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Man of the House (Luna and Sol)

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Sol Invictus

Super-Earth
Joined
May 29, 2009
William was driving his 2009 BMW home from a long day's work. You had to work your hardest in this economy to get ahead. He should know. He had personally fired 20 people in the last month alone.

He pulled his car into his four car garage. He stepped put his car. He was an imposing man. He stood 6' 5" tall and had a lean muscled form. His hazel eyes contrasted with his dark bronze skin in a way that made it difficult for people to maintain eye contact with her.

He entered his house hoping that dinner was prepared. He hated it when Catherine didnt have dinner waiting for him when he got home.
 
Catherine heard her husband pull in and began to panic. Everything but the chicken had been ready and she knew he'd be upset if he had to wait. Marisa had been sick today and she had made her a dinner of her own which threw off her schedule. She took it out and prayed it had cooked all the way despite being twenty minutes underdone and quickly fixed his plate and put it on the table the second he walked in. "Welcome home, sweetheart.." She said with a nervous smile, getting him a beer to relax with.
 
William took of his coat off and sat down in his chair. He took the beer out of her hand without giving her a second look. He picks up his fork and begins eating. He looks around, "Where is Marisa? She knows we eat dinner as a family. You better have not have let her go out without getting my permission first," he says with an angry tone in his voice.
 
"W-well...you see...this morning she was sick and I let her stay home today. I don't think she can get out of bed." Catherine was still waiting for him to give her permission to eat. "I don't think I should push her. She'd be happy to see you though. So maybe when you finish you can see how she's doing."

Marisa wasn't actually sick, she just wanted to stay home and she knew her mother wouldn't object. She had been playing MMO's all day on her laptop and watching TV.
 
"Sit your dumb ass down and eat." He growls at her. "What gave you the idea that you should be thinking? You should have called me at work and let me handle this situation." He takes another bite of his chicken. "And what the fuck is wrong with this food. You can't do anything right, can you?" He yells as he bangs his fork down in the table.
 
Catherine got her plate and sat down. "I'm sorry..I knew I should have called but I didn't want to bother you." When he mentioned her cooking she frowned and looked away. "I'm sorry. I tried my best. I'll do it right next time." She didn't have much of an apetite anymore as usual so she began to pick at her food. She hoped she wouldn't have to stay in the attic for this.
 
"I'm not going to eat this garbage." He says as he glares at her angrily. "I'm going to go discipline our daughter for skipping school." He gets up and begins walking to his daughters room. When he passes Catherine he turns around and backhands with tremendous force knocking her off of her chair. "And when I'm done with her, It'll be your turn."

He turns away and walks up the stairs heading for his daughters room. He opens her door without knocking and enters.
 
Catherine landed on the floor with a thud and stayed there. She didn't understand why he didn't believe Marisa was sick. "Oh god..please let him go easy on her."

Marisa jumped when he came in and then exhaled slowly. "Hi daddy. I was feeling sick today so I asked mommy if I could stay home." Her eyes were back on her computer screen. "I feel better now, thank god." She went on, not looking at him.
 
"Dont 'Hi Daddy' me." He grabs her head and forces her to look him in the eyes. "Now tell me again what happened this morning and you'd better not lie. It makes me very angry when you lie to me."
 
Marisa gasped when he grabbed her so suddenly and violently. She looked away after a second. "I told you I was feeling sick, daddy. I wanted to stay home. I'm not lying, I swear. Please let go, you're hurting me." She said quietly, looking back into his eyes. She had never seen this side of her father before.
 
"You're lying. One of my co-workers plays on that stupid MMO game you have and he told me that you were bragging about how you tricked your parents into letting you stay home." He grabs her arm and drags her into the living room, throwing her face first onto a coach with her ass sticking up in the air. He turns to Catherine. "This your fault woman. You're far too soft on her and now she doesn't show me the proper respect."
 
"Daddy wait! Stop it!" Marisa wasn't wearing any pants, just a tank top and panties. When he threw her on the couch she quickly threw up her arms to keep her head safe. Catherine ran to her side and made sure she was okay. Marisa began to sit in a less humiliating position, still not completely understanding whe he was so upset. "It is my fault..I'll take her punishment...please just let her rest." It seemed Catherine still believed Marisa was sick.
 
As Marisa tried to sit up, William grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and forced he down. "You stay right there." He turns to Catherine. "You will be punished in time, cunt. But first you will watch me teach this bitch some respect knowing that all the pain she's getting is your fault."

