Dear Lord, I’m going to fucking die.
The fullness of the plug along with the extreme vibrations had her body shaking with need, her pussy quaking and clenching.
“Daddy…can I…I think I’m going to come.”
“Oh no, you don’t. You hold that back.” He slashed the switch on the outside of her left hip, which made her arousal subside like a wet blanket on fire.
“Jesus!” Libby knew to keep rocking, but relief flooded her.
Maddox turned down the vibrator and halted the rocking.
Libby shook and quivered, head down, panting and exhausted from the ride. From the periphery of her vision, she saw the other men and women watching, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Maddox’s hand brushed down her cheek gently getting her attention, squatting down at the front of the horse. “Do you think you’ll remember not to call my mother any names in the future?”
“Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I knew better, and usually, I wouldn’t behave in such a manner. Maybe I’ve become Bridezilla.” Libby bit her lip. She had promised herself she wouldn’t let herself become that bride.
“Not a chance. My mother has a way of provoking people, and you’re just stressed enough that you fell for it this time. And I trust after today; it’ll be your last time too.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He chucked her under the chin lightly. “How about we get you your orgasm now?”
Libby nodded.
“I’ll control the vibrator and the rocking motion; you just focus on your orgasm.” Daddy turned the vibrator back on, starting slow and then incrementally increasing the vibration, while keeping a steady rhythm and pace for the horse. On the forward rock, her clit would brush against the saddle horn, followed by the pump into her anus. Brush, thrust, brush, thrust, brush, thrust.
Spurred on by the motion of the rocker, her arousal climbed toward her release, her pussy tightening, her ass cheeks squeezing on George, until she screamed with her release, pounding upon the toy, her hips swiveling to gain the most from the vibrations on her clit.
Libby continued to rock and pound, climbing to yet another orgasm, she strained, her body trembling, her hips jerking in rhythm with her sustained orgasm.
“Oh—oh. Oh, God. Ohh. Yes.” She came so hard a second time; she stood up, her feet on the rungs of the rocker, her buttocks clenched, hips thrusting salaciously. Libby grabbed the nipples of her breasts, pinching them fiercely, the plump flesh bouncing with the residual contractions.
While still manipulating her breasts, she overheard a woman near her whisper. “I want to ride the horse next.”
Hearing a weak response of “Me too.”
The rocking horse from hell, with her new dildo friend, Gigantic George, would be hailed her worst nightmare and her best toy fuck—ever.
Daddy shut the vibrator off, patting her hip. “Slide George out of your bottom, sweetie.”
Libby rose to her tiptoes, leaning forward a bit, the hard plastic slipping out about the same time that Maddox pulled out the vibrator, Libby shouted, her hips jerking reflexively from the loss of both insertables.
“Oh. Oh, Jesus.” Libby gripped the handlebars white knuckled.
How did one woman have this many orgasms? Am I even fucking normal?
“Seems you may still have some need sexually. We’ll take care of that when we get home, Kitten.” Daddy kissed each cheek of her buttocks. Now that her arousal had subsided, she became aware of the still stinging stripes from the switch.
“My butt hurts, Daddy.”
“As it should.” Maddox helped her step away from the rocking horse. “I think you’ll be an exceptionally good girl until the wedding, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her thighs were still trembling, her brow sweaty from the exertion.
Daddy gently kissed her nose and then her forehead. “That’s my girl. Time to go home, sweets.”
“Here are your clothes, Libby.” Mommy Corinne placed the pile into her hands. “You may go to the bathroom to dress and fix yourself.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Libby quickly darted past her peers anxious to cover up.
Libby overheard Mommy saying, “As we expected from you Professor Maddox, a lesson has been imparted to not only your little girl, but also to the rest of the Littles in the room.”
“Good to hear. It’s best when observed by others—it keeps everyone behaving.”
She closed the oak door, the snick of the latch engaging. Libby turned her bottom to the mirror. Her little ass was red and covered in angry red stripes and welts from the switching Daddy administered over her spanking from Master Ivan.
Libby shook her head. Here she was forty-five years old, staring at her blistered buttocks in the reflection—sore and still hiccupping from the whole affair. Yet, Libby wanted to smile at those stripes, the red welts that she’d feel for days. The reminder of Maddox’s love, his determination that she would hold herself to a higher standard and behave as such. Libby never considered herself as someone given over to “moods” or someone who had little hissy fits; she just never did that. After she met Maddox, it soon became apparent that she had more temper tantrums than she’d ever realized. In the past four years, her little ass had paid the penalty for those bursts of anger and stubbornness.
This most recent discipline session would be a constant reminder this week. It’d center her, keeping her mouth in check. Calling people names had never been an issue, but it appeared his mother would bring out the worst in her and after this punishment, she’d remember to hightail it to Maddox, asking him to with any friction that would occur.
Libby washed her face, dabbing at smeared mascara, tucking her blouse into her too short plaid skirt, wishing she had panties on instead of having to show her bottom to Master Ivan before he’d hand them back over to her. She sighed loudly; some days being a little girl at The Playpen were harder than others.
