Daddy Spanks His Bratty Daughters A$$ Red: An Incest Dubcon Story

Becky’s always been a spoiled little brat—and her father knows exactly why.

If she’d gotten the spankings she deserved growing up, maybe she wouldn’t be so mouthy now.

But it’s not too late to fix that.

Not even close.

After a firm lesson she won’t forget, Becky is finally taken—claimed for the first time and filled in every way her father sees fit.

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“Becky, I swear—”

“You swear what, Daddy?” she asked, batting her lashes. “You gonna ground me? Take away my phone?”

He stared at her for a long moment, his fingers tightening around the wrench.

“You’re too old for time-outs,” he muttered.

Becky sat up on her knees, draping her arms over the back of the couch and pushing her chest out. “Maybe I’m not too old for a spanking,” she said with a little pout.

His eyes darkened. He said nothing.

She felt a thrill skitter down her spine, sharp and electric. He still hadn’t moved. Still hadn’t spoken. But something had shifted in the room, and Becky knew it. She’d gone too far this time. She could practically feel the air pulsing between them, heavy and heated.

“You’re pushing it, young lady,” he said, his voice low and firm.

“Pushing it is what I do best, Daddy.”

He took a step into the room, the wrench in his hand forgotten. Becky’s eyes flicked down to the bulge in his pants and back up to his face. He was trying to be mad, but she knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“You want to spank me, don’t you?” she whispered, taking another step closer.

His eyes searched hers, looking for some sign that she was joking. But she wasn’t. She was dead serious.

“Becky—”

“Just do it, Daddy,” she said, turning around and presenting her round ass.

The silence was deafening. Then, with a growl, he took her by the wrist and yanked her over his knee.

“Maybe this will teach you a lesson!” He shouted as he raised his hand in the air and brought it down on her bottom.