“Yes, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Once Mark came back to his desk, Maddox brought them around, showing them the different rooms and venues in the club. One room had several playpens with babygirls dressed in drop-seat jammies and a Daddy, Mommy, and Nanny. A very stern, paddling nanny. When they walked by, a woman was lying in her lap, the drop-seat unbuttoned, and her bottom a dark shade of red, spanked with a stout maple paddle.
The next room, booming with loud music, had a bunch of women dressed as teenagers, seemingly every single one of them engrossed in using their cell phones. There was a stern Mommy there, who was giving chores to everyone, while a Daddy stood watch in the doorway, as if waiting to assist as needed.
Then there was a school room with a male and female teacher, one with a cane and one with a ruler, walking up and down rows of girls, watching for cheating or any rules violations.
Libby leaned over, whispering in Sassy’s ear, “I’m going to be in the classroom tonight. That’s why I’m wearing my skirt. Daddy is going to be a teacher. He’s good at that, as you know.” She giggled, the sound of it contagious, until soon enough they were all laughing, feeding off her excitement.
“And now you’ll have to explain to your classmates why your fanny is red already. Naughty girl, misbehaving before you even get to the classroom may require a spanking from Mrs. Batts.”
Sassy’s eyes widened, but she stayed silent. Dylan assumed Mrs. Batts had a mean swing with the cane clutched in her fist.
The next room they entered was a regular BDSM room with different sets of equipment, Daddy Doms and their girls occupying some of the devices. Dimmed track lighting let atmosphere to the space. Adding to the sensuality of the room, the smell of sex, arousal, and sweat filled her nostrils. On the far left wall, there was a St. Andrew’s cross, empty now. Not far away, there was a bare-bottomed woman over a spanking bench, weeping pitifully. A large man in leather pants and vest murmured softly behind her, whispering words no one else could hear. He paused, stroking her red bottom before resuming his paddling of her backside. Against the right wall, among chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling, a lithe, blindfolded woman stood naked, her wrists bound in cuffs. Her Dom and Daddy stood behind her with a suede flogger, sensually stroking the long soft threads across her back.
Sassy had read about these things on the internet and in her romance books, but to see it in living color was a different matter completely.
Maddox waved his arm around the room. “These are for those of us who don’t want to do role play and just want to enjoy doing a scene. Most nights, we’re in here, but now and then Libby desires participating in a particular room. Even if you don’t wish to do age play every day, it can be fun to explore in a safe environment and determine if it’s something that works for you as a couple.”
The scent of leather, sex, and oil reached his nose, the pine hardwood floor gleaming under the muted lights. The St. Andrew’s cross dominated one wall, while along another, a spanking bench, and a medical table could be seen. There were several couples in various stages of scenes all being supervised by guards. Dylan appreciated the cleanliness and safety in every room.
Maddox then turned around, walking across the hall. “This is the bar and dance area. They limit drinks to two a night — and they’re very strict with that rule. Every room has closed circuit video surveillance, the cameras monitored by staff in our audio/video room. If a safe word is used and action doesn’t stop, guards will be all over the scene. There is no need to be concerned here.” The room was dark with burgundy painted walls, hardwood floors, and regular maple tables and chairs. A large, gleaming oak and leather bar ran the entire length of one wall. There were comfortable couches with Doms providing aftercare to their subs. A few couples were dancing, but most were sitting, chatting with friends.
Dylan, sitting with Libby, Maddox and Sassy at a table near the bar area, smiled at Maddox. “I think we’re going to be happy here. I look forward to trying... just about everything.”
Snapping his finger, Maddox turned to Dylan. “Oh, and before I forget, we have parties and different nights for celebrations. Also, there are classes either during the day on the weekends, or some evenings. Feel free to take any course you’re interested in. It’s all part of the membership. So, if you’re comfortable with it, I’ll give you some brochures and informational packets and an application for membership.”
“Oh, I think Sassy and I would love to have the information,” Dylan said, “I’ll make sure to gather the—”
A waitress walked up to the table. “Excuse me. Do you guys want a drink or something?”
