His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (9 page)

“Thank you.” Sassy looked up at him, exhaling slowly. “I hope I like it.”

“Oh, you will. You wait and see. There’s so much I can show you.” Libby had started to walk away with Sassy.

Dylan was at the counter filling out paperwork for them when out of the corner of his eye he saw Sassy’s pink skirt moving through the doorway. “Whoa! Wait a minute there, girls. Sassy has been told that she’s not to leave my sight tonight. I’ll feel better if she’s near me.”

“That’s totally understandable, Dylan.” Maddox rounded the desk and stood in front of his girl. “Elizabeth, you know better than to walk off with a newbie. What are you supposed to do as a little girl?”

Brittney slid quietly behind Dylan’s arm, grasping his hand tightly, whispering, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I know, Sassy, but you have to listen to this rule. This is your last warning. No matter who pulls you away, you stay with me.” Dylan watched her eyes carefully until he felt she fully understood the gravity of his statement.

Libby looked over at Dylan and Sassy, her cheeks and neck flushed. “As a little girl, I’m supposed to ask my Daddy or Sassy’s Daddy if we can do something. I’m not supposed to assume.”

“That’s right. And what happens when you don’t follow this rule?” Maddox walked her toward the desk where Mark, the security guard, was sitting. “Excuse us for a moment, Mark. We won’t be long.”

“No problem, Doc. I’ll run these papers to Ivan while you’re... taking care of things.” He tried to hide the smile just creasing the corners of his mouth.

“When I don’t follow the rule, I risk getting in trouble with Master Ivan, or my Daddy.”

Maddox turned her to face the desk, pressing between her shoulder blades to bend her over the desk. Her plaid skirt rose up her legs when bent over the desk, her white panties clearly visible. He slapped each cheek three times, fast and hard, the bloom rising quickly on her pristine globes.

“Ow!” Libby stomped her heels on the hard concrete floor, but kept her position.

“Do you think you’ll be a good girl, or do you need more to help you remember?” Maddox pinched the underside of each buttock.

“Ouch! No, Daddy, I’ll be good.”

He slapped the center of her bottom. “You know what to do now. Do it.”

She straightened, wiping at her tears, turning to face Dylan and Sassy. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you, Daddy Dylan, and potentially caused Sassy to be in trouble. I’m sorry, Sassy. I wasn’t a good girl. I’ll behave for the rest of the night. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course, sweetie. As long as you both can behave tonight, there shouldn’t be any trouble.” Dylan smiled at her and turned to Maddox. “Thank you for supporting what I want for my girl tonight.”

“It’s what we all want for our little girls — for them to be safe and under our protection. Miss Libby knows that, but she just gets excited sometimes and forgets. That’s what a Daddy is for, isn’t it, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Once Mark came back to his desk, Maddox brought them around, showing them the different rooms and venues in the club. One room had several playpens with babygirls dressed in drop-seat jammies and a Daddy, Mommy, and Nanny. A very stern, paddling nanny. When they walked by, a woman was lying in her lap, the drop-seat unbuttoned, and her bottom a dark shade of red, spanked with a stout maple paddle.

The next room, booming with loud music, had a bunch of women dressed as teenagers, seemingly every single one of them engrossed in using their cell phones. There was a stern Mommy there, who was giving chores to everyone, while a Daddy stood watch in the doorway, as if waiting to assist as needed.

Then there was a school room with a male and female teacher, one with a cane and one with a ruler, walking up and down rows of girls, watching for cheating or any rules violations.

Libby leaned over, whispering in Sassy’s ear, “I’m going to be in the classroom tonight. That’s why I’m wearing my skirt. Daddy is going to be a teacher. He’s good at that, as you know.” She giggled, the sound of it contagious, until soon enough they were all laughing, feeding off her excitement.

“And now you’ll have to explain to your classmates why your fanny is red already. Naughty girl, misbehaving before you even get to the classroom may require a spanking from Mrs. Batts.”

Sassy’s eyes widened, but she stayed silent. Dylan assumed Mrs. Batts had a mean swing with the cane clutched in her fist.

