Daddy Jake just had way too much strength. He held her down and he whipped her and Jeannie had to close her eyes because she couldn’t bear to look at Hannah who had started to get her own whipping now—the first time, Jeannie thought, that the redhead had received the terrible prison strap.
She heard Hannah screaming in agony, and Jeannie screamed too. She heard the cots creaking under both of them as both girls tried and failed to get away. Jeannie felt certain she would hear Hannah beg, now, to be allowed to spread her punished bottom-cheeks for her daddy, but no such sound came from the other cot. Hannah cried out, and sobbed, but said nothing.
“The hard way, then,” Daddy Kevin said grimly.
Jeannie’s whole backside burned with the lines of flame the prison strap left across it. She felt her body writhe, her hips buck, and she understood dimly, and very suddenly, and yet with great certainty, that she could get through it. She realized above all that Daddy Jake knew what he was doing.
He knows I need it. The thought floated in even above the pain, just as Daddy Jake stopped whipping her.
“You know what to do, girls,” his voice said.
Jeannie bit her lip. She did know. She didn’t really know why she needed to do it for herself as well as for her daddy, but what he had given her with his voice and his strap made that question unimportant. She reached her hands back and cried out at the half-soothing, half-painful touch of her own fingers on her punished bottom-cheeks.
She heard Hannah give a little sob, and she opened her eyes because she had to see: the other girl, on the other cot, made to do the very same shameful thing. Hannah’s tear-streaked face turned to look at Jeannie, too, forehead deeply creased and cheeks blazing pink. Jeannie saw Hannah’s fingers tighten a little on her spread cheeks, and she saw the way that made Hannah’s hips jerk over the end of the cot. Jeannie’s fingers did the same thing, and she cried out at the feeling, the heat that seemed to rush forward so that the need between her legs grew and grew.
Jeannie had felt something like that need, when she had written the note to Mike. She had thought she could fuck him in the French room and satisfy it. She hadn’t understood about Advanced Guidance, about what a bad girl needs.
Hannah’s hips moved rhythmically now, and Jeannie thought she might faint at the lewd sight—and at the sight of Daddy Kevin putting his left hand atop the red-haired girl’s waist as his right hand reached down. Jeannie sobbed, then, because Daddy Jake’s strong hand did the same thing, holding her in place though he didn’t need to do that anymore, really. At the same moment Daddy Kevin’s fingers reached Hannah’s pussy, Jeannie felt Daddy Jake’s in the same place on her body.
“Oh, no,” she whispered, then, because his thumb had something cool and slick on it, and he had pressed it against the little place they had gotten so nice and clean for him. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” His fingers, in her pussy, spreading her wetness onto her clit, made her say that.
“Please,” Hannah breathed. “Oh, Daddy. Please.”
To hold their bottoms open like that for their daddies seemed like the most shameful thing in the world, and so the thing bad girls in Advanced Guidance should be made to do most often. She whimpered with need when Daddy Jake’s hand left her pussy and her bottom, and she bit her lip as she heard him taking off his clothes.
She had closed her eyes for a moment, overcome with the pleasure her daddy’s skillful hand had brought. Now she opened them to see Daddy Kevin behind Hannah, his shirt already off so that Jeannie could see the washboard abs that made her tummy flutter. Then she saw his hard cock again, and the bad-girl naughtiness of this training room, where two young women bent over for discipline and fucking by their well-hung daddies, brought raging heat to her face and to her pussy at the same time.
Jeannie’s breath caught in her throat as she felt her own daddy’s cock pressing against her pussy lips, his own hands covering her wrists to ensure she couldn’t take her hands from her whipped bottom.
“Just a little while in these wet cunts, girls,” Daddy Kevin said, and then Jeannie and Hannah cried out in unison as their daddies started to fuck them for the first time. Daddy Jake and Daddy Kevin stayed in their pussies for just long enough that Jeannie knew Hannah, like Jeannie herself, had come tantalizingly close to coming.
Then, as if on some signal, both daddies pulled their hard penises out of their bad girls. In confusion Jeannie felt Daddy Jake move her right hand, expertly making her put it under her hips, placing her fingers on her clit. Hannah’s whimpers made Jeannie turn her face to see that Daddy Kevin had done the same to her.
“Show me how bad you can be, sweetheart,” Jeannie’s daddy said. “Make yourself come while I fuck your bottom.”
His hand released hers, and then, only an instant later, she felt the soft but firm head of his cock pressing against her tiny hole.