Maddox leaned back in his chair. “No, you excuse me, little girl. You do not interrupt a Daddy. And just who trained you to ask a question in a manner like that?”
Dylan looked her up and down. She had a short, pale blue dress with a white pinafore, matching socks and Mary Jane’s. A little girl.
“I’m tired,” she said with a whine. “And my feet hurt. I just want to get your drinks so I can sit down.”
The sound set Dylan’s teeth on edge, and from the clenching of Maddox’s jaw, it was clear he felt the same way.
“Get your Daddy. Now.” Maddox’s voice dropped to a growl, both the girls at the table sitting up straight, dropping their gazes.
“Oh no!” The waitress turned, quickly walking up to the bartender. She pointed at Maddox, who waved to the gentleman. Jim, the bartender, shook his head, picking up an intercom and speaking into it.
Just a few seconds later, a very tall, broad-shouldered man came down the stairs, his steps slow, measured as he walked up to the table. “I’m Daddy Logan.” Logan addressed everyone, then turning toward his little girl. “Guess you need a spanking, from what I’m hearing. What did you do, bad girl?”
“I don’t need one. I don’t! I’m tired, and my feet hurt. I just came up to the table and asked them what they wanted to drink — and this man had a fit!” She linked her arm in the crook of his elbow. “I think he’s trying to get me in trouble, Daddy.”
“Belle, you must not recognize him. That is Professor Parks, from the classroom. He paddled your naughty ass over there about a month ago now. So, I don’t think he’d set out to get you into trouble. It’s not what Daddie’s do. And Daddy Maddox would never lie about a little. What happened here, Maddox?”
Maddox cleared his throat. “First, she interrupting us while we were speaking.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Then, instead of politely asking if she could take our order, she asked ‘do you guys wanna drink or something?’ It is not the way we train our subs here. I know, because I help with the training.”
“You’re right about that. She’s been taught better both at home and here.” Logan put his hands on his hips, looking at his girl. Then, with a smirk, he turned back to Maddox. “You know, you’re teaching in the classroom tonight, aren’t you, Professor?”
“Yes.” Maddox looked at his phone. “In about a half hour.”
“Perfect. I think my Belle will be in class tonight. This way she gets to rest her feet, and you’ll get to teach her a lesson in politeness — and what happens when you interrupt the teacher.”
“I think that’s an excellent solution to this situation, Daddy Logan.” Maddox shifted his attention to Belle. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes, sitting at your desk. Don’t be late, young lady.”
“Oh, no!” Belle said, whining. “I don’t want to do this. At all.” But her Daddy walked away with her, giving her a hard swat that sounded like a thunderclap.
Maddox chuckled, looking at Sassy. “And that’s how naughty girls are disciplined here.” He pointed his finger at her. “Or they are taken to a private room to be paddled in private with their Daddy. But more often than not, Daddies prefer the public humiliation of one of the play rooms here. Best to keep it in mind.”
“I’m sure you know as well as I do, my Sassy has some trouble with her mouth and being impulsive.
It not a matter of if she’ll be disciplined, but when.” Dylan laughed, regardless of the glare she sent his way.
“And that right there.” He made a circle with his forefinger in the direction of her face. “Making a face like that to a stern, sadistic Dom here may end up getting your butt paddled faster than you want.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked to Dylan. He shrugged back at her. The choice was always hers on how things progressed. She hadn’t learned that quite yet.
Chapter 7
Sassy looked over at Libby, who solemnly nodded her head. The thought of getting her ass paddled by a sadistic Dom may actually make her behave. And Daddies spanked their wives in front of other people? In public?
How could that be? They’d just bare my bottom and paddle me in front of these strangers?
Maddox raised his eyebrows in her direction. “Yes, little girl. That sassy mouth you have? You may find yourself getting blistered for it — finally.”
Well, that deteriorated fast.
He laughed. “Yes, indeed. I just hope I’m here when you spout off one of your lippy remarks. It’d be even better if it were directed at me. The personal satisfaction of meting out your punishment would be beyond gratifying.”
