Daddy Demands 2

by Abby Kace

  Daddy Demands, Volume 2:

  Taboo Brats Submission Bundle

  By Abby Kace

  Daddy Demands VOL 2: Taboo Brats Submission Bundle is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Abby Kace

  Second Edition

  Seven stories of first times, forced submission, and innocence claimed.

  Men of the House and stepbrothers who give in to temptation. Untouched Little Brats who crave a rough hand.

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  Contents

  Daddy’s Dirty Training

  Daddy’s Dirty Sendoff

  Daddy and One Step: Taken by Both

  Daddy’s Only Princess

  Daddy’s Game Day

  Daddy’s Obedient Princess

  Daddy Plus Step: Training Their Princess

  Also by Abby Kace

  About the Author

  Daddy’s Dirty Training

  My heart sinks as my stepdad drives me home. I’ve always been a bratty girl doted on by Daddy, who overlooked a lot of my hijinks. Like last year when I got caught shoplifting. Daddy saved my butt of course, but he was furious when he found out I did it for fun. That was the naughtiest thing I’ve done until now.

  I’ve been suspended from college after only half a semester. A janitor caught me stroking Professor Lewis’s cock, strands of cum trailing from my lips. I liked Professor Lewis. I wanted good grades. It’s an old story.

  Rules. I hate them. It’s not like we had sex. Real sex. I would never go that far.

  I’m eighteen and stuck at home for five months.

  Now what?

  Daddy turns into our driveway, where he slams the brake and rips his key out. We haven’t said a single word to each other on the drive back. He stares at my cutoff shorts and crosses his arms.

  I’ve forgotten his look. Those eyes that smolder, the strong chin and perfect nose, the straggly hair tucked behind his ears. He’s built like every girl’s dream with his muscled shoulders and broad chest, but Daddy’s no pretty boy. He’s all man. I used to blush at the hard ridges of his abs whenever we go to the beach.

  Daddy has always been tough and stern—except when it came to me. I had him wrapped around my finger.

  Maybe not anymore.

  “What?” I snap.

  “I’ve been thinking, Josie. What happened with your professor is my fault.”

  “Um, it is?”

  “I spoiled you. You think everything’s a game.” He tips up my chin. “I spoiled you because I love you, baby girl. You’ll always be my little princess. But …”

  Daddy trails off. I’m old enough to know when a guy wants me in that way, and there’s no mistaking Daddy’s tone. Heat crawls up my neck.

  “You need discipline,” he goes on. “Tough love. It’s good you’re home. I’ll give you everything you need, and you’ll give me what I need. Go inside, Princess. You’ll find some new additions to the house.”

  I start to speak, but Daddy’s glare shuts me up. I’m a small girl next to his hard bulk, and that glare always gives me hot chills.

  Daddy pops the car trunk.

  I carry my luggage inside and look around for these new additions. Doesn’t take me long.

  In the front hallway, a polished wooden beam juts from the wall at waist height. On top of the beam stands a cock-shaped dildo studded with knobs. I walk to the living room and see another beam with a dildo. I rush through every room, and in every room, there’s one beam with a massive cock. The one in the dining room has a smaller dildo behind the big one.

  Daddy’s footsteps fall behind me. I spin around, my face on fire.

  “I call them Timeout Posts,” Daddy says. “I installed one in every room. The dildos are custom-made, Princess. Modeled on my own cock. If you misbehave, you’ll be sitting on one.”

  My pussy clenches. “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m very serious. If you stay under my roof, you follow my rules.”

  “W-What do you mean?”

  “It means I own this.” He cups my crotch. “It means no other man will touch you again. It means you’ll sleep in my bed and take my cock every day.” Daddy lowers his voice. “The real one. It means I’ll make you cum every day.” He leans closer, eyes blazing. “It means you’re mine, little girl. And I’ll train you to obey.”

  My heart hammers and heat churns between my thighs. It’s that word, obey. I want nothing more than to obey the man before me. The man who raised me. He’s solid and sturdy, demanding obedience with a hunger that makes my knees weak.

