Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (14 page)

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 bottom, 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
.

L
ibby 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 gasped, 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.