Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Just as Daddy William began to push inside me, stretching me deliciously, the door to the shower room swung open with a bang. Miss Frieda’s sharp voice cut through the humid air like a knife.
“Gentlemen, I must ask you to stop immediately.”
The daddies froze, their hands still gripping my flesh. I whimpered softly, caught between relief and frustration at the interruption.
Miss Frieda strode into the room, her heels clicking against the tile floor. Her white babydoll nightgown seemed impervious to the steam that filled the air. Her cold green eyes swept over the scene before her, taking in every detail of our compromising position.
“My sincerest apologies for the interruption,” Miss Frieda said, her tone professional and cool. “I understand you gentlemen were in the middle of an important rehabilitation session. I’m afraid I have to end Amy’s day at this point. However, I have some other news that may be of interest to you.”
She paused, her eyes sweeping over the scene once more. I remained bent over the shower bench, acutely aware of my exposed position and the way the cool air now caressed my heated flesh. Daddy William’s cock was still pressed against my entrance, while Daddy Kwame’s impressive length hovered mere inches from my parted lips.
“Megan has just received a thorough paddling from Mr. Samuel,” Miss Frieda continued, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Her bottom is quite red and swollen, and she’s in desperate need of further attention. If you’d like, you may proceed to the training room to continue her rehabilitation.”
The daddies exchanged glances, a mixture of disappointment and intrigue crossing their faces. Daddy William was the first to speak, his voice husky with barely contained arousal.
“Well, gentlemen, it would be a shame to let a properly warmed bottom go to waste, wouldn’t it?”
Daddy Kwame nodded in agreement, reluctantly withdrawing from my face. “Indeed it would. Perhaps we should pay young Megan a visit.”
The daddies departed, their footsteps echoing off the tiled walls as they exited the steamy shower room. I remained bent over the plastic bench, my body still thrumming with unfulfilled need. The cool air caressed my heated skin, making me shiver as the lingering droplets of water evaporated.
Miss Frieda approached the bench. “Stand up, Amy,” she commanded, her voice crisp and authoritative.
I straightened slowly, my muscles protesting after being held in such a compromising position. As I turned to face Miss Frieda, I couldn’t help but notice how pristine she looked, even in the humid environment. Her white babydoll nightgown seemed to repel the moisture in the air, the delicate lace at the hem perfectly dry. Her auburn hair was immaculately styled, not a strand out of place.
“Come along,” Miss Frieda said, gesturing toward the door. “We’re going back to your cell.”
I followed her obediently, padding barefoot across the wet tiles. The hallway outside felt shockingly cool after the steamy confines of the shower room. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, and I wrapped my arms around myself in a futile attempt to warm up.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but wonder about the sudden change in plans. Why had Miss Frieda interrupted my session with the daddies? And what did she mean by saying she had had to ‘end’ my day? My heart thudded as my mind tried fruitlessly to untangle the riddle, sure in any case that it couldn’t end well for me.
As we approached my cell, I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. Something about Miss Frieda’s demeanor, the cryptic nature of her words, set me on edge. When she unlocked the heavy metal door and swung it open, my breath caught in my throat.
Daddy James stood in the center of my small cell, his imposing figure seeming to fill the entire space. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine as I entered, sending a shiver down my spine. In his hands, he held what looked like a bundle of pink fabric.
“Good evening, Amy,” Daddy James said, his voice low and smooth. “The assessors think it’s time we made some adjustments to your rehabilitation program.”
I glanced nervously between Daddy James and Miss Frieda, my heart racing. “W-what do you mean?” I stammered, unable to keep the tremor from my voice.
Daddy James unfurled the bundle in his hands, revealing what I now saw was a pink straitjacket. The material looked stiff and unyielding, with multiple straps and buckles along its length. My eyes widened as I took in the sight, a mixture of fear and confusion washing over me.
“This,” Daddy James explained, holding up the garment, “is what we call an ‘adjuster.’ It’s designed to help naughty girls like you focus on their rehabilitation.”
CHAPTER 19
Daniel
I had just gotten back from Paris when the alert from the Institute popped up on my phone.
Bad girl Amy will receive an adjustment tonight. Tap to watch!