His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

“Your Daddy isn’t going to interrupt. You, my girl, need to learn how to respect me.”

  “Listen to him, Isabelle!” Logan said.

  “Your sit spots have had enough, Isabelle. I’m now going to be caning your cute little ass. The strokes are going to be fast and hard. I’m not giving you much space between them, so take a deep breath. These will be rough.” He tapped his cane on her bottom, watching her take a deep breath. Then he swung his arm wide, snapping the cane down across her ass repeatedly.

  Her screams filled the air, and when she looked like she might try to rise to her feet, he held her hands in the small of her back, pressing her down against the desk.

  Her ass writhed, her sobs becoming more like wails, her tears breaking his heart. The unforgiving wood bit into her now very pink bottom, her flesh lined with inflamed tracks. He gave her three diagonal stripes, cutting across the previous ones on each cheek. Pulling one cheek aside, he snapped the cane harshly onto her crack, her anus winking in response.

  Her pitiful sobs were the only sounds in the room, along with the spicy scent of her sex, her juices dribbling out of her labia. He wiped his cane with a clean cloth, before hanging it back on the wall.

  He wiped her tear-stained cheeks, gently brushing the long strands of her blonde hair from her face. “How are you, baby girl?”

  “Not so good, but I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t interrupt again. I promise.”

  “And you know what, girlie? I believe you this time. I’m sure by the end of this week, you and your sore bottom will have learned a good lesson. You’re a good girl. You just needed some help.” He continued to rub her back, while opening a tube of ointment, working it into the swollen flesh. “This will ease the pain and help with healing. I’ll give some to your Daddy so that he can put it on every morning and evening. Okay, girlie?”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  She had instantly become a perfect model of respect. When the appropriate discipline and implement was applied, anyone could become a good girl or boy.

  Chapter 9

  Brittney watched in awe. She’d always known that Professor Parks was stern and demanding, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought he could wield a cane and administer discipline in the manner she’d just witnessed. Her hands shook in her lap. She swore she might be on the verge of shock just watching the intensity of Belle’s punishment.

  Brittney quickly rose, looking around the room for her Daddy.

  He must still be with Master Ivan.

  She couldn’t wait — didn’t want to hold on. She needed to get away from the scene, fearing that if she lingered she might bump into the professor.

  She ran down the hall, not even caring where she ended up. But as fate would have it, the only two rooms at the end of the hall were a sensory room with paints, water, fire, and probably many other things she couldn’t immediately see. The room behind her was the medical room. Sterile, clean, even cold. There were gleaming metal tables with trays of surgical steel instruments, the smell of antiseptic and KY ointment filling the air. Her curiosity piqued, she watched as submissives were being handled by men and women wearing blue scrubs and masks.

  Brittney slipped into the room, sliding into a chair tucked into a corner, hoping she wouldn’t be observed. Her arousal was climbing just watching what was going on in a sterile setting. She never enjoyed going to the gyno. Did any woman enjoy that visit?

  But there was something titillating about being in a forced situation with a stranger’s fingers probing your secret inner areas. And then, like a cherry on the top of a cupcake, the finale was a finger in your anus, pushing, burning, and probing. In a doctor’s office, there was nothing sexy about it, yet the degradation and exhibitionism of the act did make one wonder how those professional medical men chose that profession. Did gynecologists and obstetricians initially accept their careers for their sexual drives— an unspoken and unaddressed fulfillment of their needs and desires? Or did they choose it for the babies, the happy faces, and taking part in the new beginnings on a daily basis?

  But in this setting, safe and supervised, public humiliation and exhibitionism at its finest seemed depraved and yet hot as hell. Sassy never thought of herself as someone who liked — or on some level desired — exhibitionism. Watching those very public scenes though, knowing that strangers and friends would be watching her — and watching her sexually aroused — had her dripping. Again. She’d have to remember to bring extra panties when she visited the Playpen again.

  The room stilled as a very tall, burly man entered, wearing yellow scrubs and a cap, tossing his mask onto the metal cart tray next to the bed. He stopped, hands on his hips, to stare at a woman.

