“That’s right, baby. Feel it, let it overcome every inch of your body. Do you feel your sex clenching around my fingers? You’re dripping over them, and its sluicing over my hand. I’m sticky with your juices. Do you feel me rubbing your g-spot? Do you feel like you’re going to pee again? It’s your g-spot. Let go, girl. Go with it. Squirt for all the people watching. Do you like that they are watching? That soon they’ll see your juice arc through the air? Does that turn you on, baby?”
“Oh! Oh! It’s coming! I’m... oh... shit!” She screamed, and just as the Mommy predicted, her clear fluid spurted out of her pussy, covering the mat and floor with her sticky honey. Nina pumped her hips, Mommy’s fingers continuing to press on the sensitive flesh, the streams of wetness continuing to flow, accompanied by Nina’s guttural groans. “Oh God... I’m dying. Oh, shit. It won’t stop! Oh God, make it stop!”
“This is squirting. And no, you don’t decide when this stops. I do. This is your reward. Open your legs again.” The Mommy moved her free hand onto one of Nina’s knees, opening her to everyone’s view again.
“Oh, it’s so sensitive. I can’t. I just can’t.” Nina rolled her head back and forth, looking as if she might be driven mad with the arousal and forced squirting.
“You can. And you will.” Mommy pressed on Nina’s lower belly with her fingers, searching and pushing deeper into her pussy. “It’s still slick and surprisingly full. It’s replenished in just the amount of time it took for us to talk. Do you feel my finger gliding on your sponge? My finger lightly scratching it and tickling it? Is the pressure building? Do you feel the ache in your loins, the need to void that fluid — to push it out with a heart-wrenching scream? A scream that burns the back of your throat?”
Nina’s body shook, trembling with such force that Brittney wondered if the woman was having a seizure. “Oh, God. I can’t... I can’t. Please don’t. Oh! Oh!” Her hips thrust hard onto Mommy’s finger, jerking upward, as the fluid shot out of her.
“They’re pleased with you, babygirl. They all wanted to see this. You’re making everyone envious of me. You’re Mommy’s girl.”
She slid a pair of clean panties onto Nina, and then flipped her to lie on her belly. “Now you go to sleep until your Daddy comes to pick you up.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Mommy patted Nina’s bottom affectionately, then walked away, murmuring, “Poor baby.”
Dylan grabbed Brittney’s hand. “Do you still feel sorry for Nina? She looked pretty happy and sated at the end, don’t you think?”
“No kidding. I didn’t even know that a woman could squirt like that.”
“I’ll be doing research, and we’ll be trying that. Count on it.”
Brittney had no doubt that would be true.
Chapter 8
Dylan and his Sassy left the Nursery, walking down the hall to the classroom, wanting to view Maddox and Libby. But they had barely started watching the classroom scene when Master Ivan walked up to them. He squatted down near Dylan. “I need to talk to you a bit about your paperwork.”
Dylan stood up. “Sure. We can do that now. Come on, Sassy; I need to do some office work with Master Ivan.”
“She can stay if you’d like. It won’t take long, and she’s very safe. Trust me. Let her enjoy the classroom.”
Dylan paused, not sure he could leave his Sassy to her own devices for that long. She had a way of finding trouble — if it didn’t find her first. “Sassy, you stay here and enjoy watching the classroom. Don’t go anywhere, understand?”
“Okay, Daddy.” She smiled at both men, then returned her attention to Belle — who looked like she was about to get into a scuffle with Libby over a piece of paper. He walked away with Ivan, hoping the paperwork would go quickly.
* * *
Libby refused to let go of the note in her hand. Her Daddy needed to read it, and she declined to let the brat standing in front of her snatch it away.
“Elizabeth and Isabelle! Let go of that paper now! And if it gets ripped, you’ll both receive the cane!” Maddox stomped over to them, snatching the paper away from Belle.
The two women glared at each other, but Libby had a smirk on her face, knowing that Belle had sealed her fate with that note.
Maddox slid his glasses on, reading aloud. ”I hate this classroom. And I hate this class because of the son-of-a-bitch professor and his cunt woman.”
Everyone in the classroom gasped. Maddox demanded respect, and if he didn’t receive it, he assured obedience the next time via the tramlines of a cane across a naughty behind. His reputation for leaving perfectly placed and overlapping angry stripes on a pair of pristine globes was well known.
He closed the gap between them, squeezing her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “So, tell me, Isabelle. Do you think this ‘sonofabitch’ professor can make you scream and writhe with purple tracks on your ass? And do you think his ‘cunt woman’ will laugh watching?”
“I... I want my Daddy.” She had backed up trying to put space between them. “Guard, can someone get my Daddy, please?”
“Yes, her Daddy needs to hear this.” Maddox went to the front of the room, leaning against his desk, crossing his legs at the ankle, drilling holes into her with his gaze. “Libby, please see your Daddy.”
Libby shuffled up to him, feeling a little hesitant, not sure if he was angry or not. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, Baby. How did you know she had this note?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She wouldn’t lie; she’d learned that lesson the hard way over the past four years. “I saw her write the word ‘professor’ and I knew it was about you. So, when she turned her back, I grabbed it and read it. I told her that you’d spank her for it.”
