His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

  “Besides, we’re only having a few celebratory shots.” Taking a huge swig, Sassy passed the bottle around again. “What color dresses are you picking out? Do you know what kind of flowers?”

  Libby shrugged, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, passing the bottle along. “I already had a wedding, so I’m not really into colors and flowers. I’d just as soon have it be very casual — jeans and corsets with a barbeque following the ceremony. You know? I just don’t want something big. But it’s up to Maddox. He’s never been married. He may have some ideas.”

  Libby wasn’t sure how long they had been in the locker, but apparently it was extended enough that Belle was sent in to check on them.

  “Uhm, you guys?” Belle snuck up on them! That’s how it felt, and that’s what Libby would say was the story. “Your Daddies are looking for you, and I... oh, my god. You guys are drinking, aren’t you?”

  Sassy had quickly shoved the whiskey inside the locker at Belle’s sudden appearance, but Libby suspected it’d been seen before being put it away. Sassy slammed the locker door, and they all jumped at the deafening sound.

  Apparently, Maddox was right outside the door and heard her, for he came charging into the room with the other two Daddies in tow.

  “Give me the alcohol. Now.” Maddox’s voice was deep, lethal. Libby stood up, crying immediately, while Sassy opened her locker with shaky hands and handed the Jack over to him.

  Maddox pointed at Libby, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “You, little girl, are in a huge heap of trouble. You know the rules.”

  “Daddy—”

  He held his hand up. “There’s no excuse for this, not for you. You’ve been here for four years. You know better.” His dress shoes clomped on the floor as he walked up to the sink, dumping the bottle’s contents into it.

  Cade marched up to Sunni. “What were you thinking? You were told the rules, what? Two hours ago? Is your bottom not sore enough from the spanking you received in the nursery? You wanted more?”

  “N-no. We were celebrating.”

  Cade’s voice rose. “What’s wrong with cake? You couldn’t celebrate with cake?”

  Dylan sauntered over to Sassy. “So, bad girl Sassy, how did you smuggle the Jack in?”

  “I didn’t do it today.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, great. Glad to hear it. So, when the fuck did you smuggle it in then?”

  “One of the nights that I brought my big purse. It fit nicely in the bottom of it.”

  “Mmm, interesting. Well, you won’t be allowed to bring a purse again. Trust me. And you know what else fits nicely on a bottom? My hand.”

  Dylan looked over to Maddox. “I’m sorry, Prof. She’ll be taken care of at home. Have no doubts about that.”

  Maddox pinched Libby’s ass so hard that she jumped. “Ouch!”

  He leaned forward, whispering into her ear. “It’s just a preview.” Then he addressed Dylan. “I wish it was that easy. I’m sure we’ll all be punishing our girls tonight, in the privacy of our homes. But because a rule — a pretty important one — at the Playpen has been broken, they’ll have to be punished by Daddy Ivan before we can leave. In addition, there are usually added restrictions placed on them for the disobedience.”

  “I’m not surprised,” Dylan said with a nod. He looked over at Cade who gave him a wink.

  It was then that Master Ivan walked into the locker room. “Belle just informed me what happened in here today.”

  Libby was petrified of the man. It wasn’t that he’d ever given her reason to worry, but his mere presence exuded pure dominance and alpha male. He stood easily six foot four inches, over two hundred pounds of pure muscle. That day, as he did most of the time, he wore a short-sleeved muscle shirt, which showed off his biceps and the tattoos up and down his arms. They were well-veined and muscled, leading down to very large, thick hands. She had no doubt those hands could deliver a harsh spanking indeed. His dark, curly hair was pulled back into a pony tail, with just a hint of gray at the temples. He wore black jeans with a huge oval silver belt buckle and cowboy boots peeked out from his pant legs.

  Master Ivan spoke softly and clearly, but never needed a microphone, the timbre of his deep voice ensuring he was heard loud and clear.

  “You naughty, naughty girls. I wish I could just send you home, but when rules are broken in the Playpen, everyone needs to see how they are dealt with. Since the bar area is the biggest area we have, you will all go there for your punishment. People have already gathered, but security is announcing it in all the rooms.”

