Parent-Princess Relations
Daddy-Daughter Discipline
“Daddy!” squealed Twilight as she pounced on her father, crumpling the newspaper he had open in his lap. Night Light beamed at his daughter as his horn lit up and he levitated her up onto his lap. Twilight wrapped her hooves around her beloved father’s neck and nuzzled against his messy mane. Just because she was a full-grown mare didn’t mean that she had outgrown being his daughter, and being his daughter had its… perks.
He chuckled and hugged her close. “How’s my precious little filly?” he cooed, rocking her as best as he could without tipping them both off balance.
Twilight squirmed in his lap. Hers. This was her lap, where she belonged. “Doing well, Daddy. I was wondering, though, if you would wanna play that special game that we used to, when I was a littler filly?” Her muzzle split in a grin as she nosed into his unkempt mane.
She didn’t need an excuse to visit her family, and her mother gladly vacated the living room when Twilight whispered her idea in her ear. Mommy understood, best of all ponies, that Daddy-time was special, and she was going to spend special Mommy/daughter time with Twilight later.
Night Light quirked an eyebrow. “Sure thing, princess. Heh, remember when that was just a nickname?” He laughed, rubbing Twilight between the wings, making her spine arch as she purred in pleasure. Her hips swiveled against his lower thigh, and he chuckled, his voice deepening, sending shivers of needy excitement through Twilight.
Before she could get another word in, Night Light levitated his daughter off of his lap and onto the couch cushion next to him.“Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to teach you your place, just as soon as I finish reading this article, okay?” He smiled gently at Twilight as he unfurled the newspaper page and continued reading, humming to himself.
Twilight huffed to herself and stomped a hoof against the couch. No fair, she wanted to play with Daddy now! Just because she could technically fly over whenever she wanted didn’t mean that she was willing to wait! Her mouth scrunched in a frown as she looked around, trying to formulate an idea.
She scooted closer to Daddy, until her side was pressed flush against his. He was a notoriously slow reader, but maybe she could encourage him to read a little faster? Her hoof slowly inched across his thigh, making its way towards his sheath. Twilight bit her lip, trying not to salivate too much at the thought of her father’s breeding spear. Even though she’d seen it since she was old enough to know where foals came from, it still sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Closer, closer, her hooftip edged towards Daddy’s sheath. Almost there, her hoof scooted across his lap. She tried not to giggle. Was Daddy going to let her motivate him to read faster? It was right there, and even twitched invitingly, she wanted nothing more than to touch it, but she had to move her hoof slowly in case Daddy hadn’t noticed. She didn’t want to startle him from his readi-
One of Night Light hooves pressed suddenly against her wandering hooves, making Twilight jump with a startled jolt. His deep, rumbling laugh filled her ears, making her blush. “Naughty filly. You can be patient and wait, can’t you?” He gently but firmly pushed her hoof off his lap before turning a page without a second glance, making Twilight fall backwards onto the couch with a huff. Dang it.
She supposed she could be more direct and rub her nethers in his face, flagging her tail and showing off her damp fillyhood, but she dismissed that idea after a bit more thought. He’d probably just brush her off, and take even longer to read. She didn’t want that to happen, she just couldn’t wait any longer as it was! Twilight sprawled across the couch, humming an absent, tuneless song as she considered her options.
A sudden thought struck her, making her jerk upright, overbalance, and topple off the couch with a thunk. Twilight ruffled her feathers and looked up at her Daddy hopefully. Nope, she didn’t even get so much as a glance for falling off the couch. Her idea could work, and would definitely get his attention. Maybe not the sort of attention she had initially been going for, but his response was sure to be wonderful.
Prancing with unrestrained glee, Twilight perched on the coffee table. Slowly, deliberately, she spread her wings low and spun in a circle. A candle surrounded by holly berries fell to the floor with a crash. She looked at her father expectantly. His ear flicked, but he didn’t look up.
Twilight sighed and stepped a hoof carefully onto a stack of Bingo Daily magazines. Methodically, deliberately, she pushed the stack off the table, one magazine at a time. They landed with a rustle of glossy sheets, dog-eared on the floor. Night Light frowned and seemed to concentrate on the page inches from his muzzle with a determined glare.
