Punishing the Brats

The tone of his voice suggests that I might be in for something good.

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He snaps at me as soon as we are alone in his office and the door is closed behind him. Locked, actually. He has locked the door.

I put on my most innocent smile and look up at him. "What do you mean, daddy?"

He just stands there, glaring down at me. The way he looks at me makes me shiver.

"Don't move," he orders. I nod and remain where I am standing while he walks over to his windows and closes the blinds.

My heart starts beating so fast and so loud, I am sure he must hear it. The entire hallway must hear it. Outside I can hear the noises of people walking by, chatting, laughing. The closer they pass the door, the more likely it will be for some to hear us, too.

"You keep quiet. Don't make a single sound, don't say a single word - unless I tell you to," my stepdad commands as if he has read my mind.

The smile on my face has disappeared and is replaced by an innocent smirk that soon turns into an attentive gaze as he continues to observe me intently. We are shielded from the eyes of others, but not necessarily their ears. Mike looks at me for a moment longer, making sure that he has my full attention, then he wanders behind his desk and falls down in his armchair.

"You little slut," he hisses at me. "Stalking and torturing me at my work place. Who the hell do you think you are?"

I smirk at him, but remain silent.

"Did you really think I would let you get away with this forever?" He asks. "Answer me."

"No, daddy," I whistle. "I think you might need to punish me."

"Punish you, huh?" He says. "Well, that's still up to me, you brat. Get over here."

I do as he bids and move closer, coming to a halt next to him.

"Take off your skirt. Just your skirt."

"Yes, daddy."

I open the zipper of my skirt and let it fall down to the floor, stepping out of it as gracefully as possible, while he watches me. I am standing next to him, my center naked, feeling oddly exposed as I am still wearing my ballerina shoes and my blouse, but nothing else. It's exhilarating.

He moves his chair back a little, making room between him and the desk in front of him.

"Come here, on your knees in front of me." He orders.

I do as I am told and lower myself in front of his lap, noticing the bulge in his lap as I do. I lean forward, about to open his belt, but he stops me. He grabs my wrist with one hand and smacks my face with the other, making me yelp in surprise.

"No!" He warns. "You cock craving slut won't do anything unless I tell you to. Keep your hands still and arch your back. Show me that pretty little ass of yours."

I sigh as I remove my hands, causing him to grab my face, pinching my cheeks with his thumb and index finger respectively. I moan in discomfort as he tilts my head back, forcing me to look up to him.

"And no complaints," he hisses. "You brought this upon yourself, young lady. This is a punishment and you don't get to decide how I will go about it. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I whisper and he lets go of my face.

"Face down, ass up," he orders and before I get to process what he said, he pushes my face down in his lap and slaps my left ass cheek. I flinch and yelp in surprise. I can feel his hard cock pushing up against my mouth, protected by way too many layers of fabric.

"Ass up!" He repeats and I comply immediately, hollowing my back as good as I can so he can get a better look at my behind. I tense up when I feel his hand wandering down my spine, softly grazing my skin with his electric touch. I shiver as he gets closer to my ass, my breathing changes, speeding up and moving to sporadic intervals.

He leans over, pushing my head closer into his lap with one hand while the other starts kneading my burning ass cheek before he continues to wander further, moving towards my center. He reaches down to my slick folds and hums in approval.

"You little whore," he whispers. "So wet for your daddy's cock."

I moan as he starts massaging my wet clit. I had not realized until now how aroused I was. My center is throbbing with lust, hungry for his cock.