Try to stop him and get punished for it

You take a step back, and his hand grazes you but ultimately grasps air. "Da--David. She's right. This ... this is wrong."

His face darkens. "She's a simpering fool. You're the one I want now." He steps closer.

This isn't going to work; you're being backed into a corner. You turn to leave the room, but he closes the distance and grabs you by the shoulder. He whips off the towel, twirling it around until it forms a more solid shape, then smacks your ass with it. You yelp in shock and pain.

"Daddy, stop!"

"Call me 'daddy' one more time."

"Please, daddy!" You aren't sure if you mean it in earnest or in play. Your body is … responding to his touch in ways you don't think are right. Your cunt is damp, your nipples are firm and your areolae flushed. You feel hot and slick and ready. Why the fuck is this turning you on?

He roughly throws you down onto the bed face-first. Your ass is up in the air, an irresistible target.

SMACK! "You've been a naughty daughter, Isabel."

"Mmmph," you moan into the sheets.

He seizes your hair and uses it to pull up your head. "What was that, cunt?"

"Ple—"

"Stop begging like a dumb slut." _SMACK! "_Or do I have to punish you until you've learned your lesson and submit like a good housewife?" SMACK!

Your ass is red and sore, your labia a dark pink and puffy. He notices them, takes delight in running his fingers along your lips as you moan and whimper. "Such a pretty thing."

"Daddy, please don't do this. I'm not your wife, no matter what they say. It's me, Jessica."

SMACK! "Stupid slut doesn't even know her own name yet."

He lays off the spanking long enough to strip out of the rest of his clothes. As you hear him undressing, you briefly consider making a break for it. But you know you wouldn't succeed, and he'd just punish you more.

He straddles you now, pulling your hands together behind your back, and pushing your knees forward so you arch invitingly into the air. With your legs together like this, your cunt presents a nice, pleasing, puffy target for his engorged cock.

He plunges into you without ceremony, without mercy, his thick shaft stretching the length of your vagina. One hand holding onto your hands, the other reaches forward and starts playing with your tits. You can feel his weight pressing against your back, his breath hot next to your face.

"You're mine, Isabel. My wife."

He's so insistent, so convincing, and his cock feels so good. You don't want to admit it yourself; you hate yourself for even entertaining the idea of succumbing to this gross, brutal violation. But he's so hard, so big, so strong. Even as he fucks you roughly he fondles your breasts with unanticipated tenderness, and your cunt gets wetter and slipperier, allowing him to pick up the pace. Soon he is pounding you, pressing your face into the sheets so you have to gasp for your air.

His balls slap against you. He shifts position, grabbing your ass and squeezing just behind your hips. "Fuck, you're such a hot little piece of ass," he says. He pulls you up by your hair again. "Tell me you want me to stop, and I'll stop now." He yanks you harder and keeps thrusting. "Do you want daddy to stop?"

You can't take this any more.

It's wrong.

It's so good.

"NO!" you scream with every fibre of your being.

He fucks you harder, and you come.

He fucks your brains out, and you come.

He fucks you until he comes inside you, and as his cock slips free from your cunt with a pop of rushing-in air, his white and sticky sperm drips out of you.

"Clean me up," he growls.

You turn around, quick to obey now, your eyes glancing upwards and showing nothing but submission.

His cock looms in front of you, still semi-erect, curving slightly upwards. The shaft is thick and veined. The head is bulbous, purple. It's like a cock from a porn film. This thing was inside you, when it was even bigger?

Cum still drips from the tip. You stick out your tongue and lick it.

The salty taste spurs you on, and soon you've swallowed the entire thing, your lips pressing against the base of his penis, much to his approbation. He strokes your head, calls you a good little slut. Whatever resistance was inside you has fled, and now all that remains is a horny, submissive little fuck-thing. His shaft feels so good moving up and down your throat. You coat it well-and-good with your saliva, exchanging that for the lubrication of your pussy juices, and lick off every trace of cum from him.

"I'm sorry, sir," you say. You look up at him from your submissive pose, your hair falling across your face. Freshly fucked.

"Apology accepted."