The next room they entered was a regular BDSM room with different sets of equipment, Daddy Doms and their girls occupying some of the devices. Dimmed track lighting let atmosphere to the space. Adding to the sensuality of the room, the smell of sex, arousal, and sweat filled her nostrils. On the far left wall, there was a St. Andrew’s cross, empty now. Not far away, there was a bare-bottomed woman over a spanking bench, weeping pitifully. A large man in leather pants and vest murmured softly behind her, whispering words no one else could hear. He paused, stroking her red bottom before resuming his paddling of her backside. Against the right wall, among chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling, a lithe, blindfolded woman stood naked, her wrists bound in cuffs. Her Dom and Daddy stood behind her with a suede flogger, sensually stroking the long soft threads across her back.

Sassy had read about these things on the internet and in her romance books, but to see it in living color was a different matter completely.

Maddox waved his arm around the room. “These are for those of us who don’t want to do role play and just want to enjoy doing a scene. Most nights, we’re in here, but now and then Libby desires participating in a particular room. Even if you don’t wish to do age play every day, it can be fun to explore in a safe environment and determine if it’s something that works for you as a couple.”

The scent of leather, sex, and oil reached his nose, the pine hardwood floor gleaming under the muted lights. The St. Andrew’s cross dominated one wall, while along another, a spanking bench, and a medical table could be seen. There were several couples in various stages of scenes all being supervised by guards. Dylan appreciated the cleanliness and safety in every room.

Maddox then turned around, walking across the hall. “This is the bar and dance area. They limit drinks to two a night — and they’re very strict with that rule. Every room has closed circuit video surveillance, the cameras monitored by staff in our audio/video room. If a safe word is used and action doesn’t stop, guards will be all over the scene. There is no need to be concerned here.” The room was dark with burgundy painted walls, hardwood floors, and regular maple tables and chairs. A large, gleaming oak and leather bar ran the entire length of one wall. There were comfortable couches with Doms providing aftercare to their subs. A few couples were dancing, but most were sitting, chatting with friends.

Dylan, sitting with Libby, Maddox and Sassy at a table near the bar area, smiled at Maddox. “I think we’re going to be happy here. I look forward to trying... just about everything.”

Snapping his finger, Maddox turned to Dylan. “Oh, and before I forget, we have parties and different nights for celebrations. Also, there are classes either during the day on the weekends, or some evenings. Feel free to take any course you’re interested in. It’s all part of the membership. So, if you’re comfortable with it, I’ll give you some brochures and informational packets and an application for membership.”

“Oh, I think Sassy and I would love to have the information,” Dylan said, “I’ll make sure to gather the—”

A waitress walked up to the table. “Excuse me. Do you guys want a drink or something?”

Maddox leaned back in his chair. “No,
you
excuse me, little girl. You do not interrupt a Daddy. And just who trained you to ask a question in a manner like that?”

Dylan looked her up and down. She had a short, pale blue dress with a white pinafore, matching socks and Mary Jane’s. A little girl.

“I’m tired,” she said with a whine. “And my feet hurt. I just want to get your drinks so I can sit down.”

The sound set Dylan’s teeth on edge, and from the clenching of Maddox’s jaw, it was clear he felt the same way.

“Get your Daddy. Now.” Maddox’s voice dropped to a growl, both the girls at the table sitting up straight, dropping their gazes.

“Oh no!” The waitress turned, quickly walking up to the bartender. She pointed at Maddox, who waved to the gentleman. Jim, the bartender, shook his head, picking up an intercom and speaking into it.

Just a few seconds later, a very tall, broad-shouldered man came down the stairs, his steps slow, measured as he walked up to the table. “I’m Daddy Logan.” Logan addressed everyone, then turning toward his little girl. “Guess you need a spanking, from what I’m hearing. What did you do, bad girl?”

“I don’t need one. I don’t! I’m tired, and my feet hurt. I just came up to the table and asked them what they wanted to drink — and this man had a fit!” She linked her arm in the crook of his elbow. “I think he’s trying to get me in trouble, Daddy.”

