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

right, little girl. It’s the finest form of disrespect there is. You never interrupt someone in authority who is speaking. And whether you like it or not, I’m a Daddy and a Master here at the Playpen. You will not do this again. And after your bottom has been caned, you’ll apologize to my wife for calling her a cunt, and then you’ll sit on that hard desk chair, finishing your lines. Or better yet, I may have you write your lines with your stripped bottom and pussy on display to your classmates. It’d teach you humility quickly. Do you know what humility is, girl?”
    Professor Maddox would make sure she understood the error of her ways, making it a lifelong lesson.
    “It means to be... kind?”
    She had not a clue. No wonder she didn’t know how to model it. “No, sweetness. Humility means having a low view of one’s importance. One of the essential traits of a submissive nature is humility, putting other’s needs ahead of your own. Being patient, meek, or bashful. So, writing your lines with your pussy on display would teach you those about humility quickly.” He slashed the cane through the air. “But first, let’s teach you to never, ever call a person in authority a son of a bitch — or his girl a cunt.”
    He tapped the cane on her bottom, her shaved pussy glistening with her juices, her anus clearly visible in this position. He turned the cane sideways, laying the length down the seam of her ass, flicking it harshly to spank her little pucker.
    Belle rose up, clenching her cheeks tightly.
    “You are not allowed to rise. If you do it again, you’ll be tied to the desk. Clear?” Maddox made sure there was an edge to his voice that demanded obedience.
    “Y-Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
    “See that it doesn’t happen again. It won’t be tolerated.” To prove his dominance, he snapped the stick along the divide, watching it turn red with the harsh, loud crack.
    “Oh. Oh! I’m sorry, Sir.”
    “Let’s get started with your punishment.” He tapped on the underside of her bottom. Pulling back, he hit all in the same area three times, purplish lines rising immediately. Those tracks would be sore for days and would be a reminder whenever she sat.
    He lined up the harsh, cruel implement just under the first set and cracked it hard another three times. Again, the lines appeared quickly, turning an angry purple.
    “Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy. Please make him stop!” She knew exactly what she was doing, and, once again, disrespecting Maddox.
    “Your Daddy isn’t going to interrupt. You, my girl, need to learn how to respect me.”
    “Listen to him, Isabelle!” Logan said.
    “Your sit spots have had enough, Isabelle. I’m now going to be caning your cute little ass. The strokes are going to be fast and hard. I’m not giving you much space between them, so take a deep breath. These will be rough.” He tapped his cane on her bottom, watching her take a deep breath. Then he swung his arm wide, snapping the cane down across her ass repeatedly.
    Her screams filled the air, and when she looked like she might try to rise to her feet, he held her hands in the small of her back, pressing her down against the desk.
    Her ass writhed, her sobs becoming more like wails, her tears breaking his heart. The unforgiving wood bit into her now very pink bottom, her flesh lined with inflamed tracks. He gave her three diagonal stripes, cutting across the previous ones on each cheek. Pulling one cheek aside, he snapped the cane harshly onto her crack, her anus winking in response.
    Her pitiful sobs were the only sounds in the room, along with the spicy scent of her sex, her juices dribbling out of her labia. He wiped his cane with a clean cloth, before hanging it back on the wall.
    He wiped her tear-stained cheeks, gently brushing the long strands of her blonde hair from her face. “How are you, baby girl?”
    “Not so good, but I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t interrupt again. I promise.”
    “And you know what, girlie? I