A Bad Girl Gets Punished – A Free Father-Daughter Incest Erotica Short

This is a bonus story for my Daddy’s Office Brat series, but it can be read on it’s own for a filthy quickie.  Includes a bratty daughter who makes a mistake at work and her Daddy takes a firm hand with her.  

When I make a mistake a work, daddy lets me know by bending me over his desk and spanking me before breeding me.

This is part of a continuing series between a father and daughter. The series is a taboo romantic erotica series with a brat who likes to use her mouth on the interns at the office and drive her daddy crazy until he claims her.

Word count: 1650. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

Yesterday was a boring day at work. My father was at a conference, so I spent most of the day catching up on filing and emails. He’s back in the office today and I’ve been a wet, needy mess all morning, hoping I get f*cked.

Walking into the office, I scan the reception area, noting the lack of people at the front desk. Where is everyone? I make my way back to dad’s office with a spring in my step. I hope he uses me before lunch.

His door is open, and as I enter, my father’s staring intently at his computer. When he notices me, he gives me a frosty glare. “Shut the door, Crystal.”

Uh-oh, he didn’t call me babygirl. Why is he mad? I’ve been an obedient office pet for weeks now, and he has no reason to be angry at me. Whatever it is, I’m sure I didn’t do it.

As I shut the door behind me, I approach his desk and wait for him to give me direction. I know he won’t until I address him properly, so I smile and say, “Good morning, Daddy.”

My dad’s tone is curt. “Get over here.”

Um, what’s going on? When Daddy continues to stare at me with his steely gaze, I approach him warily. He stands up as soon as I’m close to him, and he grabs my upper arms, throwing me face first against his desk. It happens so suddenly, I barely have time to process it before my skirt’s at my waist and he’s ripping my panties off.

Wait, he’s going to f*ck me? He’s never been like this before. I struggle to remain calm despite the hammering in my chest and blood roaring in my ears. Yes, I wanted him to f*ck me today, but not like this. I imagined soft and loving Daddy.

He twists my hair around his fist and yanks my head up, while my traitorous pu$$y spasms in pleasure. He’s gripping my hair so tightly, I try to hold in my tears. There’s nothing but darkness and a chill in his voice as he speaks with quiet anger. “Do you know what I spent an hour doing this morning?”

How should I know? I wasn’t here. I answer with a whimper, “N-no, Daddy.”