I glanced up at Jax, who gave me a nearly imperceptible nod. With my heart hammering against my ribs, I stepped forward, forcing myself to take the small, demure steps I felt sure would make me look bashful.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Oscar murmured, reaching out to cup my chin. His fingers were surprisingly soft, his touch gentle as he tilted my face up to his. “Are you ready to be a good girl for us tonight?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.
“I think you should call me Uncle Oscar,” he said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “Don’t you agree, Jax?”
“Whatever pleases you,” Jax replied smoothly. “Little Lulu has been thoroughly trained to accommodate your preferences.”
Viktor stepped forward then, his massive frame blocking the harsh overhead lights. “And I will be Uncle Viktor,” he said, his accent thicker than I remembered. Without waiting for permission, his hand moved to my waist, then slid down tocup my bottom through the thin fabric of my skirt. I couldn’t suppress a small gasp as his fingers dug into the flesh still tender from yesterday’s whipping.
“So needy,” Viktor noted with approval. “You have trained her well, Jax.”
“She still has much to learn,” Jax said. “But she’s eager to please.”
Oscar’s hand moved to my hair, stroking one of my pigtails almost tenderly. “Perhaps we should see just how eager,” he suggested, his other hand moving to the buttons of my blouse. I stood frozen as he undid another button, exposing more of my chest to the cool air of the garage. “Show us what’s under this pretty blouse, little girl.”
My fingers trembled as I reached for the remaining buttons. I worked them open slowly, allowing the blouse to fall open and reveal the lacy white training bra Jax had chosen for tonight. It was barely more than two triangles of sheer fabric, my nipples clearly visible through the delicate lace.
“Beautiful,” Oscar murmured, his fingertips tracing the edge of the bra. “But I think we need to inspect further, don’t you, Viktor?”
The Russian nodded, his pale eyes gleaming with hunger. “Yes. Show us what’s under your skirt, Little Lulu.”
I swallowed hard, my hands moving to the waistband of my plaid skirt. With a quick glance at Jax for reassurance, I reached down to gather up the hem and raise the fabric above my waist. I stood before them in that humiliating pose, displaying my special panties with their secret pearl button closure in the back.
“Turn around,” Viktor instructed, making a circular motion with his finger. “Slowly.”
I turned slowly, my face burning with shame as I displayed myself to the men. I knew what they were seeing—the frilly white panties that looked so innocent from the front, but held that forbidden secret in the back: the pearl button closure that only Daddy could open. Only Daddy was supposed to open.
“Ah,” Oscar breathed, his finger tracing the button through the thin fabric. “Your special panties. I remember them well. Such a clever design.”
Viktor chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Little girls who wear such panties must be very obedient, yes? Otherwise, they cannot use the bathroom without permission.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes downcast as I’d been trained. “Yes, Uncle Viktor.”
“Let’s test this obedience,” Oscar said, his hand moving to my bottom, squeezing one cheek hard enough to make me gasp again. “Bend over and touch your toes, Little Lulu.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I obeyed, folding at the waist until my fingertips brushed the polished concrete floor. The position made my bottom thrust out obscenely, the pearl button doubtless clearly visible against the frilled white fabric.
“Perfect,” Oscar murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of my panties. “You’ve given us something very special, Jax.”
“As I said, she’s still learning,” Jax replied from somewhere behind me. “But she understands what happens to bad girls who disobey.”
“And what happens to them?” Viktor asked, his accent thickening with obvious arousal.
“They get their bottoms whipped before they get fucked,” I answered automatically, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them.
A moment of silence followed my outburst, then Oscar laughed—a rich, appreciative sound that echoed in the concrete garage. “She knows her place,” he said with approval. “Stand up, little one.”
I straightened, my face burning with humiliation as I tugged my skirt back down. Jax moved to stand beside me, his hand coming to rest possessively on the back of my neck.
“The distributors and dealers are waiting upstairs,” Oscar said, his eyes still lingering on my body. “They’re quite excited for the… entertainment to arrive.”
“Entertainment?” I whispered, looking up at Jax uncertainly.
Before he could answer, the sound of an engine echoed through the garage. We all turned to see a white school bus pulling in, the words ‘Selecta Corrections’ painted on its side in bold red letters.
“Ah,” Jax said with satisfaction. “Right on schedule.”
