Page 6 of A Bad Girl's Needs

As I circled my clit with trembling fingers, I tried to focus on anything but the growing warmth between my legs. The smooth mat beneath my knees. The whir of the air conditioning. The quiet gasps and whimpers of the other girls around me.

But it was impossible to ignore the sensations coursing through my body. Every brush of my fingertips sent sparks of pleasure radiating outward. My nipples tightened into hard peaks, and I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs.

Miss Frieda’s heels paced around our circle, the sharp sound punctuated by the occasional beep from her handheld device. My eyes darted nervously between her stern face and the other girls’ flushed expressions.

To my left, Megan’s hips had begun to rock subtly against her hand. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted as her breathing quickened. Across from me, Jenna’s fingers moved in quick, desperate circles.

“Remember, girls,” Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the tension, “you are not to climax. This exercise is about control and obedience.”

I bit my lip hard, trying to slow my movements. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own, chasing the pleasure that had been denied for days.

Suddenly, Miss Frieda’s pace quickened. She strode purposefully toward Zoe, whose face was contorted in a grimace of desperate concentration.

“Zoe!” Miss Frieda’s sharp voice cracked like a whip. “Hands off. Now.”

Zoe’s eyes flew open, a whimper escaping her lips as she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her glistening sex. Miss Frieda loomed over her, the punishment strap dangling ominously from her grip.

“Bend all the way over,” Miss Frieda commanded. “Present that naughty bottom of yours. The rest of you, watch carefully.”

With trembling limbs, Zoe complied, her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts betraying her arousal. Miss Frieda wasted no time. The strap whistled through the air, landing with a resounding crack against Zoe’s upturned backside.

Zoe yelped, her body jerking forward. But Miss Frieda was relentless, raining down blow after stinging blow. The room filled with the sharp sounds of leather meeting flesh and Zoe’s increasingly desperate cries.

“This is what happens to bad girls who can’t control themselves,” Miss Frieda lectured, punctuating her words with vicious strikes. “You will learn discipline, Zoe, one way or another.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. My fingers still moved between my legs, my body responding traitorously to the sight of Zoe’s punishment. The way her flesh reddened under Miss Frieda’s strap, the involuntary twitching of her little bottom… it aroused me so much that my own control gave way.

My eyes remained fixed on Zoe’s punished bottom as Miss Frieda continued her merciless assault. Each crack of the strap sent a jolt through my body, and I found my fingers moving faster against my clit. The sight of Zoe’s flesh rippling with each impact, the way her hips jerked involuntarily, the desperate whimpers escaping her lips—it all combined into a dizzying mixture of shame and arousal that flooded my senses.

I could feel the heat building between my legs, my pussy clenching and unclenching as I teetered on the edge of release. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. The room seemed to fade away until all I could focus on was the rhythmic slap of leather on skin and the pulsing need in my core.

Dimly, I was aware of the other girls around me, their own fingers working frantically between their legs as they watched Zoe’s punishment. The air was thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of muffled whimpers and gasps.

Just as I felt the first tremors of an impending orgasm begin to ripple through me, a sharp voice cut through my haze of pleasure.

“Amy!” Miss Frieda barked. “Hands off. Now.”

I froze, my fingers still pressed against my throbbing clit. Miss Frieda’s heels clicked rapidly across the floor as she approached me, her green eyes flashing with anger. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from my aching sex, my body trembling with unfulfilled need.

“You naughty, disobedient girl,” Miss Frieda hissed, raising the strap. “I’ll teach you to control yourself.”

The first strike landed with a resounding crack, the leather biting into the soft flesh of my bottom. I cried out, my back arching as the pain blossomed across my skin. Miss Frieda didn’t pause, bringing the strap down again and again in a merciless rhythm.

Each lash sent shockwaves through my body, the sting radiating outward from the point of impact. My fingers clawed at the mat beneath me as I struggled to stay in position, my hips jerking involuntarily with each strike.

“You… must… learn… to follow… simple… instructions,” Miss Frieda thundered, delivering a lash with every word. The strap seemed to find every sensitive spot, from the roundest part of my cheeks to the tender skin where my thighs met my bottom.

Tears streamed down my face as the punishment continued, my cries echoing off the walls of the training room. The other girls watched in horrified fascination, their own hands moving frantically between their legs as they witnessed my chastisement.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore and my bottom felt like it was on fire and my throat was raw from screaming, Miss Frieda finally stepped back. I collapsed onto the mat, my body heaving with sobs.

“Let that be a lesson to all of you,” Miss Frieda said coldly, her gaze sweeping over the circle of trembling girls. “Disobedience will not be tolerated.”

She looked over at the guard by the door. My heart flipped as she addressed him with utterly unexpected words.

“Send in the daddies, please.”

The door opened with a soft click, and seven imposing figures strode into the room. We all gasped, the other bad girls and I, our eyes widening at the sight before them. The training daddies were dressed only in sleek black pants, but what drew my gaze was the strategic cutout that left each man’s hard, jutting cock on full display.

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