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Riverdale, Hiram/Veronica #nsfw, noncon, parent/child incest, hate sex, punishment, spanking, slut shaming

I am 99% sure that I didn't imagine the scene where Veronica leaves the glamerge egg that's she's just "returned" smashed on Hiram's desk, but just in case, that's what this is based on.

Hiram would like to think he's gotten damn good at hiding his rage. From an angry teenager who was ready to fight a stranger on the street for disrespecting his old man, to cool, calm and collected as he walks through the door at Pop's after finding Veronica's....note.

"Hey Pop," Hiram smiles at the elderly man behind the counter. Pop nervously smiles back. Pop has always know what was good for him. "Is my daughter in?"

"Downstairs." Pop nods towards the "secret" door to La Bonne Nuit before returning to the customer he'd been helping.

Hiram descends the stairs. The club won't open for the evening for a few hours yet. It's more than enough time. Veronica hasn't just forgotten her place, she seems insistent that she's on a level playing field with Hiram. He plans on reminding her exactly how wrong she is.

Veronica doesn't notice him at first. She's pouring over a handful of papers, whether they're school or business related Hiram couldn't say. And honestly he doesn't care.

His footsteps are louder on the club floor than they were on the steps. Veronica looks up, confusion written on her face. Did she honestly expect there would be no retaliation for her disobedience?

"Daddy? What are you doing here. I'm in the middle of doing payroll."

Hiram reaches into his pocket, pulls out a handkerchief and tosses it on the table in front of her. Inside are several shards of what previously was the glamerge egg he'd gifted his wife.

Veronica picks out a particularly sharp piece and runs the back of an equally pointed fingernail along the edge of it. A smile spreads across her face. It quickly turns into a smirk as she looks up at Hiram.

"Didn't like my message, Daddy?"

Something inside Hiram snaps. He grabs his daughter by the arm, yanking her up out of her chair. She's backed up against the table and he crowd's her in, right where he wants her.

"You think this is funny, mija? I bought your mother that egg for our 10th anniversary."

"And what did you buy her when you missed your anniversary because you were in prison, Daddy?"

Hiram doesn't hesitate to react. He's had enough of this insolence. With strong hands on her shoulders, Hiram spins her around and bends over over the table.

With one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place, Hiram yanks up Veronica's dress and delivers a series of sharp slaps to her backside. It's been more than a while since he's punished her this way, not since she learned how to suck his cock.

She struggles under his hand, trying to get away from his slaps but one hand is all he needs to keep her pinned in place.

"Did you think there wouldn't be any consequences for that little stunt? You're much smarter than that, Veronica."

Hiram delivers his final blow and Veronica jumps. Satisfied that she'll be feeling the soreness of his spanking for several days, he releases his hold on her. But he's nowhere near finished yet. Hiram unbuckles his belt and eases down his zipper.

His cock has been hard since the moment he bent her over the table. His little girl bent over for him, sweet little ass in the air, how could he resist? But his naughty girl seems to think that her punishment is over, because she's reaching back to tug her dress down and looking

over her shoulder at Hiram as she tries to stand. His fingers curl around her waist and he pulls her flush against his chest.

"Daddy, what are --"

He cuts her off with a gently, but firmly placed hard around her throat.

"You're deserve more than just a spanking for what you did," Hiram says, "And I think you know that."

"Yes, Daddy."

She says, trying to subtly wipe away a few tears. Good. She's realized this isn't a game. Or at least, it's not one she has a chance of winning.

"Stay where I put you, mija." The hand around her throat drops down to her chest, he cups a breast and she tenses beneath him. "It hasn't been that long since the last time we did this."

He eases the front of her skirt up with both hands, exposing black satin panties.

"What kind of respectable young lady wears panties like these?" Hiram asks. He traces a finger across her stomach, along the hem of her panties.

"You may as well wear a sign that says you're desperate to be fucked."

Hiram gives a gentle kick to one of her heels and her legs widen, giving him the access he wants. One hand cups her pussy while the other keeps her skirt lifted, keeps her exposed.

The warmth and wetness of her pussy bleeds through the thin fabric.

"Daddy," Veronica whimpers.

He honestly isn't sure she wants him to stop or keep going. It doesn't matter either way. She's going to take the punishment he gives her.

"Quiet, Veronica. You don't want anyone up in Pop's to hear, do you?"

She shakes her head.

"Good. Now you're going to sit on the table and spread your legs for me."

Veronica obeys without further prompting.

