When she is caught shoplifting, nineteen-year-old Sophie Clarke is sent to a special facility to be reformed and corrected at the hands of three very strict daddies who will not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly for the slightest bit of disobedience. But as the stern, sexy men set about taming and training Sophie, a burning backside soon proves to be the least of her worries.
Though she is determined to resist both their skilled dominance and her own helpless arousal, Sophie’s new daddies have plenty of experience breaking naughty girls, and the harder she fights the more her need for them increases. But when she finally surrenders to her body’s demands, will Sophie be ready for an even more shameful role as a plaything for a platoon of soldiers?
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 36,800 words
“That little butt needs a really sound spanking, I would say,” her brown-haired daddy said. “But you can see from how pink it is that she’s really sore from the strap. You’re definitely doing the right thing to put her across your knee, though, Daddy Justin. Seems like she didn’t learn her lesson even when she got whipped naked in front of all the other girls. Something more is needed.”
“The plug didn’t help, either, though,” Daddy James commented from the other side of Daddy Justin. Sophie pictured his stern, blond-bearded face, always the most severe of the three.
“Well,” said Daddy Justin, “I’m not completely sure of that. The plug definitely got her ready for what she’s going to get in a little while.”
Sophie couldn’t suppress a little cry of alarm at those words, though she bit back the What? that tried to escape via her tongue.
Daddy Justin shifted his right leg, loosening its pressure on her thighs. At first Sophie didn’t understand—she thought he might actually be about to let her up again, doubtless for something awful, like the promised what she’s going to get in a little while. But when she struggled and moved her limbs in an attempt to clamber off his lap, he clucked his tongue, and then he put his right hand down between her knees, to part them six inches or so.
His leg clamped down again, so that Sophie lay with her pussy exposed over her daddy’s knee, now. She felt a blush come to her face hotter than anything she had felt since that day in the city when she had run away from the boy in the alley. She still didn’t understand it: she had been over her BGF daddies’ laps so many times before, but it hadn’t felt like this: so shameful and so… warm.
Daddy Justin made it even worse, though, then, because he pulled apart the sore cheeks of her bottom, too—the ones he had rubbed so gently just a moment before. Sophie felt the warm air of this terrifying room moving against her anus, itself still sore from the punishment plug.
“Yeah,” said Daddy Owen. “Look at that little bottom-hole. I think at least the plug let our girl know that it’s time.”
Time? Sophie bit her lip, her heart quailing. At least her daddies couldn’t see her face, but… did the hood somehow make her feel emotions she would have kept out of her expressions, otherwise?
“Sophie, honey,” said Daddy Justin, “you’re down here because you were a very bad girl. You’re over my knee because this has always been the best way to teach a bad girl to respect her daddy. Today you’ve shown us, though, that you need a special kind of discipline. We call this kind of lesson breaking because when you leave this room you won’t have any of that bad-girl rebellion left. This pussy and this bottom will belong to your daddies once and for all, and we’ll give them to whoever we want, and enjoy them however we please.”
Sophie couldn’t keep herself from letting out a “But—” then, though she knew the outburst would let her daddies know they had gotten to her. The blushing part of her cried out its shameful need once again, the aching warmth between her thighs intensified terribly by the hood, the position over Daddy Justin’s knee, and above all the knowledge of all three men’s eyes gazing intently on her pouting pussy and her wrinkly anus. Her tough, rational mind did its best to force that treasonous arousal down, but the price, she supposed was that the But had come out.
She expected to get the usual little lecture on how they wouldn’t fuck her until she begged for it, and how they were so sure now that she would indeed beg for it, here in the breaking room. Sophie didn’t feel certain that she disagreed, at the moment. She almost decided right then to tell the daddies to get it over with: mouth, pussy, bottom, all three of them, ASAP—especially if it meant they would let her leave with her backside basically intact. They could talk about the whole whoever we want and however we please later.
Daddy Justin didn’t respond that way, this time. What he did do made Sophie see her position over his knee in an entirely new light.
“Hold her, James,” he said, and then, as the blond daddy tightened his grip on Sophie’s wrists, Daddy Justin, with his left hand parting the halves of her bottom and his middle two fingertips pressing firmly against her anus, started to spank Sophie’s pussy.