Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3)

by Megan Michaels

  “I’m s-sorry, D-daddy.” Her lip quivered, coated with the white soap. His heart skipped a beat momentarily, wanting to set the leather aside and scoop her up into his arms. Ivan had encouraged and taught her to speak her opinions, voicing her needs, wants, and concerns, and now he needed to show her balance and restraint as well. He wouldn’t be doing her a favor by relenting; she relied on his consistency.

  “You’ll be glad your hands are restrained. You’ve never felt a sting like a tawse; it won’t be a punishment you’ll forget anytime soon. You’ll learn restraint one way or another, my dear, or this tawse will become very familiar with your lovely backside.”

  Although Mommy had turned it a dark shade of red there were no areas that he needed to avoid, which made his job easier. He raised the black leather, snapping it down sharply. Her legs stiffened, her head turning with her mouth open, shocked, Daddy Ivan had no doubt at the bite, but before she could summon her voice, he struck close to the previous line left on her rump. A small welt arose, followed by many others as he drew line upon line all across her ass.

  “You will not swear—at home, here, or in the Nursery. Clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He continued to strike the plump, now clenched cheeks. Her toes were pointed, her fists white knuckled, as she screeched, trying desperately to escape from the restraints. He focused his harsher lashes to the underside of her bottom and upper thighs. The weals from the tawse would be sore to the touch and felt every time she sat down the next day.

  “You don’t raise your voice to a dominant—male or female.” He continued to strike her thighs, wanting his point to stay with her for a couple days.

  Ivan paused, letting her catch her breath. Her hiccups shook her body, and he hated that he was responsible for her crying so hard. When it was all said and done, and they were cuddling together again, Melody would thank him for helping her become his good girl again. She craved the boundaries and guidance that he gave her. It didn’t matter to her if it was in the form of rules, boundaries, or discipline. She needed to know that he was watching her behavior and attitude, and she found comfort in his attentiveness to her.

  “We begin again.” He raised his hand starting at the top of her very red cheeks, the tawse now leaving angry red and light purple marks here and there. He’d be ending soon—he hated to see her marked, but this punishment would be a lasting reminder and uncomfortable—one that didn’t disappear in a few hours. Just a couple more and he could put lotion on her, comforting her, holding her in the rocker until she fell asleep in his arms.

  “You will have a bare bottom not only in the Nursery, but anywhere in The Playpen until I’m sure you can carry yourself as an obedient, respectable Little. Am I clear?” He struck her sit spots and waited for her to regain her breath to answer him.

  “Y-yes, D-Daddy!” Her mouth formed bubbles as she talked, the soapy drool running down her chin, mixing with her tears and hair, the leather table coated with the residue of her punishment.

  “Nanny, I need a wet cloth for my babygirl, please.” Master Ivan undid the cuffs on her ankles and hands, as well as the strap tightened on her waist. He clutched the wet cloth given to him, gently rolling Melody over to wipe her face and neck, before cleaning the leather top.

  Melody hissed when her bottom met the table. She leaned on her hip instead, and he didn’t blame her in the least, she’d be one sore girl.

  “Let’s get you to the sink, Mouse, and have you rinse your mouth.” He helped her off the table, her eyes filling with tears quickly when her backside rubbed on the leather top. “I know, baby. Come on.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, her small, mincing steps making the walk across the room longer than normal.

  Mommy Corinne was standing at the sink holding a glass of water, and Ivan halted her from handing it to Melody.

  “What do you say to Mommy, Melody Alise?” His large hand cupped a very hot, red cheek in warning.

  “I’m s-sorry, M-Mommy. I won’t d-do that again, I p-promise.” Bubbles were still forming between her words and she winced when she swallowed, her throat obviously sore from the soap sliding down to her stomach.

  “You won’t do what again, little girl?” Mommy raised her eyebrows at his girl, and Ivan had to smile because that was exactly what he was going to require of his girl. Male or female a dominant knew how to bring out the best in their submissive.