“Belle, you must not recognize him. That is Professor Parks, from the classroom. He paddled your naughty ass over there about a month ago now. So, I don’t think he’d set out to get you into trouble. It’s not what Daddie’s do. And Daddy Maddox would never lie about a little. What happened here, Maddox?”

Maddox cleared his throat. “First, she interrupting us while we were speaking.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Then, instead of politely asking if she could take our order, she asked ‘do you guys wanna drink or something?’ It is
not
the way we train our subs here. I know, because I help with the training.”

“You’re right about that. She’s been taught better both at home
and
here.” Logan put his hands on his hips, looking at his girl. Then, with a smirk, he turned back to Maddox. “You know, you’re teaching in the classroom tonight, aren’t you, Professor?”

“Yes.” Maddox looked at his phone. “In about a half hour.”

“Perfect. I think my Belle will be in class tonight. This way she gets to rest her feet, and you’ll get to teach her a lesson in politeness — and what happens when you interrupt the teacher.”

“I think that’s an excellent solution to this situation, Daddy Logan.” Maddox shifted his attention to Belle. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes, sitting at your desk. Don’t be late, young lady.”

“Oh, no!” Belle said, whining. “I don’t want to do this. At all.” But her Daddy walked away with her, giving her a hard swat that sounded like a thunderclap.

Maddox chuckled, looking at Sassy. “And that’s how naughty girls are disciplined here.” He pointed his finger at her. “Or they are taken to a private room to be paddled in private with their Daddy. But more often than not, Daddies prefer the public humiliation of one of the play rooms here. Best to keep it in mind.”

“I’m sure you know as well as I do, my Sassy has some trouble with her mouth and being impulsive. It not a matter of
if
she’ll be disciplined, but when.” Dylan laughed, regardless of the glare she sent his way.

“And that right there.” He made a circle with his forefinger in the direction of her face. “Making a face like that to a stern, sadistic Dom here may end up getting your butt paddled faster than you want.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked to Dylan. He shrugged back at her. The choice was always hers on how things progressed. She hadn’t learned that quite yet.

Chapter 7

S
assy looked over at Libby, who solemnly nodded her head. The thought of getting her ass paddled by a sadistic Dom may actually make her behave. And Daddies spanked their wives in front of other people? In public?

How could that be? They’d just bare my bottom and paddle me in front of these strangers?

Maddox raised his eyebrows in her direction. “Yes, little girl. That sassy mouth you have? You may find yourself getting blistered for it — finally.”

Well, that deteriorated fast.

He laughed. “Yes, indeed. I just hope I’m here when you spout off one of your lippy remarks. It’d be even better if it were directed at me. The personal satisfaction of meting out your punishment would be beyond gratifying.”

Brittney felt a retort on her lips, but swallowed it down. The ominous threat hung over her like a cloud. She had no desire to find herself ass up over her professor’s knee, much less in the quite exposed bar area.

“Good girl, Sassy.” Dylan chucked her under the chin. “Nice restraint.”

Damn him.

Maddox addressed Dylan. “Does she always have this fire?”

Dylan smirked, and with a pride she’d never understand, he responded, “Yep. Every day. And much to my delight, it gives me the chance to spank that cute ass as often as I want. More than I want, most days.”

The professor burst into laughter. “I bet. To each their own. My Libby is some work, don’t get me wrong, but after four years, she’s settled into knowing what I’ll tolerate — and what I won’t. Haven’t you, Libby Lou?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Speaking of which, we better get to the classroom. I want to be there early enough to see our bad girl waitress come in and start with her humiliation immediately.” He rose from the table, shaking Dylan’s hand. “Feel free to watch our classroom if you’d like, or wander around and find what interests you both. We’ll be done in about ninety minutes. Enjoy yourselves.” He paused, wagging his finger at Sassy. “And you behave, young lady. Or at a minimum, make sure you don’t misbehave until I’m around.”