  “I’ll be good, Daddy. I—want to be your good girl.”

  He squeezes my pussy through the shorts. “And?”

  “And your slut,” I say in a tiny voice. I don’t know why I used that word, but Daddy’s eyes flash as if he expected my answer, as if he’s been waiting all along for me to say it.

  “Go to your room,” Daddy commands. “Put on your new clothes. Then come find me in the basement for your first lesson.” He slaps my rear making me yelp. “Go.”

  New clothes?

  When I get upstairs to see the clothes he laid out, heat rises in my belly.

  Sheer black panties that would barely cover my rear and a matching bra patterned with hearts. There’s a lacy choker that fits my neck perfectly. Daddy planned this out.

  I take off my clothes and hesitate. I’m soaked down there. I don’t want to stain the panties, but Daddy shouts from downstairs.

  “Hurry up, Josie! Or you’ll be punished on your first day.”

  I slip on the panties. Wetness soaks through right away, but there’s nothing I can do. I hook on the bra and finally the choker, then rush to the basement.

  Daddy’s waiting beside a whiteboard with no shirt on. I gulp at that sculpted torso. His jeans sit low on narrow hips, revealing a vee in the muscles that point to his cock hidden below.

  I stand straighter under his glare.

  “Good girl. Do the lingerie fit well?”

  “They’re a little tight,” I stammer.

  “You put on weight, Princess? Those tits are bigger than I remember. That little ass looks plumper.”

  “Daddy! You can’t talk to me like that!”

  “Bend over.” He points at a stool. “Put your hands on it.”

  “What are you gonna do?”

  “I’m checking your cunt. Need to make sure that professor didn’t take what belongs to me.”

  The harsh tone Daddy uses only gets me hotter.

  Holding my hands in front of me, I shuffle toward the stool. There’s a Timeout Post in the basement right next to the whiteboard, and the dildo on top looks bigger than the ones upstairs. I shudder and look away. Daddy’s eyes follow the sway of my hips as I rest my hands on the stool.

  “Good girl. Spread your feet.”

  He stands behind me to squeeze my buttocks. Reaching between my thighs, he strokes my folds through the thin panties. He must feel how wet I am.

  I moan before a slap jiggles my ass.

  “Daddy that hurts!”

  “A naughty little girl needs a firm hand. Take your punishment. Then I’ll make everything better—if you behave.”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “You’re dripping, Princess.” Daddy rubs my pussy with the heel of his palm.

  “I can’t help it!” Trembling against his hand, I hear the slide of a zipper before something thick and long touches my thigh. It’s hot.

  “Feel that, little girl?�
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  “Y-Yes.” Daddy’s hard cock.

  He kisses the middle of my spine. “You’re still a virgin.”

  “H-How do you know?”

  “Daddy knows his little girl.”

  He peels down my panties, sliding them to my knees, and I feel his breaths back there. My skin prickles.

  Daddy rubs all over me and grabs my rear cheeks. “Ass up. I want to see both holes.”

  I lift my rear higher. He pulls my cheeks apart and I feel his tongue tease over my puckered hole, sliding lower and lower until it splits my pussy lips.

  A squeal leaves me. My body fevers with shame and desire while Daddy tastes my juices.

  “Did you show this little pink hole to Professor Lewis?”

  “N-No.”

  He slaps my ass. “Good girl. I don’t have to kill him then.”

  “Daddy you’re crazy!”

  He smacks my ass harder. I cry out. Then a soft kiss falls on my right cheek. I feel a tip nudge my folds and realize it’s his nose. Daddy’s tongue drags up my soaked lips to the rim of my asshole, and I lurch forward.

  “What a sweet pussy.”

  “Satisfied?” I whimper.

  “Not nearly.”

  He turns me around to face him.

  I gape at that thick cock jutting up. Clear cum beads on the swollen head and veins corkscrew over a long shaft. The breath catches in my throat.

  “Hold still, little girl.”