  “I won’t sw-swear or yell.” She stopped to look at him, obviously gathering her thoughts. “I w-won’t correct y-you, and I will t-take my panties off at The P-Playpen.”

  “Good girl. I see your Daddy knows just what you need, doesn’t he?” Mommy handed her the glass of water, and Melody grabbed it quickly swishing the water in her mouth, spitting it out into the sink.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” She bent over rinsing and repeating several times.

  Ivan rubbed her backside, pleased to see that there weren’t any harsh bruises or welts. “Mommy, can you please bring me some Arnica lotion.”

  “Do you think that’s wise? Shouldn’t you let her suffer from the pain for a bit longer, Sir.”

  “No, I don’t think I should let her suffer. I decide what is appropriate for my girl. Not you. You’d be wise to keep that in mind in the future, Miss Corinne. Now, do as I asked and don't push me any further.”

  Ivan watched Corinne stiffen at his censure. He apparently needed to set boundaries with the woman, and when it came to his girl, he wouldn’t hesitate to protect Melody. Corinne walked away, her high heels clacking on the tiled floor, her lips thinned.

  She returned with the lotion. “I apologize, Sir, if I overstepped my boundaries. I’m used to doing things my way in this room and find surrendering difficult. Please forgive me.”

  “You’re forgiven. Now carry on, while I attend to my little girl.” He flipped the lid on the tube, squeezing out a generous amount on his fingers. He turned, finding Melody looking at the other Littles in the room, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, apparently realizing that her punishment and naked body had been on display to all of them.

  Melody whispered, leaning toward him. “Daddy, can I get dressed and g-go home. P-please.” Her voice quivered, and her residual hiccups interrupted her request.

  “No, I’m sorry. I want to stay here and rock you for a while. I think a nice nap would serve you well at this point, and Mommy is right. You enjoy this room, but you fight it. We’re going to relax in here today. Now, turn around so I can make your sore little bottom feel better.”

  “Daddy.” Her eyes darted around the room, her hands unconsciously cupping her spanked cheeks. “I don’t want to turn around. They’ll see.”

  “The time for worrying about that was long ago, my dear. You lost that privilege, and they’ve all had an excellent gander at that round bottom of yours, along with other parts of your body. Now turn around before I decide you’re asking for another spanking.” He dropped his chin minutely, narrowing his gaze at her purposefully.

  Her throat worked to swallow, and she turned around obediently.

  “Bend over, placing your elbows on the counter and widen your stance, so I don’t miss any crevice or crease.”

  She moaned low, quietly murmuring, “Oh God.”

  He smiled to himself and was glad that she couldn’t see that he enjoyed her humiliation. He worked the cream into her scorched rump, taking the time to assure all areas were covered. With his arm wrapped around her, to keep her still, he turned toward the Littles in the Nursery and the spectators in the doorway, “Everyone has seen what happens to naughty girls—and boys—who don’t restrain their tongues, right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” was mumbled by the crowd.

  Melody had tried to rise, but he quickly controlled her. He cupped her sex, slapping it gently. “Do you think my girl will behave or should I spank you more?”

  Melody gasped, looking over her shoulder at him, her mouth agape. “No, Daddy, please.”

  “Are you supposed to say the word ‘no’ to
Daddy, Melody?” He arched an eyebrow at her.

  “N-no, Sir. Please?” Her voice quivered, the lower lip trembling.

  Ivan lightly touched her nose. “My good girl. No more spanking.” He turned to the room. “She’s my good girl again. But let this be a warning to you Littles, be mindful of how you speak to a dominant, this could be your little ass just as easily.”

  He walked with Melody to the rocker, sitting down before tucking her into his lap, situating her to rest on her left hip, her head on his shoulder.

  “Daddy, can I put clothes on.” She tipped her head up to meet his gaze.

  Although she was adorable in baby doll or drop seat jammies, he wanted the warmth of her naked body next to him; he liked the idea of kneading and massaging her well-spanked backside. “No, Mouse. Tonight Daddy will hold you just as you are.”

