Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (5 page)

Libby wiggled her hips, arching her spine as the wax slid down her side close to her armpits; the warmth ran along nerve endings, spurring her arousal. Maddox leaned forward, blowing gently on the still wet, warm melted soy wax, her skin goose bumped, and she shivered.

Maddox chuckled. “Feel good, Libby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m moving to the other breast now.” He poured the warm fluid, pooling it between her breasts; she writhed in response, the yellow liquid trickling to the hollow of her throat.

Libby took a deep breath, her pulse visible in the still liquid wax. “Oh, Daddy. It’s…so warm.”

“Good, baby.” He drizzled it along her left globe, turning it yellow, dripping large splatters of wax in varying patterns along her skin, taking great care to cover the whole nipple and areola. Once again, he blew softly on the hardening wax, watching her skin bump under the cooling oil.

He moved the jar of wax to the counter, grabbing the other jar now ready with melted wax, pouring it slowly down her belly, her flesh quivering and trembling as it slid in a steady stream, making a downward trek toward her belly button, and pooling in the small hole. Maddox eased up on the jar letting large drips fall in large splatters on her soft flesh. When he let it skate in rivulets down her lower belly, he held her hips still with his large hand bracing her to the table; it continued until it pooled along the seam of her sex seeping directly onto her clit.

Libby struggled to raise her hips, but he effortlessly held her completely still, chuckling out loud when she growled in her chest.

“Are you being sassy with me, Miss Libby?”

“Daddy! I’m throbbing, please let me at least move!”

Before he could respond, the crowd tittered. He whispered. “Don’t you dare open your eyes. They love that you’re turned on, and if I were to check, I bet every one of them has a hard on or are seeping through their panties watching…wishing they were you.”

He quietly shushed her, like one would a fussy baby, continuing to pour the wax onto her clit. “Is that warm wax sliding down your labia to your anus, girl.”

“Yes!” She lengthened her neck, straining with her body to rise.

“Roll over baby, on your elbows, ass up.”

She whispered softly, “But Daddy. Can I lie on my tummy instead?”

“Little girl, is your bottom not sore enough? Are you asking for another spanking in front of these beautiful people?” He raised his eyebrows in question. He knew his Libby would be flipping over quickly; the idea of a spanking in public—let alone two of them—was more than she wanted.

“No, Daddy! It’s just…never mind.” She flipped over resting on her elbows and knees, that delicious bottom up high, her anus exposed, covered in yellow wax.

“Tell me, baby. What has you concerned?” He blocked her view of the spectators, rubbing her gorgeous ass.

“Daddy, I don’t like being like this…with my butt in the air unless I’m at home. But…I’ll do it.” She closed her eyes, shuttering him out, a small tear slipping from one of her eyes.

“Then that’s a limit in my book. Lie flat on your belly.” Maddox spanked Libby n front of these people, poured wax onto her breasts and pussy, but leaving her gorgeous ass up in the air was too much. He wouldn’t push her; she was willing to do it—
for him
. She had conceded that she’d do it in the privacy of their home, which was all the submission he needed. He desired to make her happy, watching her grow as an individual, both of these were a huge improvement from the girl he had met four years ago.

Maddox ran his hand over her still pink, spanked bottom. No marks, just a faint sting he had no doubt. He slowly drizzled wax onto her backside, watching her hips waggle with the extra sensation. He pulled her cheek, letting a slow, steady stream of soy wax slide over her anus, blowing on it to increase her arousal.

Libby ground, her pussy on the table, her breathing increasing as she clenched and unclenched her backside.

“Does this wax sting on your spanked bottom, Miss Libby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Maddox turned to look at the crowd gathered and shook his head. The silent message ‘
it can’t hurt too much.’
Libby’s happy sighs and moans along with the swiveling of her hips contradicted any assumption that her bottom was in a great deal of pain.

“I think it’s time to give you your reward, girlie.” Maddox replaced the Mason jar to the counter, before sliding his hand under her body. He found that tight bundle of nerves, teasing and circling it with feathery touches, dipping two fingers from his other hand into her sex, pumping them, and her panting increased as did the movements of her body.

“Daddy, I need to come!”

“Yes, baby.” His thumb found her anus, pressing and dipping into the dark channel, bringing her to completion.

She screamed, her body stiffening, trembling and quaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm until he felt the tension suffusing her body again; she became aware of the crowd that had just watched her release.

“Baby, there’s no judgment here,” Maddox whispered softly above her as he extricated his fingers, her body thrusting at the loss. He continued to stroke her silky soft skin. “What happened in this room—between us—is something that these people want to experience too. You were fucking amazing, flying apart, your body writhing from the wax and arousal.”

He trailed soft kisses starting at her tailbone, on each vertebra until he reached the wispy baby hair on her neck. Licking and sucking on her earlobe, dipping his tongue into the channel, her body writhing again.

“Let’s get you dressed, baby. It’s time to go to the classroom.”

Maddox wet the washcloth with warm water, wringing out the excess and wiping the soy oil that hadn’t been absorbed by her skin.

He slipped her dress over her head, and when she put her hand out for her panties, he smiled back at her. “I’m keeping those for the time being. If you behave, you’ll get them back. If not, you’ll get spanked, and I’ll keep them in my pocket until you go to bed tonight.” He winked at her shocked expression, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Let’s go to the classroom, naughty girl.”

M
elody looked around the room; she knew everyone here. Although she should find comfort in that, the reality was she didn’t find comfort in her peers and friends watching her humiliation and punishment. Ivan had been relentless since her fiasco with the girls—
a month ago!
He said it had been a betrayal—broken their trust, and she’d pay the penalty and have to work doubly hard to earn his trust again.

