His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

  “Thank you, Corinne.”

  “If I may make a suggestion... it might put her in the mindset quicker if you have her wear little girl jammies or clothes. The closet and dressers have many to choose from.” Corinne pointed to the wall across the room.

  “Daddy, no! Oh, God!” Brittney turned to look at the people gathering in the room to watch.

  “Little girl, you are already in a heap of trouble.” Dylan scowled at her. “Do you really want to add to it?”

  “N-no. Not really. But—”

  “No buts.” Dylan opened a dresser and found just what he wanted. Picking it up, he looked at it before replacing it with one that fit his Sassy’s personality better. “This will do.”

  He held up the baby doll pajama top in front of her. It was pink with little gray kittens on the front, with a ruffled hem that would end just above her bottom. Perfect. It would accentuate her red ass, in addition to giving him unrestricted access. And wearing the immature top would feed her desire for humiliation.

  Before she could protest, he whisked her shirt off, leaving her exposed in only a bra, which he wasted no time unclasping and tossing onto a chair with the shirt. She stood, naked and sexy, her eyes red-rimmed — and now filling with fresh tears — her lips turned up in a pretty little pout. He couldn’t resist kissing her gently. “Be a good girl for Daddy.”

  She stared at him, and he knew the moment she’d decided to submit completely to his requirements. A little smile played at the corner of her mouth, and she swiped at her tears, nodding as she quietly responded, “Yes, Daddy. Just for you.”

  His sweet Sassy.

  She slid her arms through the openings of the baby doll top and stood with the adorable pink ruffled hem, her shaved pussy peeking out from under the ruffle. He pulled her into his embrace, tucking her head against his chest. “Let’s get you that spanking you’ve been asking for tonight.”

  She pulled away, her eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t ask for a spanking. Look at my ass. I definitely don’t want another punishment.”

  A gasp from across the room made both of them turn their heads.

  Mommy.

  “Young lady, you will not swear in this nursery again. I have a bar of Ivory soap that is perfect for washing bad words right out of a nasty mouth. Does Sassy need Mommy to wash her mouth out?” Mommy’s chin dipped as she glared at Brittney. Opening the cupboard, she showed both of them the brand new bar of soap.

  “N-no, Ma’am,” Brittney said. “I’m sorry. I won’t swear again.”

  Corinne closed the cupboard loudly. “Mmmm. I’d like to believe that, but somehow I think with a name like Sassy you’ll be blowing bubbles at some point in this Nursery. If not today, then another day.”

  Sassy shook her head, her eyes large, and Dylan had no doubt that Sassy honestly believed she’d avoid that punishment. But he agreed with Corinne. It wasn’t a case of if it would happen, but when.

  “Sounds like a warning you may want to heed, baby girl.” Dylan walked with her toward a straight-backed chair, taking a seat and standing her between his knees.

  “Yes, Sir.” She kept making quick, furtive glances toward Corinne. “I’ll be good.”

  Dylan chuckled quietly. This had been an evening of rude awakenings for his Sassy. They had just touched on the surface of age play, enjoying Daddy Dom more than most other dynamics, but his girl definitely enjoyed some of these elements too. He’d be adding them to their daily routines — or weekly punishments.

  “Tell Daddy why he told you to stay where he left you.”

  Brittney closed her eyes, turning them toward the ceiling. He knew she hated this part of punishment, but her attention span was so limited if he didn’t make her state the reasons beforehand, she literally wouldn’t remember an hour later why she had been spanked.

  “Because you didn’t want to worry about me. You wanted me safe.” She paused for a moment, then the cadence of her speech grew increasingly frantic. “But I was safe. I really was. I was with all those people, in a corner of the room. I didn’t go and play in traffic or lick a knife. I was sitting in a building you brought me to.”

  Dylan nodded his head in agreement, her face brightening with hope. “Is this how a grown woman takes responsibility for her misbehavior or disobedience?”

  Sassy.

