by Maggie Ryan
She'd been caught in complete defiance of not only the school's rules, but had broken her Papa's as well. Her eyes filled with tears and began to slide down her cheeks as wracking sobs overtook her. She couldn't bear to think about how her Papa was going to feel—what he'd think when he learned of her disobedience. No matter what he'd said, she wasn't his good girl—no, she had just proven she was a very bad girl indeed. The delicious spanking he'd given her for atonement would most definitely not be reoccurring in a week when he came to visit. She'd have to confess everything, and then she would have to face not only his disappointment, but also his discipline.
Her heart stopped when she heard the door open. Nothing on earth could make her turn her head. If wishes could be granted, hers would be that she was tucked in her bed, dummy in her mouth and her bottom clenching around her plug. The fact that wishes only existed in fairy tales proved true when she heard a command.
"Turn around."
Oh sweet Jesus, it was a voice she had never expected to hear until a week from now. Her body became a block of ice, her muscles refusing to move as his presence filled the entire room.
"Alexandria, I promise that you do not wish to disobey me further. Turn around."
She'd never know how she managed it, but she slowly turned, her eyes on her feet, her shame far too intense to allow her to look up. Time seemed to stop as the room became deathly quiet. Her throat had closed but she managed to whisper, "I'm so sorry, Papa."
"I assure you that you're going to be." Max took in the room; the disheveled bed, the covers scraping the floor—giving proof of his Lexie holding onto them as she climbed out of the tall bed. The dummy he had strapped around her head lay discarded on her pillow, the plug he'd placed inside her peeked out from under the end of the bed. Her ability to remove it from her pucker told him he'd been far too liberal with the lubricant, a mistake he would never make again.
Nanny Juliette had told him and Eleanor she'd returned to the room after remembering she'd forgotten to pick up Alexandria's discarded clothing. She'd thought the girl sound asleep but had begun moving across the room to the chair where she'd seen the clothing only to trip and almost fall as she ran into something in her path. Quickly lighting the lamp, she discovered she'd tripped over Alexandria. Her charge was on her hands and knees, her mouth empty of her dummy, her eyes focused on something under the bed. Stepping back, Juliette had seen the plug and understood instantly that the young woman had removed the item herself. The fact that she appeared to have changed her mind, that she was searching for it in the dark, did not change the fact that she was in trouble—a great deal of trouble. Juliette had yanked her up by her arm, marched her to the corner, and told her that if she moved an inch, she wouldn't be sitting for a week.
"What did I tell you about looking at me when I'm talking to you, young lady?" Max asked, his tone unlike any she'd heard before.
"Th-that I'm not to try to hide… hide from you, Papa." Her head lifted and her tear-filled eyes found his across the room. "I-I was going to…"
"To what, Alexandria? To hide your naughtiness as well?"
"No! I-I mean, I didn't mean to…" Her voice trailed off as the ridiculousness of the statement left her lips. His look had her knees shaking, the bees in her stomach flying up her insides to lodge in her throat.
"Lying will only earn you the rod, Lexie. I sincerely warn you to not open your mouth again if that is your intention. There is no way in hell that your dummy and your plug slipped out of your mouth or your ass without intent, did they?"
Alexandria felt more tears fall as she listened to his words. "No… no, Sir, but I swear I was going to put them back. Please, Papa, I'm not lying… please believe me!"
"Even if I were to believe you, the fact remains that you were deliberately disobedient. You lay in your bed, accepted my kiss and declaration of love, all the while planning on disobeying me the moment you were left alone. I can't—"
"No! I—"
"Hush! You've been told repeatedly not to interrupt me, and yet your naughtiness continues."
Alexandria's heart hurt at his tone, his look causing her to want nothing more than to run across the room and fling herself at his feet. She yearned to apologize, to let him know that she had never been sorrier before in her life. Instead of seeing his eyes soft and loving, she saw only disappointment and determination in their deep green depths. At the sight of him removing his coat, tossing it on the bed before beginning to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, the bees left her to be replaced by a nest of snakes, slithering and sliding through her stomach, knowing their bite would be felt on her bottom within only a few moments. When he'd pushed his sleeves above his elbows, he held out his hand.
"Come to Papa."
Her eyes flickered to the door and then back to him. Feeling like she was going to the guillotine, her feet moved towards him and she lifted her hand, willingly placing it in his.
*****
Max led her to the chair. This time he would not sit, would not take her over his knees. She would not feel his hand gently rubbing her bottom. The strokes she would feel would not be gentle, and her rear would not be flushed a soft pink. By the time she was once more tucked into bed, she'd have absolutely no doubt that being deliberately disobedient would never be a good choice.
