**Title: “Grandad’s Discipline”**

I knew the moment I walked into his house—boots muddy, clothes torn from climbing the fence—that Grandad was going to punish me. He sat in his old armchair, his thick thighs spread, that cruel smirk I both feared and craved twisting his lips. “You really thought you could sneak off like that, girl?” His voice was rough, like gravel dragged over my skin.

I swallowed hard, my pussy already aching between my legs. “I—I was just—”

His hand cracked across my cheek before I could finish, the sharp sting making my eyes water. “Shut your mouth unless I tell you to use it.” His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me forward until my knees hit the hardwood floor. “You know what happens when you disobey me.”

I did. And fuck, I loved it.

His belt unbuckled with a slow, deliberate sound, the leather slipping free from his waist. I licked my lips as his cock sprang out—already hard, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Open,” he growled.

I didn’t hesitate. My lips parted, and he shoved his cock deep into my throat, my nose pressing into the wiry curls at his base. I gagged, spit dripping down my chin as he fucked my face, his grip tight in my hair. “Such a filthy little slut,” he spat. “Couldn’t even stay where I told you. Now you get this.”

He pulled out just long enough to flip me around, slamming my chest onto the arm of his chair. My jeans ripped as he tore them down, my bare ass exposed to the cool air—then the sharp bite of his belt. I yelped as leather met skin, the sting blooming into heat. “Count them,” he ordered, landing another stripe across my cheeks.

“O-one!” I gasped.

The belt cracked again. “Two!” My pussy throbbed, my clit swollen and begging for attention.

He tossed the belt aside, his rough fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart. “Look at you. Soaking wet already. Disgusting.” His thumb pressed against my tight hole, making me whimper. “You want my cock in this dirty little cunt?”

“Y-yes, Grandad,” I moaned, pushing back against him shamelessly.

He chuckled darkly, his palm smacking hard against my ass. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” I whimpered, “please fuck me, Grandad. I need it—need you to punish me.”

His fingers dug into my hips as he shoved inside me in one brutal thrust, my cunt stretching around his thick cock. I screamed, my nails clawing at the chair as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my clit with every snap of his hips. “You take it like the whore you are,” he snarled, his hand fisting in my hair again, yanking my head back. “Look at yourself—dripping all over my cock. Pathetic.”

His words sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs, my pussy clenching around him. He groaned, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his free hand groping my tits roughly. “Gonna fill this greedy cunt up,” he growled, his breath hot in my ear. “Make sure you remember who owns you.”

I came hard, my body shaking as he fucked me through it, his cock pounding my g-spot until my legs gave out. With a final grunt, he buried himself deep, his cum flooding my pussy in hot spurts.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down my thighs with a satisfied smirk. “Clean it up.”

I turned, my lips wrapping around his softening cock, licking him clean like the good girl I was. He patted my head like a dog. “Maybe next time you’ll think before you run off.”

But we both knew I wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.