Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I was living in an abandoned warehouse,” I continued, the words spilling out of me. “I was hungry all the time. When I saw the opportunity at the Selecta shop… I thought I could make some quick money without hurting anyone. I didn’t think about the consequences.”
As I spoke, I felt Daddy Daniel’s other hand join the first, both now caressing my trembling body with surprising tenderness. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a warmth in my pussy that I struggled to ignore.
Even more alarming, though, was the other warmth, the one in my chest. The idea that this billionaire had actually taken an interest in my life… that the same man who clearly took delight in punishing me also wanted to take care of me this way…
Like a daddy. To my dismay, I felt a lump come into my throat.
“You know you did the wrong thing, though,” Daddy Daniel said. “Don’t you, Amy?”
Get a fucking grip on yourself. The voice came from the back of my head. This guy didn’t care about me; all he wanted to do was put on a show for Miss Frieda, Mr. Samuel, and the other naked girls.
Daddy Otto’s voice came from Zoe’s cell. I realized belatedly that the spanking had stopped, but what Zoe’s new daddy said sent an unwelcome thrill to my clit even more intense than the sound of his hand on her backside had.
“Reach back and spread those cheeks, girl. I’m going to lube you up now.”
CHAPTER 7
Daniel
I’d known Otto Blankenship for about five years now. We shared a taste for naughty girls, but frankly he tended to take what seemed to me a lazy approach. His choice of Zoe certainly reflected that—Otto clearly had little interest in aiding in the girl’s rehabilitation.
I felt a good deal of gratitude, though, for his straightforward take the bad girl into her cell and fuck her in the ass approach. The effect Zoe’s cries of mingled discomfort and arousal had on Amy seemed profound, strong enough perhaps even to help her to a breakthrough.
Her body tensed under my caressing hands, and I knew that she would act as Miss Frieda had anticipated when she had briefed me about the gorgeous, curvy, clearly whip-smart girl.
“If you get the chance, Mr. O’Hara,” the bewitching trainer had told me, “ask her to admit that she did the wrong thing when she committed her crime. Her assessment team is ninety percent sure she’ll deny it. Maybe it doesn’t seem like much, but provoking that opposition would be a very good first step in bringing her to understand herself and her motivations better.”
Amy’s head turned, her eyes suddenly blazing. I could see her hands, flat against the wall, tremble at the fury my question had unleashed. Every muscle in her frame seemed at the point of a futile attempt at flight.
“No!” she said. “I told you. I didn’t have any options… I had…”
In those fierce brown eyes I could see that she knew she had in fact definitely had options. She could have gone back to her Educational Facility and asked the corps who ran it—probably Selecta itself, actually—to train her to do something useful. Not exciting, not glamorous, but on the correct side of the law.
I didn’t hesitate: I shifted my weight a little, taking hold of Amy’s delectable right hip with my left hand, and I raised the paddle high. I got the cock-stiffening pleasure of seeing her jaw slacken and her eyes widen as she saw me—my dominant blood sang at the sheer ambiguity of her expression, in which I read the urgency of her need for strict discipline alongside her fear of it.
Amy’s face crumpled. Her mouth started to form the N of No! I brought the paddle down, very hard. The stroke rang out against the concrete walls, and a moment later Zoe let out a sob from her cell as Otto undoubtedly began to impale her little bottom on his cock.
Amy cried out, and I saw tears welling up afresh in her eyes as she stared at me, her mouth now a pout of woe.
“Turn your face to the wall,” I ordered, “and count.”
Amy
I knew I didn’t have any choice, though my body kept screaming to run away. I turned my eyes back to the white-washed concrete in front of me.
“Three!” I screamed. “Th-thank you… Daddy… p-please, may I…” I swallowed hard on a sob, whimpered, and finally choked out, “may I have another?”
I yelped as the paddle fell again, my body jerking forward against the rough concrete wall.
“Four!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Thank you, Daddy. Please, may I have another?”
Daddy Daniel’s hand came to rest on my lower back, his touch both soothing and possessive. “You’re taking your punishment well, Amy,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But I think we both know you need more than just a paddling to truly learn your lesson.”