I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was exactly what Jax had warned me about—the moment when everything would change. I forced myself to remain outwardly calm, though inside I was screaming.
Jax nodded almost imperceptibly. “Good. We’ll proceed as planned. But first…” His hand moved to the small of my back, guiding me toward the waiting bench. “I believe our guests expect a proper demonstration.”
Oscar’s lips curved into a predatory smile as he reached for the buttons of my blouse. “Indeed they do. Shall we show them how a true professional disciplines a bad girl?”
I trembled as Viktor’s massive hands joined Oscar’s, their fingers working quickly to remove my clothing. The blouse fell away, followed by my skirt, leaving me standing before the assembled crowd in nothing but my training bra, special panties, knee socks, and collar.
Jax guided me to the bench and pressed me down over it. His large hands positioned my body exactly as he wanted it, spreading my legs slightly and securing leather restraints around my wrists and ankles. My chest pressed against the cool leather as my bottom was positioned high, facing the crowd of leering men. I couldn’t see them anymore, but I could feel their hungry stares burning into my exposed flesh.
“Gentlemen,” Jax called out, his voice carrying over the growing sounds of punishment and pleasure filling the hall. “As you begin to enjoy your evening’s entertainment, allow me to demonstrate the proper preparation of a bad girl, in case any of you are in doubt.”
I felt his fingers at the waistband of my special panties, playing with the delicate fabric. My face burned with humiliation as he addressed the crowd.
“These special panties are designed specifically for bad girls who need regular reminders of who controls their most intimate areas. Note the pearl button closure in the back—only Daddy can open it. Only Daddy can decide when she may use the bathroom, and when she may be touched.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “And only Daddy can decide when she will be punished.”
Behind me, the sounds from the hall intensified—sharp cracks of leather on flesh, feminine cries of pain mingling with masculine grunts of approval. Then came new sounds—deeper groans of male pleasure and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh as the men began to claim their prizes. I heard a girl’s voice rise in a high-pitched wail, not entirely of pain, as someone penetrated her roughly.
“You see,” Jax continued, his fingers moving to the pearl button, “once her bottom is properly warmed, she’ll accept anything her daddies wish to do to her. I’m going to take down my Little Lulu’s special panties for her punishment, but before you fuck her I’ll raise them, of course, and open the button, to make sure she understands her responsibilities to her daddy and his friends.”
Cool air brushed against my bare pussy as my daddy slowly lowered my panties, exposing my bottom and pussy to the appreciative murmurs of Oscar, Viktor, and whoever else might be watching from the hall.
I heard the swish of leather through the air before I felt the first impact of the paddle. It landed with a meaty thwack across the fullest part of my bottom, spreading a bloom of warmth ratherthan sharp pain. I gasped nonetheless, my body jerking slightly against the restraints.
“You’ll notice,” Jax explained as he delivered another carefully measured stroke, “I’m using moderate force. The goal isn’t to break her, but to prepare her.”
The paddle fell again and again, each stroke precisely placed to gradually warm my entire bottom. Unlike the searing agony of his belt, this punishment built slowly, methodically—a steady heat that radiated outward with each impact. My flesh grew warmer, surely turning a deeper shade of pink with each stroke.
I realized suddenly that my daddy was going much easier on me than he ever had before, when he had punished me. For a moment I wondered why, fearful that I had somehow messed up the operation. Then I understood: Jax meant to leave me room, inside my head, to think clearly when the trap was sprung, so that I could play the role he meant me to play.
Abruptly, Jax stopped paddling me.
“Uncle Oscar, Uncle Viktor,” he said, his voice full of a masculine-bonding kind of energy that made my tummy flip. “Go ahead and feel how warm this little bottom is getting.”
They approached from opposite sides, their hands eager to test Jax’s handiwork. Oscar’s manicured fingers traced the curve of my left cheek while Viktor’s rougher palm cupped the right, both men squeezing and kneading my punished flesh with appreciative murmurs.
“So perfectly ready,” Oscar purred, his thumb digging into a particularly sensitive spot.
Viktor’s thick fingers dipped lower, brushing against the exposed folds of my pussy. “And so wet,” he observed with a chuckle. “Like ripe fruit ready for picking.”
A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, my hips pushing back involuntarily against their probing hands. I told myself I was just playing my part, following Jax’s instructions to make them believe I enjoyed their touch. But as Viktor’s finger slid between my slick inner lips, circling the entrance to my vagina with practiced precision, the shameful truth burned through me like wildfire.
I wanted this. Just like the girls whose cries of unwilling pleasure filled the hall behind me, I craved the sensation of being used, of being shared by these powerful men. Even knowing what Oscar and Viktor truly were—brutal crime lords who dealt in suffering—couldn’t extinguish the dark flame of desire their touch ignited.
“Listen to her,” Oscar murmured, leaning close enough that his breath tickled my ear. “Such a needy little thing.”
Jax moved behind me, his presence commanding even in silence. I felt the cool fabric of my panties being drawn up over my heated bottom, the soft material somehow amplifying rather than soothing the sting. I whimpered as the fabric settled against my punished skin, the discomfort sending a shock of wetness flooding between my thighs.
“There,” Jax said, his voice a perfect blend of dominance and pride. “All ready for her uncles.”
I felt his strong fingers find the pearl button at the back of my panties, and then I felt him release it, the fabric parting to expose my wet pussy and my cringing anus while still framingthem in childish white lace—a perverse contrast that surely was the reason for the sharp breath I heard ‘Uncle’ Oscar.
“She’s all yours, gentlemen,” Jax announced, stepping aside. “Use Little Lulu as you like.”
Viktor moved first, his massive frame positioning behind me as his hands spread my thighs wider. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he growled, pushing forward in one powerful thrust that made me cry out. “So eager for her uncle’s cock.”
Oscar circled to my head, lifting my chin with one finger. “And what about this pretty mouth?” he asked, already unfastening his belt. “Is it as talented as your daddy claims?”
