*all involved are consensual adults over the age of 18. if stories of power and control do not appeal to you, then do not read my stories. i appreciate feedback so feel free to send a message my way!*
... what have I done? The only phrase going through her head. She knew the mistake as soon as she made it, but it was too late. It was over. Now, she was going to be punished. She hates being punished, but then again, is there really any other way to feel about it? It's not pleasant. It's not fun. It's degrading. Humiliating. Painful, and not just physically. She hates upsetting Daddy. The look, the tone, the words ... they're usually just as bad as the actual punishment! She was beginning to wonder how long it would take before she'd finally learn to stop doing such things. Childish. Stupid. Irresponsible. Selfish. She could make an entire list of those words! That damn attitude of hers, always getting her in to more trouble than she needed...
"I'm sorry Daddy, really I am. I don't know what I was thinking. I never should have said anything. I can do better, you'll see!" Babygirl pleaded with Daddy.
"I've heard that line before. More than once actually!" Daddy said. Babygirl hung her head as she kneeled before him. She knew it was true, she had gotten good at apologizing for all her mistakes recently. If she'd just stop making them, she could stop apologizing and pleading for him to not punish her!
"Please Daddy, I'll make it right. I promise I will. I don't want to upset you Daddy, honestly I don't" she continued to plead.
"A little late for that, don't you think?" Daddy asked.
"Yes Daddy" she whispered. Stupid, stupid, stupid. If she could just start the day over. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What was she thinking? She wasn't thinking - that's the problem!
"I'm sorry Daddy, what can I do to make it better?" Babygirl desperately wanted to make things right again, she would do whatever it took to make him happy with her once more.
"I don't know yet. For now, you can go make my supper and stop trying to plead your way out of a punishment. I said you were going to be punished and that's final. You'll only make things worse by continuing on this way. Now, my supper - get to it." Daddy barked at her.
Babygirl quickly got up and made her way to the kitchen to prepare Daddy's supper for him. She didn't get the privilege of sitting by him to eat that evening either. Babygirl knew that was only the very beginning of her punishment though. She was determined to take it like a good girl and be done with it. She wanted to show him that she was sorry, instead of just telling him. It would mean more that way.
After dinner Babygirl washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. She went back to the living room to sit with Daddy.
Daddy looked up as she started to make her way towards the couch he was on. "No." The only word he said as he looked at her.
"Daddy?" Babygirl wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, so she waited for him to explain.
"You can go to bed. You don't deserve to sit here with Daddy and enjoy the evening. You have ruined your evening and now you can go to the bedroom and sit by yourself. Perhaps it would be a good chance for you to think about how you are going to make this up to me, to show me that you are still capable of learning your lesson. These little episodes of yours should be over by now. Daddy is very disappointed. So no, you will not sit here with me." Daddy scolded her.
"Yes Daddy" she knew there was nothing else to say. She left him to his work and she went to the bedroom. She changed out of her clothes from the day and carried out her nightly routine in the bathroom. It was too early to go to sleep, so she just curled up on the bed and decided to wait for Daddy to join her.
...what have I done? The only phrase going through her head.
A few hours later, but what felt like an eternity, Daddy finally came to the bedroom. He went straight to the bathroom to prepare for bed. When he came out, he removed his clothes and tossed them in the hamper. Making his way over to the bed, shutting off the light on his way. Babygirl pulled the covers back on his side of the bed for him.
Daddy walked up to the side of the bed, but didn't climb in. Instead his hand darted out and grabbed a handful of Babygirl's hair. Pulling her over to his side of the bed, flipping her onto her back. Her head resting against the edge of the bed. She opened her mouth but before she could even speak Daddy has his cock buried in the back of throat, gagging her.
"I don't want to hear anymore from you tonight. You will be a good cunt and take what I give you. Don't think that your bad behavior is going to get you out of pleasuring me before bed." Babygirl hated when he called her that, and he reserved it for when he was angry with her. Daddy accentuated several of his words with hard thrusts to her mouth. Her head was pinned between him and the bed, she had no choice but to take it all. She wanted to take it, for him.
Daddy started slapping her tits as his balls bounced from her chin. His thrusting so forceful the bed would shake each time. He continued to tell her how disappointed he was, how her attitude had better change quickly.
She was having a hard time taking his cock in her throat. Her throat was clenching around him, she wanted so badly to cry. The sensation was probably quite enjoyable for Daddy though, he continued to force his cock into her mouth.
Daddy slammed himself one last time into her mouth and held it there, cumming down her throat. When she couldn't breathe anymore she started to squirm, Daddy didn't move for several seconds. Holding her in that position. He finally took a step back and let her lift her head. Daddy climbed up into bed next to her.
"Thank you Daddy" she said softly. She laid on her side next to him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. She turned around the other way, leaving a gap of space between them. She assumed if she wasn't allowed to sit by him, she probably was not allowed to curl up next to him either. She laid her head on her pillow and tried to sleep, feeling horrible for what had she done.
She awoke the next morning to the startling sound of Daddy's alarm clock, usually on Saturdays he didn't set it. He got up out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.
"Get up cunt. I want breakfast." He barked at her. She hurried out of bed and threw on some clothes. Heading off to the kitchen to make him some pancakes for breakfast. She had the last one dished up on his plate just as he came out of the bedroom. Daddy sat down on the couch and she walked over with his plate of food. She went to sit next to him, but Daddy shook his head no. She realized when he looked down at the floor next to him where she was going to be sitting. She slid down to the floor and knelt beside him while they ate.
"I have some errands to run today. I expect the house to be completely cleaned by the time I get back." Daddy got up and headed to the door, leaving her kneeling by the couch. "Oh, and cunt? Have dinner ready as well ... and make an extra plate." Daddy walked out the door.
