“I think you’d be surprised what your Little can bear,” Berkley said. “A gentle spanking does no good. You have to really redden those buttocks to get your point across sometimes. And don’t stop until your Babygirl is truly contrite.”
The way Berkley was looking at me made me want to either shoot him or pistol whip him into submission. My fingers itched for my gun and I wished there was any place to hide it on the flouncy little girl costume I was wearing. How dare he suggest that I needed this kind of punishment just for speaking up? Because clearly that was what he was saying. He was telling Salt that he was too soft on me. As if he owned me or had the right to punish me in any way! I was my own woman, damn it! I’d been on my own from an early age and I could take care of myself.
I could have taken care of Berkley, too, if I’d only had my gun.
Salt must have felt the tension flowing through my body because he simply nodded to Berkley.
“I will take your advice under consideration. In the meantime, what other areas are here?”
“Well…” Berkley turned off the lights in the spanking room and led us down the hallway to another door. “Here we have the medical suites. Now this is where you’ll want to come when you need to change your Little’s plug.”
“Excuse me? Plug?” Salt asked politely.
Berkley raised one salt and pepper eyebrow at him.
“My, you really are new to the scene, aren’t you?”
“I have been interested for a long time but only decided to pursue when I found my little mishka,” Salt said apologetically. “So please explain.”
From the time spent in Vice, I thought I knew what Berkley was going to say but I sincerely hoped I was wrong.
“Why, her bottom plug, of course,” he said, confirming my suspicion. “Every Babygirl at the Institute gets one. It’s necessary to get her ready to take her Daddy’s cock deep inside her back passage.”
I felt cold all over and looked up at Salt with wide eyes.
“Papa?” My voice was a croak.
“This will not be necessary for us,” he said quickly, speaking to Berkley. “I do not…take my little mishka in this way.”
Berkley frowned. “I’m afraid it’s one of the rules here at the Institute. Your Little must have a plug. But don’t worry if you don’t have one—we have a full selection along with plenty of lube and other accessories. And all our medical suites are fully equipped for the procedure. Here, see for yourself…”
He opened one of the wooden doors. I expected to see another room full of strange and kinky equipment and I wasn’t disappointed. There was an exam table in the middle of the room with stirrups attached to one end and a lot of weird equipment on a rolling metal tray beside it. But the room was already occupied.
“Oh!” The noise of surprise was made by a girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had long, curly red hair and was kneeling on the exam table on her hands and knees. Her short skirt was flipped up to show she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her bare buttocks were bright red, as though she’d just gotten a harsh spanking. Behind her stood a middle aged man in a gray suit and glasses and beside him, stood a stern looking woman wearing an old fashioned white nurse’s uniform, complete with a little white cap pinned to her hair.
“Excuse us, Nurse Nancy,” Berkley said. “I was just giving our new Daddy and his Little a tour of the facilities. I didn’t realize this room was occupied.”
He started to shut the door but the nurse stopped him.
“No, that’s all right, Director Berkley,” she said. “Actually, I think it’s quite a good thing you opened the door when you did. Little Patty here has been acting up outrageously. It will be good for her to have the humiliation of letting strangers see her shame—it will help her learn her lesson. Don’t you think so, Daddy Thomas?”
“Indeed, I do.” The middle aged man nodded his head vigorously. Nobody asked the girl but then, I supposed she didn’t have any say in the matter.