You turns back to Marisa and lifts her up with one hand. He sits down on the coach and lays her across his lap. He gently caresses her panty clad ass and then quickly pulls it back and smacks her ass.
 
Marisa didn't understand why she was being treated like a dog. She stayed perfectly still as he lifted her up and slid underneath her. Catherine didn't mind if he hit her, but Marisa was her daughter. She couldn't watch this. Upon hearing her daughters surprised cries she walked upstairs, knowing she could not do anything about it. She'd be punished later for walking away without permission, but she was helpless just watching. "Daddy, I'm sorry, please don't hit me anymore!"
 
William's erection presses against her chest as he mercilessly continues smacking her ass. "This is your fault." Smack. "You shouldnt have lied to me." Smack. He takes one hand and presses jer body down onto himself rubbing her against his erection. Smack. He pushes her off of him and growls to her. "Take off your panties. I'm going to beat your bare ass."
 
Marisa continued to cry out each time he struck her. She felt his hard on but she didn't want to believe that her own father had gotten turned on from punishing her. When he pushed her off, Marisa grunted as she hit the floor. Upon hearing his request she shook her head. "No...I won't."
 
"What did you just say? I didnt ask you. I told you." He wraps his hand around her arm and pulls her onto the coach. He smacks her ass hard. "You will learn to obey me." He tears her panties off of her body. His hand caress her backside and one of his fingers slips down and rubs her pussy. "I'm going to punish you and you're going to like it. Is that understood?"
 
Marisa tried to pull away as he grabbed her by the arm but quickly found herself back on his lap. She screamed when he tore her panties off. "Daddy, no! What are you doing? Stop it!" She struggled underneath him and the second she felt him touch her cunt her stomach dropped. "Mommy! Help me! Please, mommy!" She shouted, her eyes on the stairs, waiting for her mother to come running down them. Her soft pink cunny began to slicken at the stimulation.
 
"Dont cry for your mother, girl. I'm showing you the proper way to treat your father." With one hand he reaches down her shirt and began roughly cupping her breast. With the cup cupping her pussy he slips one of his fingers into her cunt while another begins rubbing her clit. "Stop acting like you arent enjoying yourself cunt. Your pussy is soaking wet.."
 
Her breasts had been overly sensitive by its recent growth from a B cup to a C cup. She bit her lip as her nipples quickly hardened. "No! This isn't right! Daddy, please--Nnngh!" She moaned loudly as he fingered her, her eyes now wide in surprised. Her clit began to swell as the blood rushed to it upon feeling the sensation. She tried to close her legs. "Mommy please! Mommy.."
 
He smacks her. "You want your Mother. Alright, I'll take you to her" He lifts Marusa up and throws her over his shoulder. He carries her up to his bedroom and throws him down on the bed. "There. Here's your precious mother." He point to his sobbing wife. "Now she can see you get the treatment you deserve."
 
Catherine was stunned at the sight of her daughter. She realized he had been molesting her. "William...how could you do that to your own daughter?" Her voice was just above a whisper and she stared at him. "Mommy.." Marisa sobbed, sitting up on the bed.
 
William eyes darken as he fills with rage. He reaches for the closest thing to him which happens to be a television remote and brings it forcefully down on her. "How dare you question me. And what made you think you could walk out? This is as much your fault as it is hers." Facing Marisa now he wraps his hands around Marisa's neck and rubs her face against his crotch. "Look what you did to your Father. What kind of dirty slut are you, turning your daddy on like this?
 
Catherine cried out in pain as he hit her with the small but hard object. She cowered in fear at his feet, and Marisa suddenly realized that her father had always been abusive, just not to her. She gasped when she felt his grip on her throat and suddenly. She struggled to pull back as he brought her to his crotch. "No! I didn't mean to! I'm not a slut...I'm still a virgin daddy! I promise!" She screamed, trying to pull out of his grip. Catherine knew she had to stop him before he got out of control.
 
With the hand that's not choking his daughter he unbuckle his belt. He steps on Catherine's face as she whimpers at his feet. William spins his daughter around and pushes her onto his bed. He brings his belt down hard on Marisa's ass. "Now once again I'm going to give you a choice. You can take out my cock that your slutty little body got hard," he smacks his arm repeatedly with the belt, "Or I could beat your ass until my arm gets tired. It's up to you."
 
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