She opened the door, stepping back into the Nursery. The heads of her peers swiveled to look at her, the room so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Daddy Maddox’s deep voice broke the silence. “Libby, turn around and show your friends what a naughty bottom looks like after a Daddy spanks it for calling his mother a bitch.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his brawny arms peeking out from the sleeves of his rolled up white dress shirt.
With her heart racing in her throat, her face flushing, Libby turned around, presenting her back to the room, slowly lifting the red and black tartan material. The wool brushed lightly across the abrasions, causing her to gasp.
Daddy cleared his throat. “Mommy, you keep new switches in here for the naughtiest of Littles, am I correct?”
“Oh, freshly cut each day, Sir.”
“As I suspected. Only the best for our guests. Libby, my dear, you can drop your skirt. We’re going home now.”
Slipping his dark suit jacket back on, he sauntered to her with long, graceful strides, his hand outstretched to take hers, tucking her into his side.
Once they were near the entrance of The Playpen, in the bar area, Master Ivan shouted. “There’s the professor’s girl. Have you been spanked into a rightfully, contrite mood again, Miss Libby?” He tipped her chin up with his giant, meaty finger.
“Y-yes, Sir.” Libby looked around the dark, low lit bar area they were standing. Thankfully the room only had a few people, most of them participating in or watching scenes.
Master Ivan smiled, winking at Maddox before reaching into his pants pocket to pull out her white cotton old-fashioned panties. She hated those damn things almost as much as Daddy loved her wearing them.
What the hell is it about old fashioned white panties?
Ivan had the elastic waistband dangling over his finger, holding them up for everyone to see—if they were looking. She turned to see if anyone had noticed her underwear on the owner’s finger.
Great! They’re all watching.
Libby dropped her head in embarrassment,
her face flushing—again.
It was then that Master Ivan tipped her chin up—with his panty-covered finger! She swore she was mortified. He waved them slightly in her vision, “Do these look familiar to you, little one?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Those…they’re my pa…they’re my panties.”
He smirked at her. “And how did I say you’d earn these back, do you remember?”
“You said I would have to show you my bottom, and then I’d get them back…Sir.”
Master Ivan nodded. “I also said that if it weren't red enough, I’d spank it myself. Didn’t I?”
Libby nodded; her throat so dry she couldn’t form any words. The thought of that large man spanking her was more than she could fathom after her switching. Her bottom still tingled and burned.
“Answer me.” Master Ivan barked his response out so loud; Libby swore she almost lost control of her bladder.
“Y-yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Her eyes welled up with unbidden tears.
“Turn around and let me see.” Daddy Ivan twirled his finger in a circle in silent direction.
Libby pivoted immediately, raising her skirt as she moved, holding it up high to her waist, not caring about anyone’s reaction except Master Ivan.
Master Ivan whistled, low and long. His finger rubbed on her sore spots, making her flinch. “Those are some impressive welts, girl. You did an excellent job here…as expected, Dr. Maddox.”
“Thank you, Sir. She will not be calling anyone a bitch any time soon, isn’t that right, bad girl?” Maddox’s voice rumbled through her core, causing her to shiver.
“Yes, Daddy. I won’t do it again.” Libby looked over her shoulder at Daddy standing behind her.
“You won these back, Little One.” Master Ivan handed her panties back. “You need to ask your Daddy if you can put them on or not.”
“May I?” She bit her lip, waiting for his response; she really didn’t relish the idea of walking to the car with the underside of her cheeks peeking out from her skirt.
“You may, Libby.” Maddox steadied her, holding arm as she wobbled stepping into the panties. Libby hissed as they slid over her bottom, the soft cotton suddenly feeling rough as burlap. Once in place, she ran her hands over the material, glad that they concealed her punishment.
“See you next week, Ivan.” Maddox shook hands with the burly man.
“Next week, Maddox. Libby.” He nodded to her.
“Bye, Sir.”
Maddox tugged at the neckline of his dress shirt nervously, wishing he could relax and breathe a little easier. He wasn’t worried about marrying Libby—he’d been in love with her since he met her, but these damn formal affairs just put him on edge.
Although they had received flack at different points of their relationship about the age difference, Maddox had never been happier with any other woman. He enjoyed the experience and depth of an older woman, and he looked forward to spending the rest of his life with his girl and soon-to-be wife.
Master Ivan walked into the room, slapping Maddox on the shoulder. “It’s time, Maddox. The women have said Libby’s ready. You all set?”
“More than set. Let’s do this.” He smiled at the big owner of The Playpen, clapping him on the back in return.
The men walked outside into the enclosed yard and garden area that surrounded the exclusive club. It’d become an after-hours party area, and used for different functions such as collarings and weddings. There were approximately fifty guests present to witness their celebration and what both he and Libby viewed as their real wedding.
All their friends—friends that knew more and they had seen more about their real personalities than most families were present to support them on their special day. In a setting such as The Playpen, you expose more of your vulnerabilities and weaknesses with these people than you would dream of doing with everyday friends or even close family. The men and women here shared a bond that many couldn’t even comprehend.