“Keep spreading this bottom,” Daddy Jake growled.
Jeannie cried out, feeling completely overwhelmed by all the sensations flooding her nervous system: the pain of her whipped bottom, the discomfort of even the gentle pressure from Daddy Jake’s hardness on her virginal anus, the pleasure from her clit as she began to masturbate desperately.
Then, in a rush that made her gasp and then moan, long and low, even as she heard what sounded like an answering moan from Hannah, all of it seemed to fit together, and all of it turned to pure ecstasy. She felt her bottom open, and she thought of the enema room, and her cheeks burned, but even the shame and the violated modesty contributed to her bad-girl pleasure.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Daddy Jake murmured, as Jeannie felt his enormous hardness begin to enter her. She felt terribly open, terribly spread, and her fingers moved down to the pussy her daddy had chosen not to use and she started to come so hard that Daddy Jake had to hold her down so that she wouldn’t get away.
Jeannie didn’t want to get away, though. She wanted…
I want what my daddy wants.
I want…
The huge cock pressed in, and Jeannie cried out and heard Hannah cry out at the same time. In long strokes that pushed in more firmly each time, Daddy Jake started to fuck her bottom.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, the urgent fingers on her clit turning the discomfort into another wild orgasm that seemed to start in her back and explode up her spine.
I want guidance. If this is guidance… I want guidance. Advanced Guidance.
Above her and behind her Daddy Jake groaned softly, and Jeannie knew the sound had come from the pleasure her daddy got in her virgin bottom—the naughty bottom he had had cleaned for him… the bad-girl bottom he had whipped. The fingers of her left hand squeezed gently, feeling the welts from the prison strap. Daddy Jake drove his hardness into her smallest, most private place. Jeannie closed her eyes and cried out, and came again, just as she felt her daddy spurt his seed into her backside.
Hannah gave a little sob, and Jeannie felt certain it had indicated one of her new friend’s quiet orgasms. Hannah needed Advanced Guidance too—it felt good to know they both did, in their own ways. Daddy Kevin grunted, and the creaking of the other cot died away, with a whimper from Hannah as if she too had felt her daddy come in her newly opened anus.
Jeannie opened her eyes to see Hannah looking back at her. The sight of Daddy Kevin behind her with his cock still in her bottom, just as Daddy Jake’s remained in Jeannie, made Jeannie blush. She didn’t know how she could still have any modesty left, but Hannah’s own pink face told her that her friend felt it too.
She remembered suddenly what the judge had said: I get the pleasure and you get the shaft. It hadn’t really been true, had it? For girls like Hannah and Jeannie, getting the shaft was getting the pleasure, wasn’t it?
But…
Jeannie felt Daddy Jake stroking her bottom as he slowly began to withdraw.
“Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, twenty-three?” Daddy Jake’s voice rumbled through her body. “You have a question?”
“When you turn a ba
d girl into a fuck toy…” On the other cot, Jeannie saw Hannah bite her lip, as if she knew what Jeannie meant to ask, and wanted her to ask it, but could hardly bear to listen.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Jeannie’s daddy said.
“Is she allowed to like it?”
The daddies laughed. Hannah’s face had gone from pink to crimson.
“Yes, Jeannie,” Daddy Jake said, making Jeannie open her eyes wide with surprise at his even knowing her name. “That’s what Advanced Guidance is all about.”
The End
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The Institute: Bad Girls Series
Where Bad Girls Go
When Lucy Baskin was first brought to a home for wayward girls on Oak Street, she thought nothing could be more embarrassing than having her bare bottom spanked by her government-assigned daddy. But then she tried to escape and got herself sent to the place where bad girls go.
At this special facility, she will be punished and trained by not one strict daddy, but three, all of whom will use and enjoy her beautiful body in any way they please. Though she is already blushing as she is led naked through the doors of the building and then restrained for a painful, humiliating paddling, the truly shocking nature of what awaits Lucy becomes even more clear as she is cleansed, bathed, and informed she will need to earn the privilege of wearing clothing.
Despite her situation, being made to submit to the firm-handed dominance of three handsome daddies leaves Lucy shamefully aroused, and it isn’t long before she is quivering with helpless, desperate need as she begs to be taken hard and thoroughly. But when her training is complete and the time comes for her to be claimed by the stern, sexy billionaire who has purchased her, will Lucy finally be ready to put aside her defiance and surrender to her body’s demands?
