His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (11 page)

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 did. 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.

* * *

M
addox 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.

“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.