Page 11 of A Bad Girl's Lesson

But, at the same time, Marianne started to shake her head violently inside the pink fabric of the scrub top Phil had pulled over her head. Softly, but still very clearly despite the cloth barrier between her mouth and my ears, she said, “No… oh, no… no, please.”

Herno’s gave me a moment’s pause as I tried to remember as much of Selecta’s instructions for claiming our fuck toy as I could. Even with her head covered, I could tell from the tone of her pleading that Marianne didn’t really have any idea what she meant to refuse. The guidance from corporate, though, had some very specific recommendations for how Phil and I should go about ensuring that our SRD learn the lessons that would benefit her rehabilitation in both the short and the long-term.

Above all, that meant the correct mixture of pleasure and pain in disciplining her—beginning with understanding the idea ofdisciplineas including both, and making sure that Marianne came to see her entire new life with her daddies as a disciplinary regime. There would be a good deal of traditional bare-bottom punishment, of course, but there would also be a lot of disciplinary fucking, as well as other kinds of compulsory sexual activity.

Starting now, because I remembered, after half a second of recollection, what the instructions had said about a bad girl’snowhen she had just had her pants taken down, and had her daddy’s strong hand on her bottom.

One very helpful strategy, when your SRD expects a spanking—and you intend to give her one—for a minor act of misbehavior, involves inspecting her vulva and anal region first, and stimulating her until she comes close to orgasm, before proceeding to the punishment itself.

Looking at Marianne, watching her head shake, hearing her muffled whimpers, and above all feeling the way her delicious little bottom squirmed under my hand, I saw the wisdom in the clinical words. Our gorgeous bad girl wouldn’t have come to us unless she needed not only our hard cocks but also our firm guidance—and, even more, needed to learn about the interconnectedness of the two things, for a girl like her.

Marianne had to start to understand that her daddies got to decide, when the time came for discipline, whether they would whip her, or fuck her, or inspect her between her thighs and her bottom cheeks. To teach her that kind of submission, nothing would be more effective than making certain that her body associated the pleasure we could make her feel with the shame of being utterly available to us and the pain of feeling our strong hands across her naughty backside.

“She’s pretty hot for it,” I told Phil. “We should take a close look down there, shouldn’t we, to see how ready this little pussy is for fucking?”

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Marianne

Daddy Jacob accompanied his mortifying words with a movement of his hand, downward and forward. I had longed for that movement, to my distress and my shame. When it happened, though, both the overwhelming rush of pleasure and the terrible rush of shame took me completely by surprise. I cried out at the way my pussy clenched and my face blazed with heat at the very same moment.

“Oh… God,” I sobbed. “No… no… please…”

It was at the tip of my tongue. That word that had seemed so innocent for all this time… the word I hadn’t really ever used, since I could remember anyway, even for my own father, whom I’d just calledDad.

This word… the somehow new word, despite its familiarity… it was so different: it had so much more in it, for reasons I felt somehow both desperate to learn and desperate never to know at all.

I would say it, though… I would use it to beg, unless… unless the man who called himself “Daddy” Jacob did the thing I absolutely needed him to do. Unless he touched methere, where I needed a… a… Daddy, so very much.

I wouldn’t say it if he did do that though… because a bad girl like me has to save some little bit of rebellion. If my new “daddy” made me come, the way the doctor had made me come despite myself and filled with shame, I wouldn’t sayDaddy, because I didn’t have to, did I?

But Daddy Jacob didn’t touch my clit with his long fingers. He pulled the hand away, and he took his left arm off my back. I felt him shift behind me, though I couldn’t tell exactly how he had changed his posture.

A stab of fear went through me, of the unknown—of all the things a huge, gorgeous man who demanded that I call himDaddymight do, once he’d bent me over and taken down my pants. I did everything in my power to keep at bay the other emotions and sensations that went along with the panic in my tummy, but it didn’t work. To my horror, as I pictured all the different ways Daddy Jacob might take advantage of the humiliating position into which he had manhandled me, I felt the heat grow between my legs.

“Yes,” I heard him say. “Let’s definitely take a look at this.”

“No… no…” I repeated, as if I didn’t know any other words. “Please…”

The very idea that the enormous firefighter had crouched behind me sent my blush to the roots of my hair, my cheeks feeling like they might light the scrubs fabric on fire. When I felt those strong hands on my backside, though, one on each side, starting to tug apart my bottom cheeks and my upper thighs, I thought I might pass out.

The sense of detachment, of being somewhere else, of the nearly-naked girl over the couch being a different Marianne Givens, got so strong I wondered how I had ever confused that bad girl with myself.Shebelonged there.Sheneeded this degradation.

“Oh, man. You need to take a look at this,” Daddy Jacob growled. “They shaved her nice and smooth, and she can’t hide anything from her daddies now.”

I tried to struggle: I felt desperate at least to show them that I didn’t want any of this.

My body had very different ideas. Suddenly it seemed like I couldn’t move a muscle unless that muscle was actually cooperating with my daddies’ most degrading intentions. I heard a girl moan, and I knew it had to be me. I even felt my cheeks blush deep red to have made that lewd, submissive sound, but it still seemed like the mortified young woman, the Marianne who hoped these enormous men she had met only minutes before would take her virginity and use her exactly as they pleased, was a different person.

“Shh, honey,” murmured Daddy Jacob, from behind me, his mouth at the level of my most private places and his voice barely audible through the scrub top that Daddy Phil had covered my head with. “Don’t worry, we’re going to fuck this sweet little pussy so soon.”

“Not before we get that little ass as red as a firetruck,” I heard Daddy Phil say.

I whimpered at the wordlittle, and then I moaned just as he saidfiretruck, because Daddy Jacob had moved his hands a bit, so he could run his thumb up and down, between the inner lips of the secret flower I had down there.

Secret… never opened…The words floated into my head, as if from very far away.Naughty… needy…

My back arched hard, and I cried out piteously as my brown-eyed daddy moved his thumb, slick with my pussy’s arousal, forward to my clit. He rubbed a firm circle there, and made me thrust my backside towards him, desperate for more despite all the heat in my face. Suddenly I felt terribly grateful for the fabric covering my face, so my daddies couldn’t see my blush or the lewd pout I knew my face must wear. Daddy Phil’s strong hands around my cuffed wrists even brought a strange sense of security: as I struggled feebly against them, I understood at a deeper level that I actually just wanted to remind myself that I couldn’t do anything at all about the degrading things Daddy Jacob was doing behind me.

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