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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Hiram_Lodge/Veronica_Lodge, Hermione_Lodge/Hiram_Lodge
  Character:
      Hiram_Lodge, Hermione_Lodge, Veronica_Lodge
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Parent/Child_Incest, Spanking, Non-Consensual_Spanking,
      Domestic_Discipline, Painplay, Painful_Sex, Humiliation, Dysfunctional
      Family, Rough_Sex
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      Published: 2018-02-21 Words: 3698
****** Disrespect Will Not Be Tolerated ******
by Maeve_of_Winter
Summary
     After Hermione tells him of all the trouble Veronica has caused and
     seeing her rebelliousness himself, Hiram decides to remind Veronica
     of her place in the family.
When Hiram summoned Veronica to his office, she didn’t even do him the courtesy
of wearing actual clothes, instead entering the room in bare feet and a long
silk robe.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Did I specify that this meeting’s dress code was
casual attire?”
“I was just getting ready for bed,” Veronica told him, more than a little bit
of annoyance in her tone.
“No doubt.” Hiram poured himself a glass of scotch and then lifted it to his
lips for a slow, leisurely sip, deliberately taking his time. It was one of the
games he liked to play when he was displeased with someone, be it an employee,
partner, or disobedient daughter. He made them wait on him while they twisted
themselves into knots, wondering what he knew, what his next action would be,
and how they would suffer for it.
“Enjoying yourself?” Veronica asked frostily.
Vexingly, the tactic seemed to have lost its effect on Veronica.
Hiram did not let his irritation show on his voice and kept his tone amiable.
“Very much. But I have to say, I would have enjoyed my Cristal just a tad bit
more. I had been looking forward to relaxing with a glass once I returned
home.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have been arrested in the first place,” Veronica
replied, her tone cool.
Hiram narrowed his eyes at her. He’d heard from his wife about Veronica’s
careless behavior, how she’d already several times come close to endangering of
all his meticulous strategizing. Hermione was adamant that something had to be
done about her, and Hiram agreed. He could not allow her rebelliousness to
continue. His empire had already collapsed around around him once, and however
much affection he felt for his daughter, Hiram needed to see to it that
Veronica didn’t interfere with its subsequent resurrection.
But he was a reasonable man, as well as a patient father. So Hiram decided to
give her one last chance to prove herself.
“Sit down,” he invited her. “I want to talk to you, Veronica. I’ve missed being
a part of your life.”
Veronica scoffed and remained standing. “Do you really expect me to fall for
that? Your ‘devoted family man’ schtick? I’m not that gullible anymore, Dad.”
“ ‘Dad’?” Hiram repeated, setting down his glass. Daddy had always been
Veronica’s preferred address for him, and though typically not much of one for
genuine sentiment, he found himself unexpectedly disappointed by her fondness
of him. “I can’t help but notice that you’re much less affectionate to me now
than before I went away.”
“Get used to it,” Veronica informed him, scowling. “I know who you are now,
Dad. You can’t fool me any longer. And now that I know you’re just a common
criminal, I don’t have any reason to respect you.”
Hiram felt every muscle in his body stiffen at her attack on his character as
well as her promise of future defiance. Anger surged through him as she spat in
the face of all that her had done for their family, for her.
He would no longer tolerate this insolence from her. For the both sake of their
business in addition to the preservation of their family.
Setting aside his scotch, he slowly stood and crossed over to the armchairs by
the fireplace, settling himself in one of them.
“Veronica,” he said very softly. “Take off your robe, and then come over here.”
With a roll of her eyes, Veronica slipped off her robe to reveal a very scant
violet satin nightdress and then unceremoniously tossed the garment onto his
desk before stalking over to stand before him. “Yes? What is it that you want,
exactly?”
Hiram gave her a vulpine smile as he took one of her hands in his, tugging her
even closer. “You’ll know soon enough,” he told her before pulling her down.
Throwing Veronica across his lap, Hiram pinned both of her arms behind her back
with one hand, holding her in place. He used the other to flip the hem of her
skimpy negligee up past her waist and then yank down her panties.
Veronica immediately began to struggle. “Let go of me—”
A sharp slap across her ass stunned her into silence, and Hiram took advantage
of her temporary speechlessness to let his position be known.
“That’s enough from you,” he told her, an edge in the voice he otherwise kept
very carefully controlled. “At the moment, I couldn’t care less about your
opinion. But it would be a lie to tell you that I don’t care about what you
feel, because—” he gave her ass another smack, relishing in her outraged cry,
“—I honestly do want want what happens next to be uncomfortable and
embarrassing for you.” He softened his voice and leaned in to whisper into her
ear, his weight resting on top of her as his chest pressed against her
restrained arms. “The same way your behavior has been uncomfortable and
embarrassing for your mother and I.”
