She walked up to him, eyes downcast, gracefully kneeling to kiss the belt before handing it to him, her eyes hesitantly rising to meet his, seeking his approval.
“Good girl. Now we’ll discuss what happened. At ease.”
She sat back on her heels, eyes downcast again, hands in her lap as required.
“So you showed my mother the cake.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And?” He slowly walked around her, goose flesh rising. He slid a finger down her spine to just above the crack of her ass.
She shivered. “A-and. Well, she made a face and then she said really snotty, ‘That’s going to look like shit, you know?’ and I kinda lost it.”
He stood in front of her again, the belt within her view, tilting her chin up. “And tell me what you said. All of it.”
Her throat visibly worked to swallow, her eyes darting to look at the belt in his other hand. “I said ‘Y-you bitch! You’re always finding ways to be unhappy and adverse. Are you ever f-fucking happy?’”
Maddox knew what she said was on target but just because it was true, didn’t mean it needed to be said. He was just as positive that his mother would be sitting on a sore backside, too, his father had been very clear about that—again, it was more than he cared to know. As far as his girl was concerned, he was glad she wouldn’t be the only one punished tonight.
“You need to be spanked for that.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” Her eyes filled with fresh tears.
“You’re a smart woman, Elizabeth. You knew when you stooped to my mother’s level and called her names that you’d be paddled, didn’t you?”
“I guess… Yes, Sir.”
Maddox walked around her again, sliding the belt along her body. “First, you’ll be belted tonight, but most of your punishment will be at The Playpen tomorrow night. You’ll be spending most of your evening in the Nursery; the discipline will be administered by Mommy and me. You’ll be a sorry girl, trust me.”
“B-but I don’t like the Nursery.” Her back stiffened, she tilted her chin upward.
Maddox pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you refusing? And if so, I need to have a clear reason why?”
“N-no. I’m not refusing. I just…I don’t like it there…I don’t want diapers or bottles, Daddy. Please. I just…I can’t do that. Please.”
She’d been respectful and transparent, just as he’d taught her when asking clarification or voicing her boundaries. “Good girl. Of course, baby. No diapers and no bottles. Anything else?”
She dropped her head, quietly thinking before responding. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I know, Kitten. But even you know this went too far, right?” He brushed his knuckles down the side of her cheek. His girl.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Maddox sighed loudly. He’d better get it over with, so she could be sent to bed. “Stand up.”
She struggled to get up, her knees giving her trouble. He reached down helping her up, steadying her until no longer wobbly.
“You okay.”
“Damn knees. Yeah, I'm all right.” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, no matter that he’d told her at least a hundred times in four years, that these little things didn’t bother him. She never believed him.
He walked her to a blank wall in their living room, standing her in front of the cocoa brown wall with a white chair rail about three feet from it. “I know my mother upset you, and I’m pretty sure she’ll be crying herself to sleep tonight also. But since you humiliated her, I’ll be humiliating you with this next punishment.”
He pressed the palm of his hand in the middle of her back. “Bend over.” He tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot. “Widen your feet.” He pressured the middle of her back, so her bottom stuck out nicely.
“Now I want you to reach behind you, spreading your cheeks and pussy open to my view and stay that way.”
Libby gasped out loud.
“You heard me. I’ll be adding licks to your whipping if you wait too long to obey.”
Regardless of the warning, she still paused too long, and he decided that he’d be adding three licks—and she’d be told they were for hesitation, so she’d learn.
Her long slender fingers, manicured with a rich, red nail polish that contrasted beautifully with the snowy white flesh pulled the soft, plump flesh apart—Maddox’s cock jerked and lengthened. The ruffled inner lips of her pussy furled open, the labia moist and glistening and her dusky asshole came into view as well.
Christ! Who is this a punishment for anyway?
Maddox questioned his thinking on this—he undid his pants, releasing his shaft, lazily stroking the length watching his fiancée struggle with her submission, shifting from foot to foot.
“Hold still, girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you know that I can tell every time you clench your pussy or little pucker?”
She groaned loudly, actually trying to close her legs.
“That’s two extra on top of the three extras you’re getting for hesitation. Do you want to work for more?”
“Oh, no. No, Daddy!” She quickly widened her stance again, her legs trembling.
“Then keep that pussy and dark hole open to me.”
He lightly stroked himself, watching her pussy dripping with need. She hated the embarrassment of some punishments, but at the same time, she was never more aroused than during these sessions. Tomorrow in the Nursery would be no different. She struggled with her little side and didn’t like some of the elements, which he honored, but she’d be a very punished girl tomorrow. This would seem like nothing when she looked back.
His rod had become so hard and painful; Maddox knew he’d have to take her before the whipping, or he’d come during the punishment.
He kicked off his dress pants and shorts, stripping away his shirt also and walked up to her naked, his dick bobbing unrestricted.
Sliding himself along the crack of her ass, Maddox reached around her and cupped her dangling breasts, the weight filling his hands nicely. The hard nipples brushing along the palm of his hands, he twisted and pinched them sharply, Libby gasped, taking a deep breath hissing through her teeth.