  Daddy sits me on the stool and pries my legs apart, rubbing his tip into my pussy. The sensation sends shockwaves through my belly.

  A sudden thrust.

  His cock tears past my virginity. I feel a sharp pinch that takes my breath away before searing pleasure lifts me up. Daddy forces his cock deeper, our bodies joining until my breasts flatten on his chest.

  I can feel his pulse between my legs. When he drags back, I scream.

  “Did you cum, Princess? The punishment for that is—”

  “I didn’t!” But I’m close.

  “You may cum when I tell you, not a moment before.”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  He sweeps aside my long hair and kisses me hard. He slides into me again. My juices drip out around his shaft to slick the stool. I slip back. Daddy grabs my waist to hold me in place, and his hard cock feels even thicker.

  “What a tight little pussy,” he groans.

  I can scarcely breathe.

  He picks me off the stool by my ass and bounces me over his cock. My breasts heave, the bra barely holding me. Daddy’s sharp scent, crisp and masculine, fills my nostrils.

  “You may cum, little girl.”

  I scream. Daddy peaks too, tensing all over as his cock floods my rippling channel with hot seed.

  “Ohhhhh.”

  “Good girl.” He sets me on the stool again.

  I’ve never cum so hard in my life, not with fingers or toys. I’m not sure what he did was punishment or reward. But I ache for more.

  That massive cock coated with my cream and virginity stays hard. Another spurt of cum dribbles out to land on the carpet.

  He picks up my panties. “Put these back on.”

  “Daddy I’ll soil them.”

  “They’re already soiled. Cover yourself or I’ll fuck you again.” Daddy scowls, glaring at my flushed folds. “Come to think of it, I think I’ll—”

  I grab the panties and slip them on.

  “Good girl.”

  Our mingled juices drench the panties. I look at Daddy’s handsome face, at his huge erection that won’t go down. “What now?”

  He hands me a marker and points at the whiteboard. “Write.”

  “What?”

  “Write, ‘I will not suck my professor’s dick, but I will let Daddy fuck my tight pussy anytime he wants.’ Fifty times.”

  I blush. “Fine. Whatever.”

  “Do it before I give you another spanking.”

  I go to the board.

  Daddy sits on the stool and strokes himself as he watches.

  At college my friends told me about guys who don’t soften after climax, but I never believed it. Now Daddy proves it, and I’m worried he has a lot more to prove. I uncap the marker and write.

  The next hour passes in a daze. My wrist starts aching.

  Daddy smacks my ass every time I fudge a letter. My pussy jolts whenever he spanks me, which only makes it harder to keep writing. The smacks are hard enough to sting.

  If I slow down, he’d squeeze my breasts or give my pussy a hard slap. He’d rub my clit through the soaked panties, forbidding me to cum, until I’m begging for release. It’s worse than being spanked.

  I scrawl the sentence over and over on the board. Once I’ve filled it up, Daddy erases every line and orders me to start again.

  His cock looks painfully hard and sweat covers his brow. But there’s no other sign of Daddy’s lust. His voice is calm. Only when he touches me do I feel the tension in his body.

  After he wipes the board a third time, I throw down the marker, my butt tender from spanking and my clit swollen from his constant touching. The snug panties chafe my sensitive folds and heighten every sensation.

  “Daddy you can’t treat me like this!” I fold my arms. “I—I need to cum.”

  He points at the Timeout Post. “Get on it. Now.”

  My throat tightens.

  Jutting out of the far wall, the beam is just high enough to reach my hips. That dildo sits upright at the end, shaped like Daddy’s cock and covered with tiny studs.

  Pouting, I walk over to straddle the beam. The dildo almost reaches my belly button.

  I look at Daddy.

  “Put your cunt on it,” he growls.

  I bite my lip and rise on tiptoes, squeezing my calves, and I grip the dildo. Thank god it’s flexible. Bending the toy into me, I pull my panties aside and slide my folds over the big head. I cringe when I sink around it, the little studs over the shaft bumping against my walls.