  He stood with his hands on his hips, staring at each women in turn, shaking his head in disappointment. “Libby, we were so happy for you. You’ve been here too long to misbehave this badly. Now, you’ll be spanked instead of congratulated. Too bad.”

  Libby felt the familiar sting behind her nose and eyes, her vision becoming blurry with her tears. “I’m sorry, Daddy Ivan.” And she meant every word of it. She did know better, and shouldn’t have caved — especially since she was the oldest of the crew.

  “Men, take your little girls to the bar area, and stand them in front of the pool table. I’ll be there in a moment. I need to talk to my naughty girl, Melody first.”

  Libby looked over at Melody, who at that moment was chewing on her lip. Melody was Ivan’s little girl and held a ton of jobs at the Playpen, one of which was to check lockers for contraband. Libby suspected that Melody must have made an agreement with Sassy to keep it in the locker — which would cost her dearly with the big black bear standing before them. That’s just what he reminded her of with the black curly hair and attire — a bear. He might appear cute and cuddly most of the time, but you didn’t want to poke him, that was for sure.

  Maddox grabbed her arm roughly. “Don’t you worry about Melody. Your little ass is in plenty of trouble too. Let her feel sorry for herself.”

  Each of the Daddies were whispering into their girls’ ear, no doubt issuing their own warnings as well.

  Chapter 20

  Libby felt as if she might have a panic attack as the room filled with people, everyone waiting to see the public punishment.

  Sassy looked over at a still thin-lipped Dylan. She’d be a sorry girl tonight, she had no doubt. She didn’t even want to think about what that would mean. Then she saw the tears running down Sunni’s cheeks, which only amplified her own fear. Sassy knew what havoc Cade would wreak with this misbehavior. She may have felt sorrier for Sunni than she did herself. Her father could be brutal when it came to drinking and breaking rules. As a state trooper, rules and law-breaking were huge in his book. And then there was Libby. Libby, who should have been celebrating her engagement to Maddox, instead kept her eyes downcast, an irate Maddox continually whispering in her ear.

  Everyone went silent when Ivan walked into the room, dragging a reluctant Melody by the elbow. He made her stand next to Libby while he turned to face the crowd.

  “As many of you have heard, these three women — and my complicit Melody — were caught in the act of drinking alcohol that Miss Sassy had been keeping in her locker. And this is how my Melody is in trouble too — she’s supposed to watch for things like that, along with any other contraband. So, she will be punished along with them.”

  Daddy Ivan turned, facing the women at the back of the room. “Face the mirror; take your corsets off, elbows on the pool table.” It was just their luck that the wall was fully mirrored. Each of them did as instructed, and bent over.

  “I’ll be punishing each woman completely, before moving on to the next.” He went to Libby first, who had a pencil skirt that went to her knees with a split up the back. Ivan pulled her skirt up over her hips, exposing the garters, black stockings and a thong. He pulled the panties down, Sassy sure the gesture was one purely of increasing the woman’s humiliation.

  Master Ivan’s voice became soft, laced with regret. “I’m sorry, Libby, that I’m having to cane your ass. I’ll congratulate you when we’re done.”

>   Libby’s breasts dangled below her. She wasn’t huge, but she certainly didn’t have small breasts either. Her areolas were large, the nipples hard pebbled points. Ivan plucked the cane off the wall, swishing the rattan through the air. Sassy gasped hearing the whistle. She hated the damn cane, and Dylan loved it. Libby’s body broke out into goosebumps, even her areolas drawing tight, the woman shivering at the sound.

  Daddy Ivan lined up the rod against Libby’s white flesh. Her buttocks were outlined by the black skirt, the garters framing the globes perfectly. He tapped the cane lightly against her, swinging his arm out then snapping the implement harshly against her bottom. Libby jumped, crying out with the pain. He didn’t respond or react to her shout, instead continuing to stripe her flesh repeatedly, red tracks and welts rising with each stroke. By the time he had reached six cracks of the cane, Libby was dancing on her toes, her breasts swinging and swaying.