Brittney felt a retort on her lips, but swallowed it down. The ominous threat hung over her like a cloud. She had no desire to find herself ass up over her professor’s knee, much less in the quite exposed bar area.
“Good girl, Sassy.” Dylan chucked her under the chin. “Nice restraint.”
Damn him.
Maddox addressed Dylan. “Does she always have this fire?”
Dylan smirked, and with a pride she’d never understand, he responded, “Yep. Every day. And much to my delight, it gives me the chance to spank that cute ass as often as I want. More than I want, most days.”
The professor burst into laughter. “I bet. To each their own. My Libby is some work, don’t get me wrong, but after four years, she’s settled into knowing what I’ll tolerate — and what I won’t. Haven’t you, Libby Lou?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Speaking of which, we better get to the classroom. I want to be there early enough to see our bad girl waitress come in and start with her humiliation immediately.” He rose from the table, shaking Dylan’s hand. “Feel free to watch our classroom if you’d like, or wander around and find what interests you both. We’ll be done in about ninety minutes. Enjoy yourselves.” He paused, wagging his finger at Sassy. “And you behave, young lady. Or at a minimum, make sure you don’t misbehave until I’m around.”
Instead of spewing the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of her tongue, she smiled sweetly. “Yes, Professor.”
Maddox shook his head. “Sassy brat!”
* * *
Sassy held her Daddy’s hand, her mouth hanging open as she watched all the activities in the different rooms. She had no interest, she believed, in the “babygirl” room but found her clit throbbing just watching it. A Daddy and a Mommy were in the room as well as a Nanny, and the cuddling and rocking seemed very nice. She’d been a loved child, the apple of her Daddy’s eye, never needing or wanting for attention. Hell, if anything, Brittney may have had too much attention. Her father had hovered, watching her behavior and moods, knowing when she wasn’t feeling well, or was upset. But the idea of sitting on that large beast of a man’s lap, and having stories read to her while the chair rocked, stirred cozy feelings within her.
“You’ve been told time and time again that you don’t kick at me when I’m dressing you. Today, Little Miss, you’ll be getting a reminder.” The Mommy sat on a hard-backed chair, tossing the now crying babygirl over her lap.
Her dress had ridden up her legs and showed the white panties on her now writhing bottom. The woman in trouble screeched, her hands reaching to cover her bottom.
Mommy slapped the back of her thighs, tucking her against her hip. “You will move your hands. Now.”
The misbehaving woman wrapped her hands around the rungs of the chair, her knuckles white. “No, Mommy. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to change my clothes. We can do it now. I’ll wear them now. I promise. No kicking. I won’t kick.” She craned her head back, tears running down her cheeks, frantically pleading. “Pleeeeeeeease.”
“It’s too late for promises. But it’s never too late for a good spanking. Let’s get you bared, and start now.” Mommy pushed the girl’s dress up, folding it carefully in the middle of her back. She bared her bottom for everyone to see.
Sassy felt her face flush with embarrassment for the woman. Turning, Brittney looked at her Daddy. “God, that would be awful.”
Dylan nodded in agreement. “But you have to admit that she deserves every bit of it. You don’t kick anyone. In my opinion, she asked for this.” He rested his hand on Sassy’s bottom, squeezing her cheeks through her short skirt, sliding a finger under the elastic of her panties, easing between her lips. She widened her stance, giving him easier access to her sex.
Focusing on the scene before her, she felt her arousal climbing with his ministrations prodding her along.
Mommy picked her head up. “Joey, I need you to bring me the hairbrush on my dresser.”
Joey was a girl, dressed in drop-seat pajamas, who stood up immediately upon hearing her name, and with huge doe-eyed green eyes, shook her head.
“Wrong answer, Joey. Unless you’d like me to use the belt on you, you’ll move your adorable little ass to get the hairbrush. What would your Daddy say? Should we tell him that you said no?”
Well, wasn’t that a definite threat!
Joey didn’t just walk to get the brush; she ran. “No, Mommy. Don’t tell my Daddy, please!” She ran back with the brush, handing it to her as if it were on fire.
