"Don't"
"You"
"DARE!!"
He's gritting his teeth as he glares up towards you standing at the top of the stairs, but you don't relent. Your cheeks are puffed out as you prepare yourself to scream like a demon.
You saw him through the window where he was outside talking to the neighbor lady, and she had the balls to lay her grubby hands on YOUR daddy's shoulder. You were gonna throw a fit like nothing ever before, and let Lloyd know just how upset he made you after letting that bitch touch him.
Lloyd didn't have any patience for your shit today, and as you're about to throw your tantrum, he lunges at you before you can get more than a squeak out. His big hand grips your whole mouth, and you can feel his nails dig in either side of your cheeks.
Your knees buckle out from under you and your back hits the carpeted steps.
You could only cry and scream out your frustration into his hand as he had you pinned beneath him. Usually Lloyd would just wait until you tired yourself out, but he wasn't going to deal with your bad attitude for another second. He doesn't bother to stop as you try to flail your arms and legs in his grasp.
With one hand still clamped over your mouth and the other wrapped tight around your waist as he dragged his little bitch of a bad girl to their shared bedroom. The heels of your little white shoes scraped the carpet whenever you weren't trying to kick free. You land a nasty hit to the door frame and chip a little of the paint. He won't notice until later, for now you're already being punished.
He hoisted you off the floor as you continued to squirm, and just threw you at the large bed. You were airborne for a split second before landing on the soft comforter with a bounce.
He rips his belt out of its loops, and cracks it against the covers just inches away from your bare thigh. You were in for it now, and you'd be lying if you said you were a little scared.
"Bend over! Side of the bed, Now!"
His voice booms through the room as he bent the belt in half as he waited for you to comply, but you didn't.
You think truly you've been slighted and instead you just cross your arms and lay on your back in protest.
He's nearly shaking with how much you're pissing him off. He growls under his breath "little fuckin brat."
"I'm gonna give you the count of three and I want you over the bed with your ass in the air to take your punishment!"
You still don't comply and he starts his countdown.
"One!"
You don't even move a finger, but a cold sweat breaks out over your body.
"Two!" He nearly grits his teeth as he yells out at you. As stubborn as you are, you know better than to hammer another nail into your coffin, and before he hits 3 you turn over and do as requested. You turn over and kick your legs off the bed in the proper position.
"Better." His voice finally lowered as he tossed your frilly skirt up to show him your bare little bottom. He ran his large hand over the soft globe of your right cheek. His metal ring felt cool on your skin for the short moment it was pressed to your skin.
Lloyd didn't like it when you wore panties and he was at least happy to see your bare pussy instead of lacy cloth. From the few rules you always followed, at least it was that one.
"You're getting 10. Be grateful it isn't any more than that."
You just nod back, still too scorned to talk back. This didn't sit well with Lloyd, and he raised his voice at you again "use your words!"
"Yes Daddy." You piped up meekly.
"Count for me, princess." Lloyd called out right as he brought the leather belt down on your pristine cheek, with a sharp crack. You called at the number one for him, and he repeated his efforts on the other cheek.
That was two, then three, then four until he hit you with a fifth one. That's when you really started to cry.
"No more, Daddy please."
"You brought this on yourself, now call the number."
"F-five" you wailed into the soft comforter as you clung to it, staining the blue fabric with your tears.
"You gonna be a girl from now on?"
The belt came down as he asked, and you felt it rock the whole bed.
"C'mon baby. Don't you wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He didn't like having to punish his baby girl like this, but you needed to stop throwing those tantrums.
"Six!..yes!..I wanna be a good girl." Your lungs hurt from how loud he'd gotten you.
"You gonna throw a fit like that again?"
"No, Daddy."
You cried and blubbered into the bedding, hoping to tug at one or two of his heart strings, and it worked.
"Ok. Six 'll do. For now" he said as he tossed the belt onto the bed next to your shaking little body. He circled the bed until he stood at the foot of it. "Now, what happened? Huh, why are you mad at Daddy?"
You sniffled a little before answering "I saw that neighbor lady with her hand on your shoulder. I don't like it when she touches you." You tried not to sound so weepy, but it couldn't be helped.
"You little dummy. You know that you're the only girl for me." He cracked a sly smile at you. There would never be another woman who made his cock throb like you did; how dare you think that nosy bitch next door could take him from you.
