His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (13 page)

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.

“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.

She didn’t have time to worry about the nursery at that moment though. Much more pressing concerns presented themselves once she set foot in the classroom. Sassy was marched up to the front of the room, and left to stand in front of the desk, just as Belle had been previously. Professor Maddox situated himself before her, leaning casually on the front of his desk, crossing his ankles and his arms, clenching his jaw, his eyes narrowed.

Before Sassy could utter the quip that danced on the tip of her tongue, her Daddy yanked roughly on her pale pink skirt, whisking it to her ankles in one tug, leaving her standing in her barely there white thong. Her bare ass faced the class, the bystanders who’d followed them crowding into the room to watch, joining the others who were already observing the scenes in the classroom. She reached behind her to shield her nakedness from their view.

“You lace those hands behind your head. If they come anywhere near your ass again, they’ll be cuffed and bound. Understand?” Daddy Maddox roughly placed both of her hands atop her head, expecting her immediate obedience. The Daddy Maddox role frightened her more than Professor Maddox ever did — and before today she wouldn’t have thought that humanly possible.

Sassy didn’t waste any time complying. “So... I have to answer to both of you now?”

In hindsight, that probably should have been a question she’d left floating around in her head. But once again, she acted like a human gum ball machine — whatever was in her head just rolled off her tongue, presenting itself to the world.

Dylan pinched her chin between his fingers. “Yes. Until I give further instructions, you are answering to Daddy Maddox and doing everything he says. Clear?”

Sassy nodded quietly.

“Good.” Daddy then addressed Maddox. “Professor, she’s yours for the time being. Punish her as you see fit for the name calling and disrespect.” He pivoted and sat down in a nearby chair, crossing an ankle across his knee as he observed the proceedings.

Sassy watched her Daddy’s face carefully. He didn’t seem pleased, but not overly angry either. She had no doubt in her mind though that he expected her to listen, to behave — and do as she was told.

“So, you said that you were afraid while watching the scene with Belle? Tell me why.”

Oh, God.

“Well... it was so harsh. And she was exposed to everyone. They all saw... everything.”

Maddox stood, circling her slowly, brushing a finger over her, rubbing it along the sensitive flesh of her neck, tipping her chin up. “Do you think her punishment was undeserved?”

“N-no, Sir. She was disrespectful and disobedient.”

He leaned against his desk again, smirking at her. “Interesting. It seems that someone else here today was disrespectful and disobedient too. Isn’t that true?”

Shit!

“Well... can I plead the Fifth?”

Maddox laughed out loud. “Goddamn, you’re sassy. No wonder your Daddy calls you that. No, you cannot ‘plead the Fifth.’ First, this isn’t a court of law. This place is run more like a totalitarian society. We control most aspects of your life — and how you conduct yourself on every level — while you’re here. You’ll find, girl, that curbing your sassy tongue — and obeying the dictates of this society — is in your best interests. And it’ll keep your little ass out of trouble too.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“You know what I think, Miss Johnson? I think you were afraid because part of you
liked
what you witnessed. Part of you would like to be exposed and humiliated in front of the spectators. I think it’s the same reason you were so enthralled with the medical play. Your kink more than likely is public humiliation — which is okay. But as you’ve already guessed by watching me, that doesn’t really concern me. My interest and goals are to give you the incentive to behave and to correct misbehavior — harshly, if necessary.”

Sassy swallowed uncomfortably, the butterflies in her belly becoming more pronounced.

“Calling me — or any Daddy here — names, is a pretty serious offense. I don’t believe in my years teaching — here or in the real world — that
anybody
has had the audacity to call me a ‘douchebag.’ I don’t think anyone has had the guts or stupidity to even dare. And after tonight, you won’t either. Have you been spanked as an adult, Sassy?”

She peeked out of the corner of her eye to see Dylan smirking from his chair. “Yes, Sir. Many times.”

Maddox chuckled. “I bet. Let’s begin then. Climb onto my desk. On your hands and knees, please.”

Come again?

“Sassy?” Dylan dragged her name out, low and long. “Do as you’re told.”

Shit!