His jaw clenched. “Were you happy about that? Did you gloat when you said it to her?”
Uh-oh.
This wouldn’t be good. She didn’t like the path this was going down. “Well... I was... yes, kind of.”
“You know that kind words turn away wrath. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And Libby Lou, what do harsh or grievous words do?”
She wished she could come up with another answer that wouldn’t make her feel bad, but she couldn’t think of anything on the spot like that. She sighed loudly. “They stir up angry feelings, or words.”
Maddox nodded at her. “So, looking back, do you think your words calmed her, or made her anger rise?”
“Do I have to answer?” She pushed the toe of her shoe along the floor in front of her, as if symbolically trying to sweep it under the carpet.
“Yes, bad girl.” He tilted her head up. “Now.”
“Because I was... a little snotty, it made her angry Daddy.” Her eyes filled with tears. She hated when he made her come to her own conclusions, forcing her to confront the truth of her misbehavior — and thus sealing her fate.
“I think writing some lines here and at home will help you remember how to speak kindly to everyone — not just your friends. Please take a seat and write this fifty times.”
He pulled out a piece of paper, writing: I will speak kindly to everyone. I will not speak harsh or grievous words.
He handed her the paper, swatting her bottom to send her hopping on her way back to the desk.
Libby sat on her still stinging and burning backside. He always hit harder with his hand than any implement. She assumed he didn’t think his hand was hard enough — and she’d probably never be able to convince him otherwise either.
She had only written a few lines when Daddy Logan’s voice bellowed into the classroom. “Isabelle, front and center.”
Belle pivoted, running to her Daddy, throwing her arms around his neck. “Professor Parks is being mean to me, and his wife got me into trouble. But nothing is happening to her! Daddy, take me out of here. She says I’m going to get a spanking.”
Daddy Logan extricated himself from her embrace, pushing her back a step. “First, let me see what you di
d. And then I’ll decide with — Daddy Maddox — if your ass should be caned. I want you to be quiet while I talk to him about this. If you speak, you’ll lose your panties and skirt in front of all these outstanding students. Is that clear?”
Belle blushed from her collarbone to her hairline. “Y-yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” She stood rooted to that spot while Logan walked to the front of the classroom with Maddox. The men whispered and although you could hear a pin drop in that classroom as everyone listened intently, not a word could be heard from either of them.
Libby found it difficult to write her lines, even though she kept her head down, looking especially studious in case her Daddy looked over at her. Within moments, Daddy Logan bellowed. “Isabelle and Elizabeth, come here, please.”
Both women exchanged looks, each taking their sweet time to get to the front of the room.
“Isabelle, I read your note.”
Belle dropped her gaze to the floor.
“And I’ve got to say, out of the naughty things you’ve done here — and gotten paddled and whipped for in the past — this has to be the worst. What in the world were you thinking? You called this upstanding man — a Daddy and a Master, no less — a ‘son of a bitch’ and his woman a ‘cunt.’ Have you lost your mind?” Logan couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice.
“I... but Daddy... he made me mad.” Belle pouted her lips, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Give me your panties and I’ll button your dress up. You were to answer the question, not defend your bad behavior. You lose any ability to protect your dignity.” He put his hand out, waiting for the articles of clothing.
Belle looked over her shoulder at the class behind her. “But Daddy—”
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Logan’s voice dropped to barely a whisper, the deep rumbling vibrating through Libby’s core.
“N-no, Daddy.” Belle reached under her dress, pulling down her pale blue cheeky panties, placing them in his hand.
“Turn around.” She faced the class, and Libby could see Logan lifting her blue dress, finding the holes in the hem, bringing them up to the white buttons on the straps of her pinafore. With the back of her dress buttoned up to her shoulders, her shaved pussy was exposed to all her peers. A sob escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes. Libby was sure that Belle hoped hiding herself from the onlookers would somehow make what was happening more bearable.
That is until Logan’s deep voice said, “Turn back around.”
Libby pivoted slowly, her pale bottom exposed to the class, a faint pink handprint was still visible, concrete evidence of the hard swat Daddy Logan had given her in the bar area.
Logan raised his voice, ensuring all could hear him. “Can everyone see Belle’s naughty bottom?”
“Yes, Daddy Logan.” The class murmured back.
“This backside is going to be caned by the good Professor Maddox. I’m hoping you all learn a lesson from my bad girl.” Logan then redirected his attention back to Belle. “You’ll do everything the Professor asks. Do you hear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And if you give him any trouble, I’ll jump in and paddle your ass before turning you back over to him. I’m sure you don’t want a paddle on top of your caning. Am I right?”
“No, Daddy, I don’t.”
Logan addressed Maddox. “Hey, Maddox. Were you able to punish her for interrupting and being rude out in the bar area?”
Maddox shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I had given her lines to write, but apparently she hadn’t gotten that far.” Maddox addressed Belle. “Had you, girl?”
“No, Sir.”