Veronica twisted in his lap, still trying to free herself. “So what?” she
challenged him. “You think manhandling me is going to get you your way?”
Hiram gave her another swat, harder than either of the other two, the clap of
his palm resounding against the walls of his office.
“I think,” he hissed, “that you are going to learn it is better to obey me than
to defy me.” He brought his palm down in a series of swift strikes,
satisfaction coursing through him as Veronica let out a gasp of pain at each
one. “I can be quite generous toward those who give me the respect I’m due.” He
caressed one of her thighs and then ran his hands along her reddening cheek,
unable to resist admiring his handiwork—his technique was clearly quite
effective.  “But you know my methods, Veronica,” he whispered into her ear as
he ghosted the tips of his fingers over the flesh he knew must still be
stinging. “Whenever someone crosses me, my retaliation is brutal and swift.”
With that, he brought his hand down onto her ass again and again, putting all
of his strength behind the incessant blows and smirking at her moans of pain.
Instinctively, she tried to pull away, flinching at the contact, but Hiram held
her in place as he delivered a lightning succession of blazing smacks.
Noticing she was keeping her muscles tense to shield herself from the full
impact of the blows, Hiram halted his strikes briefly, instead bring his free
hand up to stroke her neck and play with the ends of her hair. Veronica let out
an involuntary sigh of relief at the respite, her shoulders relaxing. Hiram let
her lie still for several moments, wanting for both the burn of his strikes to
completely register and for Veronica to let down her guard before he continued.
Once he saw that she’d lowered her defenses, he ended his gentle touches and
forced her slender thighs apart, pressing one of her feet to rest down on the
ground and holding it there with one of his own legs so she wasn’t able to
clench her muscles again. And then, after ensuring his daughter was left with
no protection from him, he brought his hand crashing down against one cheek and
then the other, rapidly alternating between them and not letting his speed
drop.
“Oh! Oh, no!” Veronica cried as Hiram lit into her with more force than ever.
The strength of his blows had her rocking back and forth in his lap, jolting
with the impact as he left handprint after handprint on her skin, and her
breath was coming in hard pants.
Hiram was not dissuaded. If Veronica was ever going to learn her lesson, she
needed to understand that his word was law. Showing any kind of mercy would
only spoil her.
And judging by the way she was writhing across his lap, frantically trying to
get away from her punishment, Veronica was already plenty spoiled.
No matter. Hiram would have her on her toes soon enough. And if she ever
wasn’t, she would just end up back over his knee.
“I would stop struggling if I were you,” he chided her, earning a squeal from
her as he dealt out several more especially hard smacks. “I have more patience
for those who don’t take responsibility for their actions, Veronica.”
“Let. Me. Go,” Veronica gritted out, still stubbornly resistant, trying to tug
and pull her way free from him.
Hiram only shook his head disapprovingly. “Every time you try to fight me,
you’re only making this more difficult for yourself,” he warned. He gave one
cheek a sharp pinch and was rewarded by her pained hiss. “Your skin is already
turning a magnificent crimson—but I can keep going until it’s absolutely
purple.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she spat.
For a moment, Hiram stilled, almost impressed by how strong-willed she was. But
he needed to prove that he was stronger—and to do that, he would have to force
her to submit to him, show her that his authority overpowered any of her whims.
  
“Your wish is my command,” he said silkily, before continuing the discipline at
a blistering speed.  
Crashing his palm down across her ass with all of his might as quickly as he
could, he launched into a frenzy, setting a ruthless pace. He didn’t focus on
any particular spot, instead varying where his swats landed, intent on making
certain she felt his wrath now and would for days to come. The room filled with
the crack of his palm continually meeting Veronica’s flesh, but even with the
resulting din, he could hear her sharp intakes of breath at every strike.
Faced with blow after unrelenting blow, it didn’t take much longer for Veronica
to break.
“Please,” she gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. “No more—oh!” She
cried out as a swift smack landed on her tender undercurve. “Please no more!”
“I gave you the opportunity to apologize for your behavior,” Hiram reminded
her, smugness entering his voice. “You didn’t take it. And now you’ll just have
to accept the consequences.”
She bucked and begged, futilely trying to evade his hand, but it was useless.
She was trapped, helpless, at the total mercy of his palm, and nothing she did
could convince him to stop. With no choice but to endure the brutal blows that
met her cheeks with dizzying speed, she was left trembling and sobbing in his
lap, quaking with each smack.
After some time of forcing Veronica to suffer through the merciless spanking,
Hiram became aware of the stiffening of his cock. At first he planned to ignore
it, but his arousal was only heightened further by her panicked squirming.
After a brief debate with himself, he decided to incorporate relief for himself
into her discipline.
