Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (16 page)

“Nanny. Do you have any short, whippy switches here?”

Libby’s heart raced

Oh, Dear God! Would he actually switch me?

Her sweaty hands still gripped the handle bars by the rocking horse’s head, her thighs now shaking. Libby desperately pushed to insert the dildo further into herself, looking over her shoulder to see Maddox eyeing two, ruler length little twigs.

“Oh, these are just perfect. I should’ve known you’d have something this effective here.” He swished them through the air, they whistled, making her clench her bottom cheeks together.

Libby knew she had to swallow the damn dildo, but Christ, calling it Gigantic George was apt. She didn’t care what Daddy said, she’d never had something this huge up her ass.

Maddox slashed the switch against her ass, leaving three lines of fire.

Libby jerked upward, squeezing her cheeks as much as she could straddle the damn horse. “Daddy!”

“I told you to move faster, Libby. I mean it.” He swished it across her injured flesh twice more.

“Ow. It’s like shoving a cowboy boot up my asshole.”

Although Maddox laughed, he wasted no time switching her backside for the outburst. “Is that how my little girl is supposed to talk?”

“N-no. But geez, Daddy.”

“Maybe your girl needs some soap in her mouth, Professor.” Mommy Corinne had come up to them.

Libby stilled her heart racing. She had to admit that she more than likely deserved some soap, but she hoped her Daddy would remember how sick she’d been the last time he’d used soap in her mouth.

Should I remind him? Or should I trust that he’ll remember?

Before she had to make a snap decision, her Daddy cleared his throat. “No, thank you, Mommy. My girl gets a terrible tummy ache from soap. But if she does it again, we’ll wet her bottom and use that handy tawse your Nanny has.”

“Yes, Sir. You know best. Nanny would be more than happy to share, I’m sure.”

“No doubt. Thank you.” Maddox patted Libby’s sore bottom, running his finger along the burning areas. “See, your Daddy takes care of his babygirl. No soap. But I’m not sure you’ll like the tawse on a wet backside any better, so I’d skedaddle my little ass onto George, if I were you.”

Libby gritted her teeth, pushing past the uncomfortable fullness and burn until she felt it pop into place, the ring of muscle tightening on the neck of the dildo. She expelled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, stretching out her legs that were still shaking from the lengthy squat over the horse. “Oh God, that was awful.”

“Oh sweetie, you’ve just begun.” Maddox lightly rubbed her back, patting her hip like one would a skittish mare. “Take a breather before we start up again.”

“Start up again. What the f—what do you mean start up again?” She looked over her should at him.

His gaze narrowed. “If I were you, naughty girl, I’d keep my mouth shut during my reprieve.”

She became aware of the vibrator again; the continual quaking in her sex obliterated by the unfriendly intrusion of the anal plug. She took a deep shivery breath, her muscles relaxing into the sensations. Libby fought off the urge to rub her clit, knowing he’d slap her hands away—or more.

“Okay, girl, now we play.” His deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

She looked over at him, his stunning good looks, twinkling eyes, and dimples, with soft curls near his ear.
How
did she get lucky enough to call him hers?

“Hands on the handles, and do not take them off of there. You will continually rock back and forth, if you stop for any reason, I’ll be whipping your ass with these nearby branches. Go!”

Am I supposed to rock with a plug and a fucking vibrator?

The switch sliced her skin, the burn permeating her thoughts. Libby screeched, jerking upward, which only had the plug pulling out partially. In this situation, thankfully Gigantic George was so huge, so it didn’t slip out easily with her sudden, jerky movements. She impaled herself upon the intruder, grunting as it once again became fully seated into her dark channel. Libby didn’t waste any time rocking.

At that moment, Libby shouted. “Oh, my –are you effing kidding?”

On the backward glide of the horse, the rung of the horse was a bellows pump, and it lengthened the dildo into her, the expansion making her bowels cramp.

“Oh, Daddy!”

“Yep. That’s the reaction I expected.” He chuckled. “I think you may decide that jamming your vile words and attitude down another person’s throat is similar to this being jammed up your little asshole. Isn’t that right, girlie?”

