Page 183 of Morally Gray Daddies

He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against my tender bottom with each thrust. I sobbed and whimpered, overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure. The rocking horse creaked beneath us, adding to the obscene soundtrack of skin slapping against skin and my muffled cries.

"Look at how eagerly she takes it," I heard Lady Edna comment. "Such a naughty little thing."

"Adrian certainly knows how to give her what she needs," another voice agreed. “I think we can leave her with him.”

Their words sent fresh waves of humiliation through me. I burned with shame at being used so publicly, at how my body was responding despite the pain and degradation. Yet I couldn't deny the growing pleasure coiling in my belly, building with each of my Daddy's forceful thrusts.

Lord Adrian's pace grew more frantic, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me relentlessly. The pain from my caning blurred with the pleasure of his cock stretching and filling me, creating a confusing whirlwind of sensation.

"To whom do you belong, young lady?" he growled, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts.

"You, Daddy!" I cried out, my voice raw and broken. "I belong to you!"

"That's right," he grunted. "You must never forget it."

I felt the familiar tension building low in my belly, a counterpoint to the burning agony of my welted bottom. Part of me was horrified at my body's response — how could I possibly be aroused after such a brutal punishment, while being used in front of an audience? But a larger part of me reveled in it, embracing the twisted pleasure.

"Daddy," I whimpered, suddenly remembering that my pleasure belonged to him and wanting to show him, and his guests, that I had learned my lesson. "Please… I'm so close…"

"Not yet," he commanded sharply. "You come when I say you may, little girl."

I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to hold back my release. Lord Adrian's thrusts grew even more forceful, each impact sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my overstimulated body.

"Now, Emily," he finally growled. "Come for Daddy. Show everyone how much you love being fucked after your punishment."

His words pushed me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I climaxed. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over me, momentarily drowning out the searing pain in my bottom. My aching sheath clenched rhythmically around Lord Adrian's cock as he continued to thrust into me, prolonging my orgasm.

"Good girl," he grunted, his movements becoming erratic. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me and I felt the warm rush of his release.

For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, both panting heavily. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the rocking horse. Then, slowly, Lord Adrian withdrew from me, leaving me feeling terribly empty — but also giving me hope that my Daddy would fuck me again soon, because I had pleased him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice slightly breathless but filled with satisfaction, "I believe I've demonstrated my ability to discipline Emily properly and control her as fully as she needs. She is mine, thoroughly and completely."

A smattering of applause broke out among the guests. I remained bent over the rocking horse, my face burning with shame even as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through my body. My bottom throbbed in agony, each welt feeling like a line of fire across my tender flesh.

"Indeed you have, my lord," Mr. Jameson's voice boomed out. "I think we can all agree that Emily is in good hands. Or should I say, over a good knee?" He chuckled at his own joke, and several others joined in. “Ms. Pierce, you agree, I hope?”

I raised my head to see that Sarah had taken a stand directly in front of the awful rocking horse. She looked into my eyes, and then glanced down at the handheld in her hand. I thought I saw annoyance in her eyes, and it made my heart jump for joy, because I felt certain I knew what she would say, though I could tell she didn’t like it.

“I do,” Sarah said, returning her cold gaze to my eyes. “Her arousal numbers show that she responds well to his lordship’s discipline.” She raised her eyes to look behind me. “My lord, we will continue to monitor your arrangement with Emily. I remind you that you are expected to give her a good deal of attention.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly and irrationally frightened that my Daddy didn’t want to devote so much energy to caring for me. I felt his hand on my back, though, rubbing gently, and I heard his deep voice filled with an unambiguous affection that filled my chest with light.

“I promise. Especially if you kind people of Selecta provide the sort of assistance I know you can in keeping my affairs afloat. I promise to do what I can to help you attain the position in the corporate firmament you so clearly desire.”

“I think,” said Mr. Jameson, “I can promise our support.”

Much later, in his sumptuous bed, my Daddy fucked my needy pussy again, so gently I could hardly believe he was the same Daddy who had caned me on the rocking horse and used me so brutally in front of his guests. Afterwards, he held me close.

"My sweet Emily," Lord Adrian murmured, stroking my hair gently as he held me in his arms. "You were so brave tonight. So good for Daddy."

I snuggled closer, basking in his warmth and praise. The pain in my bottom had faded to a dull throb, a constant reminder of my punishment and subsequent claiming. Part of me still couldn't believe what had transpired — the public humiliation, the brutal caning, being used so thoroughly in front of an audience. And yet, lying here in my Daddy's arms, I felt… safe. Cherished, even.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, my voice slightly hoarse from screaming earlier. "I... I'm glad I pleased you."

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "You did more than please me, little one. You've proven yourself worthy of being my bad girl. My sweet, naughty Emily."

I felt a warmth bloom in my chest at his words. It was mad, I knew, to feel this way about a man who had just subjected me to such degradation. But I couldn't deny the growing affection - dare I say love? - I felt for Lord Adrian.

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