  She quietly nodded, trusting his decision, laying her head upon him, rubbing her hands across his chest.

  “Sir, would you like a bottle for her?” Mommy Corinne stood looking at them with one in her hand.

  “No thank you, Corinne. My Mouse doesn’t like reverting that far. But I will read a book to her.” He knew her boundaries, and she never wanted to revert to that level. She preferred a Daddy Dom and experimenting in the Nursery, and Classroom were fun—occasionally. Their dynamic was different than some of their friends, but it’s what worked for them.

  He smiled when Mommy remembered Melody’s favorite book. It was a hardcover vampire book, and she couldn’t get enough of it. He kissed her forehead before opening the large chapter book, and his heart burst with pride when she silently settled into his chest, closing her eyes to listen to him reading. He made sure to keep his voice quiet and measured, and soon her steady, rhythmic breathing alerted him to the fact that she’d fallen asleep.

  Ivan quietly closed the book, setting it aside, lightly stroking her body, paying particular attention to her sore bottom, massaging it gently. An occasional moan or hiccup would have him kissing her gently, whispering, “Daddy’s good girl.” He never missed an opportunity to boost her self-esteem, even while she slept.

  Libby and Maddox had decided that a small wedding with a collaring ceremony at The Playpen with their close friends from the club. This would be followed a week later with a much more formal outdoor wedding at a ranch in Pala. The ceremony would be a small outdoor, evening wedding and a pig roast for family and friends. If it were raining, it would be in a decorated barn, but hopefully, the weather would cooperate, and they would wed outside, facing the mountains with a pool nearby as well as horses in nearby pastures.

  Libby worried that Maddox would want a large church wedding since he had never been married. As time went on, Maddox loved the idea more and more—they’d have the best of both worlds—informal collaring and a formal outdoor wedding.

  “Your mother probably has stringent, preplanned ideas of how your wedding will be, Daddy.” She had been sitting at the table with her coffee that morning, looking at their address book trying to decide on the guest list. They were trying to keep the guest list under one hundred for whatever good that would do them. His mother would be pushing toward two hundred she had no doubt.

  “But this isn’t her wedding; this is my wedding. We’ll discuss the details with her, adjusting where it makes sense. However, if her wishes are too expensive or don’t meet our plans in a reasonable manner, we say no. That’s it. She’ll be fine.” Maddox looked up from grading student papers on his computer.

  “I guess. I just…I think she won’t like it.”

  Daddy closed the computer, and Libby swallowed, hoping she hadn’t upset him. He reached across the table enveloping her hand in his. “Sweetie, let Daddy handle this. If my mother calls, let it go to voicemail.”

  “But—”

  “No buts. Let it go to voicemail. I’ll call her this weekend and inform her of our plans. Clear?” He tipped her chin up with his forefinger.

  “Yes, Sir.” She sighed loudly, not sure he would be right this time. Libby had her doubts.

  “Trust me. It’ll be okay. I just don’t want you to engage with her at this point—it’ll be better if we do this as a team. I know how to handle her—well as well as anyone does.” He rolled his eyes, patting her hand gently. “Let’s get going. I have to be at the University early. There’s a naughty girl I need to meet with because she isn’t doing her assignments. Too bad I can’t spank them all.” He stood, closing his laptop, winking at her.

  “Don’t you even think about it—my ass is the only one you’ll be touching. For a long time. Does that thought frighten you?” She was joking, but part of her worried about that. Worried that the daily barrage of young girls would someday be what made her lose him—for good.

  “It doesn’t frighten me in the least, little girl. You’re the only girl I’ve wanted for a long time, and after we’ve married and I’ve collared you, you’ll be stuck with me forever. Happily.” He kissed her lips gently, weaving his hand into her hair, pulling it roughly until the burn and tug had her head tilted back. “Mine!”