“Well, looks like you get to add that to her punishment.” Logan pointed to the back of the room. “I’ll be in the back of the room, watching. Don’t put up with any of her shenanigans.” Before he left, Logan pinched Belle’s chin. “Behave, bad girl.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be much sorrier very soon.” Logan walked to take a seat, his large body dwarfing the desk.
* * *
Maddox almost felt sorry for Belle — that is until he thought of how he would feel if it had been his girl who’d misbehaved in such a way. He would be so ashamed of his babygirl. And then when he thought about how Belle called his Libby a ‘cunt,’ it filled him with righteous anger. How dare she call his beautiful, elegant woman a name like that?
Maddox cleared his throat. “Belle, I want you to bend over the desk, please. Right here.” He pointed to the gleaming wood, meaning she’d be facing her classmates and the door, her pussy visible to everyone.
“Sir, may I use one of the other sides? Please?”
Maddox invaded her personal space. “Do you think you deserve the luxury of choosing how you’re caned, girl?”
“Well, I’m hoping.”
“You hoped wrong. You’ll lie on the desk here, where I pointed. No arguments.” He tapped on the surface again.
She bent over, gasping when the cold metal edge pressed against her. Her skin quivering, goose bumps rose on the skin.
“Libby, you may sit back down and write your lines. I don’t want any more trouble out of you, or you’ll be next.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Maddox stroked the pale skin before him, outlining the pink handprint on one cheek. “Is that swat still stinging?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Good.” He rounded the desk, walking to the wall behind it, in clear view of Belle, pulling down the cane from the hook. He swished it through the air, Belle’s back visibly stiffening at the whistling note. “Tell me, bad girl, how I made you mad.”
“You told me to write lines saying that I will not disrespect a Daddy again. And I just didn’t feel I had disrespected you. I knew I had interrupted, but that’s not disrespecting in my mind.” Her voice had no sign of attitude or sarcasm. She was just being honest, which was something that Maddox appreciated, a trait he fostered in his little girl.
“Name a person that you respect, Belle. Someone you love and cherish.” He rested one hip on the desk, keeping her face in his line of vision.
“My Daddy.”
Maddox turned to smile at Logan, who had a broad grin on his face. “Now, tell me how you show him that you respect him. How would you convey that during your day?”
“Well, I would bring him coffee in bed. I do the things he asks me to do during the day. I kneel at his feet, and I make sure he doesn’t need or want for anything. And I tell him I love him, calling him Daddy.” She smiled at Maddox, obviously proud of her answer.
“Very nice. Those are great responses. If your Daddy is telling you about his day, or he’s talking to Master Ivan, how do you behave?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She smiled. “I listen carefully to his stories. Or I sit quietly at his feet, and make sure not to interrupt. Oh... now I see.”
“Oh is right. Showing respect means putting their needs ahead of your own, and not interrupting when they are speaking. Next question: name someone you respect that you don’t know.”
She paused, her eyebrows furrowed. “Uhm. A priest, police officer, a boss. I can’t think of any more.”
“How would you react if the policeman was talking to you and someone interrupted them in the middle of their sentence?”
“I wouldn’t like it. Just like you didn’t like me doing it to you.”
“That’s right, little girl. It’s the finest form of disrespect there is. You never interrupt someone in authority who is speaking. And whether you like it or not, I’m a Daddy and a Master here at the Playpen. You will not do this again. And after your bottom has been caned, you’ll apologize to my wife for calling her a cunt, and then you’ll sit on that hard desk chair, finishing your lines. Or better yet, I may have you write your lines with your stripped bottom and pussy on display to your classmates. It’d teach you humility quickly. Do you know what humility is, girl?”
Professor Maddox would make sure she understood the error
of her ways, making it a lifelong lesson.
“It means to be... kind?”
She had not a clue. No wonder she didn’t know how to model it. “No, sweetness. Humility means having a low view of one’s importance. One of the essential traits of a submissive nature is humility, putting other’s needs ahead of your own. Being patient, meek, or bashful. So, writing your lines with your pussy on display would teach you those about humility quickly.” He slashed the cane through the air. “But first, let’s teach you to never, ever call a person in authority a son of a bitch — or his girl a cunt.”
He tapped the cane on her bottom, her shaved pussy glistening with her juices, her anus clearly visible in this position. He turned the cane sideways, laying the length down the seam of her ass, flicking it harshly to spank her little pucker.
Belle rose up, clenching her cheeks tightly.
“You are not allowed to rise. If you do it again, you’ll be tied to the desk. Clear?” Maddox made sure there was an edge to his voice that demanded obedience.
“Y-Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“See that it doesn’t happen again. It won’t be tolerated.” To prove his dominance, he snapped the stick along the divide, watching it turn red with the harsh, loud crack.
“Oh. Oh! I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Let’s get started with your punishment.” He tapped on the underside of her bottom. Pulling back, he hit all in the same area three times, purplish lines rising immediately. Those tracks would be sore for days and would be a reminder whenever she sat.
He lined up the harsh, cruel implement just under the first set and cracked it hard another three times. Again, the lines appeared quickly, turning an angry purple.
“Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy. Please make him stop!” She knew exactly what she was doing, and, once again, disrespecting Maddox.
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