In the basement (M/F) (daddy) (brat) (spanking) (slapping)

God, she wanted him. All of him.

She often daydreamed of him walking up to her, in that aloof and dismissive way of his- placing his hands on her face and pulling her to him and kissing her softly. Eyes all around. Who fucking cared?

He’d tell her to go downstairs and wait for him. And she would, electricity building between her legs as the anticipation of experiencing him flowed through her mind. She was terrified and aroused. So, fucking aroused.

Her panties were wet. Her pussy- aching with need. Fuck. Where was he?

Eventually, he appeared in the dimly lit room. His figure cut through the shadows, his approach- slow and deliberate. Like a large feline graceful and intimidating. He was going to consume her and she wanted him to.

He stood inches away from her. Starring down at her, he placed a hand on the soft space where her collarbone met her neck and pulled her forcefully to his body.

“What do you want?’ he growled.

“Um…,” she stammered.

He moved his hand to her mouth and squeezed.

“No. Try again, baby girl. What do you want?”

“…you,” she replies.

He slapped her then. Not hard. Just enough to sting, just enough to wake her up.

“NO! Try again, baby girl. What do you WANT?”

Her face flushed. She was ashamed but she was so turned on.
But now she was also pissed. Who was he to treat her this way? Why did she allow him this power over her? Something simmering inside of her began to surface. An anger? Lust? Frustration. Yeah, frustration. That was it.

Her face still stinging from his slap she stared daggers at him.

Between squeezed lips she managed to say, “I want you to deliver. I want what is mine. I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to fuck me like your fucking life depends on it. That’s what I fucking want…SIR.”

The “sir” was delivered with clear annoyance and an obvious eyeroll. She stared right at him. She mustered every shred of courage within her and matched his stare.

He removed his hand from her face and laughed.

“I suppose that’s a little better. You’re going to need to learn some gad damn manners, princess.”

“Fuck you…sir,” she replied.

And he slapped her again this time using the momentum of the slap to turn her entire body around.

“This was supposed to be nice. This was supposed to be an opportunity for us to give ourselves to one another. But now, I see that you are intent on ruining that with your shitty behavior. You’ve given me no choice, honestly.”

As he spoke he used one arm to pin her hips close to his and used his other to forcefully bend her over.

“Stay down and grab your ankles, princess.”

She bucked against him. Fighting just enough to feel his hard cock against her ass. She instinctively moved her ass against it.

“Are you hard, daddy? Have I made you hard?”

He said nothing. Letting his hands do the work. He ripped her stockings open at the crotch and holding her back down with his left hand he moved his right hand between her thighs and felt how wet her pussy was making her panties.

“Well, well.” He hissed into her ear after pulling her upper body up back up against him. “Someone seems to be ready for me. How long, princess? How long have you been driving yourself crazy thinking about me?” he pushed her down again.

His hand moving her panties aside and stroking between her pussy lips- moving her slick juices back and forth over her pink mound.

Her breath caught in her throat. His hand felt so good. She let out a pathetic whimper and immediately regret it. He was gonna love that. He stops. He moves his wet hand to his lips and tastes his fingers.

“Mmmm. How long?” he repeats?

“Long e-fucking-nough,” she sighs.

He lifts her dress over her ass and smacks her ass incredibly hard.

“Try again. Be nice for, daddy. I can always go back upstairs and leave you here…wanting. How long have you been ready for me?”

He delivers one more spank, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.

“All day,” she says through gritted teeth.

He spanks her ass again.

“Liar. Try again, baby girl. How long have you been ready for me?”

His hands reached out for her hips, grabbing them assertively- he pulls her against the hard bulge in his pants. Her cunt was throbbing and if she was going to get what she wanted she was going to need to admit what a desperate needy slut she really was.

“For months!” she says.

“Better but you’re still lying to me.”

SMACK.

“ Try again. This is your last chance. Tell me. How long have you been ready to take my cock in that slutty little pussy.”

Defeat. Fuck.

“Years, daddy. I’ve been ready for you to fuck me for years. Please fuck me, sir. Fuck. I hate you. Just fucking do it. Please,” she begged.