  His Sassy — with her usual lack of impulse control — stomped her foot on the floor, her breasts and ass jiggling with the force of it. Without hesitation, he reached around and swatted her bottom. She lurched forward, rising to her tiptoes from the impact.

  “Ow! Oh, s—. That hurt!” She quickly scanned the room to see if Corinne was nearby.

  “Good catch, girlie. And you do not stomp your feet. I never tolerate that, do I?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “Even with your buttocks as red and sore as they are, you still decide to sass me?” Dylan shook his head. He would always be amazed at the fiery spunk in her.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  And he had no doubt she was sorry indeed. Brittney never meant to upset him — well, most of the time. She just blurted things out. Harsh discipline and many mouth-soapings had curbed some of it, and he had no doubt that, in time, the consistency of his discipline would bring about lasting change. But until then, he knew he needn’t fear any dull days with her. And that knowledge couldn’t have made him happier.

  “So, back on topic. Yes, I asked you to stay to keep you safe. So I would know exactly where to find you when I returned. How do you think I felt when I came out to find your chair empty?” Dylan raised his eyebrows at her.

  “Scared.” She bit her lip, tracing one of the kitties on her clothing with her finger.

  “Yes, I was frightened. And because of my concern, Professor Maddox and Master Ivan were also frightened as they looked for you.”

  Turning to look at the crowd, she spotted both the men he referenced. Brittney quickly glanced down, focusing on the ruffle of her top. “I’m sorry.”

  “What happens when you disobey Daddy?”

  Her eyes filled with tears. She hated this part almost as much as having her panties pulled down. “I get spanked.” Her face flushed with embarrassment.

  Tugging on her hand, he pulled her over his left knee, effectively jackknifing her body over his thighs. He captured her legs between his, as she braced her hands against the floor. He rubbed her bottom, her flesh already showing faint signs of bruising along some of the welts left by the belt. “We’ll do a hand spanking. I don’t think you can handle much more than that today.”

  He slapped her bottom several times, watching the pleasant wiggle in the cheek. He loved that in this position she was unable to clench effectively, the pleasing wobble of her buttocks like a feast to a starving man. His cock twitched, lengthening behind his zipper. He landed fast, hard swats to the crest of her bottom, and she shifted from one foot to the other, her buttocks rising and falling in a pleasing pattern. Her labia were moist with her arousal, and when he focused his blows to her sit spots, her sticky sweetness coated his fingers.

  He paused, giving her space to catch her breath — and him an opportunity ask her some questions. That is, if he could focus beyond her musky scent. “Next time we visit the Playpen, are you going to stay where Daddy puts you?”

  “Y-yes, Daddy.” She wiped at her tears, which surprised him. He hadn’t realized she was already crying.

  “Are you going to stomp your feet, yell, or call anyone names again?”

  “No, D-Daddy. I won’t.”

  He couldn’t help but let a chuckle at her pronouncement. He had no doubt that she meant it, but he knew there was no way she’d stick to that promise. Even the bystanders chuckled, knowing the scant likelihood she’d be able to hold to it.

  He patted her now very warm bottom, then let loose with a flurry of hard, focused swats centered on her sit spots and upper thighs. By the time he’d finished, Sassy was crying and reaching back to cover, something she rarely did. She had hit her lim
it. She would be a very good girl from that point onward.

  He stroked and rubbed, murmuring soft words of encouragement. He patiently waited for her to calm down before helping her to her feet. Corinne approached him, something in her palm.

  “You may want to use this on her bottom. And you can put her in time out in the crib with a strap around her waist. You can cinch up so that it keeps her ass elevated, if you like. Some girls find it very arousing, but can’t find relief — and the exposure keep them focused on their spanking and misbehavior. Many Daddies find it to be a very effective punishment.”

  Then he saw what it was she carried. It was a glass butt plug, but a very unique one. She held it out to him.

  “Is... is that what I think it is?” he asked.

  “Yes, it’s a crank. Once it’s inserted, the handle can be turned to give them stimulation and the flat part of the handle presses against their pussy. The little nubs stroke the clit. Again, it’s a good way to keep them aroused, but not grant them relief... well, not immediately anyway.” Corinne winked at him, then walked away with a satisfied smile.

