by Becca Little
“Who is it?” I really had no idea who would come to see me—I hadn’t really told anyone I was heading to the Daddy Institute—even my parents didn’t know.
“I have no idea.” He grabbed my arm and ushered me down the hallway faster when we approached the rooms.
Even in passing, I could see some of the stuff going on in the rooms as we walked by them. It was like full blown pornography, swinging through my vision in vivid detail. The windows were positioned in a way that allowed full view of the room, likely for security reasons, but I couldn’t believe so many men were willing to engage in such activities where any passing guard could witness their illicit activities. It seemed like sex was more prevalent than punishment in the rooms I walked by. I got back to my cell and nervously stared at the wall as the door slammed behind me. My mind raced with what I had witnessed.
Was that what Sloane Bradford intended for me?
Was I just going to become a sexual conquest after he was tired of punishing me?
Would I even have a choice?
I tried to put my thoughts behind me as I cleaned up from sweating and standing in the sun. I was happy to have some time before I had to meet whoever had come to visit. I really had no idea who it could be, but I hoped it wasn’t a member of my family. The last thing I wanted was for one of them to figure out I was in trouble. I hadn’t really formulated a plan for explaining my absence, but I realized I was going to have to come up with something. There was a part of me that wanted to reach out to someone and have them get me out of the Daddy Institute before I ended up like one of the girls I saw in the other rooms, but I just wasn’t ready to face five years of prison when my assigned Daddy had given me no indication he was going to push for sex. The door swung open again after I heard the key turn in the block and same guard was waiting on me again.
“Let’s go.” He motioned for me to follow again.
The lack of protocol for prisoner transport between locations was a little refreshing at least. Everywhere I went while I was in jail required handcuffs and sometimes shackles. I was certain prison would have been similar. Most of the rooms I passed on my way to the visiting area were empty or just had a young woman in them alone. There was one with a man, but he was just sitting on the couch casually chatting with the young woman he was assigned to. When I got to the visiting area, it was empty except for one booth and on the other side of the glass was Rebecca! I ran over to the glass as quickly as I could, grabbing the phone that would allow us to talk.
“How did you find me?” I felt a glimpse of joy, despite the fact I was surprised to see her.
“I harassed your lawyer.” She put her hand up to the glass. “Why did you agree to come here?”
“The alternative was five years in prison!” I put my hand on the glass as well as I expressed my frustration.
“This place is…scary.” She looked at the peeling paint on the walls. “I can’t believe they were going to send you to prison for stealing a little money from a billion-dollar company.”
“I made a mistake. I thought it was safe, but they did a security sweep because some recent stuff that happened in Japan.” I sighed.
“They took everything…” Rebecca shook her head back and forth. “I really wish we could have kept the money if you had to be sent to this place. I’m getting evicted at the end of the month.”
“At least you’re not in here…” I looked down at the table. “It’s scarier on this side than it is out there.”
“I would have taken prison.” Rebecca’s eyes opened wide. “I’ve heard stories about this place.”
“I’m sure it is worse than you’ve heard.” I met her eyes and sighed.
“Did someone hurt you? Tell me you didn’t lose your V card to some asshole they selected to be your Daddy.” Her voice got tense.
“No, nothing like that. I’m fine… The other girls though. I don’t think they’re quite so lucky.” I didn’t even know if I was going to be that lucky going forward, but I had received nothing more than what I bargained for in my first visit.
“I have a friend who is a reporter.” Rebecca leaned closer. “Do you remember her, the one you met at my show a few weeks ago?”
“Yeah.” I nodded in confirmation.
“She’ll blow this shit wide open. This place is one bad scandal away from being shut down.” She smiled and nodded. “They’ll have to let you go.”
“They would probably just send me to prison. You can’t do that.” I shook my head back and forth.
“You won’t go to prison.” She sounded sure, but I wasn’t entirely convinced. “There will be lawsuits, investigations, and you’ll be credited as the person who brought it all down. You’ll be a fucking hero.”
“Times up, Adams.” The guard walked over.
“I love you, Rebecca. Please stay safe.” I put the phone on the receiver and we both had tears in our yes.
I removed my hand from the glass and stood. The guard took me by the arm and as he was leading me away, I saw two armed men enter the room on the other side of the glass. Rebecca didn’t see them at first, but one she did, they charged her. One of them grabbed her arms and the other one put handcuffs on her wrists. I could see by the expression on her face that she was screaming. I broke free from the guard and ran over to the glass, pounding on it as hard as I could, but there was nothing I could do to get through it. The guard quickly caught up to me and started dragging me back into the hallway towards my room.
“Stop it! Let me go!” I pulled at his grasp.
“Sorry, Adams. Everything is recorded here. I’m sure the District Attorney will have no problem proving your friend was an accomplice to your crime after that conversation.” He continued dragging me towards my room.
“No! She had nothing to do with it!” I squealed as he got to my door and opened it with his key.
“You should be happy. She might be in here with you soon.” He pushed me inside the room and slammed the door. His hand went to his belt and a small device was pressed. I looked up and saw that the camera lights were no longer blinking.
