QH Archives: Father's Chastising (Patreon)

The door finally opened, and there she was: 4 hours past her curfew.

“And I’m sure you have a great explanation for this,” her father said, arms crossed and face red.

“I’m 20 years old, Daddy.  I can do whatever I want.”

“Not when you live under my roof.  Now you have 10 seconds to give me a good reason why I shouldn’t just...”  Her father’s face went blank and his eyes widened as a large silhouette appeared in the doorway behind her.  As the figure stepped into view, it was revealed to be a hulking man, more muscle than anything else, crammed into a tight leather jacket.

“Who is this, sweetie?” the man asked.

“This is my father,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“The same one who you used to slap you around?”

“The same,” she said with a nod.

“Now wait a second here,” her father said, backing up slowly.  “I don’t want any trouble here.”

“Oh, there won’t be any trouble here, pops,” the muscle-bound man said.  “Not after tonight.”  The man’s arms reached out, effortlessly grabbing her father, pulling him towards him.

“Hey!  What are you doing!”

The man didn’t respond, instead only manhandling her father.  He took a seat at the large recliner (her father’s favorite chair, appropriately enough), pulling her father over his knees with barely any effort.  

“Come on!  I’ll call the police!  You can’t just...”

The man gave a hard pull on her father’s pants, busting the zipper and button at his waist.  His pants had been pulled down to his knees now, his bare ass exposed to his daughter and her boyfriend.  He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in such a compromising situation.  Maybe when he was just a young boy?  

The man’s hand came fast and without warning, his open palm striking his ass cheek with a slapping sound that stung every bit as it was loud.  He almost screamed in pain, but never got the chance, as another hand quickly made impact with his behind, sending another shockwave through his body.  This continued for a few more slaps before he was carelessly tossed to the ground.

“This is how it’s going to be from now on.  Your daughter does whatever the hell she wants, you got it?  Because everytime you try to stop her, I’m going to spank your ass raw. In fact, next time, I’m going to make you suck my dick too.  Now, where’s your bedroom?”

“Wh-what...my bedroom?”

“I’ll show you,” his daughter chimed in with a smile.  She took the man’s hand and led him up the stairs.  

“I’m going to fuck you on his bed tonight,” the man said with a laugh.

Her father was left on the floor, his pants pulled down, his ass red, and tears streaming down his face.  

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