  She was very attractive, perhaps in her mid-thirties. Blessed with long blonde hair and a voluptuous figure, she was lying on her back on the medical table in just her panties and bra. Definitely not the way they did it at Sassy’s gyno office.

  “I’m Dr. Harness. Why are you wearing your underwear and not the gown provided for you?” The doctor tapped her panties with his finger.

  “I don’t like the gown, so I chose to do this instead.” The wily woman smirked at the doctor in open rebellion.

  “Oh. Deciding that being naughty and disobedient is the way you want to go? Fine with me, little girl. I suspect you’ve bitten off more than you can chew, though.” Doc didn’t waste any time flipping her onto her belly, his hand crashing down on her buttocks. He slapped the bare areas not covered by her pink and gray-striped panties.

  “Oh! I don’t want a spanking!” She tried flipping over to no avail.

  “Chloe! You will lie still. No one asked what you wanted. This is the price you have to pay for not putting your gown on.” He continued slapping the bare sit spots and her upper thighs down to her knees, the light pink skin becoming dusky.

  He quickly divested her of the bikini panties, tugging them over her ample bottom, dragging them down her legs, tossing the underwear carelessly to the floor. “Let’s get rid of this while we’re at it too.” He unsnapped her bra, pulling it from her body, adding it to the discarded panties. “Are you sorry that you didn’t put your gown on?”

  “No, not really,” Chloe said, giggling, the bystanders chuckling along with her.

  “Interesting. I believe that sentiment will change as we progress.” The doctor brought his flat, stiff hand down onto the crest of her pristine globes, a large bloom of his handprint quickly rising. He stood watching it change, the evolution from white to pink transfixing him.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. “I love nothing better than my red handprint on someone’s unspanked bottom.” He turned, facing the crowd. “Can everyone see this?”

  A low rumble of agreement rose from the spectators.

  “Oh, Chloe, do you see that they love your little ass being spanked? Is it feeling sore, baby?”

  She tilted her head, looking over her shoulder at him, then giving a sideways glance at the crowd. “Y-yes, Sir. It does hurt.”

  “Good.”

  Dr. Harness slapped viciously across the whole of her bottom, his hand restrained her against the cold metal table. The stark handprint gradually submerged into the ever-darkening pink suffusing the once milky globes.

  She gripped the head of the table, struggling, the heat and stinging obviously becoming more and more difficult to endure. But when she tried in a vain effort to protect the already inflamed flesh, he readily grasped her hand with his, pinning it at the small of her back.

  “The next time a nurse or doctor asks you to don a gown, what will you do, Missy?”

  Chloe whimpered, apparently unable to hold it back any longer. “I-I will put a gown on, S-Sir.”

  “Do you still think this bit of misbehavior is funny, girl?” He paused for a moment, letting her catch her breath.

  “N-no, Sir. I do not.”

  “As I suspected.” He opened a drawer near him, pulling out a wooden spoon. “Now, we’ll finish with this.” He focused the spoon on the underside of each
cheek, the area turning an angry red. He smiled, obviously pleased with his handiwork, pulling her left cheek aside, flipping the spoon adeptly in his hand so that the long thin handle could be used to strike her vulnerable flesh. He swatted her anus, and the tender white skin between each buttock, until his patient screeched in agony.

  “That, my girl, is what happens to naughty little girls.” The wooden spoon clattered as he dropped it into the open drawer. He slammed it closed. “Now, dry those bad girl tears. Lie on your back, and we’ll give you a proper exam. There’ll be no further arguments. Correct?”

  Chloe gingerly rolled onto her back, keeping her bottom raised so as to not have contact with the table. That is until the good doctor, pressed his hand — none too gently — down onto her lower belly. She let out a quiet gasp as her buttocks flattened against the no doubt cold metal.

