by Madison Faye
“Do you understand what I am saying, Esme?”
I nodded, trying to stay as still as I could as the knife resting on my pussy reminded me how precarious my situation was.
“Answer me the proper way,” he said firmly.
Not sure what he meant exactly, I tried to guess and replied, “Yes, sir.”
“No, you do not call me sir. Not for you. That’s too common, and I can already see that you are far from common. You will call me Daddy, dirty girl. Say it.”
I swallowed hard and with wide eyes tried one last time to beg for mercy. “Please don’t do this. I swear I won’t say a single word to the police. I’ll go to jail. I’ll do whatever Oz wants me to do and say whatever he wants me to say. I promise you that I have learned my lesson. We don’t need to do this.”
“But we do.”
“Please,” I pleaded as fresh tears fell. “I beg you.”
“You aren’t begging yet. Trust me. But you will. When I’m done with you, you will be begging for more. You will beg for my cock to be inside of you. You will plead with those tears in your eyes for my tongue to go lower and deeper. You will beg, dirty girl. Trust me. You will beg.” He pressed the knife a little harder against my mound. “Now say it. Say yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Say it louder.” The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.
“Yes, Daddy!” I said louder as I tensed. It felt good—but was so fucking wrong.
“Say it again and look me in the eyes like a good girl.”
I opened my blurry tear-filled eyes wide and stared at him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Very good,” Knox praised. “You just earned yourself a credit.” He began rubbing the knife up and down in a slow and sensual manner. He inhaled again, brought his lips to my ear, and whispered, “I smell you, dirty girl. I can smell those naughty juices of yours. I have a feeling we are going to have great fun paying your dues.”
I began to cry harder—more out of shame and humiliation this time rather than fear. My body hungered for more, and I hated myself for it.
I was his. His.
Oz was giving me mercy. My own monster.
There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say. My cries grew louder and joined the screams from the other rooms. It was a symphony of misery. A chorus of terror. And as I looked at my new Daddy—my Monster of Mercy—I realized he would be the man orchestrating it all.
Chapter Three
“So now we begin,” Knox said, removing the knife from my panties.
He raised the blade up to meet our eye level. Glancing at it, I could see it was coated with my signs of fucked-up lust and twisted sexual need. It glistened with sin. Knox was right. I was a dirty girl. Yes, filthy. So fucking wrong. I should be screaming. Demanding freedom. I should be fighting to escape, but instead I was nearly coming on a weapon used to kill.
There was a sparkle in Knox’s eye and a smirk on his face as he put the blade back in its holder on his belt. “Oz likes to watch on occasion from afar. There are cameras everywhere in this manor. He wants to make sure that the women are grateful for his mercy.” Knox’s face grew serious. “And if he doesn’t feel you are, he may revoke his mercy right away. Before your penance even begins. So, I advise you to be a good little girl. Do you understand?”
I nodded and softly said, “Yes, Daddy.” I didn’t want to die. I didn’t. I could do this. I could earn my credits. I already had one. Ninety-nine more to go. Ninety-nine more credits for my freedom and my life. I could do this. I had no choice but to do this. “What are you going to do to me?”
It suddenly dawned on me that I was still standing with my arms at my sides. Like I was a private in the army standing before a general.
Yes, sir.
No, sir.
Whatever you say, sir.
Only this time, the private was wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. I didn’t have to look down to know my nipples were hard, and I didn’t have to press my legs together to feel the leftover wetness from the kiss of the knife.
Knox took hold of my hair again and circled it around his hand. He then guided me out of the room as if my hair was a leash and I was his mangy mutt. We walked down the hallway, and I noticed that there were cameras placed in strategic places. Oz was watching. I could practically feel his eyes burning holes into my exposed flesh. When we reached the bathroom door, Knox turned to me with seriousness washed over his face. “We are going to start filming from the minute we walk into the bathroom. Oz will be watching every single moment. He wants a close-up recording so he can truly examine how grateful you are for your life and his mercy. Are you going to be able to behave and act as he would expect someone who wanted to earn reward credits would behave? I’m serious when I tell you that what you do from this point on is crucial. It will depend if you live to see tomorrow. So will you be able to do exactly as I say?”