“Oh, God.” She continued to rock, lifting up to, ease the bulging inside her, only to find out that Daddy Maddox had anticipated this reaction, and he switched her little ass, the tip of the switch slipping between her cheeks to the sensitive areas. “Ow. Oh…okay, okay. I’ll sit on it. Stop, please, Daddy.”

She’d never been so happy to see Maddox do nothing. He paused. No speaking, lecturing, striking, poking, or prodding. Just blissfully let her come to grips with her situation, the sting and burn—everywhere. Her panting filled her ears; she pulled her trembling hand off the handlebar to wipe off the sweat that had formed on her upper lip.

“Move.”

She didn’t hesitate to start rocking. Every thrust had her squawking with the expansion, she swore it must expand ten inches; it felt like it went to her throat.

“Let’s increase that vibrator, sweets.”

Libby rolled her eyes shut.

Dear Lord, I’m going to fucking die.

The fullness of the plug along with the extreme vibrations had her body shaking with need, her pussy quaking and clenching.

“Daddy…can I…I think I’m going to come.”

“Oh no, you don’t. You hold that back.” He slashed the switch on the outside of her left hip, which made her arousal subside like a wet blanket on fire.

“Jesus!” Libby knew to keep rocking, but relief flooded her.

Maddox turned down the vibrator and halted the rocking.

Libby shook and quivered, head down, panting and exhausted from the ride. From the periphery of her vision, she saw the other men and women watching, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Maddox’s hand brushed down her cheek gently getting her attention, squatting down at the front of the horse. “Do you think you’ll remember not to call my mother any names in the future?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I knew better, and usually, I wouldn’t behave in such a manner. Maybe I’ve become Bridezilla.” Libby bit her lip. She had promised herself she wouldn’t let herself become
that bride.

“Not a chance. My mother has a way of provoking people, and you’re just stressed enough that you fell for it this time. And I trust after today; it’ll be your last time too.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He chucked her under the chin lightly. “How about we get you your orgasm now?”

Libby nodded.

“I’ll control the vibrator and the rocking motion; you just focus on your orgasm.” Daddy turned the vibrator back on, starting slow and then incrementally increasing the vibration, while keeping a steady rhythm and pace for the horse. On the forward rock, her clit would brush against the saddle horn, followed by the pump into her anus.
Brush, thrust, brush, thrust, brush, thrust.

Spurred on by the motion of the rocker, her arousal climbed toward her release, her pussy tightening, her ass cheeks squeezing on George, until she screamed with her release, pounding upon the toy, her hips swiveling to gain the most from the vibrations on her clit.

Libby continued to rock and pound, climbing to yet another orgasm, she strained, her body trembling, her hips jerking in rhythm with her sustained orgasm.

“Oh—oh. Oh, God. Ohh. Yes.” She came so hard a second time; she stood up, her feet on the rungs of the rocker, her buttocks clenched, hips thrusting salaciously. Libby grabbed the nipples of her breasts, pinching them fiercely, the plump flesh bouncing with the residual contractions.

While still manipulating her breasts, she overheard a woman near her whisper. “I want to ride the horse next.”

Hearing a weak response of “Me too.”

The rocking horse from hell, with her new dildo friend, Gigantic George, would be hailed her worst nightmare and her best toy fuck—
ever
.

Daddy shut the vibrator off, patting her hip. “Slide George out of your bottom, sweetie.”

Libby rose to her tiptoes, leaning forward a bit, the hard plastic slipping out about the same time that Maddox pulled out the vibrator, Libby shouted, her hips jerking reflexively from the loss of both insertables.

“Oh. Oh, Jesus.” Libby gripped the handlebars white knuckled.

How did one woman have this many orgasms? Am I even fucking normal?

“Seems you may still have some need sexually. We’ll take care of that when we get home, Kitten.” Daddy kissed each cheek of her buttocks. Now that her arousal had subsided, she became aware of the still stinging stripes from the switch.

“My butt hurts, Daddy.”

“As it should.” Maddox helped her step away from the rocking horse. “I think you’ll be an exceptionally good girl until the wedding, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her thighs were still trembling, her brow sweaty from the exertion.

Daddy gently kissed her nose and then her forehead. “That’s my girl. Time to go home, sweets.”