Oh, so he was trying to take forever? Well, two could play at that game, then! Twilight’s hoof rested against Mommy’s special cherrywood chess set. The end table it stood on tilted dangerously on two legs as she pushed harder. With a clatter, a few pawns fell off the board and onto the ground, followed by kings, castles, and other royalty. With a decisive push, the table toppled to the floor, landing on top of the pieces with a dull clank. Twilight smiled winningly at the mess before looking up at her father.
Night Light’s gaze was on his daughter, his eyebrows creasing his forehead in a scowl that spelled trouble. Twilight froze, uncertain for a moment. Had she taken it too far? Was he really super upset? Oh dear, oh dear, she really should have read her copy of Questionable Sexual Actions: You and Your Inner Brat again and taken better notes!
Her Daddy took a deep breath and fixed her with a cold, unamused frown. “What are you doing, little one?” He asked slowly, peering at her over the top of the newspaper.
Twilight beamed at him innocently. “I’m having fun. Obviously, Daddy isn’t gonna play with me, so I’m gonna make a mess and have lots and lots of fun all on my own!” She pivoted on her hooves, bending over to swipe at a few of the scattered chess pieces. Her tail waved and swished to the side, giving her father a brief view of her dripping slit before it covered it again. Twilight held up a pawn triumphantly. “Look, Daddy! Here’s you!”
A deep growl rumbled from Night Light’s throat, and he tilted his head slightly, lowering the article he was on. “I wouldn’t try that, if I were you.” His gaze flitted between his daughter’s shameless grin and her supple flank, taking in her subtle curves, studying every detail with a leer.
Twilight laughed flippantly – or tried to, anyway. It stuck in her throat as a bout of nervousness bubbled up inside her. She was sure of this, right? Her giggle rang through the air, accompanied by the rustle of the newspaper as her Daddy set it aside, waiting wordlessly.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Twilight looked her father in the eye and smiled cheekily. “What? You’re c-clearly not going to do anything to stop me, are you?” His hooves twitched, but Twilight continued breathlessly. “What are you going to do about it, hm?”
The next second was a flurry of movement as Night Light shot forward, hooves outstretched, horn sparking. Twilight squeaked and tried to take a step back reflexively, but her hoof came down on thin air and she stumbled, barely keeping her balance on three hooves. The split second she spent wobbling was all her Daddy needed. His hooves wrapped around Twilight, his magic gripping her front hooves and pinning them to her sides with her wings underneath them. Night Light tugged his daughter backwards, deftly throwing her onto the couch.
Twilight’s vision spun, and she felt herself pant against the couch cushion, dizzy from the sudden perspective shift. Night Light flipped up her tail, pressing it against her back with one hoof as he marveled at the view. Twilight squirmed against the couch as she felt the cool air chill her moist twat, arousal racing through her veins. She tried to say something, but her mind was blank. Her heart pounded fiercely as she let out a little whine.
“Look at what you’ve done, little one. You’ve gone and made a mess of the living room. That isn’t what good daughters do, is it? No.” Night Light’s voice dropped on the last word into a dark snarl, sending shivers of terrified delight up Twilight’s spine. “You’ve acted like a spoiled little brat. Are you ready to be punished like one?”
Twilight’s eyelids fluttered for a few seconds as she tensed up in her daze before she realized that he had asked her a question. Wait, was she supposed to say yes or no? She bit her lip, before slowly shaking her head, hoping that was the right answer. A gravelly chuckle rumbled behind her. “That’s a pity, because I’m not giving you much of a choice. Now, if you know what’s good for you, don’t move your tail. I need to go fetch a couple things, to properly punish you like the naughty filly you are.”
Twilight whined as she heard her father’s footsteps fade, and the door close behind him. She tried to move one of her front hooves experimentally, but her Daddy’s magical grip pressed firmly against her, resisting her every effort. Aside from flopping off the couch, there wasn’t much she could do to try to get away. She could always flip her tail back over her crotch, but a part of her was thrilled at being exposed, even if there was nopony but Mommy to see her like this.
Her Daddy was sure taking an awful long time, though. Was he ever going to come back? Or was this her punishment, to lie on the couch, shuddering with arousal and trying not to imagine all the delicious things he could be planning. That would be an awfully cruel punishment. Her leg was starting to itch. Would he really know if she adjusted it slightly? She was about to try to rub it against the edge of the couch when she heard the door swing open. It took every ounce of self control to not turn her head and look to see who it was. Was it Mommy? Was she coming to save her poor daughter from whatever completely-deserved punishment she was about to receive?