"For harsher punishments, you will always be naked." He removed her nightgown and laid it aside. "As you bare your bottom, I want you to consider that, instead of being comfortable, it's about to be more painful than it has ever been. Remove your drawers."
She didn't protest, but he could see her fingers trembling as she untied the ribbon and pushed her drawers down. Stepping out, she picked them up and placed them into his open hand. Max took them and tossed them on top of her nightgown.
She'd learn to bend and wrap her arms around her knees or place her palms flat on the floor to offer her bottom to his discipline. However, that would take time as she learned to control her instinct to flee, to learn to submit her body to him willingly—even knowing he was going to punish her. For now, he'd need to offer her some sort of support as she learned another lesson.
"Bend over the arm of the chair, Alexandria. Tuck your hands underneath the cushion." When she obeyed, he had her move further forward. "I want your hips right on top of the arm." She shifted forward, her hands moving under the cushion, which he knew would help keep her from reaching back in an attempt to cover her bottom.
"Spread your legs wide and turn your heels out. You'll lift up onto your tiptoes as you lift your bottom high. You are to push your bottom out for your punishment." Though she was slow to obey, she assumed the position, her legs opening, her bottom lifting to display her sex to him, her stance pulling the globes of her backside slightly apart, the pink of her puckered bottom-hole exposed, empty of the plug he'd placed into her earlier.
"This position is called 'presenting'. When told to present, you will do so immediately. It won't matter if you are bent over a lap, a chair, a bed, or even just told to present by putting your hands flat on the floor. Just as you aren't allowed to hide your eyes from me, you will not be allowed to close your legs to hide your quim or pucker when you are to be punished more severely than a mere spanking." His statement was met with a soft sob, her face buried in the cushion.
"I told you earlier that you'd stand before me and confess your naughtiness. However, when it is blatantly obvious what that naughtiness is, I'll not waste time listening to your excuses. You took your hands and untied your dummy. You put your hands inside your drawers and removed your plug. Tell me, Alexandria, did you also put your fingers in your quim? Did you diddle yourself?"
"Not... not tonight, Papa." Her head lifted and she turned to look back at him. "I've learned that I'm not allowed to touch myself."
He shook his head, his eyes holding hers. "You can't fault me for asking, Alexandria. After all, surely you didn't believe you were allowed to remove items I put into you just because you don't like them? Surely you didn't believe that
you'd be allowed to decide your training was done?"
"No, Papa. I-I knew it wasn't allowed. I-I felt guilty, and…"
"Then you'll have no problem accepting this punishment to cleanse you of that guilt. Keep your face forward. Do not reach back. Keep your hands under the cushion. Do not drop your bottom. I want it high and pushed well out. You may cry, but you are not to beg for your discipline to stop. Only I will decide when your arse has paid a proper price." He stepped forward and placed his palm against her upturned cheek.
"Are you thinking about what I instructed you to consider?" His hand moved to cup her cheek, squeezing gently. "Are you considering that this little bottom is going to be very well roasted?"
"Yes, Papa," she said, her tears beginning to flow harder.
"Not a very pleasant thing to contemplate is it?"
"No, Papa, please, I…" she shook her head and spoke again, accepting the lesson. "No, Papa, it isn't."
Max went to the wardrobe and pushed past the hanging clothing to the back wall. Lifting the strap from its hook, he wrapped one end around his hand as he walked back to his naughty girl.
"Bottom out." He waited until she'd pushed her bottom up and out, the small globes offered properly. There would be no warm up, this was nothing but punishment, and so, lifting the strap, he gave her the first stroke.
Her voice did not break through until the third stroke had been applied but when it came, it was loud. Another two strokes landed with loud cracks against her backside before her hand came out from beneath the cushion.
"No! Get that hand under the cushion or I shall tie you to the chair!"
"Oh, please, Papa… it hurts, please…"
"I'll not tell you again." He waited until her hand moved, her grasp on the cushion tighter, her bottom wagging from side to side as if to cool the fire he'd just begun to lay across her rear. Lifting the strap, he cracked it against her bottom again and again until the entire surface was crimson. She'd slid back a little, her bottom dropping out of position.
"Present properly, Alexandria. Do so immediately or we shall have to start anew."
"Please, oh my, my bottom burns. Papa, I'm sorry, please…"
"Present."
Her bottom lifted, the skin looking hot and swollen. "Five more unless you break position, Alexandria. Lift your bottom for Papa. Words are easy to say. Show me you're sincere in your wish to make your apology."
