Page 180 of Morally Gray Daddies

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Remember, young lady — you belong to me. No matter what happens tonight, you're mine to punish and mine to pleasure. Do you understand?"

A shiver utterly unrelated to the temperature of the air ran through me at his words. "Yes, Daddy," I breathed.

Lord Adrian stepped back, his hand sliding possessively to the small of my back as he guided me into the foyer. Sarah followed behind us, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

The grand entryway opened up into an elegant salon, where a group of well-dressed men and women stood chatting. Soft classical music played in the background, and the scent of expensive perfume and cologne hung in the air. As we entered, all eyes turned to us.

"Ah, Adrian!" a portly man in an expensive suit called out jovially, in an American accent. "Thank you so much for inviting us. This must be the lovely Emily we've heard so much about."

Lord Adrian's hand tightened slightly on my back. "Indeed," he replied smoothly. "Emily, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Jameson, Selecta's executive vice president."

I curtsied, feeling my cheeks flush as Mr. Jameson's eyes raked over me appreciatively. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady.

"The pleasure is all mine, my dear," Mr. Jameson replied with a wolfish grin. "Adrian, you'll be a very lucky Daddy, if this evening goes well. This little fuck toy is even lovelier than we were led to believe."

I swallowed hard, feeling my brow crease at the sudden brutal coarseness from such a clearly well-heeled man. Lord Adrian's hand tightened possessively on my waist. "Emily is quite special," he agreed, his tone carrying a hint of warning. "Now, allow me to introduce you to the rest of our guests."

He guided me around the room, making introductions. There was Lady Edna, to my astonishment, looking regal and intimidating in a deep purple gown. Sir Geoffrey from the museum gala was there as well, along with several other men and women I didn't recognize. Some were introduced as executives, others as their wives or "companions."

With growing unease, I noticed that some of the women were referred to as "little girls" or even "fuck toys." A few of the female executives had their own submissives in tow. The power dynamics in the room were palpable, sending shivers down my spine.

As I met each little group, I saw that after the introduction they would ascend the grand stairway, at the top of which I could see double doors that opened onto a magnificent salon. When I had met all the guests, Lord Adrian led me up those same stairs and into a vast room full of gorgeous furniture, all of it very obviously priceless antiques.

My Daddy led me to the center of the room. My stomach dropped as I saw what awaited us there — not a priceless antique but a pink rocking horse that had been modified into what was much too clearly a punishment device.

Lord Adrian guided me to stand in front of the modified rocking horse. The sight of it made my stomach churn with a mixture of dread and shameful anticipation. The once-innocent children's toy had been utterly transformed, its cheerful pink paint a mockery of its new purpose. Straps and cuffs adorned its sides, and it had no seat on which a rider could rest her backside.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lord Adrian announced, his voice carrying easily through the grand salon. "As you know, we're gathered here tonight for a very special purpose. My young charge, Emily, has been quite naughty recently. She touched herself without permission, didn't you, young lady?"

I felt my face burn with humiliation as all eyes turned to me. I wanted to sink into the floor, to disappear. But Lord Adrian's firm hand on my back kept me in place.

"Y-yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Speak up, young lady," he admonished sharply. "Everyone here needs to hear you admit your transgression."

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to project my voice. "Yes, Daddy," I said, louder this time. "I… I touched myself without permission."

A murmur ran through the gathered crowd. I saw looks of disapproval, amusement, and in some cases, unmistakable lust. Lady Edna, in particular, was watching me with an expression of smug satisfaction that made me want to crawl under the nearest piece of furniture.

"And what happens to naughty girls who play with themselves?” Lord Adrian asked.

"They… they get punished, Daddy," I whispered, my face burning with shame.

Lord Adrian nodded approvingly. "That's right, young lady. And you're going to be punished very thoroughly tonight, in front of all these witnesses. But first…"

He turned to address the crowd again. "Before we begin Emily's punishment, I believe a demonstration is in order. Emily, remove your gown."

My eyes widened in real shock though part of me had known this moment must come. "But Daddy," I protested weakly, "all these people…"

"Now, young lady," he said sternly. "Or would you like extra strokes added to your punishment?"

Trembling, I reached behind me to unzip the elegant emerald dress. I let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in just the childish polka dot panties. A wave of mortification washed over me as I felt the guests' eyes raking over my nearly naked body.

I watched with wide eyes as Lord Adrian took a large, thick, white towel from a servant who had appeared silently at his elbow. With deliberate motions, he shook it out and laid it carefully atop the gleaming parquet floor, just in front of where I stood trembling and nearly naked. The plush fabric looked incongruous against the elegant hardwood, a stark white island in a sea of rich mahogany.

My Daddy stooped down before me, his strong hands grasping my ankles one at a time as he helped me step out of my heels. The loss of even that small height made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed. His fingers lingered for just a moment on my skin, and I shivered at the contact.

I thought I heard a murmur of appreciation run through the guests — the audience of dominants and submissives clearly struck by this act of service and care from a Daddy to his bad girl. A strange surge of pride and affection warmed my chest. I felt tears of tension and… and love… prick the corners of my eyes.

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