Eden Books Daddy Punishes His Bad Girl

Father-Daughter Age Play Incest erotica short. I’m staying the summer with my Daddy and trying to forget the stress of college. He brought me some stuffed animals and told me I’d get one when I was good. When he leaves for work, I decide I want one now. Daddy will never know.

When Daddy comes home from work and catches me playing with the stuffed animal I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch, he’s angry enough to take me over his knee. As he gives me the hard handed punishment I deserve, he turns me into his mindless toy that is desperate for whatever he wants to do to me… even if it means I don’t get the ultimate pleasure.

This is book 8 in a continuing series between a father and daughter. They are taboo age-play romantic quickies that lead to an eventual filthy HEA at the end of the series. 

Word count: 2500. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

He tugs on me until I’m across his knees, stomach down, with my butt in the air. Even though I had expected this to happen, a ball of dread sits in my stomach. Daddy had spanked me before, seeing if I liked it. There was a part of me that enjoyed it, but he didn’t do it that hard. I’m not sure I’m going to like proper punishment. With every passing second, I tense up, waiting for his hand to come down hard.

“Good daughters do not play with toys that they know are off limits.”

He spanks me, and I cry out from the shock of the pain. Ooh, this isn’t good. He says nothing further, and he spanks me five times… HARD. The sting of each slap radiates through my body, and I jerk with each swat. But on top of the pain, I’m also getting mad. Why did Daddy show me the stuffies and put them right there if he didn’t want me to play with them?

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“No.”

My tone is mutinous. Maybe Daddy should apologize to me for purposely tempting me. He probably knew this would happen!

He snorts at my answer and spanks me some more, alternating cheeks. My breath comes fast, making my chest rise and fall as he slaps harder and harder. I lose count after another five, and my brain goes fuzzy as I cry out with each one.