“I’m going to fuck you, Libby, before your belting. I’m not going to make it otherwise. I’m not forbidding you from coming, but I’m not going to help you either. This is a punishment night.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her submission made him harder, his cock ached it needed release so badly. He slapped each cheek—hard—watching his handprint rise on the milky white surface. Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her. Their fucking tonight wouldn’t be soft or slow; this would be hard and fast. He pounded into her so rough that she put her hands on the wall to brace herself from the pummeling. His hand slapped her left cheek harder than the previous swat, she shouted apparently it hurt more than he meant. A couple of welts appeared from his fingerprints; he continued to slap her harshly, impaling her, his balls bouncing off her wet, sticky pussy.
The familiar tingle in his spine alerted him to his imminent ejaculation. He thrust hard bouncing off her sensitive flesh, shouting as he spurted into her. Her hot little cunt squeezed him tightly and then her sheath spasmed with a strength that made him suck air through his teeth; her orgasm sent her into groans and trembling, her legs shaking against his own. Maddox continued to piston in her, spurting stream after stream of cum into her. His cock was still hard even after his release.
“Jesus! I swear I went cross-eyed. Fuck, girl.” He eased out of her, patting her still pink ass as he walked away to retrieve the belt he’d carelessly thrown onto the couch.
Libby’s wide brown eyes watched him saunter back to her, her hands leaving the wall to cover her bottom.
“Uh-uh. That’s never allowed. Put them back on the wall and leave them there.”
She obediently placed her shaky hands onto the living room walls.
Maddox tapped the doubled over belt onto her pink bot
tom, the one buttock sporting his red handprint. He slapped the leather onto her backside four times in a row, hard to set the tone of the punishment. She needed to know that he viewed this as serious, knowing with every fiber of her being that he wouldn’t tolerate behavior such as this—ever. “You will never call my mother a bitch.”
“Y-yes! I’m sorry.”
He lightened the severity of the lashes, but continued to whip her rump the leather slapping against her skin sounding loud in the still room. Each strike followed by her shouts of pain, she restrained herself from screeching, but not by much.
The plump cheeks bounced with every strike, a bright pink stripe quickly rising to the surface. When he focused the next lines of fire to her ass, they were all to her sit spots. Libby began to dance upon the toes of her feet, shifting from one foot to the other. Her rump wobbled with each dancing step. Her hands waved in the air, desperately wanting to stay on the wall but also desperately seeking to protect her poor abused bottom.
“Girl! You keep those hands in front of you unless you want to add to the five extras.”
“N-Nooooo. I…I’ll keep… Ow.”
She couldn’t form coherent sentences, the pain consuming her. He would be ending soon, not wanting to bruise her; she still had a Nursery punishment at The Playpen.
He stopped her whipping, letting her calm down some, catching her breath, her sobbing to subside. “Do you think you’ll call my mother—or anyone in authority—names again, Libby?”
“No, Daddy.”
“I bet not. You aren’t done yet. You hesitated to pull your cheeks apart and then closed your legs so prevent my view of your pussy. These last five will be to your thighs. You are never close your legs so I can’t see. And when I give you the order to pull your cheeks apart—be it your pussy or your ass—you’ll obey. Clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
As a favor to her—though she’d be hard pressed to agree—he gave her the five lashes fast. They were over before it even registered with her, but when it did her reaction was heartbreaking.
Libby screeched, her hands coming back to cup her thighs, bouncing on the balls of her feet, large tears dropping onto the hardwood floors in front of her. Her cries had him groaning quietly. His poor girl.
He scooped her up, carrying her to the couch to hold her while her tears wet his chest. Maddox placed soft, gentle kisses on her face and lips, murmuring and cooing to her. “My poor girl. It’s all over, baby. Such a good girl.” He brushed her hair off her face, his other hand lightly rubbing her bottom, easing the pain.
Once she calmed, no longer sobbing, and just the occasional hiccup, he covered them with a blanket from the back of the couch. “Do you think you’ll be Daddy’s good girl again?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl. Your poor bottom is pretty hot and sore, I imagine.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He held her for a while until her breathing had steadied and she was near sleep. “Libby?”
“Yes?”
He tilted her chin up, waiting until her eyes fluttered open. “You’re going to bed early with no dinner and without me.”
“Ohhh,” she whined, her lips pursing.
“Bad Girl Bedtime. C’mon let’s go.” He helped her up, wrapping the blanket around her.
Her gaze dropped to his cock, which had become erect while cuddling.
“Ignore him. He has no say in this.” Maddox winked at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Once upstairs, he pulled out her silky lingerie top that framed her ass just the way he loved. He patted her bottom, as she climbed into the bed, kissing her gently. “I’ll be up much later when it’s time for me to sleep. You be a good girl and stay in bed.”
“I hate going to bed at this time. And I’ll be hungry and lonely.” Her eyes brightened with tears.
“Are you whining?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“I should hope not. I know you hate this, Kitten. It’s why it works for you. You’ll guard your mouth better tomorrow, won’t you?” He brushed his finger along her nose, smiling at her before standing and walking toward the bedroom door.
“I guess so.”
