Story Excerpt

She came back from college dripping with defiance.
And I broke her the only way a good father knows how.

My study was meant for solitude: stacks of antique books, etched illustrations of trembling girls, the scent of ink and old paper.

But when my daughter Sophie strutted in, sundress clinging, eyes full of trouble, my focus shattered. She poked through my work on ritual obedience, flirted with my limits, and flaunted her bratty little body like she wanted to be punished.

So I spanked her. Hard. Then I made her beg.
By the time I bent her over my desk, she was mine.

Discipline isn’t about rules. It’s about ownership. About breeding obedience into every inch of her.

Daddy’s Old School Discipline is an explicit, brutal, and relentless descent into incestuous heat, filth, and total submission… no apologies, no mercy, just raw Victorian correction delivered in every hole.