Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Do it! the rebellious part of me demanded. You’re a bad girl—that’s what they call you, right? Show them you have no intention of complying with this insanity!
But Daddy Jacob… he had called me a bad girl, yes, but that wasn’t the thing he had called me most recently, was it?
You cannot be serious! shouted my remaining resistance. That fucker calls you good girl, and suddenly you decide that’s what you want to be? His little lady or some bullshit like that?
But…
I had lost sight of Daddy Phil. He had gone all the way around Daddy Jacob, to stand behind me to my right. I turned my face the other way, feeling my disheveled ponytail move wildly across my back, but I could only see his huge right bicep and a little of his white t-shirt.
Daddy Jacob let go of my ass. I let out a little whine through my nose as I realized both my new daddies were standing there, looking at my backside, my head down and my face forward so that I had no say in this degrading inspection.
Get up! Run! bad Marianne screamed in my head.
“Not quite red enough, I’d say,” Daddy Phil’s voice said.
“Yeah,” Daddy Jacob agreed. “Here, I’ll get the paddle they sent, and you can make sure she’s ready to lose her cherry.”
My body seemed to react in two diametrically opposed ways at the same time. For a moment, the defiant part of my mind got enough help from the sheer fear the word paddle had brought to start the process of another futile escape attempt. In the same instant though, that very fear allied with the hot shame brought down on me by Daddy Jacob’s words, ready to lose her cherry, to make my hips jerk over the back of the couch, pushing my backside out as if I were another kind of bad girl—not the kind who disobeyed and tried to run away, but the kind who couldn’t wait for her first hard fucking by the men whose lusts she must serve.
What it produced in my limbs came in the form of a strange, disorganized movement: my arms pushed up and my upper body turned to the right, but my lower body bucked backwards, so that I didn’t actually go anywhere. It didn’t matter, either, because Daddy Phil put an end to it with a huge hand on my back, pressing me downward as I cried out in alarm at the easy strength with which he controlled me.
“No, sweetheart,” he said. “Stay right there. We don’t want to have to give you extra with the paddle. You did such a good job getting on your elbows for Daddy Jacob. Don’t make it harder on yourself.”
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, closing my eyes and hanging my head, feeling loose strands of hair fall around my face.
“Marianne, honey.” Daddy Jacob’s voice came from right in front of me.
I opened my tear filled eyes and raised my head a little, to see him looming over me, holding something in front of my face for me to look at. A pink leather paddle, the face only about the size of a handheld or an old-fashioned paperback book. I blinked. It seemed so different from the big one the doctor had used on Nurse Cathy.
“This is your paddle,” Daddy Jacob said, his voice sounding a little solemn. “You’re going to get to know it very well. You’ll keep it on your dresser from now on, so your daddies can always find it when you’ve misbehaved, and you can look at it to remind you about why you’re here.”
As I watched, he lifted it up and reached it to Daddy Phil, removing it from my view. I felt Daddy Phil’s hand lift from my back as he moved around to my left, and then his other hand pushed down on a spot a little lower, just above my tailbone, not very hard—just to make sure I knew I must stay in place.
“No…,” I begged, looking up at Daddy Jacob. “Please… just…”
Daddy Jacob had his hands below his belt, his fingers fiddling with something, lowering it. It took me a moment to understand.
“I’m going to get her acquainted with my cock while you paddle her,” he said, without taking his eyes from mine. “It’s important to make sure our bad girl understands what sexual discipline means.”
CHAPTER 9
Marianne
Again… I thought vaguely, as my mind whirled. He’s… teaching me.
Important… important for our bad girl…
I wasn’t sure I wanted to watch Daddy Jacob’s long but clearly nimble fingers do what they had started to do with the zipper on his faded jeans, but I couldn’t close my eyes or look away no matter how hard I tried. He had the coppery metal tab thing—for an insane moment I wondered what it was called, as my brain scrambled to find anything else to focus on, besides what my daddy was doing—between his thumb and forefinger. He drew it down to the bottom of the zipper’s teeth. He reached inside.