Libby rounded the corner followed by her closest girlfriends. She wore a simple cream-colored, silk dress that hugged her curves and his cocked twitched just looking at her. The dress came to just above her knee, and the only flourish on the dress was the lace overlay on the neckline and shoulders with lace that covered her shoulders and upper arms. She carried a bouquet of white roses with white calla lilies. She smiled brightly at him, not taking her eyes off of him as she slowly walked to him.
As soon as she came near, Maddox reached out drawing her to him, tucking her under his arm. “Hey, baby girl, are you ready for this?”
“I’ve never been more ready in my life?” Her eyes twinkled, and they lightly kissed.
Master Ivan cleared his throat, smirking at the two of them. “I haven’t officially said you can kiss the bride yet, you two, and since I’m officiating today, I think we should move along here.”
They both laughed, responding. “Yes, Sir.”
Master Ivan’s deep voice loudly spoke without the need for a microphone. “We’re gathered today to join Professor Maddox and Elizabeth together in holy matrimony and witness Maddox collaring Libby. What we’ll be seeing today is more than a ceremony; it’s a melding of two lives. We’ve grown to love these two people standing before us today, and to have the privilege of watching them commit to each other, taking their relationship to the next level, is an honor.”
Maddox’s sweaty hand couldn’t let go of Libby’s; he found comfort in her touch. He loved being near her, having her by his side. Their dynamic fascinated him some days, although he was her Daddy and Dominant, he relied on her emotionally, enjoying her support and submission. He loved her independence and intelligence. Libby was a strong woman, unafraid of her strength, but she’d readily toss the daily responsibilities off her shoulders, kneeling at his feet. Her submission humbled him.
Many days he didn’t feel he deserved her submission, felt he lacked as a Dominant, but she’d assure him that she had just as many days of concern that she didn’t have what was required to be his babygirl and submissive. When one was strong, the other would be weak—it was just the way in their relationship. Libby’s ability to understand the down times and lulls in their Daddy and little relationship made him love her all the more.
“Both of you have vows you’ve written for your collaring, right?” Master Ivan held Libby’s collar in his hand, and eyebrow quirked at both of them.
Maddox responded, “Yes, Sir.” He took the collar from Master Ivan, waiting for him also to produce the collar bracelet that would be Libby’s day collar. The bracelet would be something that could be worn to work and in her daily life without having to expose her private BDSM relationship to co-workers, family, and friends, but it would also be a way of having a tangible, physical representation of their dynamic.
The collar was a wide pink leather, with the large round ring on the front as was normal, but he had pink rhinestones added to it. He’d requested that a white heart dangle from the ring with the inscription Babygirl engraved on it. Maddox had spent more hours than he cared to think about pouring over websites to find a collar that he felt she’d love. Something she’d like to wear in the privacy of their home.
When he saw her face light up looking at it in Master Ivan’s hand just now, all the time he’d spent in the search made it worthwhile.
Maddox grabbed the bracelet first. It was stainless steel with a floral pattern engraved into the band; that had an O-ring that only he would be able to take off and put on her. Her bracelet wouldn’t raise any questions and would be a daily symbol of their dynamic.
“This is your day collar, Libby. It shall be worn at all times. It’ll be taken off or on by me, and only me. I want you to wear this as a physical reminder of our love and that I’m your Daddy at all times.” He slipped it onto her wrist, attaching the clasp.
He kissed her on the nose, turning he took her regular collar from Master Ivan.
Libby knelt before him, head down. Maddox stroked her bowed head, stroking his fingers through her hair b
efore clearing his throat and proceeding.
“I take you Libby for my wife, submissive, and babygirl. I promise always to remember that your submission is a gift and treat it as such. I promise to love, honor and cherish you. I promise to put your love in my heart and always keep it with me. I acknowledge my role as your protector and promise always to honor this role. I promise to you to always be faithful, loyal, and true. To hold your own needs above my own. To protect you and to make you feel like the beautiful, wanted and owned submissive and babygirl you are.
“As I place this collar your neck, I acknowledge and honor your submission. I acknowledge your willingness to serve me as my loving submissive. I give you this collar fully with love and with joy.”
Maddox attached the collar to her, looking down to see the tears tracking down her cheeks and he had to swipe at his own tears that were threatening to fall also.
Libby pulled in a shivery breath before starting her own vows. She looked up at him while still kneeling. “I take you Maddox for my husband, Dominant, and Daddy. I promise always to remember that my submission is a gift of love to you. I promise to love, honor and cherish you. I promise to obey you. I promise to put your love in my heart and always keep it with me. I acknowledge your role as my protector and promise always to honor this role. I give myself to you completely of my own free will. I give to you my heart, soul, and my body, for we are now one. I accept this collar fully with love and with joy.”
Maddox once again, swiped at the tears brimming in his eyes. “Do you accept my collar and full intention of loving ownership this collar represents as a sacred vow between us?”
Libby nodded, smiling through her tears. “Yes, I accept my collar with the full intention of love and respect and my loving submission to you.”
Maddox reached down, pulling her small hand into his own, helping her to rise.
“By the power invested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Now you may kiss your bride!”
Amidst the laughter of their friends, Maddox pulled Libby to him and kissed her deeply.
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