“Why did you turn those off?” I backed away slowly.
“You seemed to be very excited when you saw what was happening to the girls in the other cells. I think you’re craving a cock.” He started rubbing his penis through his pants.
“No.” I shook my head and continued stepping backwards. “You’re not my assigned Daddy.”
“He ain’t going to fuck you. He’s a purist. He believes in nothing but discipline and punishment. I believe in having fun.” He caught up with me and grabbed my left shoulder in a hard grasp. “Get on your knees and show me how good you’re going to treat me for the next year. If you do a good job I’ll reward you by fucking your cunt instead of your asshole—this time.”
“No, please…” I started crying, tears rolling down my face. He started to unbuckle his pants as he forced me to my knees.
“Don’t fight it. We’re going to have a lot of fun while you’re locked up in here. You’re going to be my personal slut. Every guard has one, even the women. You should consider yourself lucky.” He pulled out his cock and started stroking it.
“I’ll tell my Daddy about this!” I tried to push away from his grip.
“Will you now?” He laughed. “Then what? He kicks my ass? He gets me fired? He tries to send me to prison? I don’t think so. He doesn’t want any negative publicity. He’ll just sweep this all under the rug and one night, those cameras will go off in your room, and I’ll cut your fucking throat. If he does get rid of me, one of my buddies will do it long before you can ever testify.”
He moved his cock so close to my lips I could smell the foul odor emanating from it. It smelled like piss and sweat. There was even a chunk of crud under his foreskin. The thought of putting it in my mouth made me gag and I almost threw up. The reality of the situation hit me. I was going to be raped. The filthy cock was going down my throat and when he was done using that, he was going to take my virgin
ity. My emotions overflowed my conscious thoughts and I started to cry. I kept my jaw clenched tight as sobs started to build. He pushed his thumb between my lips and started to force my jaw open. I considered biting down, but I knew that was just anger him. There was no hope for me.
“Sloane Bradford is here. Hernandez, where are you? Why is Adams’ cell dark?” A voice came over the radio on the guard’s belt.
“What? Shit! He wasn’t supposed to come back for a week!” The guard pushed me back and jammed his cock into his pants. He grimaced as he put everything back into position around his waist. “Don’t you dare say anything about this, or I’ll do exactly what I said. I’ll be back to finish this once your Daddy is done with you.”
The guard ran to the door and opened it, stepping into the hallway. He didn’t turn on the cameras, but that didn’t seem to matter since my assigned Daddy was on his way. I was glad he had arrived when he did, but I wasn’t looking forward to another spanking. He said it would be a week before I got another one. I picked myself up and rolled my shoulder, finding it sore. I was certain it would bruise. I walked over to the couch and tried to dry my tears in anticipation of my Daddy’s arrival. He had to believe everything was okay if I wanted to live. I couldn’t let him know something was wrong. I wiped my dress across my eyes and cleaned up the remnants of snot around my nose. My breathing shifted from a heavy panic to regular and my hearted started to race. The feeling in my stomach just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I wanted it to.
Chapter 12 — Sloane
The office was a nightmare with all the new security programs set up for our supposed protection. I wasn’t directly in charge of handling any of the issues that came up, but it seemed like every two minutes there was another mini-meltdown somewhere in the office when someone couldn’t get into a program they needed. Productivity was down by several percentage points, and we were heading into a busy weekend. My thoughts shifted to the person responsible for it—Bianca Adams. I had promised to visit her the next week, but it seemed like it was going to happen quicker than I originally anticipated. Channeling my displeasure with what was going on at the office into a spanking for the person who caused it seemed like the kind of justice she was supposed to get at the Bradford Institute.
“Alice, I’ll be back tomorrow. I’m leaving early.” I slammed my office door and walked towards the elevator.
“Sir?” John, who happened to be passing by, stared at me in shock—probably because I never left early.
“You can handle things, right? We don’t have a replacement for Gary yet, so I need you to step up.” I turned towards him and walked backwards as I tried to instill some confidence with my energetic tone. It normally wasn’t fake, but I couldn’t feel much excitement with everything that was going on.
“Yes sir!” He immediately straightened his posture and nodded.
My personal helicopter soared across the skyline as it headed towards the Bradford Institute. I had no interest in landing at the airport, so I instructed the pilot to just land inside the fence. I wondered if Charles had even made a single bit of progress towards what we discussed the night before. The auditing I had lined up would take a few weeks to go into effect. If he had any common sense, all traces of what I witnessed would be gone by then. By the time my helicopter landed, some guards had come outside. Behind them, I saw a man rolling in a suitcase. He was in his fifties with silver hair. It took me a moment to recognize him, but then it hit me. It was Congressman Chambers, one of the Bradford Institute’s biggest supporters. I pushed past the guards and caught up with him as he got to the door. I held it open as he rolled his suitcase inside.
“Mr. Bradford!” He smiled as he stopped to shake my hand.
“Did you bring gifts?” I looked at the suitcase.