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. In a very tiny voice, I answered, “I think so… Daddy.” The word still felt foreign, but didn’t necessarily feel more fucked up or wrong than my current situation.
My body began to tremble with the overwhelming nerves exploding from inside, but I didn’t want Oz to see that anyone had the ability to break me. I would remain strong no matter what occurred on the other side of the door.
Knox’s face lit up, and he stroked the back of my head. The act didn’t feel loving, but rather condescending. Humiliation was clearly a tactic of his. “That’s my good girl. You just do as I say and don’t fight me in the slightest. Swallow that pride that will be raging inside of you. Your pride is only the first of what you will lose while here.” He took a deep breath, as if he was nervous of what was to come. Would Oz order him to kill me if I acted out? Most likely. “Once Oz sees that you are coming along nicely, he won’t require so much monitoring.” He opened the door and gave a nod to a man who stood at a video camera. “That is Gage. He will be recording this session tonight.”
I walked into the pristine bathroom, fiddling with my fingers as I gave Gage a small awkward nod. I was standing in nothing but my panties in front of a complete stranger. Two complete strangers, though I had already been more intimate with Knox than most men in my past. I didn’t know what to do or say to Gage, but I could see the red light was on the camera and knew that there was no turning back. Oz was watching.
“All right, my sparrow,” Knox began. “Let’s get you out of those panties.” His command was firm.
Only pausing to appreciate my breasts for a moment, Knox took hold of my panties, squatting as he pulled them down all the way to my ankles and lifted my feet one at a time to step out of them.
Glancing up and staring at my exposed and completely bare body, he scowled and stood up. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
I flinched at his words and the stern expression on his face. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I did exactly as he had asked.
“Only very bad girls have hair on their pussies,” he lectured.
I glanced down at my brown little curls of hair and then back at him in disbelief.
“We do not tolerate our soiled sparrow to ever have body hair. This is not acceptable.”
He took a step forward, lifted my arm, and ran his fingertips along my armpit, nodded, and then ran his hand down the front of my leg and nodded again.
“Lucky for you and your ass, you at least took care of the rest of your body hair. But,” he said as he went and sat on the edge of the tub, “you will still be punished.” He patted his lap, which I assumed meant he wanted me to lie over it.
“I… I’m sorry.” I had no idea what to say or do. The humiliation of this entire conversation was almost too much to endure.
“Mistakes happen. This manor is all about mistakes. But that does not mean that there won’t be consequences.” He patted his lap once more. “Now come here. I haven’t got all day.”
Oh, Jesus.
This was it. I w
as about to be spanked for the first time in my entire life. Spanked over a man’s knee. Was this really happening? Was I really standing naked in front of two men and a camera? All because of my betrayal of a powerful and ruthless man. Death or… shame and humiliation?
My legs trembled and when I took my first step, I wondered if my knees would buckle from beneath me. As if I were moving in slow motion, I somehow reached Knox and placed my body over his lap, feeling the firmness of his thighs beneath my belly.
“Now before we start,” he said as he ran his palm along my naked behind. “Some punishments will be worth more credits than others. You obviously want the punishments that earn you more if you want to leave this manor any time soon.”
I nodded as I stared at the tiled floor beneath me.
“Each credit will depend on severity.”
I nodded again.
“To begin with, we will only do a single credit punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I am giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’”
Swat.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.” The words sounded as if they were spoken by someone else other than me.
Swat.
I gasped when the sting began to set in. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
Swat.
I squinted my eyes. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
Swat.
“Ow!” Fuck, it was starting to hurt. Far more than I thought it would.
Knox spanked me several more times. “What are you supposed to say?” he asked in a warning voice.
Oz was watching.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth!” I cried out as my ass heated up with every second that passed. Each swat hurt more and more, and I wasn’t sure how many of the searing blows I could take.
He brought his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasped at how the pain radiated through my core.
“Good girls,” I squeaked, “keep their cunts smooth!”
He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs.
