Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Lord Adrian

I stepped out of my Bentley and handed the keys to the valet. Straightening my bespoke suit jacket, I strode purposefully towards the imposing gates of the Bad Girl Program facility. The high stone walls and barbed wire gave the place an ominous air, but I only felt anticipation as I approached.

From the moment I had seen Emily's profile on the Selecta Arrangements app, I was intrigued. A young American woman caught embezzling, now being "rehabilitated" through strict discipline and sexual training — she seemed like the perfect candidate to help rehabilitate my own image and satisfy my dominant urges.

At the entrance, I was greeted by a stern-faced man introducing himself as Victor Hargrove, Emily's "Training Daddy." I couldn't help but curl my lip at the term, but I maintained my aristocratic composure.

"Hargrove," I replied with a nod. "Pleased to meet you. I see on this handy little app that Emily has just completed her daily punishment session? She's waiting in the viewing room for my inspection?"

Hargrove smiled.

"That's right, my lord. We like to keep potential sponsors well informed."

Following Hargrove down a stark hallway, the sound of my Italian leather shoes echoed off the tiled floors. We stopped outside a door marked "Observation."

"Just remember, my lord," Hargrove reminded me, "you may look but not touch at this stage. If you decide to sponsor Emily, you'll have full access to use her as you see fit. But for now, this is just to assess her suitability."

I nodded curtly, impatient to see the girl who might be the key to rebuilding my tarnished reputation. Hargrove opened the door, revealing a small room with a large one-way mirror dominating one wall. On the other side of the glass stood Emily.

My breath caught as I took in the sight of her. She was even lovelier than her profile photos had suggested. Petite and slender, with long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, she had the kind of delicate beauty that made a man want both to protect and to possess her. Her green eyes were wide and apprehensive as she fidgeted nervously, clearly aware she was being observed but unable to see through the mirror.

What truly caught my attention, however, was her state of dress — or rather, undress. Emily wore only a thin pink cotton camisole that barely reached her navel, leaving her lower half completely exposed. Her freshly shaved mound was on full display, as was her bottom, which glowed a vivid pink — a deeper shade even than her camisole's — from her recent spanking.

"Turn around slowly, Emily," Hargrove's voice came through a speaker. "Let your potential sponsor see all of you."

Emily bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, but she obeyed. As she rotated, I got a full view of her reddened backside. The sight sent a jolt of arousal through me. I could almost feel the heat radiating from her well-spanked flesh.

"Excellent," I murmured. "Simply excellent."

* * *

Emily

My face burned with humiliation as I slowly turned, knowing unseen eyes were examining every inch of my exposed body. The pink camisole offered no real coverage, leaving me feeling utterly vulnerable, exposed, and degraded.

My bottom still throbbed from Daddy Victor's harsh spanking after lunch, a constant reminder of my new status as a naughty little girl in need of discipline. It had been the third spanking I had gotten here, one for each day I had spent in the Bad Girl facility. Daddy Victor announced each one the same way: "This is what happens to girls who steal."

This room — the viewing room, my Training Daddy had called it — was new, though.

As I completed my rotation, facing the mirror once again, Daddy Victor's voice crackled through the speaker. "Now bend over and touch your toes, Emily. Show your potential sponsor how obedient you can be."

I hesitated for just a moment, my stomach churning with shame. But the memory of my recent punishment was still painfully fresh. Biting my lip, I slowly bent forward, reaching for my toes. The position left me obscenely exposed, my reddened bottom cheeks spreading to reveal my most intimate areas. Tears pricked at my eyes as I held the humiliating pose.

"Very good," Daddy Victor praised. "You may stand up now and turn around."

I straightened, my legs trembling slightly. My gaze darted nervously around the room, wondering who might be watching me from behind that mirror. Was it just Daddy Victor? Or had my "potential sponsor" arrived? The thought sent a confusing mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.

"Emily," Daddy Victor's voice came again. "Your potential sponsor would like to hear you explain why you're here and what you've learned so far.

My heart raced as I realized I would have to speak, that I had to explain my shameful situation to an unseen audience, or face more punishment. I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts.

"I… I'm here because I made a terrible mistake," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "I embezzled money from my company. I thought I could get away with it, but I was caught."

I paused, taking a shaky breath. "I've learned that what I did was very wrong. That I'm not… not mature enough to handle adult responsibilities yet." The words felt strange in my mouth, but I pressed on. "I need strict guidance and discipline to become a good girl again."

My cheeks burned as I continued, "Daddy Victor has shown me that I need to be punished when I misbehave. That… that my bottom will be spanked hard to teach me lessons." I squirmed, acutely aware of how exposed I was. "And I've learned that I need to be kept bare… down there… to remind me that I'm just a little girl who needs her daddy's care."

I fell silent, my eyes downcast. What more could I say? How could I possibly explain the confusing mix of shame, fear, and unwanted arousal I felt?

A soft click echoed through the room as the door opened. I spun around, my heart pounding, to see Daddy Victor enter. Behind him loomed a tall, aristocratic-looking man with dark hair and sky blue eyes. His obviously tailored suit screamed wealth and power while the gray at his temples indicated he must be in his early forties.