With one smooth movement, he lifted her up off of his lap and helped her stand,
unable to resist noticing how the tears made her dark eyes look much brighter
and alluring. Still, unwilling to get caught up in sentiment, he didn’t
hesitate to steer her to his desk and arrange her so she was fully sitting down
with her knees just over the edge.  
Veronica let out a sharp cry as her reddened ass made contact with the hard
wooden surface. Instantly, she tried to push herself up off of it, but Hiram
refused to let her.
“You will stay exactly where you are,” he said softly, using one hand to press
her back down and the other to yank off her panties entirely and toss them
aside. “Any further disobedience will simply put you back over my knee. Do you
understand?”
A whimper escaped Veronica’s mouth, and she shifted back and forth, desperately
trying to keep the weight off of her throbbing backside. Hiram allowed himself
a smirk, taking smug satisfaction in the sight of her squirming all thanks to
his doing—no doubt he had thoroughly made his point. But he didn’t let his
gloating distract him from swiftly withdrawing a bottle of lube, squeezing a
generous portion into his palm, and using it to quickly but thoroughly coat his
dick. Then, without any delay, he spread Veronica’s legs apart, took hold of
her hips, and, giving no warning, shoved his thick cock directly into her
opening.
As soon as he pushed inside of her, Veronica let out a stuttering shriek, her
eyes going wide. No doubt she was struggling to adjust to the sudden sensation
of being filled with his enormous length—Hiram was a large man, and it was
always difficult for his regular partners to take him even with attentive
preparation. Of course, he’d made no effort to make the experience any more
comfortable for Veronica, instead preferring watch her face as she was forced
to accommodate his significant size. A bit of further pain, he reasoned,
spearing into her again, would just help the lesson stick.
And truly, he could tell she was overwhelmed by the sensation, distress evident
on her features as he thrust in deeper, her lips parted in a silent cry and her
chest heaving beneath her lacy negligee. But a pink blush stained her cheeks,
and he could detect a glimmer of arousal in her eyes; at least on some level,
she was enjoying his attention.
But Veronica’s pleasure was soon interrupted. As Hiram increased the speed of
his thrusts, roughly plunging further inside of her, the motion had her
bouncing up and down on the desk to match his faster pace. He was raising
Veronica ever so slightly up only to push her down again, a continuous cycle
that constantly put pressure on the very area he himself had ascertained was
left tender and aching.
At first she bit her lip, no doubt trying to suppress the pain and remain
silent, refusing to give in to him. But faced with Hiram’s unyielding stamina,
she was soon pleading with him for reprieve.
“Please,” she begged, wincing as he drove her down against the desk again and
again and her ass made contact each time. “Please, Dad, that hurts.”
Hiram allowed himself a smirk; he’d been expecting protest, and he had a ready
answer for it.
“Hook your legs around my waist and keep them there,” he instructed, offering
her an apparently merciful solution. “And put your arms around my shoulders.
That way, you’ll keep yourself up off of the desk.”
Veronica hesitated, conflict clear on her features, and he knew why: she was
thoroughly caught. While it would alleviate some of her current discomfort,
bringing herself closer to him in the way he described would cause her to feel
his rough thrusts more fully than ever, making withstanding his massive cock an
even greater struggle than it already was. But if she tried to lean back to
avoid the force of his thrusts, she was pressed down onto the desk, aggravating
the soreness in her ass. Any time she tried to avoid one source of pain, she
was met with another.    
Ultimately, though, it didn’t matter which one she chose. With either one, it
would eventually conclude with her being utterly stuffed with his cock. Hiram
would make certain of it.
Growing impatient with Veronica’s indecision, Hiram decided to make the choice
for her. Switching the angle of his thrusts, he drove her hips down against the
desk and forcibly held them there so that she had no relief whatsoever from the
remaining sear of the spanking.
“Nooo,”Veronica groaned in dismay, throwing her head back, her eyes squeezed
shut and her dark hair gleaming in the lamplight.
Hiram just smirked and continued hammering inside of her, keeping her firmly in
place, savoring her pained squeaks and desperate squirming. He wasn’t going to
let her get away.
However, within a short time, Veronica found a distraction from her stinging
flesh. Hiram changed the direction of his thrusts again, and when he did,
Veronica’s eyes went wider than ever. She released a long, thready moan that
had him chuckling at how absolutely wanton she sounded.
Controlling the pain Veronica felt was delight. But Hiram was even more excited
to control her pleasure.
“How does it feel?” he asked softly, giving a long, slow push into the same
spot, his smirk widening as she gave another moan.
Her earlier reluctance forgotten, she tried to shift forward to meet him this
time, but he was still holding her locked against the wooden desk, thus she
couldn’t.
