“Nice suggestion. Thank you, Sir.” Maddox tucked Libby to his side.
“You’re welcome. What are you two doing tonight? Are you working?”
“Yes, we’re working in the classroom this evening, but I thought I’d take Libby to the dungeon for some wax play.” Maddox raised his eyebrows at her.
Master Ivan nodded and then cleared his throat, narrowing his gaze at his girl. “I thought I’d send Melody to your class tonight. She failed a test at college this week. We took care of that at home, didn’t we, Mouse?”
Melody dropped her eyes, staring at the floor. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I think a little attention in the classroom, as well as some study time, would help.”
“I’d be more than happy to review academic work with you, Melody and maybe some incentive will help. I can support your Daddy with some consequences lined up for not meeting requirements along the way during this course.”
“Splendid idea.” Ivan’s bellow made other patrons in the bar area turn to look at them. Melody looked over at Libby with pleading eyes. Like Libby had any influence whatsoever.
“Daddy, do you think maybe she should try being independent first. Sometimes people study and work better when they don’t have the fear of punishment looming over them.” Libby tried to keep her face straight while talking and made no eye contact with Melody.
Maddox’s eyebrows furrowed. “It seems that you’ve found great success with ‘punishment looming’ over you. Sometimes it’s the only incentive that works in our house. If Melody’s been punished for bad grades, and Daddy Ivan feels she needs my support, it would seem that my little girl needs to watch quietly, letting Daddies handle their women as they feel appropriate.”
Libby’s neck and face flushed with embarrassment from the publish rebuke. “Yes, Daddy.” She gave a scant look to Melody as an apology. She tried.
“Melody, please go into the classroom. I want you to study before Maddox starts in an hour, but before you go there, stop in the Nursery, and hand your panties over to Mommy Corinne. If she asks why, tell her your Daddy wants you sitting on a bare bottom tonight.”
It was Melody’s turn to stand with a red-blushed face. “Yes, Sir.” She turned shuffling out of the bar room, doing as she was told.
Maddox followed Libby to the dungeon, watching her ass sway under her short black dress. Her shoulders were exposed, and it had crisscrossing straps just over the breast. He wanted nothing more than to slip a finger under the thin strip of cloth, sliding down to the warm, plump breasts, circling her nipple until it became a stiff peak.
“I thought we’d just do some wax play, but after that little display in front of Master Ivan tonight, I’ve decided to spank your naughty bottom first, then we’ll continue with the candles. Dress off, keep your panties on and lie over the spanking bench.”
The black dress was short with two ruffled hems that ended mid-thigh. He always liked it on her. Libby had great legs, and the dress accentuated them and along with her ample breasts. She turned to look toward the entryway of the room. There were only a couple people gathered at this point.
He snapped his fingers getting her attention, indicating the spanking bench. “Don’t you worry about them, just undress doing as you’re told.”
The dress had a built in bra, so once she whisked it off, she stood in her silky red thong, black garter stockings, and pumps. His cock immediately stiffened, lengthening in his pants. Maddox waited patiently to see if she’d go to the bench on her own or would require motivation.
Her long white throat visibly worked before she bent over the bench, gracefully and peacefully lying over it, waiting for him. Libby’s plump ass was in a perfect position…for so many different things. He ruminated on a few running through his mind at that moment.
Maddox buckled the straps onto her ankles and wrists, adjusting the waist strap to keep her immobile for his ministrations. “You’ll let me know if anything hurts or goes numb, girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Maddox hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong, pulling the thin straps over her hips, letting them glide down to her knees.
She shivered, her skin turning to goose flesh.
“So tell me why you interrupted Daddy Ivan talking to me about his girl, Melody?” He ran his finger up the back of her thigh to her bare left cheek, watching the goosebumps rise on her fair skin.
“I don’t know. I just…I felt sorry for her and wanted to help her, I guess.”
