Free His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) by Megan Michaels Page B

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