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

interrupting and being rude out in the bar area?”
    Maddox shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I had given her lines to write, but apparently she hadn’t gotten that far.” Maddox addressed Belle. “Had you, girl?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Well, looks like you get to add that to her punishment.” Logan pointed to the back of the room. “I’ll be in the back of the room, watching. Don’t put up with any of her shenanigans.” Before he left, Logan pinched Belle’s chin. “Behave, bad girl.”
    “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
    “I have a feeling you’ll be much sorrier very soon.” Logan walked to take a seat, his large body dwarfing the desk.
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    M addox almost felt sorry for Belle — that is until he thought of how he would feel if it had been his girl who’d misbehaved in such a way. He would be so ashamed of his babygirl. And then when he thought about how Belle called his Libby a ‘cunt,’ it filled him with righteous anger. How dare she call his beautiful, elegant woman a name like that?
    Maddox cleared his throat. “Belle, I want you to bend over the desk, please. Right here.” He pointed to the gleaming wood, meaning she’d be facing her classmates and the door, her pussy visible to everyone.
    “Sir, may I use one of the other sides? Please?”
    Maddox invaded her personal space. “Do you think you deserve the luxury of choosing how you’re caned, girl?”
    “Well, I’m hoping.”
    “You hoped wrong. You’ll lie on the desk here, where I pointed. No arguments.” He tapped on the surface again.
    She bent over, gasping when the cold metal edge pressed against her. Her skin quivering, goose bumps rose on the skin.
    “Libby, you may sit back down and write your lines. I don’t want any more trouble out of you, or you’ll be next.”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    Maddox stroked the pale skin before him, outlining the pink handprint on one cheek. “Is that swat still stinging?”
    “N-no, sir.”
    “Good.” He rounded the desk, walking to the wall behind it, in clear view of Belle, pulling down the cane from the hook. He swished it through the air, Belle’s back visibly stiffening at the whistling note. “Tell me, bad girl, how I made you mad.”
    “You told me to write lines saying that I will not disrespect a Daddy again . And I just didn’t feel I had disrespected you. I knew I had interrupted, but that’s not disrespecting in my mind.” Her voice had no sign of attitude or sarcasm. She was just being honest, which was something that Maddox appreciated, a trait he fostered in his little girl.
    “Name a person that you respect, Belle. Someone you love and cherish.” He rested one hip on the desk, keeping her face in his line of vision.
    “My Daddy.”
    Maddox turned to smile at Logan, who had a broad grin on his face. “Now, tell me how you show him that you respect him. How would you convey that during your day?”
    “Well, I would bring him coffee in bed. I do the things he asks me to do during the day. I kneel at his feet, and I make sure he doesn’t need or want for anything. And I tell him I love him, calling him Daddy.” She smiled at Maddox, obviously proud of her answer.
    “Very nice. Those are great responses. If your Daddy is telling you about his day, or he’s talking to Master Ivan, how do you behave?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
    She smiled. “I listen carefully to his stories. Or I sit quietly at his feet, and make sure not to interrupt. Oh... now I see.”
    “Oh is right. Showing respect means putting their needs ahead of your own, and not interrupting when they are speaking. Next question: name someone you respect that you don’t know.”
    She paused, her eyebrows furrowed. “Uhm. A priest, police officer, a boss. I can’t think of any more.”
    “How would you react if the policeman was talking to you and someone interrupted them in the middle of their sentence?”
    “I wouldn’t like it. Just like you didn’t like me doing it to you.”
    “That’s