Maddox slapped her cheek, hard. “Are you able to prevent punishments…for yourself or anyone else?” He smacked the other cheek just as hard watching a red bloom rising on the milky white skin.
“No, Daddy.”
“No, you aren’t. Daddy Ivan wants her to be in the classroom. Who decides what Melody does?”
“Daddy Ivan.”
Maddox slapped her upper thighs several times, she grunted with the pain, biting her lip to keep from shouting. “And since when has a looming punishment been a deterrent for you?”
“It…sometimes…I was just trying to be a good girl, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. But when Daddies are talking, it’s not up to any of the littles at The Playpen to decide what happens. I think a reminder is in order and then we’ll have some fun.”
Maddox reached over cupping the breast closest to him, squeezing the flesh, leaning over to suck on the taut nipple. Her hips thrust forward, and the bench creaking against the sudden movement. He slapped her bottom with hard, crisp slaps, watching it turn from light pink to a darker shade of pink.
Once her bottom was red, Libby quietly whispered “Ow” or “Ouch” on each slap until each exclamation became louder than the previous ones. Her thighs began to tremble, and he knew it was time to end her punishment. He slapped the underside of each cheek with crisp, hard blows that would be a reminder for the rest of the night…and tomorrow too.
“Do you think you can remember to worry about your little ass, Libby, and no one else’s?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was small and quiet.
He stroked her back, running his hand along her spinal column, her skin clammy and damp. Maddox pulled the hair from her neck, letting her cool off. He rubbed her red skin, her ass feeling warm against his comparatively cool hand.
Maddox loved her ass, loved feeling the soft flesh under his hand. He squeezed and plumped each buttock, hearing her small whine. She hated when he played with her backside, stating it was too big and not firm enough. In his opinion, nothing could be further from the truth.
Libby hated that her body had stretch marks. At the beginning of their relationship, they had dealt with this issue—often. He loved touching them her stretch marks, feeling the ridges under his fingers, the tracks were her badge of honor—proof that she had carried and given birth to life.
Stretch marks were evidence of life growing within her—the stretching, kicking and moving of another human being. He loved thinking about her caring and feeding a child in utero and out. He had forbidden her from trying to cover them up, or even worse, pushing his hands away and telling him “No.”
He had paddled and belted her ass for that bit of defiance on more than one occasion. No one, including the woman he loved, would tell him that he couldn’t touch her with affection. The circumstances would be different if he were hurting her or pushing past her limits, but to say he couldn’t adore her stretch marks that would never be tolerated. Ever. She learned that in fast order and hadn’t pushed his hands away in a very long time either. However, as a form of protest, she would quietly whine which he was willing to tolerate.
“Bad girl.” He admonished her with a low growl whispered into her ear. “I love these marks; they feel good under my finger.” Maddox traced a few of them quietly and then with a deep breath he said, “Time to get up.”
Maddox undid the buckles on her wrists and ankles, unfastening the waist strap, helping her to rise. Her thong fell from her knees to her shoes.
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p; “Step out of your panties, sweetie.” He picked up the satiny scrap of red material, putting it in his pocket.
He walked her to a nearby table; one the resembled a medical table in the doctor’s office. “Lie on your back.”
Grabbing a hair tie, he pulled her hair back into a ponytail, her long hair dangling over the top edge of the table. With a wet washcloth, he washed her naked body, ridding it of any perfumes or lotions. He took great care to wipe her dry with a fluffy white towel, paying particular attention to her pussy, not wishing to waste an opportunity to play with her hot little cunt.
He squeezed the wet cloth, dripping the cool water onto the seam of her sex, leaning forward to suck it from her, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nose. Maddox eased his tongue between her labia, licking the sensitive clit before sliding down to dip into her, swirling it gently at the mouth of her sex, her hips rising from the table to drive him deeper. She chuckled lovingly when she did that, but he growled deep and low. “Hips back down, Elizabeth.”