Mommy shook it in front of Joey. “You, my girl, do not say ‘no.’ I’m glad you listened, but you should have done that the first time I asked. Turn around, please.”
Joey turned, whining behind her closed lips. Mommy gave her backside several hard cracks of the brush, holding her still with one hand, grasping her by the elbow. Even Nina moaned, listening to Mommy spank Joey. “Now, sit on the naughty stool in the corner until I’m done with Nina here.”
Joey ran, her pink bottom exposed from the now open drop seat, easing herself onto the hard wooden seat marked with the words naughty stool.
“Now, Nina, let’s take care of your naughtiness. Do we use our feet to communicate?”
“No, Ma’am. I won’t do it again.” Her face was hidden behind her hair, her hands still clinging to the rungs of the chair.
“Oh, you certainly won’t do it again, trust me. You’ll have a sore bottom for a while for this bit of disobedience.”
Dylan whispered into Brittney’s ear. “Looks like things are going to get somber in here.”
“Yes.” Brittney didn’t even know Nina, and she already felt sorry for the poor woman.
The Mommy threw her leg over Nina’s, wrapping her arm around her waist and let the brush fly so fast and so hard, the implement looked like a brown blur. Poor Nina went from zero to sobbing in seconds. Brittney gasped, holding her neck with her hand. It was the most terrifying thing she’d seen in a long time.
Mommy didn’t lecture; Brittney assumed because Mommy Corinne knew the naughty girl wouldn’t — or couldn’t — listen while the trouncing occurred.
“Oh! Oh, no!” Nina shouted, other words unintelligible sounds interspersed between her cries of pain. The gathering inside and around the room had grown; bystanders seemingly drawn to her sobbing and screeching. Brittney heard a few men murmuring to each other.
“That fucking needed to happen!” or “Jesus, about fucking damn time someone gave her a proper ass beating” or “Nice to see a hairbrush being used appropriately on that sassy ass.”
It made Sassy pity the poor girl. No one felt sympathy that the spanked woman was exposed and humiliated in front of her peers. Daddy took the opportunity to slip two fingers into Sassy’s sex, pumping her hard, easil
y hidden by her skirt. Between his insistent prodding of her secret places and watching the intense punishment before her, she clenched around him, milking him. When Dylan tapped her clit, slipping her hood back, she shivered, her orgasm overtaking her. The only reason Sassy didn’t scream with her release was because he covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside, successfully swallowing her shout of ecstasy. Once her body stopped shaking with remnant tremors, he slipped his fingers out, sucking them fastidiously and quietly winking at her.
Brittney had never come in a public setting before, and couldn’t imagine anything hotter. Her panties were drenched with her juices, that wetness promising to be a pleasant reminder for the rest of the evening. She returned her attention to Mommy and Nina.
Nina’s buttocks were an angry red, with purple or white markings left by the wood in several places. Mommy threw the hairbrush to the floor with a loud clatter. The room and all the bystanders drew eerily quiet, watching for what might happen next.
“And that, young lady, is what happens to girls who kick Mommy. Do you think you’ll kick me again — ever?”
“N-no, Ma’am.” Nina’s hand swiped at her face, wiping away her tears.
Tsk. Tsk.
“As I suspected. Your panties are damp. You haven’t mastered controlling that bladder of yours very well during a spanking, have you? Let’s take care of this.” Mommy took down the damp panties, putting them in a disposable bag she retrieved from the counter, dragging Nina to lie down on a sleep mat on the floor.
“My God. That poor woman.” Brittney’s heart beat hard in her chest as she watched.
Then, in front of God and everyone, the Mommy then started to masturbate Nina. “Poor girl. Your bottom is so red. Mommy doesn’t like spanking you that hard. Let’s make it better.” With her heels next to her bottom, Nina let her knees fall open, spreading her labia, the woman so aroused that the prominent clit could be readily seen. The Mommy expertly stroked and rubbed the little nub, slipping her fingers into the sex, while with the other hand slipping a finger into her little pucker. Nina gasped, her hips rising, her belly quivering with her arousal. “Oh! Oh, God!”
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