  ***

  Maddox stared at Tabitha Gains, using his best flinty, stern professor glare. Her long silky brown hair hung past her shoulders, and she chewed on her lip, her brown doe eyes were bright, he was sure, with the beginning of tears. He’d been through this before with countless students, including his fiancée and Sassy. The women wanted the fun of being in school, meeting new friends, busy social life with drinking and parties, but when it came to studying and assignments, they missed the correlation that if they failed their classes, all these activities would end with their expulsion.

  It took great discipline—balancing fun and studies. Many just need a stern talking to, and they would immediately fly right again, others learned the hard way by failing and coming back years later as dedicated students. In the case of his Libby, and Dylan’s Sassy, however, they learned by some good old-fashioned over-the-knee discipline.

  However, this wild woman standing before him didn’t belong to him, so he’d do his best to scare her with a stern lecture.

  “So, Tabitha, did you study at all for the test last week?”

  Her eyes darted to the ceiling and floor, anything to avoid looking at him. “Yes…kinda. I did a little bit.”

  He stood up from behind his desk, the sudden movement startling her, her back stiffening as he walked by her seated in a chair near his desk. He knew that just the change in his position, towering over, and the very act of walking close enough that his tweed jacket brushed against her—all of these would increase her anxiety.

  Ms. Gains appeared to respond just as he had hoped; he’d continue with the admonishment she seemed to be surrendering to.

  He sauntered around his desk, his back to her, pausing to stare out the window—only for a moment—increasing the tension before turning to face her again, his hands on his hips, jacket pushes aside. “Which means, Ms. Gains, you studied immediately before the test? Am I correct?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Oh, a ‘yes, sir.’ A splendid sign.

  Maddox sat back down in his chair, resting his ankle on his knee, elbow on his desk with his forefinger and thumb bracing his face. “Is this how you were raised? Were you taught to believe that education is something that comes second to your social life?”

  “No, Sir. Education was…is a top priority in my family, Sir.” Tabitha brushed at some nonexistent lint on her skirt.

  “I seem to remember that you went to a private school too. So am I correct to assume that your parents are paying for your college tuition, young lady?”

  Tabitha’s eyes jerked up. “Yes, Sir, they are.”

  “So would I also be correct in assuming,” Maddox leaned forward draping his clasped hands between his knees, penetrating her with his gaze, “that your father wouldn’t be pleased with a phone call updating him on your mid-semester grades?”

  Her long delicate throat visibly worked to swallow. “Yes, Sir, you’re correct. He wouldn�
�t be pleased. Y-you’re not calling him, are you?”

  Bingo! He had her right where he needed her.

  As if contemplating that very thing, he sat for what he assumed to her was an interminably long time, watching her reaction carefully, waiting for the perfect time to respond. Then it happened, her eyes glistened with tears, her lip trembling until her small white teeth bit down on the plump lip.

  “Tell me, young lady, don’t you think you deserve to be scolded for this irresponsible behavior. Shouldn’t you receive the censure of some variety for your blatant disregard for your education?” He dipped his chin, raising his eyebrow.

  Silent tears tracked down her cheeks now; she quickly brushed them aside. “P-please don’t contact him, Sir. I p-promise I’ll do better and…maybe I can do extra credit work to bring my grade up? M-may I, Sir?”

  And it’s in the basket! Score!

  Not wanting to relent too quickly, he regarded her, keeping his face expressionless. “I’m not sure leniency would be best, a stern reprimand from your father may be in order.” He paused briefly. “But it seems the good talking-to I’ve given you today may be enough, and I’ll forego calling him—for now. I suppose, time will tell if I’ve made the right decision. And if need be, I can always contact him in the future.”

  She brightened minutely, nodding in agreement. “It won’t be necessary; I promise, Professor. I’ll bring my grades up, and I’d still like some extra credit work…if you agree.”

  “Good girl, Tabitha. I believe you, and let’s get you this work so you can get back on track.” Maddox opened the folder in the center of his desk, pulling out the prepared extra credit project for her. Not all students responded to dominance and authority, but most surrendered just as Tabitha had.