She groaned in disappointment, but quickly let her sore ass come down on the cold metal table.
He swiped the cloth over her arms and legs, drying them with the towel in the other hand, before tossing them to the counter and grabbing an already lit mason jar holding the warm, soy wax. The jar had a handle, making it easier to hold and pour.
“I’m going to start with your breasts, girl.”
She nodded, smiling at him. Libby had told him before that she loved the sensation of hot wax on her body, but loved it most on her breasts.
Maddox tilted the jar, dribbling the warm yellow wax in a slow stream over her nipple, slowing turning the jar so the wax dripped in steady rivulets in a circle over her areola, the excess coating the swollen globes.
Libby wiggled her hips, arching her spine as the wax slid down her side close to her armpits; the warmth ran along nerve endings, spurring her arousal. Maddox leaned forward, blowing gently on the still wet, warm melted soy wax, her skin goose bumped, and she shivered.
Maddox chuckled. “Feel good, Libby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m moving to the other breast now.” He poured the warm fluid, pooling it between her breasts; she writhed in response, the yellow liquid trickling to the hollow of her throat.
Libby took a deep breath, her pulse visible in the still liquid wax. “Oh, Daddy. It’s…so warm.”
“Good, baby.” He drizzled it along her left globe, turning it yellow, dripping large splatters of wax in varying patterns along her skin, taking great care to cover the whole nipple and areola. Once again, he blew softly on the hardening wax, watching her skin bump under the cooling oil.
He moved the jar of wax to the counter, grabbing the other jar now ready with melted wax, pouring it slowly down her belly, her flesh quivering and trembling as it slid in a steady stream, making a downward trek toward her belly button, and pooling in the small hole. Maddox eased up on the jar letting large drips fall in large splatters on her soft flesh. When he let it skate in rivulets down her lower belly, he held her hips still with his large hand bracing her to the table; it continued until it pooled along the seam of her sex seeping directly onto her clit.
Libby struggled to raise her hips, but he effortlessly held her completely still, chuckling out loud when she growled in her chest.
“Are you being sassy with me, Miss Libby?”
“Daddy! I’m throbbing, please let me at least move!”
Before he could respond, the crowd tittered. He whispered. “Don’t you dare open your eyes. They love that you’re turned on, and if I were to check, I bet every one of them has a hard on or are seeping through their panties watching…wishing they were you.”
He quietly shushed her, like one would a fussy baby, continuing to pour the wax onto her clit. “Is that warm wax sliding down your labia to your anus, girl.”
“Yes!” She lengthened her neck, straining with her body to rise.
“Roll over baby, on your elbows, ass up.”
She whispered softly, “But Daddy. Can I lie on my tummy instead?”
“Little girl, is your bottom not sore enough? Are you asking for another spanking in front of these beautiful people?” He raised his eyebrows in question. He knew his Libby would be flipping over quickly; the idea of a spanking in public—let alone two of them—was more than she wanted.
“No, Daddy! It’s just…never mind.” She flipped over resting on her elbows and knees, that delicious bottom up high, her anus exposed, covered in yellow wax.
“Tell me, baby. What has you concerned?” He blocked her view of the spectators, rubbing her gorgeous ass.
“Daddy, I don’t like being like this…with my butt in the air unless I’m at home. But…I’ll do it.” She closed her eyes, shuttering him out, a small tear slipping from one of her eyes.
“Then that’s a limit in my book. Lie flat on your belly.” Maddox spanked Libby n front of these people, poured wax onto her breasts and pussy, but leaving her gorgeous ass up in the air was too much. He wouldn’t push her; she was willing to do it—for him. She had conceded that she’d do it in the privacy of their home, which was all the submission he needed. He desired to make her happy, watching her grow as an individual, both of these were a huge improvement from the girl he had met four years ago.