  The toy cock doesn’t throb like Daddy’s real cock, but it splits me apart just the same. My clit touches the base. An aching orgasm builds inside me, and I squeeze my thighs against the beam. I don’t dare rest my whole weight on the dildo.

  Daddy checks his watch. “Twenty minutes.”

  Five minutes later I’m biting back cries. My legs buckle. “Daddy, please.”

  He wipes away the hair plastered to my face. “You may cum.”

  My walls ripple along the thick dildo and I shudder with orgasm. When I sag forward, Daddy rubs my tender clit until I scream and cum again.

  He lifts me off the beam into his arms. “Had enough, Princess?”

  “Yes,” I whimper. “I’ll behave, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  ◆◆◆

  THE NEXT MORNING Daddy waits for me at the front door. He wears a sports jacket and slacks, perfectly tailored. He told me last night, after he licked my pussy for an hour, that we’d be seeing a movie today as a reward for my obedience.

  I’m wearing a white sundress Daddy laid out for me. It’s way too short, but I know better than to argue with him. I tug the skirt down and slip on a pair of slingbacks.

  Daddy looks me over before he squeezes my chest. Another hand dips under the skirt to grope my smooth pussy.

  “Daddy!”

  “Just making sure.”

  “Of what?” I yell.

  He slaps my ass. “Don’t use that tone, Princess. I’m making sure you dressed to my instructions.”

  No panties. No bra.

  I roll my eyes. I’m sore all over from yesterday and he’s still not sated. “Can we go?”

  “Yes.”

  After brunch at a fancy restaurant, he drives me to the cinema. It’s Saturday morning, but the place is packed, and I get strange looks for the way Daddy holds my hand everywhere we go.

  We find our theater, and Daddy insists on sitting in the first row. At least the rest of the row is empty.

  The movie’s a romantic comedy about a student w
ho falls for her older professor, and they end up getting married. The lights dim. The commercials begin.

  Daddy puts his hand on my thigh. “I thought you would enjoy this, Princess.”

  I wince when he squeezes, and his hand slides higher bunching my skirt up. He touches the dampness on my inner thigh.

  “Wet already?”

  I scoff and reach for his lap. There’s a rigid lump under Daddy’s pants. “You’re hard,” I hiss.

  Daddy curls two fingers into my pussy, rubbing slowly. This is so wrong. I’m his daughter and we’re in public, but my body craves more.

  What’s wrong with me?

  Under my skirt, the fingers peel back my folds to pinch my clit. I bite down a squeal.

  “Take your hand off my cock, Josie.”

  “Take yours outta my skirt.”

  “You’re disobeying me.”

  I squeeze the erection under his pants. “What are you gonna do Daddy?”

  He grabs my wrist and stands up in full view of the whole place. “Come with me.”

  My heart jumps.

  Daddy drags me out through a side door and down the hallway into an empty theater. He takes me to the front row.

  “Put your hands on the seat.”

  I hesitate as he unzips his pants.

  “Now,” Daddy growls.

  I bend over the closest seat, clutching the armrests, and Daddy hitches up my skirt to slap my bottom hard. He shoves three fingers into my soaked slit and his thumb rubs my asshole.

  “Your pretty pink holes are mine, baby girl. If you disobey, you will be punished. Understand?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  His fingers leave. “You will cum for me.”

  Daddy plunges his cock into me with one swing. Deep, hot. Like yesterday. Only now I can’t see his face. Daddy rips down the top of my dress and grabs my breasts like handles. He pounds my tight pussy.

  I breathe in whimpers as his cock squelches in my cream. When I bend forward, he drives harder and mashes my breasts in his iron grip.

  “Cum for me,” Daddy demands.

  My orgasm explodes.

  He slaps my ass one more time and turns me around. I sink into the seat and stare up, my body hot and itching. Daddy fists his erection, snarling at me, and a thick rope of cum shoots out to splatter my breasts. He squeezes them, smearing his cum over and under until his scent coats my chest.