Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

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Daddy Daniel pulled me toward the door, and I stumbled along, my bare feet slapping against the cold concrete. As we emerged into the harsh fluorescent light of the corridor, I blinked rapidly, momentarily blinded. The cool air raised goosebumps across my naked skin, and I felt my nipples harden in response.

“Now,” he said, releasing my arm, “assume the inspection position. Quickly.”

A glance to my left and right showed that all the other bad girls had already gotten into the embarrassing posture. Somehow that made it worse rather than better. My cheeks burning with shame, I spread my legs and clasped my hands behind my head.

As I assumed the humiliating position, I felt Daddy Daniel’s eyes roaming over my exposed body. My skin prickled under his intense gaze, a mixture of shame and unwanted arousal coursing through me. I kept my own eyes fixed straight ahead, not daring to meet his stare.

“That’s better,” he murmured, circling me slowly. “Though we’ll have to work on your promptness, won’t we?”

His large hand came to rest on my lower back, just above the curve of my bottom. I flinched at the contact, my muscles tensing involuntarily.

“Relax,” he commanded softly. “I want to see how responsive you are.”

His fingers trailed lower, skimming over the swell of my backside. I bit my lip hard, fighting against the urge to squirm as he kneaded the soft flesh. To my horror, I felt a fresh wave of wetness gathering between my thighs.

“My, my,” Daddy Daniel chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. “Such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? Your body’s already begging for attention.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear. But there was no escaping his touch, no hiding from the way my treacherous body responded to his caresses.

His hand slid around to my hip, then lower, ghosting over my freshly waxed mound. I couldn’t suppress a tiny whimper. Further down the line of naked young women, to my left, I thought I could hear another bad girl—Zoe, maybe—making a similar kind of noise, as the other man tried her pussy the way Daddy Daniel had started to ‘inspect’ mine.

The knowing fingers danced along my inner thigh, teasing but not quite touching where I was wettest. My breath hitched as he drew closer to my aching clit.

“Look at me, Amy,” he commanded softly. “I want to see the shame and desire warring in those pretty brown eyes of yours.”

Reluctantly, I obeyed, my gaze meeting his intense blue stare. A knowing smirk played at the corners of his mouth as his fingers finally brushed against my slick folds.

“Just as I suspected,” he murmured. “Soaking wet already. Your pussy knows what it needs, even if your mind is still resisting.”

I whimpered, my hips unconsciously shifting toward his touch. Daddy Daniel tsked, his free hand coming down in a sharp smack against my bottom.

“Did I give you permission to move, young lady?”

“N-no, Daddy,” I stammered, forcing myself to hold still despite the ache building between my legs.

“That’s right,” he nodded. “You only move when I tell you to. Your body belongs to me now, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, mortification and desperate need at odds within me.

His fingers resumed their exploration, circling my clit with maddening lightness. I bit my lip hard, fighting to maintain my composure as pleasure built within me.

“Such a responsive little cunt,” Daddy Daniel mused as his fingertips continued their teasing exploration of my most intimate places. He turned to address the other man. “Otto, come take a look at this one.”

The other daddy, a tall man with meticulously groomed dark hair and intelligent gray eyes, sauntered over. His tailored suit accentuated his lean frame as he circled me, his gaze raking over my exposed flesh.

“My, my,” Otto murmured, his voice rich with amusement. “What a delectable little morsel we have here.” He reached out, cupping my breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers. I gasped, unable to suppress my body’s reaction.

“Look how her nipples pebble at the slightest touch,” Otto remarked to Daniel. “And those full, luscious breasts… perfect for a daddy’s enjoyment.”

Daniel nodded, his fingers still working between my legs. “Indeed. Amy’s breasts are quite a treat. And her cunt is absolutely dripping. I’ve barely touched her and she’s already on the verge of coming.”

He knows my name. Hearing it from Daddy Daniel’s mouth, along with their casual discussion of my body’s reactions, I burned with shame. To my horror I couldn’t deny the truth of their words, either. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more stimulation.

“Miss Frieda,” Daniel called out, “what can you tell us about Amy’s behavior?”

The sound of Miss Frieda’s heels announced her approach. “Amy has been… resistant,” she reported. “She’s in definite need of correction.”

“What about that one?” Daddy Otto asked, jerking a thumb toward Zoe. “I didn’t do my research as well as Daniel here, so I don’t know her name.”

“Zoe,” Miss Frieda said, nodding. “Zoe’s a good deal farther along. Quite compliant, I’d say.”

Daddy Otto smiled. “I think I’ll just take her back into her cell for a little while, then, if it’s alright with you, Miss Frieda.”

Miss Frieda’s lips curved upward in an answering expression. “By all means, Daddy Otto. Try not to reward her unless she submits to you fully.”

Daddy Otto strode over to Zoe, his gray eyes glinting with anticipation. He grasped her arm firmly and led her back into her cell, the door clanging shut behind them. The other girls remained frozen in their inspection positions, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Daddy Daniel’s hand tightened on my arm. “As for you, young lady,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “it’s time to address your disobedience. Lean against the wall, hands flat, legs spread.”

My heart beat fast as I complied, pressing my palms against the cool concrete. The rough surface scraped against my sensitive nipples as I leaned forward, causing me to gasp softly. I could feel Daddy Daniel’s eyes on me, drinking in every inch of my exposed flesh.