A criminally sexy laugh echoed behind Twilight, making her moan under her breath. Oh, Daddy was back with whatever he had gotten! A single hoof traced slowly up her back, making Twilight gasp and arch her spine. Oh, sweet Celestia, Daddy was being so tantalizingly cruel. He should just get her awful consequence over with!
Night Light entered her field of vision. Levitated next to him was a hairbrush and an assortment of mane clips. He pulled the hairbrush from his telekinesis and showed it to her, gently brushing the smooth, flat back of it against her cheek when Twilight didn’t respond. He sneered down at her. “Alright, little brat. I am going to spank you with this, until I feel you’re properly sorry for what you’ve done. No amount of pathetic whimpering will make me stop, but by all means, feel free to try.” He tapped it lightly against her cheek, making her whimper needily. Wait- was she actually turned on by the idea of being spanked like a naughty filly?
“Before I begin your punishment, though, there’s the matter of your tail. Clearly, you can’t be trusted to keep your tail in the right spot while I punish you, since you couldn’t even be quiet and patient while I finished my reading! Thankfully, I found a few barrettes to secure your pesky tail to your mane. So long as you don’t try to flick it down, you’ll be just fine, won’t you, naughty filly? Now, I picked out a few different colors. Which one do you think I should use?”
Twilight focused blearily on the three mane clips hovering in front of her muzzle. One was covered in green leaves, one was decorated with a smiling yellow sun, and the third was embellished with red roses. She took a deep breath, her gaze flicking between each of them for a moment. “The leaf one, Daddy,” Twilight said, biting her lip.
Night Light tugged her tail up to the end of her mane and smiled thinly as the clip clicked shut. “Good choice. If you decide otherwise for some miserably petty reason, let me know. Now,” he purred sadistically, his breath tickling Twilight’s ear. “It’s time to see if you can take the punishment you’ve earned, brat.”
The bristly end of the hairbrush tickled Twilight’s sensitive rump, making her squeak and twitch. Then he pulled it back, and she felt nothing. Her ears strained for a sound, a warning, anything, but no sound came. Twilight frowned. Daddy didn’t forget, did he? Was she supposed to say something in response? She swiveled her head to look back at him, wincing as her mane yanked her tail further up. The second her gaze met Night Light’s, he swung.
SMACK. The hairbrush clapped against Twilight’s flank, squarely in the center. She managed a choked shriek of surprise as the stinging pain radiated across her hindquarters. It hurt. It hurt a lot, and spanking was unpleasant and a punishment, so why did she feel her slit wink as the burning pain faded to a dull, almost pleasurable ache? Was she one of those masochists? She had read about them in her book, but she didn’t expect it to be-
Two harsh slaps made Twilight squeak and jerk against her magic bonds as one sharp blow impacted each of her flanks. Yup, even though it was nicer than she’d ever admit, it still hurt. Night Light whistled behind her. “You have no idea, little brat, but your flanks jiggle perfectly with every spank. In fact-” THWACK! “I think I like how it looks! Now. Why are you being punished, naughty filly?”
Twilight whimpered and took a deep breath. “I’m being punished because I was a v-” A hard smack interrupted her train of thought, making her choke on her words as her Daddy hit her flank near her cutie mark. She gasped, pain making her see stars. Oh sweet Celestia above, it hurt.
Night Light laughed and nuzzled Twilight’s neck, his muzzle brushing against her ear, making her flick it instinctively. “Try again, brat. Why are you being punished?”
His daughter bit her lip, her voice wavering unsteadily. “I’m being punished be-” The hairbrush hit her on the other side, mirroring its last spank. Twilight cried out and slumped onto the cushion, biting back tears. Her snatch felt deliciously wet despite the stinging soreness of her backside.
“Try again. Didn’t quite catch that.” Twilight could hear her father’s smirk as he waited for her to try to answer.
