His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (10 page)

Instead of spewing the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of her tongue, she smiled sweetly. “Yes, Professor.”

Maddox shook his head. “Sassy brat!”

* * *

S
assy held her Daddy’s hand, her mouth hanging open as she watched all the activities in the different rooms. She had no interest, she believed, in the “babygirl” room but found her clit throbbing just watching it. A Daddy and a Mommy were in the room as well as a Nanny, and the cuddling and rocking seemed very nice. She’d been a loved child, the apple of her Daddy’s eye, never needing or wanting for attention. Hell, if anything, Brittney may have had too
much
attention. Her father had hovered, watching her behavior and moods, knowing when she wasn’t feeling well, or was upset. But the idea of sitting on that large beast of a man’s lap, and having stories read to her while the chair rocked, stirred cozy feelings within her.

“You’ve been told time and time again that you don’t kick at me when I’m dressing you. Today, Little Miss, you’ll be getting a reminder.” The Mommy sat on a hard-backed chair, tossing the now crying babygirl over her lap.

Her dress had ridden up her legs and showed the white panties on her now writhing bottom. The woman in trouble screeched, her hands reaching to cover her bottom.

Mommy slapped the back of her thighs, tucking her against her hip. “You will move your hands. Now.”

The misbehaving woman wrapped her hands around the rungs of the chair, her knuckles white. “No, Mommy. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to change my clothes. We can do it now. I’ll wear them now. I promise. No kicking. I won’t kick.” She craned her head back, tears running down her cheeks, frantically pleading. “Pleeeeeeeease.”

“It’s too late for promises. But it’s never too late for a good spanking. Let’s get you bared, and start now.” Mommy pushed the girl’s dress up, folding it carefully in the middle of her back. She bared her bottom for everyone to see.

Sassy felt her face flush with embarrassment for the woman. Turning, Brittney looked at her Daddy. “God, that would be awful.”

Dylan nodded in agreement. “But you have to admit that she deserves every bit of it. You don’t kick anyone. In my opinion, she asked for this.” He rested his hand on Sassy’s bottom, squeezing her cheeks through her short skirt, sliding a finger under the elastic of her panties, easing between her lips. She widened her stance, giving him easier access to her sex.

Focusing on the scene before her, she felt her arousal climbing with his ministrations prodding her along.

Mommy picked her head up. “Joey, I need you to bring me the hairbrush on my dresser.”

Joey was a girl, dressed in drop-seat pajamas, who stood up immediately upon hearing her name, and with huge doe-eyed green eyes, shook her head.

“Wrong answer, Joey. Unless you’d like me to use the belt on you, you’ll move your adorable little ass to get the hairbrush. What would your Daddy say? Should we tell him that you said no?”

Well, wasn’t that a definite threat!

Joey didn’t just walk to get the brush; she ran. “No, Mommy. Don’t tell my Daddy, please!” She ran back with the brush, handing it to her as if it were on fire.

Mommy shook it in front of Joey. “You, my girl, do not say ‘no.’ I’m glad you listened, but you should have done that the first time I asked. Turn around, please.”

Joey turned, whining behind her closed lips. Mommy gave her backside several hard cracks of the brush, holding her still with one hand, grasping her by the elbow. Even Nina moaned, listening to Mommy spank Joey. “Now, sit on the naughty stool in the corner until I’m done with Nina here.”

Joey ran, her pink bottom exposed from the now open drop seat, easing herself onto the hard wooden seat marked with the words
naughty stool.

“Now, Nina, let’s take care of your naughtiness. Do we use our feet to communicate?”

“No, Ma’am. I won’t do it again.” Her face was hidden behind her hair, her hands still clinging to the rungs of the chair.

“Oh, you certainly won’t do it again, trust me. You’ll have a sore bottom for a while for this bit of disobedience.”

Dylan whispered into Brittney’s ear. “Looks like things are going to get somber in here.”

“Yes.” Brittney didn’t even know Nina, and she already felt sorry for the poor woman.

The Mommy threw her leg over Nina’s, wrapping her arm around her waist and let the brush fly so fast and so hard, the implement looked like a brown blur. Poor Nina went from zero to sobbing in seconds. Brittney gasped, holding her neck with her hand. It was the most terrifying thing she’d seen in a long time.

Mommy didn’t lecture; Brittney assumed because Mommy Corinne knew the naughty girl wouldn’t — or couldn’t — listen while the trouncing occurred.

“Oh! Oh, no!” Nina shouted, other words unintelligible sounds interspersed between her cries of pain. The gathering inside and around the room had grown; bystanders seemingly drawn to her sobbing and screeching. Brittney heard a few men murmuring to each other.

“That fucking needed to happen!” or “Jesus, about fucking damn time someone gave her a proper ass beating” or “Nice to see a hairbrush being used appropriately on that sassy ass.”

It made Sassy pity the poor girl. No one felt sympathy that the spanked woman was exposed and humiliated in front of her peers. Daddy took the opportunity to slip two fingers into Sassy’s sex, pumping her hard, easily hidden by her skirt. Between his insistent prodding of her secret places and watching the intense punishment before her, she clenched around him, milking him. When Dylan tapped her clit, slipping her hood back, she shivered, her orgasm overtaking her. The only reason Sassy didn’t scream with her release was because he covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside, successfully swallowing her shout of ecstasy. Once her body stopped shaking with remnant tremors, he slipped his fingers out, sucking them fastidiously and quietly winking at her.

Brittney had never come in a public setting before, and couldn’t imagine anything hotter. Her panties were drenched with her juices, that wetness promising to be a pleasant reminder for the rest of the evening. She returned her attention to Mommy and Nina.

Nina’s buttocks were an angry red, with purple or white markings left by the wood in several places. Mommy threw the hairbrush to the floor with a loud clatter. The room and all the bystanders drew eerily quiet, watching for what might happen next.

“And that, young lady, is what happens to girls who kick Mommy. Do you think you’ll kick me again —
ever?
”

“N-no, Ma’am.” Nina’s hand swiped at her face, wiping away her tears.

Tsk. Tsk.

“As I suspected. Your panties are damp. You haven’t mastered controlling that bladder of yours very well during a spanking, have you? Let’s take care of this.” Mommy took down the damp panties, putting them in a disposable bag she retrieved from the counter, dragging Nina to lie down on a sleep mat on the floor.

“My God. That poor woman.” Brittney’s heart beat hard in her chest as she watched.

Then, in front of God and everyone, the Mommy then started to masturbate Nina. “Poor girl. Your bottom is so red. Mommy doesn’t like spanking you that hard. Let’s make it better.” With her heels next to her bottom, Nina let her knees fall open, spreading her labia, the woman so aroused that the prominent clit could be readily seen. The Mommy expertly stroked and rubbed the little nub, slipping her fingers into the sex, while with the other hand slipping a finger into her little pucker. Nina gasped, her hips rising, her belly quivering with her arousal. “Oh! Oh, God!”

“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

D
ylan 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.

* * *

L
ibby 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.”