  “Lie still.” Dr. Harness slapped her thigh hard. “Not a word from you.” She bit her lip, suppressing a shout, but tears filled her eyes as she warily watched him. He grasped one ankle at a time, putting each foot into a stirrup. “If you can behave, I won’t restrain you. Any movement and you’ll be tied to the stirrups and table. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Just watching this scene unfold had Sassy’s juices letting down, pooling at the seam of her sex and moistening her panties. She shifted, her labia rubbing gently on her clit, the lips slick. The whole scene was much hotter than she’d anticipated.

  “First, I’m going to manually feel your cervix and the mouth of your uterus. Take a deep breath. This may be uncomfortable.” He pushed two fingers into her, his other hand on her lower belly pressed deeply into her tissue. Chloe stared at the ceiling, and Sassy had no doubt the woman thought of everything and anything except what was being done to her at that moment — just as women all over the world did at their own yearly exams.

  Except this doctor wouldn’t allow that, arousing her as he worked. “You’re very slick. It appears that your spanking has you dripping with need. Is this a normal reaction for you, young lady?”

  Her face flushed, and she closed her eyes for a moment. “Yes, Sir. It is.”

  “Does your boyfriend like this reaction?” His fingers pressed along her lower abdominal area.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I bet. Now, I’m going to put the speculum in and take a look around.”

  The clanking metal made Brittney — and she was pretty sure every other woman there — clench in reaction. No woman liked the sound of the instruments banging together. He unscrewed the speculum, the cushion of his roll-around stool making a whooshing sound as he sat down. “Slide your bottom down.”

  She scooched forward.

  “More. More. Right to the edge of the table. Good girl.” She felt the radiant heat of the lamp as his light spotlighted her sex. “Relax your legs. Widen them, please.”

  Chloe’s labia spread open, her clit and opening exposed to not only the doctor but everyone in the room, especially with the mirror they had situated for all to see. There was a large round mirror in the ceiling corner, pointed at the table, her exposed pussy and everything Dr. Harness did revealed in that mirror.

  “Do you like that all these people are looking at your hard, aroused clit and can see your opening clenching in arousal, winking at them all? Does that excite you, Chloe? Be honest.”

  “Yes, Sir. I like how it is clenching, and I know that men are getting hard as they watch, that the women are dripping in their panties.”

  “Such a dirty little slut. Now, this speculum will feel a bit cold.”

  A little cold? Sonofabitch! The doctors never warm it up!

  He spun the wing nut to keep it open. “Knees relaxed, girl. I won’t say it again, or I’ll spread you open, binding your thighs and calves together, and keep you strapped to this medical table until we close tonight. How does that sound?”

  “Not so good, Sir. I’ll keep myself open.”

  He used the long cotton swabs to take samples from her cervix, smearing it onto the small glass plates. He unscrewed the speculum, tossing it with a clatter into the sink. “Stay where you are — we aren’t done yet.”

  Brittney was impressed with Chloe’s focus, the bound woman keeping her knees spread, not moving a muscle. The room had become silent; you could hear a pin drop. Dr. Harness held her labia open with two fingers, using the forefinger of his other hand to play with her clit. “I’ll be checking your response time. I’ve set a timer.” He expertly stroked around her clit, her hips rising, pressing against him for more relief. He inserted a couple of fingers into her, pumping her sex fast and hard. As he tapped on the little knot of nerves, her panting increased, her back arching. He inserted a finger into her anus, her whole body stiffening as she screamed with her release, pounding against his hand violently. Slowly, the tremors receded and her breathing returned to normal.

  “Very sweet, girl. Three minutes. Very healthy, reactive response. I’m sure your red, spanked ass helped — as well as your exam — with making it a quick climax time. Your Daddy will be very proud of his babygirl.” He patted her hip, his fingers leaving behind wet marks, her scent filling the air.

  Brittney wasn’t the only one to take a deep breath, as the onlookers watched the scene unfold before them.

  Suddenly Brittney felt her arm being grasped roughly and a deep whisper in her ear. “Get your ass up now.” Maddox dragged her to a standing position. “Your Daddy and all of us have been looking for you for over twenty minutes.”

  Sassy jumped, finding herself nose-to-nose with Professor Maddox.