Twilight’s lip quivered as she turned her head as far as she could without yanking a few hairs from her tail. “I’m bein-” Two hard spanks to the center of each cheek made her break down into sobs of despair, a few tears making their way down her face. “I’m-” WHACK! She sniffled, trying not to blubber, the pain racing towards her nethers, making her feel horribly wrong for feeling so wet because of her punishment. Celestia above, it felt so wrong, and she felt so exposed, and… she didn’t want it to end.
“I-” Her father laughed and rained blow after blow around her flank, watching his daughter let out cries of arousal and pain. He continued, watching his daughter’s pussy clench and leak as she shrieked shrilly, writhing in her bonds against the couch. “DADDYYYY!”
Night Light chuckled and traced the flat end of the hairbrush gently against her flushed posterior, watching his daughter squirm for a little bit until her breathing calmed down a little. “Since you clearly don’t know why you’re being punished, I guess I’ll have to remind you. You’re being punished-” SMACK! “Because you dared-” SMACK! “To tell Daddy what you could and could not do!” Two spanks landed with a dull thwack, so close to her plush pussy lips, Twilight whimpered and froze, praying the impacts wouldn’t inch any close to her delicate flower. “But most of all, little brat, you’re being punished because you wanted to be. Isn’t that right?”
Twilight bit her lip so hard it almost bled as she thought about it. Her Daddy was being so dominating and deliciously in charge, and Twilight loved that, and even though she was being spanked really hard, the pain was mixing with the pleasure in a hazy mess that made her slit dribble arousal down onto the couch cushion below. Her wings pressed firmly against her front hooves, pinned to her sides. “I…” she began in a quiet, halting, submissive voice.
He sighed and spanked her again, watching the impact ripple through her pert plot. “Don’t keep Daddy waiting, naughty filly.”
The mare took a deep breath, then another. “I w-wanted to be punished, Daddy. That’s why I t-taunted you. I’m s-s-sorry, Daddy, I’ve been a bad little filly and I really deserve it, I d-deserve all of it, I deserve to be spanked!” She mewled, feeling a warm drip of marecum make its way down her snatch.
Twilight tried not to moan as she felt her father’s hoof rub her tender flanks. It felt so sore, but it felt so good. Mmm, perhaps she should do this again? It couldn’t hurt to repeat this a few more times to see if she liked it so much. For… science. Yeah.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt her Daddy shift his weight so that he was hunched over her. “I think my little filly’s learned her lesson, what do you think?”
Twilight couldn’t nod fast enough. “Oh, yes, please, Daddy, I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good little filly and a good daughter and I won’t make a mess and I promise I won’t try to get punished again even though I earned it and maybe I need to reconsider whether or not I like being spanked but that isn’t the point, the point is I’m sorry and I’ll be good, I promise!”
Night Light laughed gently. “Good filly. Now, I could leave you here for the rest of the night to think about what you’ve done, or I could use your poor little body to take care of a certain need of mine. What do you say, little one?”
Twilight’s eyes widened. He was really going to give her another chance? “Oh, please, Daddy! Please use me as a cumsock for your cock! Please rut me senseless and remind me of my place, Daddy! I need you, more than anything, and my poor damp pussy is starving for your cock! Please fill me, breed me, use me! I’ll do anything!”
Her eyes widened as she felt her father’s flare press against her nether lips. She panted against the couch cushion, hesitating every few seconds, waiting with bated breath for her father to push himself in. Her begging was good enough, right? Did she need to say more? She’d do anything for his cock, anything.
With a groan, her Daddy slid the wide, flat head of his cock into his daughter’s waiting pussy. Twilight mewled underneath him as he thrust lightly, forcing his way deeper into her damp marehood. Her walls twitched and clenched around his shaft, so familiar, yet so big, and he was going so deep, it felt like she couldn’t take any more but he kept going further!
A slick sound announced Night Light’s hilting as his weight pressed her into the couch. He lay there, panting as he straddled his daughter. “You are mine, little one,” he hissed into Twilight’s ear, his warm breath against her neck making her shiver.
She nodded as best as she could with her mane clipped to her tail. “Yours, Daddy. Always.” She let out a breathy moan and tried to nuzzle behind her, jerking her head back blindly to try to show her father some affection as he filled her, stretched her so perfectly.
