Pervert Stepdad Gets The Ultimate Brat Treatment – Part 2

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/be93xj/pervert_stepdad_gets_the_ultimate_brat_treatment/)

It was two weeks since Madison had put a stop to her stepfather’s careless self gratification and claimed him as a more respectable Daddy. The cock cage was doing its job, if only for the fact that she no longer had to worry about catching him fulfilling his obsession for jacking off to her panties, nor prodding her with his shamefully lustful erections when they engaged in any kind of bodily intimacy.

For Madison, the past two weeks had gone completely in her favour. She was dating a beautiful young bull, who satisfied her sexual needs in every way imaginable. On her “days off”, Daddy would attentively give her the fatherly love she equally craved. To her that meant warm, adoring embraces, clean laundry, rides to and from her lover and friends, deliciously prepared meals and lavishly funded shopping sprees.

But from Daddy’s perspective, the past two weeks had been pure torture. He craved the attention and approval of his step daughter, and they had a long enough history to cement that. But his willingness to please was fuelled by an intense, unquenchable desire and a desperation to be released from his prison, no matter how futile. Alas, the key to his manhood was safely in the hands of Madison’s best friend. The Brat Queen herself.

Pervert Stepdad Gets The Ultimate Brat Treatment

Daddy was fuming. He must have told Madison a million times before to put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket, what he believed was a simple enough task even for her. Instead he once again found them dismissively strewn across her bedroom floor and unmade bed. He couldn’t help but think it was now a deliberately stubborn act of rebellion. His once agreeable, lovable step daughter had become an untameable brat. She never made it through “sweet” sixteen. Instead, by nineteen, he had watched her regress to a foot stomping, bone idle, spoiled princess. The bomb site that was her room was only partial evidence of this.

He angrily swiped up her garments one by one, shaking his head and cursing under his breath at the sheer audacity of the girl. He also questioned, with a sinking despair, her countless transgressions reeling through his mind, where he had failed as a father figure. He hated that she made him ask such self deprecating questions.

But this boiling anger quickly translated into sexual heat, as it so often did. He always had a weakness for beautiful young women, and Madison subconsciously played on this weakness every time she was in his presence. He realised that the smell of her room, her unwashed sheets and days old dirty underwear, was seeping into his bloodstream.