She crawled onto it, her now trembling ass facing the classroom. She was thankful for the skimpy thong at least hiding some of her pussy.

“Elbows on the desk. Head down.”

“Now, wait for a—”

“Do. It.” Maddox’s voice rumbled through her core. Her belly shook at the dangerous whisper, having much more of an effect on her than shouting ever would. It was the same voice her father, Cade, used when she was a child. It was a tone that brooked no disobedience. She quickly obeyed.

She felt heat, her face and upper chest flushing deeply. Maybe Maddox was right. She hated the feeling of exposure, knowing the people were all staring at her ass. But part of her wondered if they were turned on, just as she had been with the scenes she’d witnessed earlier. Were the men turned on watching? She knew her clit had been throbbing since she’d climbed onto the desk. And though she’d never admit it to the professor, perhaps she
did
want this. Brittney pondered that possibility as she waited for what might come next. Did that mean she annoyed Dylan this way too? Did she subconsciously try to force him to punish her? What if she craved the discipline to such an extent that she pushed him with her inappropriate behavior, knowing that the boundaries and punishment would steady her, keep her centered? How had she never seen that possibility before? Maybe she needed the public play with its exhibitionism and humiliation? So far, she hadn’t seen a room or scene that didn’t intrigue her on some level. Sassy didn’t feel she wanted this on a daily level. But maybe visiting the Playpen would become a regular part of their lives?

The jingle of his belt buckle brought her back to the present, the sound making her breath freeze in her chest for a moment. She hated the strap. It was used as the most severe punishment in her teen years. Her father, a state trooper, was stern and strict. He didn’t tolerate misbehavior, and if she committed a serious offense or disobedience, he didn’t hesitate to match it with a serious punishment. Her best friend, Sunni, was learning that now, firsthand. Sunni had become her father’s “little girl” and Brittney had witnessed — and shared — a punishment with the woman on her last visit to Cade’s home.

The leather slapped against the loops and pants as Maddox quickly pulled it from his pants. “Your Daddy suggested I use the belt. He said it would be a memorable punishment. Is that so, Sassy?”

“Yes, S-sir. I hate the belt. Can we use something else?” She bothered that her voice sounded so small, a mortifying pleading note sneaking into her tone.

“Wow, quite a drastic change in your demeanor, girl.” Maddox rubbed her hip, patting her gently. “Tell me what you are afraid of, Sassy.”

“I’m scared of how much it hurts. And I’m afraid of crying.”

“Bad girls get spanked, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And really bad girls get the belt. You were a really bad girl tonight.” He let the leather brush against her backside, goose flesh rising upon her skin, making her shiver. “Your Daddy is right here watching. I’d never abuse you, or truly hurt you. I will make sure your little ass is red, and you’re crying — but I’d never take it too far. You can trust me on this.”

Sassy knew it to be true. She’d been a student of Dr. Parks for a while, had seen his character shine through. She’d never been a big fan of his — he was a little too rules-oriented and strict for her to enjoy his company — but she knew he was a man to be trusted. And her Daddy was right there. He’d know when she’d had enough, when it was time to end it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Time for these to come down.” Maddox’s finger brushed against her hips, slipping her white thong over plump backside, leaving them to rest mid-thigh.

Oh, God! They can all see my pussy now!

She knew that the classroom would be focused on the slickness of her exposed labia, as well as her pucker. She clenched her bottom cheeks in embarrassment, moaning quietly, glad that her face was buried against her arms, allowing her to hide from their gazes, if only symbolically.

“It’s a gorgeous ass, girl. And if I see correctly, it looks like you’re dripping with arousal? Is that so?”

“Oh, God,” she said, with an even louder groan.

Sassy jumped in response to a crisp, hard slap to her left buttock. “That’s not an answer. I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s my... arousal.”

“Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard.” His finger tapped her anus. “Do you feel exposed, girl? This little asshole is facing all the good people here today. Does that excite you, knowing that they can see you like this?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Daddy Dylan, there’s your answer. It seems you have a girl who loves exhibitionism. I’m thinking some consistent play here — and scheduled punishments — may be just what she needs. You may yet curb this sassy tongue after all.”