“Please!” I begged. “It hurts!”
My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Knox held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrified me as to what else he was capable of.
Finally, as I lay gasping for air, Knox paused, rubbed my skin, which felt as if it had been stung by a million hornets, and asked, “Shall we try this again?”
Swat.
I did not hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“Now that is truly my good girl,” he praised, which actually did fill me with a sense of warmth and pride.
Swat.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“We will do ten more, and then your spanking will be over. You have earned a credit. Be brave, my sparrow.”
Chapter Four
I hadn’t even realized the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that Gage had the camera pointed to my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.
Knox kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask Knox when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra credits? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more credits? Right now, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to, however.
Knox rubbed his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good girl. This is the first of many punishments to learn your lesson.” Without warning, he moved his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moved them around and collected my juices of arousal. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”
I shamelessly wiggled against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything… He was right. I had enjoyed it. Maybe not the actual pain of it. I didn’t think I actually liked the feeling of being spanked, but my body was on fire just as my ass was. How could a spanking that I was literally begging for him to stop do this to me? The only explanation was that the feeling of desire was far better than the feeling of fear.
“Do you want Daddy to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only ran along my folds, teasing me with how close they were to giving me what I wanted so badly.
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice cracked as I all but pleaded my answer.
He pulled his hand away quickly and gave me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Shattered sparrows with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”
He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he was satisfied. He then took the removable showerhead off the base and pulled the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He kept it face down and motioned for me to get into the bathtub.
I stepped into the tub feeling a sense of mortification. How I wished I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I had never done so before. All the men I had ever been with before just got what they got. I didn’t care or even give it a thought. But with Knox and Gage, and even Oz who I knew was watching my humiliation, it filled me with so much shame that I wasn’t presented better. It gave them the upper hand. Knox had managed to make me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty shattered sparrow as he so often liked to call me. I was his dirty bird, and yet, the thought of that made my tummy flip in anticipation of what that would mean, and how he would try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered as Knox directed the stream of water between my legs.
“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”
I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gage was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Knox, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy and I wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
Knox squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor, and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became free of the hair and I could actually see what the most intimate and secret part of my body truly looked like. It was odd to see a body part of mine that I hadn’t really seen before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really didn’t know what my pussy looked like completely bare until Knox grabbed the showerhead and once again directed it at my spread legs.
I couldn’t help but gasp and releas
e a tiny moan when the pressure from the water made contact on my highly sensitive clit that was so needy for attention. It took everything I had not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figured such an act would land me back over Knox’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls were supposed to act.
My gasp and moan, however, made Knox smile. “My sparrow likes her shower time.” He kept the water where it was, watching as the flowing streams of water were building my pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned as I could feel the orgasm nearing.
“But,” he said as he shut the shower off, “bath time is not fully over yet. Although I will give you another credit for remaining so still.”
He reached for my hand and helped me out of the bathtub. I groaned in disappointment, and my head felt a little light from getting up so quickly. My bare pussy screamed in protest with the need for completion, but there was nothing I could do. I was at my monster’s mercy.
“Dry her off while I get a new angle,” Gage said as he lifted the camera that was on a tripod to a different spot in the bathroom. “Oz will want to see every bit of the enema clearly.”
“Enema?” I asked as Knox wrapped a pink fluffy towel around my body.
“Yes, Esme. Bath time is to get all parts of your body clean. My guess is that you have never had one,” Knox said as he went under the sink and pulled out what looked like a large rubber whoopee cushion deflated and some plastic tubing.
“No, I haven’t.”
Knox looked over his shoulder with a stern look and Gage came up from behind and swatted me hard on the butt. Luckily, my towel helped block some of the sting, but it still had me yelping.
“No, what?” Knox asked with warning laced in his words.
“No… no, Daddy. I have never had an enema before.” I didn’t want one. Unlike the idea of a spanking, this did not give me butterflies in my tummy. This didn’t look like it would be worth any credit at all.
“Which is exactly why you are going to receive one,” Gage said as he walked back toward the camera. “You need to be nice and clean for any anal discipline.”
