Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (15 page)

Her head dropped immediately, tears tracking down her cheeks, falling to great drops on the floor.

“Look at me.” Master Ivan’s deep voice reverberated through her core; she clenched feeling like she may wet herself with fear and embarrassment.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice in comparison sounded small and weak.

“You’ll walk with your red backside showing. I’ve done you a favor, girl. Now that we have your attention, maybe you’ll behave like a good girl in the Nursery. Mommy Corinne would have blistered you for either one of the behaviors you just exhibited. Now go to the Nursery for your punishment.”

With that, he gave a resounding slap to her already sore bottom, sending her bunny hopping across the barroom floor. The laughter of the crowd made her face flame with shame.

***

Libby walked as fast as possible through the halls to the Nursery, with Maddox’s hand on her arm holding her back. He whispered in her ear, “Such a bad girl. But that’s okay; we’ll just add that bit of naughtiness to the list of offenses that you’re being punished for tonight.”

Of that, she had no doubt. Mommy Corinne was known for her stern and harsh methods of retribution. Add to that Daddy Maddox and Ivan’s creativity and she’d be shedding many tears.

Maddox ushered her through the doorway, pointing to the corner on the far side of the room, near the building blocks and the play carpet. “Go sit on the naughty stool while I talk to Nanny and Mommy.”

She reached back to cover herself, not wanting the other women to see her freshly spanked bottom.

“Uh-uh, bad girl. Hands on your head.” Maddox waved his hand to hurry her along.

She walked past the other women; feeling their eyes burrow into her backside, her face and neck heated with embarrassment. She sat on the cold, wooden stool so close to the ground that her knees were up near her face, and she buried her face into them, hoping to hide from the stares of her peers.

Libby wished she could hear what they were talking about. She had no doubt in Master Ivan’s participation in the conversation of her punishment arlier. This conversation was to add the sin of disrespect the Master of The Playpen.

All of this because her future mother-in-law was…not a nice person. She wouldn’t call her a
bitch
again, not even in her mind. However, when David and Pamela arrived at the house this morning to say goodbye, Pamela had made a very contrite apology, offering to clean the kitchen, and serve coffee before her husband made her sit down. Pamela had cleared her throat, sitting gingerly caused Maddox and Libby to exchange looks. The extreme care taken when sitting was a familiar sight, one that she herself had done just this morning. A sore bottom eased gently onto the hard, unforgiving wood, squirming often until finding a comfortable position could be found. They wouldn’t see them again until the wedding, which Maddox’s father assured them would be a happy and joyous event.

“It’s time for you to stand, bad girl.” Mommy Corinne interrupted her thoughts and Libby immediately stood, not wanting to upset the tall, large woman.

“Your Daddy said that you were spanked by Daddy Ivan, and indeed your bottom is quite red. I assured him that your manners would be held to a higher standard, and if you dared to misbehave, the consequences would be swift and harsh. Understand?”

Staring at her black shoes and knee socks, Libby answered clearly. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Come it’s time to prepare you for your evening.” Mommy dragged her unceremoniously to stand in front of the porta-potty, roughly yanking her skirt to her ankles, slapping each leg to step out of it. “Sit and pee.”

Libby stared at the metal removable pot, and the porcelain seat above it, sitting gingerly, hoping she’d be able to evacuate with all eyes upon her. Mommy Corinne then briskly unbuttoned her blouse, divesting her of the think white blouse and undoing her bra, leaving her completely naked sitting on the pot. “Come girl. We’re waiting for you to pee. Hurry.” Mommy walked away to tend to one of the other littles in the room.

Nanny tsked as she walked by, shaking her head before turning on the faucet in the sink nearby, the trickle of water triggered her urine to release, her steady stream hit the metal basin, loud and…seemingly never-ending. She wrung her hands together, wishing she’d gone to the bathroom before she left the house, not having a clue that this humiliation awaited her.

“My goodness, our friend had to pee didn’t she? It’s a good thing I had you sit on the potty, you could’ve had an accident, little lady.”

Libby covered her face, mortified. And she was
still
peeing. Finally, the steady stream ended, she wiped herself, waiting for further instruction.