  “Wait,” Brittney said. “No. You... you can’t. Oh, my God, are you really going to do this?”

  “Yes, indeed, Sassy. This seems like a splendid idea to me. Besides, I’d like to see how you cope with this little toy. I may have to purchase one of my own.” Dylan dragged his reluctant submissive to the crib, urging her to climb up onto the step stool.

  Master Ivan spoke up then. “That crank is for you and your babygirl. Consider it a gift, on the house. I guarantee it’ll turn your crank too.”

  Everyone laughed, including Master Ivan.

  “Thank you, Ivan. Appreciate it!” Dylan reached over, opening the cap on the lube, coating the plug generously while his girl got into position without instruction, apparently not wanting to bring any further ire down upon herself, especially considering the already sorry state of her behind.

  “Okay, Sassy. This isn’t your first butt plug. Push back on this, just like you’re supposed to.” He worked the glass into her anus, slowly twisting and prodding, until he felt the tight ring of muscle ease, allowing him to slide it further into her. “Deep breath. Release it slowly, and open up.” Without too much effort, the plug glided into place, the pucker closing around the neck of the toy. He snapped the lid closed on the lube, replacing it on the night stand.

  “You okay, girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He grasped the handle, cranking the plug.

  “Ahhhh.” She dropped her head to the crib mattress. “Oh, god!” Her hips jerked in response, her juices seeping from the seam of her pussy. “Those nubs... when you turn it...”

  “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Sassy?”

  “I... I’m not sure.”

  Laughter and murmuring could be heard from the onlookers. Sassy stiffened, looking over her shoulder, as if she’d forgotten that they had an audience.

  “Forget about them, baby. It’s just you and me, and I love every bit of this.” He couldn’t resist, twisting the handle another hundred and eighty degrees, simply to watch her ass squirm. “Yeah, we’re buying this toy. Count on it.”

  He grabbed the belt hanging above the crib, tightening it around her waist, cinching the chain with the handle until her ass was prominently displayed. He couldn’t help but smile at the glorious sight of her plump, red bottom, the clear glass crank peeking from between her buttocks, her shaved pussy shiny with her juices. Dylan eased a finger into the tight seam of her sex, finding the hard little nubbin of nerves. He stroked it with feathery touches, toying with the little hood. He slipped a couple of fingers into her sex, pumping them harshly, her low grunting with every thrust matched the jerk of her hips and the rattle of the belt and chain keeping her elevated. The tight ring of her anus sucked upon the plug, visibly working the glass.

  “God, that’s hot as fuck.” He pulled his fingers out, and he patted her hip lightly, her sigh one of pure loss. “You keep this naughty little ass in the air, and your mouth shut. You’re in time out. No talking, no rubbing — of anything. Think about what you will do differently the next time you’re visiting the Playpen. Daddy will be talking to Master Ivan for a few minutes. Just one more turn, girlie.” Dylan couldn’t resist giving the crank a full three hundred and sixty-degree turn. She moaned, her thighs shaking, and then she stiffened, shouting with her release, her whole body trembling and quaking.

  Dylan leaned forward, kissing her red ass cheek, the flesh hot against his face, her scent just about killing him. He pushed his tongue into her sex, tasting her sweet juice, swirling, flicking, and probing her sensitive clenching pussy. She groaned, the chains rattling once again. Reaching forward, he twisted her nipples, jamming into her roughly with his tongue, as she screamed, her cum rushing into his mouth.

  His cock was now hard as steel, throbbing, aching for its own release. He adjusted himself discreetly and wiped his face with his forearm. “Baby girl, Daddy has to handle some business. I’ll be back. Mommy is here to watch you. With the way your little ass looks, I’d behave while Daddy is gone. You hear?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” Her voice was raspy and sultry, the way it always was after growling and shouting through a couple of orgasms. The alluring sound killed him every time. He walked toward the doorway to the room, turning back one last time to look at his baby girl.

