Page 48 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Daddy Kwame and Daddy William grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and fastening them to the lower part ofthe bench. Daddy Tom and Daddy Lawrence fastened the heavy belt across my back. The humiliating position raised my bottom high and pushed it back, offering it to anyone behind me. I whimpered softly at the touch of moving air on my pussy and my anus, stretched around the horrid plug, the sheer fabric of my nightgown only making me feel more exposed.

“Look at how her cunt is already glistening,” Daddy Tom chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “I can see it through the lace, even. Such an eager little slut you’ve got here, Daniel.”

I felt my cheeks burn with shame at his words, even as a fresh wave of arousal coursed through me. The leather straps bit into my skin as I couldn’t help testing my bonds, finding myself completely immobilized.

I sensed Daddy Daniel’s footsteps moving behind me, the muffled sound sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I felt his presence looming over me, his warmth radiating against my exposed skin. His large hand came to rest on my upturned bottom. The touch sent sparks of electricity through my body.

“Such a beautiful sight,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his voice low and husky. “My bad girl, all trussed up and ready for punishment.”

His fingers traced the curve of my ass, following the line where flesh met lace. I whimpered softly as he reached the base of the plug, still firmly lodged inside me. The pressure of his touch made the plug shift slightly, sending a jolt of sensation through my core.

“This plug has been reminding you all day of who you belong to, hasn’t it, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his fingers circling the base teasingly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice muffled against the leather of the bench.

“And now,” he continued, his grip tightening on the base of the plug, “it’s time to remove it so these other daddies can use you properly.”

I felt the plug begin to move, the gradual widening as Daddy Daniel slowly pulled it out. The sensation was intense, a mixture of relief and loss as my body struggled to adjust. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my lips as the widest part stretched me open once more.

“I’ll take that,” I heard Miss Frieda’s cool voice say, and a new flush of shame traveled my body as I heard her take the humiliating thing away. I felt lewdly empty, as if my most intimate place had truly been taken away from me and readied for cock, given to my daddy to use and to share as he chose.

Then Daddy Daniel’s commanding voice cut through the air once more. “Now, gentlemen, let’s get our bad girl properly warmed up, shall we?”

I heard the slap of wood striking skin. My heart began to race. Turning my head as much as the position allowed, I saw Daddy Daniel holding a wicked-looking paddle. The polished wood gleamed in the soft light, promising both pain and pleasure. The holes in the surface of the blade, I knew from painful experience in the facility’s training room, would make the awful thing travel faster through the air.

“I’m going to give my little fuck toy twelve strokes,” Daddy Daniel announced. “Two for each of you, gentlemen. Would you do me the honor of counting them? I’m sure Amy will be grateful not to have to remember to do that, given that I need to get that backside very sore.”

I looked into the faces of the six, who had sat back down in their armchairs, all of their robes entirely open now to show their huge, hard cocks.

“Sure, Daniel,” Victor said with a chuckle.

“Daddy knows best, after all,” Kwame added.

I let out a little sob as I felt Daddy Daniel lay the terrifying blade across my bottom cheeks.

“What do you say, Amy?” he asked, his voice stern.

“I…” I hesitated, confused for just a moment. The paddle rose, then came down with a crack. I cried out more in alarm than in pain, my body bucking over the bench.

“Thank you,” I gasped out. “Thank you, Daddies.”

“There,” said Daddy Daniel. “That one didn’t count, but this one will.”

Crack!

The blow landed squarely across both cheeks, the sting radiating outward. I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints.

“One,” Daddy Victor said.

Crack!

“Two,” said Daddy Reggie, next in the semicircle.

The blows continued, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body. Each daddy took his turn at counting. All of them had their erections in their hands, stroking vigorously and with obvious enjoyment at the sight of my punishment.

By the sixth stroke, tears had begun to stream down my face. My whole rear end seemed to have become a blazing fire.

“Halfway there, Amy,” Daddy Daniel’s voice said sternly. “This is how a bad girl learns to do as she’s told, when her daddy shares her.”

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