She heard from behind her a satisfied laugh. Also, the sound of a belt being unbuckled. A zipper opening.

“Thaaat’s better, baby girl. I like it when you tell me the truth.”

Then she felt the tip of his cock perched at the opening of her dripping wet slit. She leaned into it but he of course, moved back from her.

“No, no, no,” he laughed. “I decide. You do not.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Mmm, that’s what I want to hear. Tell me how badly you want it, baby girl.”

“I want it so bad.”

“How bad? Come on. A bright college educated woman like you can use her words, can’t she?”

She was annoyed now. Tempted to pull her dress down and walk the fuck out. But her pussy was too intrigued and frankly, she was enjoying herself.

“I want you to fuck me so bad that I feel like I’ll die if you don’t,” she confessed.

And with that his cock was in her. Hard, fast, and rough.

His fist was in her hair, pulling her up and back toward his face. His free arm wrapped around her hips to guide her into him. He pounded and the walls of her snatch responding with rhythmic contractions to each thrust.

“Oh, you feel so good, babygirl.”

She moved against him, meeting his movements- feeling that familiar tickle and tingle building inside of her. Sensing her body responding to his cock, he pulls her back to his chest.

“Are you already close?” he viped into her ear as he slammed into her.

With her body still close against his, he used his arms to pull her tits out of the top of her dress. He grabbed them and squeezed them firmly as he continued to fuck her hard and rough.

“Whose pussy is this?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yours.” She said with certainty.

“That’s right. Your slutty cunt belongs to ME!” he barked into her ear, his breathing labored and his voice shaky.

“My pussy belongs to you,” she repeated. “My tits. My ass. Every orgasm. They belong to you,”

She heard his breathing get heavier. She felt his dick grow even harder inside of her.

“I belong to you,” she said and as she said the words her orgasm was building toward climax. He sensed this in her.

“No cumming without my permission, babygirl,” he said as he continued to fuck her sloppy wet pussy sore.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she moaned. “You’re making me cum and I can’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m sorry. You’re making me cum. You’re making me cum.”

He slapped her ass but it only made her ride that climax over the edge.

“Who made you cum?” he asks bent and folding over body, still pulling in and out of her.

“You did. You made me cum.”

“That’s right. But you didn’t have permission. And now you’re going to…”

And just like that he could feel that she was cumming against on top of his cock. She was being sneaky. Cumming quietly and hiding her face from his.

“Are you cumming again, babygirl?” he asked slapping her ass and roping her hair back around his fist.

“Yeeeeeeessss!” she squealed. “You keep making me cum. I can’t stop. You make me feel so good.”

She heard him moan behind her.

“You are a very naughty girl. When are you going to learn that I decide what’s best.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she lied. She was going to cum as often and as hard as she wanted. “I can’t stop it…” she sounded like she was in pain but she most certainly was not. And the harder he tried to control her the more she felt like cumming all over his cock.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “You’re doing it again. You’re going to make me cum.”

Her pussy squeezed tight around his dick and she looked back at him as she thrust her way to orgasm.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” he commanded.

She did as instructed.

“Look up at me!”

She did as instructed.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She did as instructed.

Her hand moved between her thighs to play with herself.

“No. You have to ask my permission for that.”

Her eyes glared up at him. The lust, frustration, and desire flowing from her very essence was communicated precisely with just a stare. He jacked his cock in front of her open mouth while she waited to receive it- wherever it was he decided to put it. And as he was about to cum, she moved her hands between her legs and touched herself, most certainly without his permission.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she lied. “I just have to cum when you cum.”

Clearly frustrated but unable to stop, he spilled his white-hot load all over her tits and tongue. His breathing hitched, his body shuddered, and his guttural moans gave her all the stimulation needed to send her over the edge, yet again.

“You fucking brat,” he laughed, his body stooped and tired from exertion.

“I know. I’m going to pay for that, aren’t I? I can hardly wait,” she giggled as she smirked and came all over her hand.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/q6qz4o/in_the_basement_mf_daddy_brat_spanking_slapping