  Mine.

  Chapter 12

  Sassy awoke the morning after The Playpen, her body sore and tired.

  She was alone. Reaching over, she rubbed her hand over the crisp, clean white sheets where Daddy should have been sleeping. Her heart in her throat, she jumped up, running to the window. His jeep was still here. But why would he have left the bed without saying anything, or better still, trying to have a morning quickie?

  She went to the nearby bench, grabbing her silky throw. But she had no sooner put it on than Dylan had appeared in the doorway to the room, a tray of juice, coffee, eggs, sausage, and toast in his arms.

  “What are you doing out of bed, young lady? Take that robe off and get your cute naked ass back into bed for your breakfast.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Turn around and let me see how your butt looks this morning.”

  She groaned, but knew not to argue. She’d lose this argument like all the others she’d had with him in this situation. He wanted to survey “the damage,” as he called it. She turned to show him her bottom.

  “Bend over and spread your cheeks.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him to find a quirked eyebrow directed toward her. There was absolutely no reason on God’s green earth for her to spread her cheeks, except to make His Lordship happy — and for the abject humiliation involved in the act. She obey, staying perfectly still, her anus clenching in anticipation. Of what she didn’t know, but it made sense to be aware that something might be about to happen.

  “I love when your asshole winks at me. It’s just the best present — every time.” She heard the wooden feet of the tray landing on the nightstand, and his bare feet padding over to her. His hand skimmed her cheeks. “There appears to be some bruising, more than likely from the belting you received from your Professor. It seems like Daddy Maddox has some expertise with it. You have very evenly spaced welts and bruises, and no severe or extensive abrasions or hematomas. As he wished, you’ll be feeling this for a day or two.”

  He patted her hip, helping her to rise, then pulled her into his arms. “Tell Daddy why you were spanked again, Sassy. You always have trouble remembering why you were punished. You know that it hurts and want it to end, but the reason seems to escape you. It’s important that you remember why when you sit today.”

  “I hate this damn game. Do I really have to do this before breakfast?”

  “No, of course not, silly. You can get paddled first, then tell me. Is that preferable to you at”—he turned to look at the clock on her nightstand—”eight o’clock in the morning?”

  “N-no. I don’t want
a spanking.” She pouted at him. Jesus, she hated this ‘answer the question’ stuff. She fought the urge to stamp her foot, knowing that would only reignite the simmering pain in her backside.

  He dipped his chin, lowering his voice. “Then answer. Now.”

  She took a deep breath, sighing loudly. She’d be compliant but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give him at least a little bit of attitude. “Daddy Maddox spanked me for calling him a douchebag.”

  “Aaaaaand.” Dylan raised his eyebrows at her. There was no way she’d forget the rest.

  She blinked at him, chewing her lip. “I... I had a lot of attitude, and I raised my voice at him.”

  “Brittney Leigh! Are you saying that you don’t remember that you were also spanked —

  by me — for not staying put and worrying me?”

  “Well, duh. Yes, of course, I remember that. I thought you meant by Daddy Maddox.” She rolled her eyes. “You also plugged me with that torture device, turning me into a human butter churn. Christ, I think my asshole is still burning.”

  Dylan smacked her backside, twice. “That’s way too much attitude and swearing for this early in the morning. Do you need to go back to bed? You don’t have class, and you don’t waitress until evening.”

  “Ow! No, I just woke up. Not everything is solved with a nap, you know.” She rubbed her still sore bottom.

  “I’m reserving judgment on this until after you’ve eaten. Get back in bed while I get the tray.” He rounded the bed, picking up the still warm pancakes, coffee, and juice, placing them in front of her. “I still think a nap is in order — and maybe it becomes an enema, and then a nap. I’m not spanking that bottom again until the bruising and welts fade. But as you know, I have many other punishments, if it comes to that.”

  “I’ll be good, Daddy. Promise.”

  He had no doubt that she’d try. She hated enemas. Between the humiliation and discomfort of the cramping, she usually straightened up and flew right once that particular threat was on the table.