  Sassy didn’t care to have sex with women, but watching Libby’s ripe globes swaying had her mouth watering, wishing she could suckle on the tight nipple. A red flush had spread from Libby’s neck to the tops of her breasts, contrasting dramatically with the paleness of her skin.

  “Three more to your thighs, bad girl. These will be hard, and you’ll wear bruises and tracks for the rest of the week. You won’t drink, or bring contraband alcohol into my bar again.”

  His arm swung out wide, the crack of the bamboo across Libby’s thighs making Sassy’s stomach clench in sympathy. Libby screamed, tears running down her cheeks. At that point, Libby was unable to stand still or control her movements. And thankfully, Daddy Ivan was quick, placing the tramlines perfectly upon her thighs and sit spots.

  “You’re done, Miss Libby. Stay bent over the pool table. I want everyone to see what happens to women who break the rules.”

  He moved on to Melody, his wife. She had on a pair of jean shorts and cowboy boots.

  “Jeans and panties off, Melody.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest, the cane pointing toward the ceiling. Sassy stood next to Melody, the proximity to Master Ivan almost too much for her to handle. Sassy placed her forehead on the pool table, hoping to block the whole process out of her mind. That is until she received a tap to the middle of her back.

  “Head up, girl. I want you watching the whole thing. Besides, everyone needs to see your breasts dangling over this table.” Ivan slapped her backside hard. She knew the sting would keep her focused on watching.

  Melody was naked, her shaved pussy showing above the table, an aquamarine belly button ring accenting her flat belly. She looked adorable standing with only her cowboy boots on, waiting for her Daddy to cane her.

  “What is your job on Sunday mornings, Melody?” Ivan still had his arms crossed as he looked at Melody through the mirror.

  “I-I’m supposed to check all the lockers, and every room in The Playpen for contraband of any sort.”

  He nodded. “That’s right. And what are you supposed to do when you find it, bad girl?”

  “I’m supposed to tell my Daddy.” She chewed on her lip.

  “You didn’t do that, did you? Instead, you agreed with Miss Sassy over here to have it be your secret. Isn’t that right?”

  Melody looked over at Sassy before answering. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Ivan pivoted, looking at Dylan. “I expect that you’ll punish your girl for this severely. And she’ll be receiving extras today from me for that bit of manipulation.”

  “No worries. She’ll be very sorry by the end of today. Trust me on that, Sir.” Dylan narrowed his eyes at Sassy.

  “Bend over the table, Melody. You will not move your feet, or there will be extras. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Sassy felt bad for her. Thankfully, he didn’t require such blatant exposure from all of them. He didn’t from Libby, and she hoped he’d be kind to her in that regard too. She would not be able to stand still if she were as naked as Melody was at that moment.

  Daddy Ivan snapped the cane so fast and hard that Sassy’s breath caught in her chest. By the time he had finished — not taking anywhere near as long as he had for Libby — Melody’s nails had made permanent scratches into the green cloth of the pool table. Her throat had to be raw from the low, continuous rasp that erupted from her chest.

  Sassy’s toes had curled as she watched. But she had to give the girl credit — she didn’t move one toe from the floor while she was caned. Those boots stayed in the same spot, as if they were Crazy Glued to the floor.

  “Good girl. You did an excellent job.” Ivan walked up to his wife, cupping her pussy, slipping a finger into her core. “And as expected, ladies and gentlemen, my sweet Melody is dripping for her Daddy.” The hand that was still holding the cane reached around and pinched Melody’s nipple so hard that she gasped. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear, and despite her tear-filled eyes, she smiled at him through the mirror.

  Sassy liked the woman, and felt bad that she’d been the cause of the woman being caned so harshly. But Sassy also had no doubt in her mind that she’d be caned and punished harshly when her turn came.

  Ivan sidled up to Sassy at that very moment. “So, you’re the bad girl who started all of this. You brought the contraband in, made my girl agree to hide it with you, and then convinced all these girls to drink with you today. You’re a difficult woman, aren’t you? I’m thinking you keep your Daddy pretty busy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I bet. Well, you’ll be sorry, girl.” He tucked her skirt into her waistband, pulling her panties down to her knees. “It seems that this naughty bottom was spanked already. You’re still red.”