  Chapter 10

  Although Daddy Maddox’s irritated, angry features made her stomach clench, she reacted as she normally did. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? You are not my Daddy, and I don’t answer to just anyone, douchebag.”

  Everyone in the room gasped. Maddox’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “Come with me. Now.”

  Against her better judgment, she immediately started walking, her legs shaking at the deadly seriousness of his tone. It brought back memories from her childhood. When a dominant, authoritative male with a deep voice growled for her to do something, she did it — and fast.

  Maddox turned to the doctor. “I’m sorry to interrupt your scene, Doc. But this naughty girl disobeyed her Daddy and had the place in an uproar trying to find her. It’s time for a good blistering, if you’ll all excuse us.”

  “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m not submitting to you. Where is my Daddy?” Brittney tried unsuccessfully to yank her arm away from him.

  By the time she’d been dragged to the hallway, Dylan marched up to her, cupping her face. “What were my parting words to you? Do you even remember?”

  “Well, yeah, I remember. I’ve been here watching the scene! I didn’t suffer from brain trauma. Christ! You said to stay here and not move! See? I remembered!” She put her hands on her hips, glaring at the now surprised faces of the men hovering around her.

  “So, why did you move?”

  Sassy lowered her voice, not wanting Professor Maddox to hear. “Because I felt nervous after watching Professor Parks cane Belle, and I didn’t wish to run into him. So, I went down the hall. And you still weren’t back. But that’s when I found this room and I kind of got... distracted, and... well, you know.”

  It sounded silly when she said it out loud, and feeling stupid always made her defensive. She hoped they didn’t try to embarrass her further; her Irish temper would spark, and she’d be in trouble for sure.

  You’re already in trouble.

  Maddox leaned in. “So, let me get this straight. Somehow you were afraid of the caning I administered, so you went to hide in another room? You couldn’t have been too scared, little girl; you called me a ‘douchebag’ just moments ago.”

  “Well, that’s because—”

  “You called the Professor a ‘douchebag? Have you lost all your marbles?” Dylan’s eyebrows knitted together, his nostrils flaring.

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nbsp; “Now, wait a goddamn minute here. I called him a douchebag because he marched up to me, snatched at my arm, and told me to ‘get my ass up.’ And I don’t just answer orders from anybody.” Her heart was in her throat, and she breathed heavily through her nose. They’d pushed her too damn far this time, and now she’d probably get her ass beaten for it. “It seems that people are afraid of him here, but honestly, he can go fuck himself. It’s hard enough to answer to you. I don’t need a second Daddy.”

  She knew she’d gone too far when the onlookers gasped. Worse, her daddy was red in the face, Daddy Ivan and Maddox flushing deeply too. Sassy snuck a glance at the bystanders. Most were silent, shock plain on their faces, their mouths agape at the spectacle before them. And she was pretty sure that it wasn’t a crowd that was easily shocked.

  Yep, went too far all right.

  Daddy and Master Ivan stepped forward. “I think we should take this out of the hallway. It’s a high traffic area and we need to keep it cleared. Let’s go to the classroom — unless either of you thinks this should be taken to the nursery.”

  The fucking nursery? Oh, hell.

  Sassy did her best pleading with her eyes, hoping that Dylan would see her fear. The nursery would be... too much. Way too much.

  “No. I think this bad girl needs her comeuppance from Professor Maddox. The classroom is ultimately the appropriate room, but maybe the Nursery will be a good room for time out after her punishment. Come along, Sassy.” Daddy clutched her upper arm in his large hand, the bite of his fingers making her walk on tiptoes.

  Oh, shit! Oh, God!

  And for all the people that didn’t think Sassy could keep control of her emotions —or her tongue — they would have been very proud of her at that moment. If only they had known the restraint it required to keep from speaking the several vile phrases that had leapt into her mind. Sassy had control. It’s just that what she projected to the outside world was tame compared to what raged in her mind. She felt she deserved accolades, but the spectators usually were aghast, apparently not knowing how much worse it really could have been. Alas, such was her burden, it seemed.