From Zoe’s cell, I heard a sharp crack followed by a yelp. The unmistakable sound of a hand connecting with bare flesh echoed through the corridor.

“You’re getting what you earned with your criminal conduct, you naughty girl,” Daddy Otto’s voice carried through the cell door. “You had better get used to it.”

“Oh… no… it… it hurts, Daddy!” Zoe’s voice cried.

More smacks, hard and fast. “Please… owwwwww… stop…”

As Zoe’s spanking continued, Daddy Daniel moved behind me. I felt something cool and smooth brush against my heated skin—a paddle. My breath caught in my throat.

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as he traced the cool surface of the paddle across my exposed backside. “You were slow to obey, Amy,” he said, his tone stern and unyielding, the volume of his voice echoing up and down the cell block. “And now you’re going to learn what happens to naughty girls who don’t follow instructions promptly.”

I trembled against the wall, acutely aware of the other bad girls still lined up, watching my impending punishment. The thought of them witnessing my discipline made my cheeks burn with shame, but to my horror, it also sent a jolt of unwanted arousal straight to my core.

“I’m going to paddle this pretty little bottom of yours,” Daddy Daniel continued, his free hand caressing my curves possessively. “And you’re going to count each stroke, thank me for it, and beg for the next one. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

The paddle whistled through the air, connecting with my tender flesh with a resounding crack. The sting bloomed across my skin, making me gasp.

“One!” I cried out. “Thank you, Daddy. Please, may I have another?”

I sensed Daddy Daniel raising the paddle again. Zoe’s voice filtered through her cell door, punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of Daddy Otto’s palm against her flesh.

“Please, Daddy,” Zoe moaned, her voice thick with a mixture of pain and helpless arousal.

“Tell me what you need, bad girl,” Daddy Otto said, as the sound of his hand, still spanking her, continued unabated. “Beg for it.”

Daddy Daniel’s paddle whistled through the air again, striking harder. I yelped, my body jerking forward against the rough concrete wall.

“Two!” I sobbed, my back arching and my bottom squirming helplessly and mortifyingly at the agony. “Thank you, Daddy. P-please, may I have another?”

As I imagined Daddy Daniel raising the paddle for the third strike, Zoe’s voice was heard again, punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of Daddy Otto’s palm against her flesh.

“Please, Daddy,” Zoe moaned again. “I… I… I need your cock. I’ve been such a naughty girl.”

“Where do you need it, you dirty little slut? Let me give you a hint… you’re not getting it in your pussy, or even your pretty mouth today… you have to earn those privileges,” Daddy Otto’s deep voice growled.

“In… in… oh, God… in my bottom, Daddy,” Zoe whimpered. “Please… please fuck my… my tight little asshole.”

My cheeks burned with shame as I listened to Zoe’s desperate pleas. The knowledge that the other girls were witnessing my punishment, hearing Zoe’s wanton begging, made me want to sink into the floor and disappear. Yet to my horror, I felt a fresh wave of wetness gathering between my thighs.

Daddy Daniel paused. I could almost feel the paddle hovering just above my quivering flesh. His free hand came to rest on my hip, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Tell me, Amy,” he said softly, his voice pitched low so only I could hear, “why did you start stealing from Selecta?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the surprising—no, shocking, really—question. Daddy Daniel’s hand began to move in gentle circles on my hip, his touch soothing rather than punishing. His voice softened as he spoke again. “I’ve read your file, Amy. I know about your past, about the circumstances that led you to steal from Selecta. Tell me about it.”

I swallowed hard, my mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. The paddle still hovered near my tender flesh, a reminder of my precarious position, but Daddy Daniel’s gentle touch and genuine interest threw me off balance.

“I… I didn’t have many options,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “After my parents died, I was alone. The educational facility system… it wasn’t kind to me. When I aged out, I had nothing. No money, no skills, nowhere to go.”

Daddy Daniel’s hand moved up my back, rubbing soothing circles between my shoulder blades. “Go on,” he encouraged softly.

“I was living in an abandoned warehouse,” I continued, the words spilling out of me. “I was hungry all the time. When I saw the opportunity at the Selecta shop… I thought I could make some quick money without hurting anyone. I didn’t think about the consequences.”

As I spoke, I felt Daddy Daniel’s other hand join the first, both now caressing my trembling body with surprising tenderness. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a warmth in my pussy that I struggled to ignore.

Even more alarming, though, was the other warmth, the one in my chest. The idea that this billionaire had actually taken an interest in my life… that the same man who clearly took delight in punishing me also wanted to take care of me this way…

Like a daddy . To my dismay, I felt a lump come into my throat.

“You know you did the wrong thing, though,” Daddy Daniel said. “Don’t you, Amy?”

Get a fucking grip on yourself. The voice came from the back of my head. This guy didn’t care about me; all he wanted to do was put on a show for Miss Frieda, Mr. Samuel, and the other naked girls.

Daddy Otto’s voice came from Zoe’s cell. I realized belatedly that the spanking had stopped, but what Zoe’s new daddy said sent an unwelcome thrill to my clit even more intense than the sound of his hand on her backside had.

“Reach back and spread those cheeks, girl. I’m going to lube you up now.”