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Note to self, she thought, Daddy is much bigger than me, can lift me like a sack of shrimp and follows through with all threats. Avoid pissing him off whenever possible. Odd, but as strange as having to call him that intimate title felt that morning, it had sort of become natural by this point. The more time she spent with him, the less Corinne considered the huge man as Todd, her ruthless boss. At least in this setting.
He was more of a big, protective Daddy figure. He was built for power, and he would not hesitate to defend someone he considered his own. Damn, but that made Corinne feel safe and special. It was an honor to be in his care. If the price of that wonderful feeling meant submitting to orders and accepting corrections, she was willing to pay it. If she wasn’t careful, she might just fall in love this him. That would be a tremendous error in judgement. This game came with no promises of long-term arrangements.
Four days, she reminded herself. Play and learn as much as you can for the duration of this contract, but don’t set yourself up for heartache. If you’ve learned nothing else from your failed marriage, think about setting yourself up for more disappointment and letting those you love down by being less than perfect.
The most wonderful thing followed her punishment. Initially, Corinne had been horrified when Daddy Todd left standing in her humiliating position while he walked inside. How long was he going to make her stand there with her ass on display? Hadn’t she paid for her sins enough?
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jeffrey approach her. Through the slats in the rail, she realized he was squatting down and taking in his partner’s handywork. “If there wasn’t a clause in the contract against it, I would take a picture of this masterpiece.”
“Corinne Champagne, I always figured you to have the perfect ass for painting red. We are going to have so much fun when I get my turn with you.” Eric’s words startled her. Adjusting her bowed head, she noticed he was down on one knee. She winced when he reached up to trace one of the oval tender spots on her right cheek with a rough finger. “Todd stopped too soon,” he announced with conviction.
Jeffrey’s touch joined in, and both men discussed her condition as if it was an ordinary topic of day-to-day conversation. “I disagree, buddy,” Jeffrey offered. “He definitively left a decent pattern. This correction will linger for at least a few hours. Corinne’s new Daddy got his message across without leaving any long-term marks.”
Eric snorted at the title. “I have never heard him demand a submissive call him that. Doesn’t he generally prefer Sir or Master Todd? Imagine the shit the guys at the dungeon will give him if they hear about this.” He slid his hand across the hot area, daring to squeeze a tender portion.
“Contract specifies no part of this four-day session will be discussed outside of the players involved,” Jeffrey pointed out.
They continued to discuss the matter as if she wasn’t even there, yet their hands freely moved about her must intimate body parts. Their attention both offended her and evoked strong, pleasurable responses. She tensed the muscles in her legs, inadvertently restoring some of the pain from her spanking. Why the hell did her body respond to the added stimuli by flooding her channel? And more importantly, what dungeon did Todd, and by their own admission, Jeffrey and Eric belong to?
She was fascinated by the knowledge such places actually existed and hoped to one day find herself a place to test her darker desires. But there was no way such a place existed anywhere inside her hometown parish lines. Catholics here outnumbered all other faiths combined. They would have shut down such a vat of sin. Her Baptist preacher father certainly would expose and drive out such a group. It would kill him if she got caught taking part in such sinful pleasures. Corinne felt profoundly guilty about even wanting to visit such a place.
But it was difficult to stop dreaming of a place where people could explore what gives them pleasure without being judged. She pretended she was one of those brave people, acting on the desires pulsing though her overly sensitive body. Their hands dipped between her legs, and Corinne’s eyes grew huge. If she could squeeze her legs a bit tighter, she might explode.
“Get your hands off her.”
Daddy’s harsh order chased away the burning fire deep in the pit of her stomach. He sounded mad, furious even. Relief flooded her body when she realized his anger was not directed at her. His heavy footsteps echoed as he made his way to her side. “Until dawn tomorrow morning, she is mine. Don’t touch her without permission, or I will knock you both on your ass.”
