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  I made my­self any­way, fol­low­ing Salt un­til we stood in an­other plain wooden hall­way. It smelled very faintly of the ghost of to­bacco from the ci­gars that had doubt­less been rolled here so many years ago when the build­ing was a fact­ory.

  “Here we are,” Berkley said, push­ing the door closed be­hind us. “Now—we have sev­eral private areas as well as an aud­it­or­ium for pub­lic pun­ish­ments.”

  “Pub­lic pun­ish­ments?” Salt raised an eye­brow at him.

  “Some­times a Baby­girl is so bad, a private pun­ish­ment won’t do.” Berkley fixed his gaze on me. “Some­times she needs the hu­mi­li­ation of hav­ing all the other Bigs and Littles watch­ing her while she is spanked or paddled to really learn her les­son.”

  Was he ser­i­ous? I could hardly be­lieve it but I knew bet­ter than to say any­thing. I simply stared back at him un­til he mo­tioned to both of us.

  “Come, I’ll show you the private areas first. Now, all of these doors on the left side are spank­ing rooms.”

  He opened one of the wooden doors and ex­posed an ar­ray of equip­ment. Flip­ping on the switch, he il­lu­min­ated the room and stepped in­side.

  “What is all this?” Salt asked, look­ing around.

  I wanted to ask the same thing. Hanging against the walls were rows of whips, paddles, canes, and some things with mul­tiple, long leather strands I was pretty sure were called ‘flog­gers.’ The cen­ter of the room was taken up by a long pad­ded bench that was about waist-high. There were hand­cuffs dangling from it on one side.

  “These are in­stru­ments of pun­ish­ment, Mr. Saltanov,” Berkley said mat­ter-of-factly. This is the spank­ing bench.” He pat­ted the pad­ded bench in the cen­ter of the room. “You can bend your Little over the bench and cuff her hands here…” He poin­ted to the cuffs. “So she can­not es­cape her just desserts.”

  “But all of this…” Salt poin­ted along the row of whips and canes. “Usu­ally when I spank my mishka I only use my hand. She is too small and del­ic­ate for rough treat­ment.”

  “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.

  “Well, well—and what seems to be the prob­lem?” Berkley mo­tioned us in­side and though I really didn’t want to go, Salt had me firmly by the hand and I had to fol­low him into the room.

  “Little Patty here, has been throw­ing a tan­trum be­cause her Daddy told her it was time to move up to the next sized plug.”

  The stern nurse held up a device about three inches long from its roun­ded tip to its flat base. In between was a roun­ded bulge which tapered sharply be­fore reach­ing the base. Per­haps the weird­est thing about it was the fact that it was bright, Bar­bie doll pink and there ap­peared to be rhinestones wink­ing from the base. All in all it was con­sid­er­ably big­ger than any­thing I would ever want put up my butt. Then again, I didn’t want any­thing up there. From the tears in the girl’s eyes, she felt the same way.

  “Please, Daddy,” she whispered, talk­ing to the man who was clearly her Big in a soft, plead­ing tone. “Please, it’s too big.”

  “But it’s not as big as my cock, kit­ten.” The man the nurse had called Daddy Thomas stroked the girl’s cheeks lov­ingly. “Don’t you want to be able to please your Daddy and take his big hard cock all the way up that tight little ass of yours?”

  “Well…yes…” The girl nod­ded. “But I’m afraid it might hurt.”

  “Not if you re­lax and open up for Daddy, kit­ten.” He stroked her reddened ass cheeks sooth­ingly. “And af­ter­wards, Daddy will make you feel so good. Re­mem­ber, good girls get spe­cial kisses between their legs.”

  I could feel my cheeks get­ting hot at his im­plic­a­tion. In ad­di­tion to not want­ing any­thing up my rear, I was also very re­luct­ant to let a man put his face between