“I know so. Now go to sleep. After that spanking, you’ll be asleep in no time. I want you to think about what the naughty girl did to go to bed with a sore bottom.”
“Okay.” She hiccupped quietly as he shut the door.
Hearing her sniffle as he rounded the railing upstairs making his way down the stairs, tugged at his heart and he fought the urge to go back into the room, lying with her until she fell asleep. However, as punishment went, being sent to bed early with no cuddles bothered her more than the spanking itself. The isolation forced her to think about what she did, feeling remorseful and sad at her disobedience. Libby had told him before that she knew he never stopped loving her, but it made her feel unforgiven, and for that reason it upset him to hear her cry. Later when he joined her, she brightened, happy again to be reunited with him, and usually, the sexual tension between them would fuel another round of hot sex. It was always worth instituting Bad Girl Bedtime.
Libby walked into The Playpen holding Daddy’s hand, just as he required. He’d made her wear a short plaid skirt, the shortest she had, with old fashioned white cotton panties. And much to her chagrin, he’d given her a white blouse that was so tight across her chest, it puckered, showing her bra.
Maddox made her wear white knee socks and her black flat shoes. Typically she wore this to the Classroom, but he said that having a short skirt, regardless of whether it was plaid or pink, would make her feel like a little girl, putting her in the right frame of mind for her punishment in the Nursery.
Master Ivan happened to be at the bar talking to Matt when they entered the club. “Look who’s here!” He shook Maddox’s hand enthusiastically. “And here’s the bad girl.” He dramatically furrowed his eyebrows at her; she started an eye roll and thought better of it. Obviously, Daddy had told him of her misbehavior and proposed punishment tonight.
“Hi, Daddy Ivan.” The hello dripped with sarcasm and sweetness.
“I’m hoping I’m not detecting some attitude in that hello, little girl. It seems that bottom will be having more than enough attention tonight. Receiving more from me might not be what you’re looking for. If I were you, I’d watch how I spoke to people today.”
She gave a cursory glance toward Maddox; his jaw clenched—that was never a good sign. “Yes, Daddy Ivan. I’ll be careful.”
“Just to be sure, maybe we should have you take your panties off now, so your bare bum exposed will be a reminder.” He put his enormous—too large—hand out waiting for her to place her panties in it apparently.
“Oh, no!” She looked at Daddy hoping he’d defend her.
Instead, Maddox crossed his arms over his chest. “You better listen, don’t you think?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” She looked around to see if anyone was watching, but realized how silly that was—she was in the bar area for Christ’s sake, there were people everywhere. Libby pushed them down over her bottom, slipping them off one foot at a time, wadding the cotton into a ball before placing them into his waiting hand.
He closed his hand around them, putting them in his pocket. “You’ll stop by at the end of the evening to ask for them back. And if that bottom isn’t the shade it should be for calling somebody a ‘bitch’, especially your future mother-in-law, then I’ll make it the appropriate shade before putting your panties back on you.”
She swallowed loudly.
Well, that just scared the fucking shit out of me!
She needed to get away—fast. She quickly walked away, hoping just to get to the other side of the bar so she could breathe again. However, a large meaty hand stopped her. “I don’t believe a little girl is supposed to leave a Daddy and Master’s presence without asking for leave first.” He picked up the back of her skirt, tucking it into her waistband, leaving her bottom totally exposed.
Libby g
asped, trying to cover her bottom, she looked first from Ivan then her Daddy, watching a quick nonverbal exchange between the two of them. Before she could interject a comment, Daddy Ivan’s hand slapped her bottom twice, his hand so large she had no doubt it covered the whole of her bottom. The slaps rang out like a gunshot in the noisy, crowded bar, causing the entire room to silence, all eyes upon Libby’s bare bottom being spanked by the Master of The Playpen.
Her head dropped immediately, tears tracking down her cheeks, falling to great drops on the floor.
“Look at me.” Master Ivan’s deep voice reverberated through her core; she clenched feeling like she may wet herself with fear and embarrassment.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice in comparison sounded small and weak.
“You’ll walk with your red backside showing. I’ve done you a favor, girl. Now that we have your attention, maybe you’ll behave like a good girl in the Nursery. Mommy Corinne would have blistered you for either one of the behaviors you just exhibited. Now go to the Nursery for your punishment.”
With that, he gave a resounding slap to her already sore bottom, sending her bunny hopping across the barroom floor. The laughter of the crowd made her face flame with shame.
***
Libby walked as fast as possible through the halls to the Nursery, with Maddox’s hand on her arm holding her back. He whispered in her ear, “Such a bad girl. But that’s okay; we’ll just add that bit of naughtiness to the list of offenses that you’re being punished for tonight.”
Of that, she had no doubt. Mommy Corinne was known for her stern and harsh methods of retribution. Add to that Daddy Maddox and Ivan’s creativity and she’d be shedding many tears.
Maddox ushered her through the doorway, pointing to the corner on the far side of the room, near the building blocks and the play carpet. “Go sit on the naughty stool while I talk to Nanny and Mommy.”
She reached back to cover herself, not wanting the other women to see her freshly spanked bottom.
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