Hiram takes this time to pull out his cock. He gives a few firm strokes, watches the way Veronica watches him. He doesn't know who she's wearing those panties for, if anyone, doesn't know how long it's been since anyone fucked her.

But he does know how long it's been since it was him. Too long. He slides his hands up the insides of her warm, smooth thighs and she inhales quickly. His fingers dip inside her panties and he strokes them over her clit.

"Daddy," she whimpers. "Don't do this."

He pushes her onto her back and stands between her legs. He grinds his cock against her, making a mess of her panties, making her bite down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"You were fucking that Andrew boy for too long, mija. You've forgotten you'll always belong to me. No matter what you do."

He pulls aside the crotch of her panties and rubs the head of his cock through her wetness. She turns her head and closes her eyes.

But Hiram can still hear her moan.

He shoves inside in one swift thrust. As though he'd pushed all the air out of her lungs, Veronica gasps, startled, and covers her mouth with both hands. There are tears brimming at the corner of her eye.

He grips tightly onto her hips and fucks her hard. When tears finally fall from her eyes, he curls a hand around her chin and turns her head so he can look her in the eye.

"You deserve this," he says, slapping her across the face as he fucks into her harder than before.

"Daddy," she chokes out between sobs. "Daddy, please."

"You want this to stop?" He asks, slowing down, brushing a thumb over her clit. He rolls his hips and she shivers beneath him. "Or do you just want to come?"

Before she can answer, he pulls out, but not before tapping the head of his cock against her pussy. He pulls out a chair and takes a seat.

"It'll stop when you get me off."

Veronica sits up, wipes away her tears and hops off the table.

She moves to kneel in front of him but he curls two fingers underneath her chin.

"Not with your mouth," Hiram says. "Take off your panties and ride me."

He watches as she slowly rises to her feet and slides down her panties, gingerly stepping out of them. Hiram holds out his hand, it takes her a moment to realize that he wants them.

He's not sure why that particular gesture does the trick, but Veronica looks more humiliated than ever as she hands them over.

"Good girl," Hiram murmurs as he tucks her panties into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "Now come here."

She straddles his thighs and Hiram slides his hands underneath her dress. He strokes the pad of his thumb across her clit. The way she shudders delights him.

"For all your protestations, your body is telling me a different story, mija."

Anger flashes across Veronica's face, but she holds her tongue. If they were in his office, he'd spread her out on his desk and lick her pussy until she was begging for release. But that is not the case and Hiram must make do with the circumstances he's been given.

As much as he misses her taste, that's not what he came here for. She needs to pay for what she did and Hiram Lodge doesn't forgive debts easily. He guides her hips down onto his lap, slowly filling her back up with his cock. She fits him like a glove.

Her tears are falling freely now, she doesn't even bother wiping them away as she bounces in his lap. He winds a firm hand around the back of her neck and presses his forehead to hers.

"I'd never have to punish you again if you didn't fight me, mi amor."

He rubs small circles over her clit once more, pulling a strangled moan out of her. "I don't know why you bother with boys when you know I can make you feel so much better."

"Can't you just be quiet, Daddy?"

Her words are breathy and it takes most of the anger out of her tone. Her subtle defiance is lost when she's still bouncing on his cock.

"Oh mija," he whispers, "Can you?"

His fingers dig into her hips as he shoves up into her, as brutally as he can. She grips his shoulder to steady herself, her other hand covering her mouth.

Hiram doesn't know if the sounds coming out of her are pleasure or pain, but once again, it doesn't matter. He chases his own orgasm, thrusting up into her while pulling her down onto his cock, over and over again.

He comes inside her and pulls her in to kiss her throat.

"Next time, it won't be your pussy I come to punish," he says. Slick fingers trail down the cleft of her ass and he dips the tip of one finger inside her tight hole. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," she hisses through gritted teeth. She's squirming on his lap, trying to get away from his probing fingers. Her pussy is still tight around his softening cock, waiting for her own release, one he's going to deny her.

He lifts up her dress and gives her ass a final slap before lifting her off his lap and tucking himself back into his slacks.

"My panties, Daddy," his sweet naive girl says as she straightens her dress.

"Oh no, sweetheart," Hiram smirks. He pats his jacket pocket.

"These are mine now. It's not quite an even trade for the egg, but they did come with some quality time with my daughter." He grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger and kisses her roughly. "Better get cleaned up, mija. Doors are in less than an hour."

Veronica's glare is hateful as he heads for the stairs. His work is done here, he's got his own business to attend to back home.

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