"Emily," Daddy Victor said, his voice stern. "This is Lord Adrian Mallory. He's considering becoming your sponsor daddy."

I felt my cheeks flush hot as Lord Adrian's intense gaze raked over my nearly naked form. His lips curved into a small, predatory smile that made me shiver.

"Hello, Emily," he said, his cultured accent rich and smooth. "I must say, you're even lovelier in person than in your profile."

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. What could I possibly say to this imposing man who was evaluating me like a piece of property?

And… profile ? I turned to Daddy Victor.

My training daddy nodded. "We put your profile up on the Selecta Arrangements app as soon as you arrived, Emily. You're lucky to have received attention so soon — especially from a man like Lord Adrian. What's more, his lordship has graciously provided an initial subsidy that will see you through a month, when you move to your supervised living facility. That also means his lordship is allowed to test your suitability as his little girl," Daddy Victor explained. "He'll be able to try you out here at the facility before making a final decision."

My eyes widened in shock. Try me out? What exactly did that entail?

As if reading my thoughts, Lord Adrian's smile widened. "I have some very specific requirements for my little girl," he said. "I'll need to ensure you can meet them before I commit to sponsoring you fully."

My heart pounded as I tried to process Lord Adrian's words. The idea of being "tried out" sent a confusing mix of fear and shameful excitement through me. I shifted nervously from foot to foot, acutely aware of my near-nakedness under his appraising gaze.

"Y-yes, my lord," I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. The formal title felt strange on my tongue, but something in Lord Adrian's demeanor demanded it.

Lord Adrian turned to Daddy Victor. "I'd like to begin with a more thorough inspection," he said. "To ensure she meets my physical requirements."

Daddy Victor nodded. "Of course, my lord. Emily, go stand by the examination table and wait for further instructions."

On trembling legs, I made my way to the padded table in the corner of the room. I could feel both men's eyes on me as I walked, cataloging every curve and movement of my exposed body. When I reached the table, I turned back to face them, unsure what to do with my hands. I settled for clasping them in front of me, though that did nothing to hide my freshly bare pussy.

Lord Adrian approached, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. When he reached me, he slowly circled around, taking in every inch of me. I felt like a prized mare being evaluated at auction.

"Hands at your sides," he commanded softly.

I swallowed hard and forced my hands to my sides, leaving myself completely exposed to Lord Adrian's scrutiny. He completed his circle, coming to stand directly in front of me. His eyes raked over my body once more before meeting my gaze.

"Very nice," he murmured. "Turn around and bend over the table, Emily. I want to examine that lovely bottom of yours more closely."

My cheeks burned with humiliation, but I didn't dare disobey. I turned and bent over the padded surface, my breasts pressing against the cool vinyl. The position left my still-tender backside completely vulnerable.

I gasped as I felt Lord Adrian's large hand come to rest on my bottom. He squeezed gently, testing the firmness of my flesh.

"Excellent," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "She marks up beautifully, Hargrove. I can still feel the heat from her earlier spanking."

"Yes, my lord," Daddy Victor replied. "Emily is quite responsive to correction."

Lord Adrian's hand moved lower, brushing teasingly close to my too-warm pussy. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, torn between wanting to pull away and an unsettling urge to press back against his touch.

"And how obedient is she?" Lord Adrian asked. "Will she submit to more... invasive examinations without a fuss?"

My heart raced at his words. What kind of examination did he have in mind?

"She will if she knows what's good for her," Daddy Victor said, the authority in his voice clearly meant as much for me as for the frightening Lord Adrian.

I tried to stay perfectly still as Lord Adrian's hand continued to explore my tender bottom. My mind raced with fear and confusion. What kind of "invasive examination" was he planning? And how could I possibly submit to it?

"Very good to hear," Lord Adrian murmured. "Spread your legs wider, Emily. I need to inspect you more thoroughly."

My face burned with shame as I slowly shifted my feet further apart on the cold tile floor. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Lord Adrian's hand moved lower, brushing against my inner thighs.

"Excellent," he said. "Now, Emily, I read the report from the doctor, but I think I need to see for myself. I'm going to check how well you respond to the kind of stimulation a loving daddy gives. You will remain still and quiet unless given permission to speak. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, my lord," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"No, Emily," Lord Adrian said sharply. "Call me Daddy , from now on, if you please. Being an American, it will come very naturally to you, I imagine — but even I prefer the term to Papa , at least when we're talking about a sexual plaything like you."

I swallowed hard, feeling my forehead crease deeply at the idea.

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed.

Without warning, I felt Lord Adrian's finger press against the entrance to my suddenly, distressingly aching vagina. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body tensing.

"Relax, young lady," he commanded softly. "This is part of your evaluation. Be a good girl and let Daddy examine you properly."

I bit my lip hard, fighting the urge to squirm away as his finger slowly explored my sensitive sheath. To my horror and confusion, I felt my body responding to his touch despite my fear and shame. The warmth low in my belly built even further.

"Oh my," Lord Adrian said, a note of pleased surprise in his voice. "She's already quite wet, Hargrove. I think perhaps a diaper is in order."