Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
All eyes turned to a long mahogany table in the midst of the hall, laden with an assortment of implements that made my heart jump—wooden paddles in various sizes, leather straps laid in neat rows, slender canes with crooked ends like something from a Victorian novel.
“Please,” Jax continued, “explore the possibilities. Each girl must receive at least ten strokes before being used. This ensures they’ll be properly receptive to your attentions.”
The men surged toward the table, eager hands reaching for the implements of punishment. I watched in horrified fascination as they selected their weapons, testing the weight and flexibility with practiced movements that suggested this wasn’t their first time administering such discipline, or maybe just indicated how urgently they’d always wanted to give it a try.
Jax squeezed my shoulder and gestured for Oscar and Viktor to join us onstage. That’s when I noticed something that made my blood run cold—a padded bench identical to the ones in the main hall, positioned center stage. It could only be meant for me.
As the first cries began to fill the hall, along with the crack and thwack of leather and wood meeting tender flesh, Oscar and Viktor stepped close to Jax, their voices dropping to a confidential murmur. I stood perfectly still, straining to hear their words over the growing cacophony of pain and pleasure.
“Our men are in position,” Oscar said, his voice barely audible. “The guys marked for elimination are all here, as promised.”
Viktor nodded, his cold eyes sweeping the room. “The moment you give the signal, they will be taken care of. Permanently.”
I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was exactly what Jax had warned me about—the moment when everything would change. I forced myself to remain outwardly calm, though inside I was screaming.
Jax nodded almost imperceptibly. “Good. We’ll proceed as planned. But first…” His hand moved to the small of my back, guiding me toward the waiting bench. “I believe our guests expect a proper demonstration.”
Oscar’s lips curved into a predatory smile as he reached for the buttons of my blouse. “Indeed they do. Shall we show them how a true professional disciplines a bad girl?”
I trembled as Viktor’s massive hands joined Oscar’s, their fingers working quickly to remove my clothing. The blouse fell away, followed by my skirt, leaving me standing before the assembled crowd in nothing but my training bra, special panties, knee socks, and collar.
Jax guided me to the bench and pressed me down over it. His large hands positioned my body exactly as he wanted it, spreading my legs slightly and securing leather restraints around my wrists and ankles. My chest pressed against the cool leather as my bottom was positioned high, facing the crowd of leering men. I couldn’t see them anymore, but I could feel their hungry stares burning into my exposed flesh.
“Gentlemen,” Jax called out, his voice carrying over the growing sounds of punishment and pleasure filling the hall. “As you begin to enjoy your evening’s entertainment, allow me to demonstrate the proper preparation of a bad girl, in case any of you are in doubt.”
I felt his fingers at the waistband of my special panties, playing with the delicate fabric. My face burned with humiliation as he addressed the crowd.
“These special panties are designed specifically for bad girls who need regular reminders of who controls their most intimate areas. Note the pearl button closure in the back—only Daddy can open it. Only Daddy can decide when she may use the bathroom, and when she may be touched.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “And only Daddy can decide when she will be punished.”
Behind me, the sounds from the hall intensified—sharp cracks of leather on flesh, feminine cries of pain mingling with masculine grunts of approval. Then came new sounds—deeper groans of male pleasure and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh as the men began to claim their prizes. I heard a girl’s voice rise in a high-pitched wail, not entirely of pain, as someone penetrated her roughly.
“You see,” Jax continued, his fingers moving to the pearl button, “once her bottom is properly warmed, she’ll accept anything her daddies wish to do to her. I’m going to take down my Little Lulu’s special panties for her punishment, but before you fuck her I’ll raise them, of course, and open the button, to make sure she understands her responsibilities to her daddy and his friends.”
Cool air brushed against my bare pussy as my daddy slowly lowered my panties, exposing my bottom and pussy to the appreciative murmurs of Oscar, Viktor, and whoever else might be watching from the hall.
I heard the swish of leather through the air before I felt the first impact of the paddle. It landed with a meaty thwack across the fullest part of my bottom, spreading a bloom of warmth rather than sharp pain. I gasped nonetheless, my body jerking slightly against the restraints.