“Nanny, please empty the potty for me. Come along, girl.” Mommy motioned for Libby to follow her toward the crib. “Up into the crib with you.” The railing was down, and Mommy brought her to the long side of the crib. “Knees at the edge, grip the bars on the other side. Forehead on the mattress, please. And keep position.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Dresser drawers opened and closed, the clatter of bottles and glass placed on the nearby nightstand. Libby peered over her shoulder, trying to determine the next thing extracted from the drawers.

The lid on a tube of lubricant snapped open. A generous, cold dollop pressed against her anus, the temperature so cold it made her jump.

“I know it’s cold, little one. No sense in trying to warm it, it’s a cooling, tingly lubricant, and I’ve added a bit more menthol to the concoction to make it a little more uncomfortable.”

Libby didn’t have to wait long to wonder what Mommy meant by
uncomfortable.
The lube initially felt cool and comfortable going into her dark channel, until it settled into the sensitive anal tissue and then it burned, stinging enough that she shifted on her knees, moaning loudly. That is until a sharp slap on each buttock put an end to her fidgeting.

“It’s supposed to alternate between ice and heat; you’ll be feeling this for a while.” Mommy pushed her finger into her anus, working the lube into her, pulling out and then easing more fingers, Libby groaned with the strain on the right ring of muscle. “I think you’re ready now.”

Libby looked over her shoulder, watching Mommy pluck a glass pacifier off the table, coating it liberally with lube. The cold glass pressed against the dark whirl. “Push back on the plug, girl. I know your Daddy’s put one of these in this naughty ass before.”

Mommy was indeed correct. Her Daddy loved anything to do with anal or anal play. She wore plugs and vibrators often, in either orifice.

She opened for the plug; it eased into her without much struggle, her little asshole closed around the neck of the toy. The large glass end of the pacifier stuck out from between her cheeks.

“You won’t be able to sit with the large ring sticking from your bottom, so you will lie in this crib naked with your ass up. I suggest you nap, you have a long evening ahead of you.”

“Mommy, can I have a blanket?”

Nanny and Mommy laughed in unison, Mommy Corinne responding. “No, my girl. Your naughty fanny will be up in the air as an example of what happens to bad little girls. Of course, you may also stand—naked—and play with some of your friends.”

Libby couldn’t fathom standing naked with the other women, in particular with a butt pacifier sticking out between her cheeks; and she had zero interest in playing with “toys.”

“May I stay lying down, Ma’am?”

“What a good girl.” Mommy patted her bottom, before walking away to observe the other women.

Sleeping on her side, Libby woke up as a finger slipped between her labia. Startled, she looked over her shoulder to see Daddy smiling down at her. She spread her legs open, giving him better access to her sex, smirking at him.

“Trust me, little girl. That look
will
get you fucked.”

Libby stretched, arching her back, her clit throbbing with his finger easing, while twisting the paci in her bottom. “That’s what I’m hoping for, Daddy.”

His gaze narrowed. “Not yet, Princess. That’s for later. Right now, I have to paddle your naughty ass.” Maddox put a hand on her hip, holding her in place. “Let’s get this plug out of your bottom, first.”

Libby bit her lip, pushing out against the plug, urging it out of her dark channel, and with his assistance, it popped out quickly. She sighed in relief, but suddenly she missed the fullness the plug provided. She pressed her hand to her clit, rubbing it gently. The snapping of a lid diverted her attention. She peered over to her Daddy, he coated a vibrator, before poking it into her sex.

“Ohhh! I like these toys.”

He smiled down at her. “I know you do, princess.” Maddox snapped the elastic straps around her thighs, the toy secured tightly to her pussy. He flicked a switch on a wireless remote, turning it on to a low thrum inside her, rubbing and vibrating on slick and sensitive areas.

“Come with me.” Maddox held her elbow, helping her climb down from the crib, and he walked her over to an area with a large rocking chair that could accommodate two adults. A pink and teal blue block patterned area rug was under it with a rocking chair nearby.

Libby assumed that she’d be sitting with Daddy cuddling or lying over his lap for a spanking in the rocking chair. Instead, he walked her up to the rocking horse.

Oh, my God! Are you fucking kidding?

“Daddy, why is there a dildo sticking up out of the rocking horse?”

