Daddy’s Homeschool for Bratty Sluts 2 – Volume 1

A father with three daughters and a sexy wife welcomes a foreign exchange student from South Korea, who has different ideas about how young women should behave around the man in the house.

Ayeong has been raised properly by her dad and she can’t say the same for Samuel’s daughters. The home is a man’s kingdom and he had let the women run it for far too long. A steady, firm hand is needed to get those brats back into the fold and Ayeong is there to help him do that.

In Volume 1 of this taboo, family saga, discover sizzling sexual scenes and women getting disciplined. 

Length: 11 000+ words

+ a nice surprise at the end of the book

Excerpt: 

AYEONG’S BARE ASS CHEEKS were the last thing anyone on the table expected to see today. The young woman was on her feet and her glimmering behind was inches away from the face of her stunned host. The man’s mouth was gaping and his fork dangled on his fingers as his gaze scanned the succulent young flesh. The female butt crack was not the only thing she revealed to him. Being this close to his face, there was no mystery left about her genitalia. Her smooth, full pussy was peeking below the shade of her ass and the man swallowed hard, trying to suppress the sudden urge to get hard.

His wife’s eyes were about to drop from their orbits. The family had three daughters and the young women were equally silent. Everyone was staring at Ayeong’s trembling behind in silence.

‘Uhm,’ Samuel cleared his throat.

‘Yes, I am sorry,’ Ayeong said. ‘But this does not absolve me from my sin. Please punish me for my remark. My words didn’t mean to hurt. It could be the language barrier, but that is no excuse. Please, Samuel. Do your man’s duty and spank me!’

Ayeong bent forward even more and her fingers almost touched her bare toes.

‘But you did nothing wrong, honey,’ the man’s voice grunted, getting deeper with each syllable. ‘Rebecca!’ He looked toward his wife, looking for help.

His sides were burning and fresh sweat covered his brow.

‘Yes, Ayeong, no offence taken. You did nothing wrong,’ the woman finally uttered.

She was also fuming from within. Seeing the shameless display from their guest was beyond anything she was prepared to deal with. And the nerve of slamming her Asian ass in her husband’s face was the real issue here, not the silly thing she said. Nobody paid attention to her words. It all seemed too manufactured, as if the girl wanted to do this, to moon her husband and strip in front of the family.

They wanted to avoid this. This was why they chose to host someone from South Korea. They believed the people there were as God-fearing and polite as they were. But somehow, they managed to find the kinkiest slut from that country.

Rebbeca was this close to standing up and smacking the girl herself for her behavior.

‘Ayeong, pull your pants and sit down. What you said meant nothing, but what you are doing right now is absolutely unacceptable. Please cover your behind and spare our eyes!’ Rebecca demanded.

The Asian girl erected her body and turned around. The scent of her pussy whiffed the nose of Samuel. She looked at him, then at his wife. A small frown crinkled the young woman’s smooth forehead. Her eyes were bouncing between the two older people in the room and her brain was working.

‘Sir, are you going to let her make the decisions for you?’ Ayeong asked with a whimpering voice.

As if the thought of that assaulted her very being.

‘You…’ Rebecca got to her feet.

But a raised finger from Ayeong and absolute refusal to look in her direction took the wind out of her righteous anger. The young woman was intently staring at the numb husband.

‘Sir?’ She repeated her question.

‘Please,’ he whispered. ‘Just go,’ he waved and rubbed his forehead.

‘Please accept my apologies,’ Ayeong said and bowed slightly.

Her butt was now facing the three daughters. They all looked to the side, shielding their eyes from the explicit view of the Asian’s butt and slightly exposed anus. The slight peek turned into a graphic display when she bent over to pick up the waistband of her leggings. She wrapped her lower limbs and did another bow to Samuel.

‘I will pray for you and for all of us to have guidance,’ she said and her soft footsteps echoed as she shuffled toward her room.

‘Your dinner,’ Bethany yelled after her.

Ayeong stopped, looked at the youngest girl, and smiled: ‘Please take care of it, if you are hungry.’

The foreign exchange student left the room and the family speechless.

PS. There is no racism in the book. There is no race play. It is just an excuse as a backdrop to have two conflicting ideologies clash, which helps increase the spicy level of the writing.

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