“Here are your clothes, Libby.” Mommy Corinne placed the pile into her hands. “You may go to the bathroom to dress and fix yourself.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Libby quickly darted past her peers anxious to cover up.

Libby overheard Mommy saying, “As we expected from you Professor Maddox, a lesson has been imparted to not only your little girl, but also to the rest of the Littles in the room.”

“Good to hear. It’s best when observed by others—it keeps everyone behaving.”

She closed the oak door, the snick of the latch engaging. Libby turned her bottom to the mirror. Her little ass was red and covered in angry red stripes and welts from the switching Daddy administered over her spanking from Master Ivan.

Libby shook her head. Here she was forty-five years old, staring at her blistered buttocks in the reflection—sore and still hiccupping from the whole affair. Yet, Libby wanted to smile at those stripes, the red welts that she’d feel for days. The reminder of Maddox’s love, his determination that she would hold herself to a higher standard and behave as such. Libby never considered herself as someone given over to “moods” or someone who had little hissy fits; she just never did that. After she met Maddox, it soon became apparent that she had more temper tantrums than she’d ever realized. In the past four years, her little ass had paid the penalty for those bursts of anger and stubbornness.

This most recent discipline session would be a constant reminder this week. It’d center her, keeping her mouth in check. Calling people names had never been an issue, but it appeared his mother would bring out the worst in her and after this punishment, she’d remember to hightail it to Maddox, asking him to with any friction that would occur.

Libby washed her face, dabbing at smeared mascara, tucking her blouse into her too short plaid skirt, wishing she had panties on instead of having to show her bottom to Master Ivan before he’d hand them back over to her. She sighed loudly; some days being a little girl at The Playpen were harder than others.

She opened the door, stepping back into the Nursery. The heads of her peers swiveled to look at her, the room so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Daddy Maddox’s deep voice broke the silence. “Libby, turn around and show your friends what a naughty bottom looks like after a Daddy spanks it for calling his mother a
bitch.
” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his brawny arms peeking out from the sleeves of his rolled up white dress shirt.

With her heart racing in her throat, her face flushing, Libby turned around, presenting her back to the room, slowly lifting the red and black tartan material. The wool brushed lightly across the abrasions, causing her to gasp.

Daddy cleared his throat. “Mommy, you keep new switches in here for the naughtiest of Littles, am I correct?”

“Oh, freshly cut each day, Sir.”

“As I suspected. Only the best for our guests. Libby, my dear, you can drop your skirt. We’re going home now.”

Slipping his dark suit jacket back on, he sauntered to her with long, graceful strides, his hand outstretched to take hers, tucking her into his side.

Once they were near the entrance of The Playpen, in the bar area, Master Ivan shouted. “There’s the professor’s girl. Have you been spanked into a rightfully, contrite mood again, Miss Libby?” He tipped her chin up with his giant, meaty finger.

“Y-yes, Sir.” Libby looked around the dark, low lit bar area they were standing. Thankfully the room only had a few people, most of them participating in or watching scenes.

Master Ivan smiled, winking at Maddox before reaching into his pants pocket to pull out her white cotton old-fashioned panties. She hated those damn things almost as much as Daddy loved her wearing them.

What the hell is it about old fashioned white panties?

Ivan had the elastic waistband dangling over his finger, holding them up for everyone to see—if they were looking. She turned to see if anyone had noticed her underwear on the owner’s finger.

Great! They’re all watching.

Libby dropped her head in embarrassment, her face flushing—again.

It was then that Master Ivan tipped her chin up—with his panty-covered finger! She swore she was mortified. He waved them slightly in her vision, “Do these look familiar to you, little one?”

“Y-yes, Sir. Those…they’re my pa…they’re my panties.”

He smirked at her. “And how did I say you’d earn these back, do you remember?”

“You said I would have to show you my bottom, and then I’d get them back…Sir.”

Master Ivan nodded. “I also said that if it weren't red enough, I’d spank it myself. Didn’t I?”

Libby nodded; her throat so dry she couldn’t form any words. The thought of that large man spanking her was more than she could fathom after her switching. Her bottom still tingled and burned.