"Grab your feet and present yourself for me" He commanded. You did as you were told, and immediately flipped back over. Your bottom burned from where the belt made contact with your flesh, but that didn't matter. You hiked the frilly skirt to show him your bare cunny, and placed the palm of your hands on the soles of the corresponding feet to spread yourself nice and wide for him.
"Good girl" his tone stayed gruff, like it was more of an order to stay 'Good' than praise for doing as you were told. He pressed his knee into the soft bedding as he climbed up and neared where you had laid down.
You still had a hold of your feet, not even letting go when he got nearer.
He towered over you, and if you had your way, you'd live beneath him with his cock burrowed deep inside of you for the rest of your life.
His hands spread down his own body until they met the button and zipper on his trousers. "Daddy's gonna show you just how much he cares, so no more tears. Unless daddy says otherwise, ok?"
Always remember to use your words, so as you nodded you chirped up with a "Yes, daddy". It makes another smile spread from under his thick facial hair as he undoes his trousers to free himself from the tightened confines of his clothes.
He was hard, but you always made him hard when you were nice and open for him.
For now, your flower was wet with your own dew. He hated having to punish you, but he loved how slick your pussy would get afterwards. Made it all the easier to slip his cock into your tight channel when he wanted to treat his special girl after a nasty punishment.
He dipped his fingers in first to test the waters. You're always so receptive to his touch and as his thick finger begins to split you open, you could feel the soft bloom of him brushing in on your spongy spot.
He loved the way it made you quiver for him. To have your shaking little body in his hands was just beautiful. No matter how he twisted his fingers and fucked them into your wet little cunny, you never let go of your feet. You stayed in his favorite position for him.
"That's a good girl. You like being good for daddy, don't you?" He asked so sincerely.
Of course you wanted to be his good girl. Lloyd always gave you so much love and attention when you were on your best behavior. Bad girls get spanked, but good girls get love, and you take your punishment like a good girl does.
He dipped his fingers in first so as to test the water. His other hand slowly fisted around his cock to pump it fully to life. He knew you were ready, but he couldn't help marking you mewl and moan on his fingers for a little bit before splitting you open properly.
He pulled his hand away before brushing the flared head of his member along your core to tease before pushing inside.
"Fuck. You always tighten up so much when we start, don't you baby?" It takes a moment to push himself fully inside as you squeeze around him.
"I can't help it." Your voice came out so weakly it almost made him laugh.
He liked to start simple before drilling into you hard, so for now he dragged himself along your twitching walls carefully as he took in the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock just the way he liked you. The head pushing and prodding as the deeper parts of you as he pressed his hips against yours.
"Had to teach you a lesson, didn't I baby?" He thrusted harder with each syllable, causing the headboard to clash with the wall, deepening the marks that had formed where they often collided. You couldn't answer; your brain was middle with the feeling of his cock stirring up your body. He didn't reprimand you this time, instead continuing to coo at his perfect girl.
He bent over your twitching little body letting his mouth wonder where skin was showing. He hadn't made you take your dress off, so his lips only had free range above your covered breasts. All as his hips hammered harder. His teeth dug into your skin as he growled more of his demands into you.
"Good girls don't scream at daddy. They scream for daddy!!" He leaned over your tiny body, taking your face in his hands, as he fucked down into you even harder.
"Can you do it, baby?! Can you scream your little heart out for me?!"
You cum as the light burst behind your eyes, and you whined as loud as your body needed as your cunt squeezed him even tighter.
"Daddy is gonna cream all over this little pussy. Ahho fu..I'm gonna fill you up so fuckin full."
"Tell daddy you love him, oh please baby." He was close. You could feel it in the way he held you even tighter.
"I-I LLOVE YYou Ddddaddy."
"Good girl!!" He roared as he came. His cock twitched as he painted your inner walls with his seed. He was gonna fill your little cunny so full you wouldn't be able to sit right.
He holds you, gives you a tight squeeze even, and then pulls out to admire the mess he'd made of you. The flush of white cum drips out of your flower like fine nectar. You just looked so perfect when a little bit of him leaked out of you after he'd fucked you full.
"Now bring that pretty little mouth down here and clean daddy up."