Maddox’s lips curled on one side, apparently fighting a laugh. “It’s for naughty girls in the Nursery and from what I hear…it’s actually very effective. Now straddle the horse, bad girl.”

Her eyes skittered to look around the room and then back to Daddy and the horse. Libby hesitantly straddled the horse, the dildo bumping against her bottom. She lurched forward to get away from it.

Maddox chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to be afraid of it.”

“Don’t I? Because it looks pretty f—…pretty scary to me.” The giant dildo had to be ten inches long.
It had to be.

“Nice catch on not swearing—Mommy would paddle your little backside for saying that word in the Nursery.” Maddox tapped the dildo with his finger. “So you like Gigantic George? He’s going into your little pucker. I’m thinking you’ll learn how to curb your tongue if you know this is the punishment from now on.”

Libby stood staring at him agog. Her mind couldn’t even form words.

How? How would that even fit up there?

“B-but, Daddy! I can’t…do I have to?” Maddox blurred as her eyes filled with tears. She’d rather have the belt or anything than this.

“Nope. I’ll never force you unless we agreed ahead of time. Are you safe wording, Libby?”

Libby didn’t like to safe word unless it was absolutely necessary. She usually trusted him to know what she could handle and what was necessary for her pleasure…or punishment.

Maddox’s soft, cajoling voice interrupted her thought processes. “You know that what you did was wrong. You knew it when you said it. My mother is someone you’ll have to deal with for many years; I need to be sure you’ll
never
do this again. Calling her a ‘bitch’ can’t and won’t be tolerated, young lady.
Ever.”
Maddox dipped his chin, his gaze narrowing, watching her carefully.

Butterflies pounded in her belly; she looked out of the corner of her eye at the dildo embedded into the seat of the rocking horse. It looked so…forbidding. She did know better. She was a parent for Christ’s sake; she was fifteen years older than Daddy was. The punishment embarrassed her—that she had to be corrected as a child. Her tears tracked down her cheeks; she swiped at them with the back of her hand. She looked over her shoulder at her friends and peers—they were all watching how Professor Maddox’s little girl would behave—she needed to submit, not only for her Daddy, but also as an example to the other littles at The Playpen.

“Elizabeth?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her breath hitched, turning to look at those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.

Her long-suffering Daddy. There was no anger, only kindness in his eyes. “What’s your decision, little girl?”

Still straddling the horse, the dildo pressing against the cleft of her bottom, Libby said, “I was naughty, I deserve this. I’ll do it.”

“Good girl. It won’t be easy, and I’m not going to go light on you either.” He quirked his dark eyebrow at her.

She felt her lip quiver. “I know, Daddy.”

Maddox nodded silently. “Bend forward, girl.”

She grasped the handles on either side of the wooden horse head, arching her back, sticking out her bottom obediently

Daddy Maddox pressed a cold dollop of lube into her little hole, pushing first one finger then more into her.

Libby grunted, pushing back onto his fingers easing the tight ring of muscles.

“You’re ready to sit on Gigantic George, Libby.” He lined her up to the toy, a hand on her left hip guiding her to the slick, plastic cock. “I’ll turn up your vibrator.”

Instantly the vibrator intensified, her hips thrusting, making the tip of the plastic cock bump against her little asshole, she gasped putting a hand down to her clit, hoping to ease the throbbing.

“You know better than that! Hands away.” Maddox slapped her right hip hard enough that she jerked to the left, jostling the vibrator, which had her hips jerking in response. “Ease down onto George, now.”

The head of the toy was so large, she dropped her hips onto it, pushing out stretching around the girth until she felt the tip of the bulbous head slip into her. Libby paused, adjusting, hovering momentarily, but the continual thrum of the vibrator added to her arousal, her juices sluicing over the toy slipping past it to her labia. She pushed down further, the uncomfortableness of the toy filling her dark channel, the burn increasing at the entrance.

“Oh, Daddy…it…it burns.” She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s going to fit. It’s too big.”

She couldn’t see him, but she heard the amusement in his answer. “Oh sweets, you’ve taken more than this. Trust me. Now, stop complaining and push harder.”

Libby whined louder. “But, Daddy, I can’t.”