Maddox ran his hand over her still pink, spanked bottom. No marks, just a faint sting he had no doubt. He slowly drizzled wax onto her backside, watching her hips waggle with the extra sensation. He pulled her cheek, letting a slow, steady stream of soy wax slide over her anus, blowing on it to increase her arousal.
Libby ground, her pussy on the table, her breathing increasing as she clenched and unclenched her backside.
“Does this wax sting on your spanked bottom, Miss Libby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Maddox turned to look at the crowd gathered and shook his head. The silent message ‘it can’t hurt too much.’ Libby’s happy sighs and moans along with the swiveling of her hips contradicted any assumption that her bottom was in a great deal of pain.
“I think it’s time to give you your reward, girlie.” Maddox replaced the Mason jar to the counter, before sliding his hand under her body. He found that tight bundle of nerves, teasing and circling it with feathery touches, dipping two fingers from his other hand into her sex, pumping them, and her panting increased as did the movements of her body.
“Daddy, I need to come!”
“Yes, baby.” His thumb found her anus, pressing and dipping into the dark channel, bringing her to completion.
She screamed, her body stiffening, trembling and quaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm until he felt the tension suffusing her body again; she became aware of the crowd that had just watched her release.
“Baby, there’s no judgment here,” Maddox whispered softly above her as he extricated his fingers, her body thrusting at the loss. He continued to stroke her silky soft skin. “What happened in this room—between us—is something that these people want to experience too. You were fucking amazing, flying apart, your body writhing from the wax and arousal.”
He trailed soft kisses starting at her tailbone, on each vertebra until he reached the wispy baby hair on her neck. Licking and sucking on her earlobe, dipping his tongue into the channel, her body writhing again.
“Let’s get you dressed, baby. It’s time to go to the classroom.”
Maddox wet the washcloth with warm water, wringing out the excess and wiping the soy oil that hadn’t been absorbed by her skin.
He slipped her dress over her head, and when she put her hand out for her panties, he smiled back at her. “I’m keeping those for the time being. If you behave, you’ll get them back. If not, you’ll get spanked, and I’ll keep them in my pocket until you go to bed tonight.” He winked at her shocked expression, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Let’s go to the classroom, naughty girl.”
Melody looked around the room; she knew everyone here. Although she shoul
d find comfort in that, the reality was she didn’t find comfort in her peers and friends watching her humiliation and punishment. Ivan had been relentless since her fiasco with the girls—a month ago! He said it had been a betrayal—broken their trust, and she’d pay the penalty and have to work doubly hard to earn his trust again.
She had cried many tears over this, trying to plead and beg his complete forgiveness. However, as he so aptly pointed out, he had forgiven her. Forgiveness wasn’t the issue; the issue was relying on and trusting her at The Playpen. Ivan needed to know and trust that she had his back and would do what was right, not risking his liquor license or any other issues that could arise from illegal contraband on the premises. Trust is what had been marred, and she’d have to prove—through actions—that she was worthy of his trust again.
She found herself unable to focus on her schoolwork. Instead, guilt consumed her. Melody had failed a test in English Classics of all things. English courses were her favorite, but she’d been so worried about her Daddy’s disappointment with her. Now she’d be spending time in the classroom here at The Playpen, more than likely getting herself into trouble again. No matter how hard she tried, she always fell short of expectations.
Melody entered the Nursery and, of course, Mommy Corinne immediately stood from the rocking chair she’d been sitting in, walking briskly toward her, invading her space. Melody had hoped she’d be able to bypass her and go straight to the Nanny, typically they were kinder.
“Miss Melody, why are you in the Nursery? Did Daddy Ivan send you here to be taken care of tonight?” She’d stood in her austere black dress; her dark hair pulled back into a strict, no-hair-out –of-place bun.
“No…Mommy. Daddy sent me here to take my panties off, leaving them with you.” Instead of making eye contact, Melody stared at the name tag saying, Mommy Corinne.
Pinching her chin roughly, tilting her head up sharply, Mommy said, “And why is that, Mouse?”
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