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What Bad Girls Need
After she is caught stealing from her company, Drina Peterson knows she is in trouble, but she has no idea how much. Only when three stern, handsome men strip her bare during the drive to a special correctional facility does she begin to realize she is about to get what bad girls need.
Though a painful, humiliating strapping leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside before she even arrives at her destination, Drina cannot hide her helpless arousal when her captors make it clear that she will be calling them daddy from now on, and her need for them only grows more intense as they punish and master her in the most shameful ways imaginable.
As her naked, quivering body is brought ever closer to a shattering climax but never allowed over the edge, Drina soon finds herself longing to be taken hard and thoroughly, even if it means begging her new daddies to spank her until she is red and sore and ready to be claimed.
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What Bad Girls Get
When she is caught shoplifting, nineteen-year-old Sophie Clarke is sent to a special facility to be reformed and corrected at the hands of three very strict daddies who will not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly for the slightest bit of disobedience. But as the stern, sexy men set about taming and training Sophie, a burning backside soon proves to be the least of her worries.
Though she is determined to resist both their skilled dominance and her own helpless arousal, Sophie’s new daddies have plenty of experience breaking naughty girls, and the harder she fights the more her need for them increases. But when she finally surrenders to her body’s demands, will Sophie be ready for an even more shameful role as a plaything for a platoon of soldiers?
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How Bad Girls Learn
After she resists arrest while living on the streets, nineteen-year-old Georgia Jones is sent where bad girls go. But the government has more than just correction and reform in mind for Georgia, and when her training at the special facility is complete she is given to stern, handsome Master Sergeant David Heath to be used for his enjoyment as well as that of the soldiers of his platoon.
Discipline on the base is strict, and when Georgia fails in her duties she is sentenced to be stripped, spanked, and shamefully ravaged by the master sergeant and his men. But when an enemy attack disrupts the proceedings, will her punishment be called off or merely delayed?
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The Institute Series
Bought and Trained
Desperate to be dominated, twenty-five-year-old Rose signs up for a concubine training program and agrees to have her memory of consenting erased, allowing her to experience being forced to explore her fantasies of complete and utter submission.
Leo, a skilled case-agent for the program, captures Rose and puts her through a strict training regimen, in which her body is no longer her own but instead is Leo’s to command. He brings her to the Institute where she meets her training partner, Hannah, and also meets other men who she learns to call ‘master.’ During her time at the Institute, Rose is taught that obedience is not optional and that defiance will result in ever more humiliating punishments.
Once their training is complete, Rose and Hannah are purchased by a master and mistress and are brought back to the couple’s villa in the Caribbean. The girls thrive in their new roles, but when a traumatic experience causes Rose’s memory of her consent to come flooding back, will her realization that she wanted all of this from the beginning bring everything crashing down?
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An Extreme Marriage
When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price.
Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage.
Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot?
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Breaking Abigail
As eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret pleasures herself in her family’s summer-house, she cries out the name of Mark LeMarchand, the man she secretly loves. She has no idea that he stands steps away, ready to do what she most desires: strip her naked, spank her hard, and take her even harder. But as a result of her stern upbringing, Abigail finds herself unable to give herself to Mark no matter how badly she longs for it.
Mark is determined to help Abigail, and with the assistance of wealthy friends he creates the Institute, a place where women agree to have their memory of consent suppressed by hypnosis in order to free them to enjoy their submission fully. When Mark tells Abigail about the Institute, she realizes it may be her only chance at real happiness.
After agreeing to the program, Abigail wakes up at the Institute and meets Master Ian, under whose firm hand she wi
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At Leo’s Command
When twenty-three-year-old Kristen Harper peeks through a window and witnesses a man giving a woman a bare-bottom spanking, the sight ignites desires she has ignored for too long. After Kristen sees the same man get into a van with a company’s logo, she calls the company to make an appointment, hoping to experience for herself what she glimpsed in the window.
The man turns out to be Leo Hastert, one of the top trainers at the Institute, a place dedicated to giving women like Kristen exactly what they need. After her call, Leo visits Kristen’s home, spanks her long and hard, and takes her in all the ways she’s longed for a man to have her. Everything is perfect… until Leo informs Kristen that she can’t be his. What he can do for her, though, is take her to the Institute, where she will be fully trained as a submissive.
Kristen volunteers for the Institute, but she’s not ready to say goodbye to Leo, and as her training continues he is stunned by his intense and growing feelings for her as well. Can Leo stay professional and play his role in Kristen’s training, or will he decide that having Kristen as his own is worth any price?
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