Slowly, he pulled out, his medial ring tugging at her velvety slick walls as he groaned animalistically behind her. Twilight gasped as she squirmed underneath him. She could feel every vein, every ridge, every part of his cock, the cock she knew so well. Pleasure built deep inside her core as she moaned, trying to push herself back against him, trying to keep him inside her as long as she could.
Without warning, he thrust back in. Their hips met with a lewd-sounding smack, punctuated by a gasp of delight from Twilight as she arched her back and pressed against him. She heard her father’s grunt as he pulled out, and then pushed back in with smooth even thrusts. He chuckled in her ear as he moved at what Twilight felt was an agonizingly slow pace in deep, masturbatory strokes. “F-faster, Daddy! Please, I need you!” she whined, her walls clenching down on his cock.
“As you wish,” Night Light whispered before beginning to fuck Twilight in earnest. She squealed as his hips met her sore flanks, his medial ring forcing its way in and out, stimulating her clit as he pistoned in and out of her with wet squelches. Twilight’s moans grew louder and louder as her father pounded her flank in earnest. The spanks felt good, in their own painful way, but being screwed into the couch, hilted again and again by her strong, dominant Daddy? Twilight couldn’t imagine greater bliss. She cried out, her shrieks of pleasure echoing throughout the house. “YES, DADDY!” She didn’t care who heard her. Let everypony know that she was being screwed and dominated by a worthy stallion, her own father! It was so wrong, and yet so deliciously right.
Night Light’s pace quickened as Twilight began pushing back against him, trying to meet his thrusts as best as she could while pinned underneath him. His predatory growl made her moan in response as she felt more and more pleasure build up inside her, ready to snap at any second. She let out a high-pitched cry as she doubled over, feeling her walls weakly flutter around her father’s rock-hard breeding spear. Her climax seized her, and didn’t seem to end. Twilight kept cumming, feeling her pussy spasm and squirt out a trickle of mare juices. Her eyes rolled back as unimaginable pleasure rocked her body, reducing her to a mewling mess.
Night Light tried to hold on as long as he could, working his daughter through her orgasm, but his filly’s tight little pussy clenched around him over and over, and he couldn’t hold back any longer against her spasming, milking walls. With a triumphant cry, he thrust once, twice, and hilted inside of her. Twilight felt his balls clench against her clit a split second before she felt the warm flood of cum force its way inside her womb. Oh, sweet Celestia, it just kept coming and coming and cumming… Her father’s seed filled her until she felt she couldn’t take any more. A dribble of their thick combined juices leaked around her Daddy’s cock and onto the couch below, matting their fur and staining them with the scent of cum.
They lay like that for a few heartstopping moments. Twilight revelled in the feeling of being filled completely while bound and helpless underneath her own father. Nothing could compare to the feeling. She sighed and relaxed underneath him. Slowly, gently, Night Light pulled himself out of her. A flood of cum and mare arousal flowed out of his daughter’s gaping pussy before her walls winked shut, sealing in his warm gift. Twilight looked blearily up as the magical bonds keeping her hooves and wings pinned against her body dissipated. Night Light frowned as he fumbled with the mane clip securing his daughter’s tail to her mane, but after a few moments of muttering under his breath, he detangled it and released Twilight.
Twilight unfurled and flexed her wings and forehooves before slumping back down onto the couch. “Daddy, d-do you mind if I sleep here?” she babbled quietly, weakly blowing a strand of her bangs out of her eyes. Night Light looked down at her, an eyebrow raised, and Twilight giggled up at him in a pleasure-induced daze.
With a gentle smile, he bent down and kissed her forehead lovingly. “Anything for you, little one. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything?” Twilight nodded, then shook her head and curled up against the arm of the couch, sighing contentedly, her eyes sliding shut slowly.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as she drifted off to sleep, her Daddy’s hoof gently stroking her back.
“I love you, Twilight,” her father’s voice echoed in her ears as her vision faded to black. Her flanks were sore, and she could feel herself leaking assorted sex juices, but all of that could wait until tomorrow. Her Daddy loved her. That was all she needed to know.
Author's Note
Like for Twilight to accept that she's a masochist, and maybe even admit it to her Daddy.
Comment for Night Light to pick up Twilight and bring her to bed to cuddle all night long.
Follow for a potential second chapter between Twilight Sparkle and Twilight Velvet. ♥
