Daddy’s hand cracks across my cheek hard enough to turn my head. The sting blooms hot. Before I can even make a sound he yanks my panties to the side and drives into me in one rough thrust.

“This is the punishment you asked for,” he says against my ear, voice low and controlled. “Remember that.”

I am bent over his desk in the home office. My skirt is pushed up to my waist. My palms are flat on the wood. He is still fully dressed—shirt, belt, everything—while I am exposed and already trembling. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He fucks me in deep, punishing strokes that make...