“Oh no, the wife is on vacation so I thought I would come spend a few days focusing on rehabilitation—mine really. I got this beautiful young Mexican girl that hardly speaks English, but she can suck a cock like she was born to swallow cum. One session with Daddy’s belt and she couldn’t wait to show me she had something else to offer.” His face lit up with joy. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at the Institute. I always see Charles.”
“Yeah…” I muttered, silently cursing Charles in my head.
Livid would have been a kind word to use to describe how I felt as one of the guards came running down the hall to greet me. He was out of breath as he ushered me towards Bianca’s room. I considered going straight up to see Charles, but I was afraid I would break his damn neck if I saw him at that moment. I couldn’t wait on an audit. I couldn’t wait for Charles to take action. I had to do something immediately and shut down the shit show he was running. He had fucking politicians spending the night—several nights. I gritted my teeth as the door to Bianca’s room was opened. I had to focus on her, but if my anger was getting the best of me. Her rehabilitation still mattered to me, even if the whole institute was earning every bit of the nickname people put on it and a whole lot more.
“Hello, Bianca.” I pushed the door closed.
“Hello Daddy! I thought I wasn’t going to get to see you until next week.” For someone about to get a spanking, she seemed almost relieved to see me with enthusiasm dripping off her voice.
“Yes, well I decided that you need a little more correction than the normal young lady that comes here for rehabilitation.” I tilted my head. “The new security software we had to install to make sure nobody else could ever do what you did keeps crashing the system…”
“Oh…” Her eyebrows raised. “I’m sorry.”
When her eyebrows raised in surprise, her eyes opened more. I could see redness around the interior that looked like the result of crying. I looked at her dress and saw a slight remnant of something wet, and along the edge of her tear ducts, I could see tears that had dried. She should not have not been crying since I visited her the previous evening. The spanking was not that hard. I sat down across from here and I saw her body move away like she had gotten too close to a fire. Everything was wrong. The whole idea of rehabilitation was to nurture and develop, with correction and punishment. I decided we needed to talk before I even considered punishing her.
“How was your day today?” I kept my eyes locked on her.
“It was okay. I got to spend time in the yard.” Her fingers nervously fidgeted with the edge of her dress.
“That’s good.” I nodded. “How about the staff here. Are they treating you okay?”
“Yeah…” Her whole body tensed and her fingers clutched her dress so hard her knuckles turned white. That was clearly part of the problem.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?” I knew there was and I wasn’t leaving until she did.
“No sir.” I saw her left arm start to shake and the edge of her eyes teared up. “It’s time for my spanking, right?”
“Not yet.” I stood up and took a step towards the couch, sitting down beside her. “Talk to me.”
“What do you want to talk about?” She looked down at the floor, still trembling.
“This rehabilitation program isn’t just about punishment. It is designed to develop you and help you walk out of here stronger than when you walked in.” I put my arm around her.
“I understand.” She nodded. “But right now, it’s just about punishing me, so I guess I should get across your knee.”
“Are you scared of being punished? Did I hurt you that bad yesterday? If I did, I will not touch you again.” I reached over and lifted her chin. “Talk to me, Bianca.”
“I…” Her whole face trembled and tears started to roll down her face. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I insisted. “You are safe with me. If you can’t trust me enough to even talk to me, then I have already failed as your Daddy.”
“The guard…” Her whole face contorted as she tried to speak. “No, I can’t.”
“What the fuck did he do to you?” I pulled my arm away and grabbed her by both shoulders. She grimaced
immediately when I made contact with the left one.
I released my grip once I saw the pain etched on her face. Something was very wrong and someone had hurt her. My anger boiled, but I tried to control it. I needed to see how bad it was before I went off half-cocked. When I was younger, I would have just started kicking guard ass until I found the one that touched her, but my life required self-control until all the facts were in front of me. I pushed her hair off her left shoulder and slid the dress away from the area that seemed to cause her discomfort. She continued to cry as I exposed a discolored area that was red and warm to the touch. There was no doubt it would bruise and there was a chance a muscle had been damaged. It would heal, but it set off my protective nature, and made me even angrier.
“Did you do something to deserve this?” There was nothing in my mind that would have justified it, but I wanted to know why.
“No.” She shook her head. “He just…”
“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” I clenched my teeth, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“No…” She finally seemed to regain some of her composure. “You got here before he could.”
“I’m going to have a talk with him.” I pulled her dress up on her shoulder and started to stand. “Is it the one outside your door?”
“No, please don’t.” Her tears welled up again and she grabbed my arm. “It’ll just make things worse.”
“You must be forgetting who the fuck I am.” I pulled away from her. “That fucking guard is nothing more than spit on my damn shoe. He will not touch you—ever.”
I walked over to the door and yanked it open. I looked back at Bianca and she was sobbing. The guard was positioned across the hall, waiting for me to finish with her. The second I locked eyes with him, he almost crumbled to the floor. The guilt was spread across his face so thick it might as well have been painted on. Part of me wanted to charge across the hall, grab him by the throat, and bash him into the desk until I was holding nothing more than a spinal cord and a caved in skull. I started walking towards him and he stood up from his desk. His hand moved to his belt where his nightstick was hanging.