My heart raced as I realized I would have to speak, that I had to explain my shameful situation to an unseen audience, or face more punishment. I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts.
"I… I'm here because I made a terrible mistake," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "I embezzled money from my company. I thought I could get away with it, but I was caught."
I paused, taking a shaky breath. "I've learned that what I did was very wrong. That I'm not… not mature enough to handle adult responsibilities yet." The words felt strange in my mouth, but I pressed on. "I need strict guidance and discipline to become a good girl again."
My cheeks burned as I continued, "Daddy Victor has shown me that I need to be punished when I misbehave. That… that my bottom will be spanked hard to teach me lessons." I squirmed, acutely aware of how exposed I was. "And I've learned that I need to be kept bare… down there… to remind me that I'm just a little girl who needs her daddy's care."
I fell silent, my eyes downcast. What more could I say? How could I possibly explain the confusing mix of shame, fear, and unwanted arousal I felt?
A soft click echoed through the room as the door opened. I spun around, my heart pounding, to see Daddy Victor enter. Behind him loomed a tall, aristocratic-looking man with dark hair and sky blue eyes. His obviously tailored suit screamed wealth and power while the gray at his temples indicated he must be in his early forties.
"Emily," Daddy Victor said, his voice stern. "This is Lord Adrian Mallory. He's considering becoming your sponsor daddy."
I felt my cheeks flush hot as Lord Adrian's intense gaze raked over my nearly naked form. His lips curved into a small, predatory smile that made me shiver.
"Hello, Emily," he said, his cultured accent rich and smooth. "I must say, you're even lovelier in person than in your profile."
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. What could I possibly say to this imposing man who was evaluating me like a piece of property?
And… profile? I turned to Daddy Victor.
My training daddy nodded. “We put your profile up on the Selecta Arrangements app as soon as you arrived, Emily. You’re lucky to have received attention so soon — especially from a man like Lord Adrian. What’s more, his lordship has graciously provided an initial subsidy that will see you through a month, when you move to your supervised living facility. That also means his lordship is allowed to test your suitability as his little girl," Daddy Victor explained. "He'll be able to try you out here at the facility before making a final decision."
My eyes widened in shock. Try me out? What exactly did that entail?
As if reading my thoughts, Lord Adrian's smile widened. "I have some very specific requirements for my little girl," he said. "I'll need to ensure you can meet them before I commit to sponsoring you fully."
My heart pounded as I tried to process Lord Adrian's words. The idea of being "tried out" sent a confusing mix of fear and shameful excitement through me. I shifted nervously from foot to foot, acutely aware of my near-nakedness under his appraising gaze.
"Y-yes, my lord," I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. The formal title felt strange on my tongue, but something in Lord Adrian's demeanor demanded it.
Lord Adrian turned to Daddy Victor. "I'd like to begin with a more thorough inspection," he said. "To ensure she meets my physical requirements."
Daddy Victor nodded. "Of course, my lord. Emily, go stand by the examination table and wait for further instructions."
On trembling legs, I made my way to the padded table in the corner of the room. I could feel both men's eyes on me as I walked, cataloging every curve and movement of my exposed body. When I reached the table, I turned back to face them, unsure what to do with my hands. I settled for clasping them in front of me, though that did nothing to hide my freshly bare pussy.
Lord Adrian approached, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. When he reached me, he slowly circled around, taking in every inch of me. I felt like a prized mare being evaluated at auction.
"Hands at your sides," he commanded softly.
I swallowed hard and forced my hands to my sides, leaving myself completely exposed to Lord Adrian's scrutiny. He completed his circle, coming to stand directly in front of me. His eyes raked over my body once more before meeting my gaze.
"Very nice," he murmured. "Turn around and bend over the table, Emily. I want to examine that lovely bottom of yours more closely."
My cheeks burned with humiliation, but I didn't dare disobey. I turned and bent over the padded surface, my breasts pressing against the cool vinyl. The position left my still-tender backside completely vulnerable.
I gasped as I felt Lord Adrian's large hand come to rest on my bottom. He squeezed gently, testing the firmness of my flesh.
"Excellent," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "She marks up beautifully, Hargrove. I can still feel the heat from her earlier spanking."
"Yes, my lord," Daddy Victor replied. "Emily is quite responsive to correction."
Lord Adrian's hand moved lower, brushing teasingly close to my too-warm pussy. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, torn between wanting to pull away and an unsettling urge to press back against his touch.
"And how obedient is she?" Lord Adrian asked. "Will she submit to more... invasive examinations without a fuss?"
My heart raced at his words. What kind of examination did he have in mind?