A plush blanket engulfed her body, and Daddy turned her to fine-tune the placement so almost all of her small frame was covered. Not bothering to further acknowledge his partners, Todd lifted her into his strong arms as if she weighed next to nothing. He carried her to the rocker he had used earlier and adjusted his hold on her until she was snug against his hard frame.
Corinne allowed herself to settle into the warm comfort of the blanket. It smelled like her Daddy. A hint of bayou water and a heavy dose of soap and shampoo filled her lungs. He gently rocked her, giving her words of praise for accepting her punishment like a good girl, and promised to reward her later, after she had a chance to recover. She fell asleep, content and safe.
The moment her backside touched the metal chair by the porch table, Corinne shrieked and popped up. Nothing had prepared her for the dull pain that lingered after her recent spankings. She was positive her ass was black and blue, and figured she would be forced to sleep on her tummy for days.
“Poor baby.” Daddy had already taken his sit. He patted his legs and guided her as she managed to find a comfortable spot on his lap. Today felt surreal. Corinne could not wrap her mind around her current situation. So many new experiences flooded her brain, and it was only the first day of this game.
Was she really nonchalantly perched on one of her boss’s hard thighs, naked from the waist down? Things like this just didn’t happen to small parish girls like her so she struggled to reconcile her situation. Her eyes dropped to the lower part of her body. No doubt about it. She was completely exposed from the waist down.
Oddly, she did not blame Daddy for the issue. It was Eric’s fault, she fumed, trying to shake off the last bits of sleep lingering from her unplanned nap. Earlier, before she was sent to lean over the porch railing for the rest of her spanking, Jeffrey had gained permission from Todd to confiscate her jeans and panties. Corinne seriously doubted the items would be returned until they departed the camp.
She decided Jeffrey was equally at fault. He had mocked Corinne when she tried to pay attention to where Eric was hiding the things. “Corinne-girl. You were very naughty today. You lost the privilege to wear panties.” The subject was dropped once the nasty wooden spoon began biting into her ass.
Daddy had insisted she leave the blanket on his rocker when they got up to eat. At least her skin had adjusted to the chill in the air, and she hardly even noticed that there was nothing covering her lower half except the long hem of her t-shirt. None of the three men hid their interest in seeing her body. From the nods and smiles they sent her, Corinne was relieved to realize they seemed to enjoy what they saw. It made her feel comfortable in her own skin and a bit special. She was going to hell, alright, but she would go there with fond memories of this night.
Daddy only fussed a few times when she fidgeted. At first Corinne was upset about his lack of understand concerning her obvious discomfort. Then she happened to brush against the rock-hard erection he had developed. She froze, intimidated by the size and thickness outlined against his jeans. Being trapped inside tight pants, his cock was probably just as uncomfortable.
Eating became a chore, but Daddy stepped in and started offering her bits of food. He insisted she drink more water than she generally consumed during meals, and she protested with a pout. He chuckled at her reaction but doubled down on his order.
“You are not leaving this table until this entire bottle is empty, young lady. You best accept your fate and down the contents.” His tone wasn’t overly stern, giving her the courage to explain her plight.
“But I will be up all night going to the bathroom if I drink that much liquid,” she protested, shocked at the high pitch of her voice. She was starting to sound like a little girl! What the hell was that about?
“Trust me, you are going to be up most of the night anyway. My turn with you is ticking away faster than I expected. I plan on fucking you at least three or four times before letting you get any sleep.”
A full-body blush consumed Corinne. With a gaping mouth, she glanced toward the two other people eating with them. These were her bosses, men she had maintained a professional relationship with for years. Yet, they didn’t even blink at her Daddy’s crude announcement. Still reeling from this notice, a stunned Corinne realized all three men started to have a conversation about noodling for catfish. The three started placing bets on if the monster trophy fish Todd claimed to catch really existed and which of them would eventually successfully haul it in.
The shrimping guys were acting as if this whole fucking day was perfectly normal.
Could she survive this getaway without killing one or more of these maddening men?