She had cried many tears over this, trying to plead and beg his complete forgiveness. However, as he so aptly pointed out, he had forgiven her. Forgiveness wasn’t the issue; the issue was relying on and trusting her at The Playpen. Ivan needed to know and trust that she had his back and would do what was right, not risking his liquor license or any other issues that could arise from illegal contraband on the premises. Trust is what had been marred, and she’d have to prove—through actions—that she was worthy of his trust again.

She found herself unable to focus on her schoolwork. Instead, guilt consumed her. Melody had failed a test in English Classics of all things. English courses were her favorite, but she’d been so worried about her Daddy’s disappointment with her. Now she’d be spending time in the classroom here at The Playpen, more than likely getting herself into trouble again. No matter how hard she tried, she always fell short of expectations.

Melody entered the Nursery and, of course, Mommy Corinne immediately stood from the rocking chair she’d been sitting in, walking briskly toward her, invading her space. Melody had hoped she’d be able to bypass her and go straight to the Nanny, typically they were kinder.

“Miss Melody, why are you in the Nursery? Did Daddy Ivan send you here to be
taken care of
tonight?” She’d stood in her austere black dress; her dark hair pulled back into a strict, no-hair-out –of-place bun.

“No…Mommy. Daddy sent me here to take my panties off,
leaving
them with you.” Instead of making eye contact, Melody stared at the name tag saying,
Mommy Corinne
.

Pinching her chin roughly, tilting her head up sharply, Mommy said, “And why is that, Mouse?”

Melody gritted her teeth together; she didn’t appreciate Mommy using the nickname that Daddy had given her. Mouse was something special between them. “My name is Melody. And because he wants me without panties for the rest of the night.”

“Watch your saucy attitude, little girl. We know how to handle attitudes in this room, and you’re mighty close to finding that out.” Mommy had backed up a step. “Turn around. Bend over as you pull those panties off, staying bent over until I tell you otherwise.”

Melody’s face blushed with embarrassment. She had contemplated refusing to turn around, but she knew that wouldn’t work in her favor—at all. Turning slowly, she’d swiveled, bending over. But, before she could lift her skirt, Mommy Corinne had raised it, folding it onto her back, exposing her old fashioned white briefs that Daddy had her put on before they’d left the house.

Melody held her breath, not sure if Mommy would be smacking her panty-covered bottom or pulling the panties down. Her body stilled during the wait.

“I’m partial to these white, schoolgirl panties. As a pastor’s daughter, I’m sure you wore these often. Good little Christian girls aren’t allowed to wear bikinis or thongs, are they, naughty girl?” Mommy’s finger ran along the elastic on the leg openings, before skating along the soft cotton gusset, pressing just enough on the seam of her labia, making Melody shiver. “Your panties are warm and moist on my finger, girl. I wonder what naughty thoughts are running through your mind; I’m sure there many taboo things for a Christian girl to ponder, enough to drench her panties, for sure.”

Melody’s thighs began to tremble, and she wiggled away, forcing Mommy Corrine’s finger to slip aside.

Mommy slapped her right cheek sharply in response. “You do
not
pull away. I’m in charge here, little girl. I was going to let you pull your panties down, but now I think I’ll take that privilege away—”

“Daddy said I was to hand you my panties. He didn’t say you could spank me or humiliate me.” Melody started to rise, only to feel a very hard hand pressing between her shoulder blades.

“Bend. Over.” Mommy Corrine swatted her bottom several times. Hard.

Melody shifted on the balls of her feet, the sting becoming uncomfortable.

“Now, let’s get these cute white panties off. Just as Daddy requested.” Mommy tugged on the elastic at her waist, slowly and torturously stretching it over her behind. However, instead of pulling them completely down her legs, she’d stopped their march downward, letting the panties rest on her thighs. “Widen your legs, naughty girl. And do
not
let them fall to the floor. There are consequences for letting them fall, and I’m pretty sure you know what those consequences are.”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.” To her chagrin, Melody was very familiar with how the Nursery mete out penalties. “Ma’am, can we get my Daddy?”

“There’s no need, babygirl, as long as you behave, these panties will be off and you’ll be on your way. If, however, we have to take this to a punishment level, I’ll have George, our security guard summon Master Ivan to the Nursery.” Mommy Corinne pointed to the burly man with referee striped t-shirt. Daddy Ivan thought the referee shirts made the guards easily detected in a crowded room, and Melody had to admit it did make them stand apart from the other guests.

George made a mock salute to Melody. She shifted uncomfortably, her neck flushing with embarrassment, knowing George could see everything from his vantage point, including her wet, shaved pussy. Ivan’s employees saw her in the most compromised situations and predicaments and that made talking to them professionally later almost impossible. In her mind, it left her at a distinct disadvantage.

“Look at this pink bottom.” Mommy ran her hand lightly over her hot, stinging backside. “It would have been a pristine white if you hadn’t gotten sassy. I’m sure your Daddy doesn’t allow such impudence. Does he, Mouse?”

Melody gritted her teeth, fighting off a sarcastic retort, and instead politely responding. “No, Ma’am, he doesn’t.”

“Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” It was a rhetorical question.

“Answer me.”

Or so she thought.

“No, Ma’am.”

“I think I’d prefer that you call me Mommy for the next few moments. It’ll help establish our roles until you leave with your bare bottom.” She cupped Melody’s pussy, her middle finger pressing gently on the seam of her sex. “You’re a little sticky and wet here, girl. You always fight being in this Nursery, but I think deep inside, your subconscious loves this room.”

Melody didn’t like to think about that; she knew the woman was probably more than right. She liked being cared for, the crooning and caressing that Daddy did with her after a spanking. But
this?
Melody wasn’t so sure about it. She didn’t care for the clothes or diapers, but the mere thought of drop seat jammies and pacifier butt plugs made her clit throb persistently.