Page 37 of What Bad Girls Deserve
“Does it hurt, Miss Louisa?” Rudy asked, his professional demeanor softening slightly.
I nodded, letting my lower lip tremble. “Yes… Daddy Rudy,” I whispered, testing the new title to see his reaction.
Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, followed by unmistakable hunger. His massive hands seemed so gentle as he guided me to my bed, where he’d already laid out a fresh diaper and my pink nightgown.
“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice deeper than usual. “I need to check if you need cream after what your daddy did to you.”
I obeyed, lying back on the childish bedspread, legs spread as he’d already positioned me many times before. But now there was something different in the air between us—an acknowledgment of what Jax had promised him.
Rudy’s fingers probed gently between my legs, assessing the tender flesh. “Your daddy was rough with you,” he observed, reaching for a jar of soothing cream on the nightstand.
“Yes, Daddy Rudy,” I said again, watching his pupils dilate at the childish title. “He… he put his big thing in my bottom.”
His breath caught slightly. “I know, little one. I’m going to make it feel better.”
As his thick finger, coated with cool cream, circled my sore opening, I couldn’t stop the involuntary clench of arousal that shot through me. The idea that this man—this huge, powerful man who had watched me exercise naked, who had bathed me and diapered me—would soon be using me the way Jax had seemed unconscionable, at the level of my rational mind. And yet my body responded with undeniable heat.
“Pretty little pussy,” Rudy murmured, his finger sliding from my bottom to drift over my bare lips. “I’m looking forward to having my own cock here, like your daddy says I can do tomorrow.”
I gasped, feeling myself grow instantly wet at his words. The shame was overwhelming, but I reminded myself fiercely that none of it mattered. I was going to escape before Rudy or anyone else could have any of me.
“There,” he said, pulling his hand away and reaching for the diaper. He positioned it under me, then sprinkled powder over the bare mound of my pussy. The infantilizing scent of baby powder filled my nostrils as he pulled the thick padding up between my legs and fastened it securely.
He helped me sit up, then slipped the nightgown over my head. The soft cotton fell around me, clinging to my curves, slight though they were, and belying its childish cut.
“Sleep well, little one,” Rudy said, his voice gentle as he tucked the blankets around me. “Tomorrow will be a big day for you.”
With that ominous promise, he turned off the light and left me alone in the darkness, the lock clicking into place behind him.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my mind raced. I had to get out of here. I had to escape before tomorrow, before Rudy claimed what Jax had promised him. But how? The windows only opened three inches. The doors were always locked. They watched me, I presumed, at all times.
My bottom still throbbed from Jax’s punishment, a continuing reminder of what he’d done to me. What he would keep doing to me if I stayed. What he would let others do to me.
I tried to formulate a plan, but exhaustion weighed on me like a physical presence. My eyelids grew heavy despite my determination to stay awake and think. Images and sensations from the day began to blur together—the humiliation of being displayed on the dining table, the pain of Jax’s belt, the forbidden pleasure of his fingers and cock.
Half-asleep, my thoughts drifted to the gym and how it had felt to exercise naked while Rudy watched. The memory of his eyes on my body as I moved through each position, the barely disguised hunger in his gaze when he’d corrected my form with those huge, powerful hands.
In my drowsy state, the memory transformed into fantasy. I was Georgia Jones again, eighteen and innocent, assigned a personal trainer by her new husband. The scene unfolded like a variation of the one I’d imagined before, with Georgia’s huge, handsome personal trainer. Georgia arrived at the gym in her modest workout clothes, only to be told by Rudy that proper training required nudity to assess muscle movement.
“But Mr. Rudy,” Georgia protested, her cheeks flushing. “That’s not… appropriate.”
“Your husband gave very specific instructions,” Rudy replied, his voice firm, but kind. “And you promised to obey him, didn’t you?”
Reluctantly, Georgia undressed, folding her clothes neatly as Rudy watched with barely concealed desire. He guided her through exercises designed to display her body from every angle—lunges that showed off her long legs, push-ups that made her small breasts sway beneath her.
“Good girl,” he praised as she completed each movement perfectly. “Your husband will be pleased with your progress.”
When the workout was complete, Georgia reached for her towel, but Rudy caught her wrist.
“Not yet,” he said softly. “Your husband mentioned you’ve been… tense lately. He asked me to help you release that tension.”
Before Georgia could protest, Rudy bent her over the weight bench, her perfect bottom displayed for his pleasure. His massive hands spread her thighs as he positioned himself behind her.
“Your husband wants you to learn how to please different men,” Rudy explained, his cock pressing against the opening of her hot, wet sheath. “It’s part of your training as his good little girl.”
Wrapped in the haze of half-sleep, I couldn’t stop the fantasy from unfolding. In my mind, Georgia whimpered as Rudy’s massive cock stretched her innocent body, her hands gripping the weight bench while he claimed her from behind.
“Please,” fantasy Georgia gasped, “it’s too big!”