“Patience,” Hiram told her patronizingly, rolling his hips and giving her
another deep, agonizingly slow thrust. “You haven’t been a very good girl,
Veronica, so I don’t see why I should be good to you.”  
A whimper of frustration escaped Veronica when he denied her satisfaction, but
Hiram continued his leisurely pace, seeing no reason to hurry. Even as she
urged him to keep going, to pick up his speed, he ignored her and did as he
pleased, prolonging each thrust so she could feel both the burn of his girth
slowly splitting her open as well as the residual pain from the spanking.
Even with him deliberately drawing out every stroke, it wasn’t long before he
had her at the precipice, shifting and twisting in desperation to reach the
climax that was just beyond her reach. It was clear that taking his cock was
taxing her, with perspiration beading her hairline and flinching whenever he
pushed further inside. But Veronica seemed determined to get as much as much of
him as she needed in order to find her release, repeatedly trying to wriggle
forward and skewer herself on his cock.
“Please,” she implored yet again, her breath coming in short bursts. “Please,
yes, oh, please—”   
“Please, what, Veronica?” Hiram prompted her, wanting to see if he had his
obedient, loving daughter back again.
She bit down on her lip against looked at him directly, her large eyes pools of
dark, drawing him in to drown. “Please, Daddy.”
The single word drove every last ounce of his careful self-control out of
Hiram, and he found himself letting go of any restrictions and pounding into
Veronica with abandon, barely aware of her rising squeals at the sudden
increase in the force of his thrusts. She was shaking at the aggressive
barrage, trembling with the strain of his large cock relentlessly drilling into
her, splitting her apart. But his renewed vigor quickly spurred Veronica past
the brink, and she let out a long wail, scrabbling frantically at his back and
clutching at his shoulders as orgasm overwhelmed her. But he didn’t pause in
his thrusts for an instant until he reached his own climax, only finally
halting when he felt his warm seed pulsing into her.
When Hiram withdrew from Veronica, she slumped forward bonelessly, exhausted,
and he caught her in a brief embrace. After allowing her a few minutes to
recover, when her breathing began to return to normal he handed her the panties
and sent her away, but not before making one last request.
“You may leave,” he said, composed as ever, settling himself behind his desk.
“But first, I expect a goodnight kiss.”
Silently, she complied, chastely pressing her lips against his cheek for just a
moment before turning to the door. Not a word was spoken from her, but the lack
of eye contact and the blush that remained on her face said it all: she had
lost to him and she knew it. In the match of wills between himself and his
daughter, Hiram had won. No longer would he have to cope with her stubbornness
and resistance.
A satisfied smile tugging up his mouth, Hiram watched Veronica pull back on her
robe and open the door, all without a word. He was looking forward to once
again being the father she adored and admired.
Veronica had only just exited when Hermione swept inside, wearing a long black
halter dress with a plunging neckline, her long hair loose and tumbling down in
waves. She looked every inch like his beautiful wife and loyal supporter,
especially when she cast a smug glance over her shoulder at Veronica’s
departing figure, a smirk playing on her features.
Her serendipitous arrival wasn’t by coincidence, Hiram knew. She’d been waiting
and listening outside of his office, maybe for the entire time.
“Look at her,” Hermione murmured, casting back another glance and watching
Veronica vanish into the hall before she turned to Hiram. “As meek and docile
as a little lamb. Oh, Hiram, you’ve worked wonders.”
While Hiram appreciated the recognition of his efforts, but he gave a modest
shrug. “It’s only fitting for me to return to my position as head of the family
and manage the duties that come with it.”
“And you’re superbly skilled in that regard.” Without being asked, Hermione
poured him a second glass of scotch and handed it to him. “I can’t tell you how
much of a trial it’s been for me to cope with her uncooperative attitude. I’m
relieved that you’re here to help me with her, Hiram.”  She laid a light kiss
on his cheek.
He raised his glass to her in a brief toast. “I’ll never shy away from my
responsibilities as a parent, of course.”
“You should consider disciplining her regularly,” Hermione suggested, her voice
deceptively casual. She meet his gaze easily, her eyes giving away nothing but
polite interest and concern. “You know how headstrong our daughter can be. It’s
very likely she’ll need routine sessions to remind her of her place.”
Hiram bit back a smile. So that was Hermione's angle: to ensure Veronica didn’t
just suffer once for her misbehavior but was forced to atone for it again and
again. It was the same vindictive quality that had initially encouraged him to
make certain she was playing for his side.
“I’ll definitely consider it.” Hiram reached for the SoDale file on his desk
and withdrew all of the information he had on the Sunnyside Trailer Park,
paying particular attention to the overdue rent notices. “But at the moment, I
have some business to attend to.”
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