  Dylan scowled at her. “Yeah, she couldn’t behave long enough to get out of the house today.”

  “God, man. It’s a good thing you love her so much. She’s made just for you, son.”

  Sassy looked over at Dylan, relieved to see his lazy grin, one she loved very much indeed. Then he winked at her. She could handle this, take the punishment and pain knowing that he still loved her and wasn’t going to leave her. It was a daily niggling concern in the back of her mind, but the longer they were together, the more she trusted that he really did love her.

  Master Ivan ordered. “Hands stay on the table. You’ll be receiving four extra cane strokes.”

  Master Ivan, like most of the Doms in the place, knew each girl well enough to know what they could handle and he kept a hand on her back to help her stay in place. That simple gesture comforted her somehow, although she had no doubt that the pain he was about to inflict would be more than she expected.

  He swung the cane and she stiffened, bracing for it. But nothing could ever have prepared her for the first stroke. She danced up onto her tiptoes, unable to contain her body’s reaction to the searing pain. It burned and stung, radiating through the area and into her muscles. Before she could register the pain, another stroke landed, just below the first. He continued lying track upon track upon track, marching the cane down her bottom and onto her thighs until she screamed, reaching a hand back to cover herself. She knew it was against the rules, yet she was completely unable to resist, the pain overwhelming.

  When she thought she couldn’t handle one more stroke, the cane stilled, and she dropped her head to the table, sobbing pitifully. He rubbed her scorched flesh softly, “Poor girl. You’ll remember this lesson, I’m thinking.”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  He turned to Dylan. “We’ll talk later about how to care for those tracks. We also should go over the restrictions that she’ll be subject to in the club. I don’t take actions like this lightly. She’s a good girl, I know that, but she needs to learn restraint.”

  “Yes, we’ll talk,” Dylan said.

  Master Ivan moved over to Sunni. Poor Sunni who was nothing more than a guest. She was someone who had come as a guest of Sassy’s and Libby’s — and now she was getting publicly caned in front of all of those people. Sassy started to sob, feeling terrible for
what she’d caused her friends to endure.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Sunni,” Ivan said. “I’m sorry our first meeting has to be this way, but I assure you I’m a nice man. I’ll be fair and just with you. I know you probably weren’t expecting that you’d be caned today — let alone by the Master of the club — but rules are rules, and a serious one was broken. Lift your skirt.”

  Once the material was piled onto her back, he tucked it into her waistband, pulling her red cheeky panties down to her knees. “You have a red bottom too. What happened to you this evening?”

  She looked over at her Daddy. Cade raised his eyebrows, a silent command to answer the question.

  “I didn’t want to drink from a sippy cup in the nursery, and I threw a fit with Mommy Corinne.”

  “Wow, that couldn’t have fared well for you. Mommy Corinne is pretty strict with those things. Is that how you ended up with a sore bottom?”

  “No, Sir. My Daddy spanked me with his hand.”

  Ivan turned to Cade. “Nice handiwork here. I may have a role for you here, after you take a few classes.” Rubbing her red flesh, Ivan said, “I won’t cane you anywhere near as harshly as the others here. But you will receive six strokes.”

  He tapped the wood against her bottom, pulling back and snapping the cane down in quick strokes, getting the punishment over with all at once. Even after he was done, Sunni still danced on her toes, clawing at the pool table, tears wetting the green felt.

  Ivan lumbered back to the cabinet, replacing the cane. “All of you turn and face the crowd.”

  Sassy blushed. This was harder than she’d imagined, being exposed to complete strangers. It had been bad enough to know that her pussy had been viewed from behind, but to face them made the shame that much worse.

  “These well-disciplined women will be on restriction. They will be cleaning bathrooms, and serving drinks while wearing tails. Along with any other ideas we come up with. They will be reminded for many weeks of their misbehavior. Let it be a lesson to all of you.”