It took a few minutes but she proved her sincerity when she obeyed. He gave her the last five across the tender area where her bottom met her thighs. Her body jerked and the cushion swallowed her wails of pain, but she remained in the proper position. Stepping back, Max lowered the strap to hang at his side, giving her a few minutes to compose herself.
Once the wails had softened and she turned her cheek on the cushion, taking in huge gulps of air, he spoke again. "Go to your corner, nose and nips to the wall."
*****
Alexandria pushed herself up, the cushion beneath her wet from her tears. Her legs were wobbly as she stood and returned to the corner. She pressed into it as closely as she could. Her face burned at his rude reference to her nipples as she pushed her nose and chest against the hard surface. Her bottom had never felt so hot, so roasted. Knowing he'd be watching, she forced herself to push it out into the room.
After several minutes, she heard him speaking right behind her. "Normally you'll spend at least half an hour or more displaying your spanked bottom. However, it's late, and we have more to take care of. You may turn and make your apology."
Turning, she faced her Papa. Remembering the lesson he'd taught her, she gingerly moved her hands behind her, gasping at the heat of her bottom, feeling raised ridges where the strokes had overlapped during her strapping. Sniffling, she turned her face up.
"I'm so sorry I was a naughty girl, Papa. Thank you for strap-strapping my bottom." Her voice broke and she had to take another full breath before continuing. She glanced over her shoulder to see the condition of her aching posterior. "My bottom really burns. It is… it's very red, and I can feel rid-ridges. It's well roasted."
When she turned her face back, she saw that he had lifted the strap. Stepping forward, she pressed her lips to the leather that had punished her. She removed her hands from her bottom, even though she desperately wanted to rub it to somehow ease the inferno that was still burning and she feared would burn for a very long time.
He moved to hang the strap inside the wardrobe and when he turned and opened his arms, she ran to him. "Oh, Papa, I'm so sorry." Her tears started anew as he picked her up and held her close. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, sobbing into his neck. When he carried her to the desk, releasing one arm to pull out her chair, she knew her ordeal was not yet over. Though she tried to be his good girl, the moment he set her down onto the punishment mat, she attempted to climb her way up his body.
"You'll sit and make your entry, Alexandria. There will be no opportunity to forget the naughtiness or the lesson."
He opened the journal to a fresh page, leaving her to make her entry. She tried to make it as quickly as she could so she could get off the mat that was stinging every inch of her bottom. She confessed to her decision to remove the dummy and plug, then added that she'd planned on replacing them the next morning. The page filled as she described climbing out of bed and the overwhelming sense of guilt that had flooded her while she'd been looking for the plug. He might not have believed her before, but she wanted him to know that she had been feeling guilty and had changed her mind. It might not matter to her Papa, but it mattered to her.
"I'm done, Papa," she said softly, placing her pen onto the desk but not daring to move from the chair.
He came over and picked up the book, reading it quickly. Placing it down onto the desk again, he reached out and stroked a finger down her cheek. "I'm sorry you were so naughty, Lexie, but I'm pleased to see that you were already wanting to atone before you were caught."
She gave him a smile, relieved that he'd believed her. When his finger tapped the bottom of the page, her smile faded.
"You will mark a demerit. Perhaps knowing that you didn't keep your slate clean for even a day will teach you a much needed lesson."
Marking the page, she couldn't help but think about the two cane strokes that would be required to cleanse her of the decision to be so horribly misbehaved. Her Papa closed the book and then picked her up again, giving her a hug before he carried her to her bed.
Alexandria saw that he'd been busy while she'd made her entry. The bedclothes had been straightened and were neatly folded at the end of the bed. The plug had been picked up and put on her end table. Her dummy lay beside it. The pillows had been moved to the center of the bed, one stacked atop the other. She saw items she'd not seen before, and felt her heart beat faster and her face heat. Long leather straps, attached to each of the four posters, had been previously tucked beneath the mattress but were now in plain sight. Leather cuffs lined with fur were attached to each one. Though open now, each had buckles to securely restrain a naughty girl's hands and ankles.
She was placed on the bed, her bottom protesting, and yet she didn't so much as fidget. Her bottom-hole clenched when he reached for the box he'd brought from the changing table where her nanny had stored it. Seeing him open it, she expected him to remove only the jar of lubricant, but she'd learned not to ever believe she knew what he was going to do. As well as the jar, he pulled the second plug from its slot.
"Onto your tummy over your pillows, Lexie," he ordered as he closed the box.
Getting to her knees, she awkwardly moved to lie across the pillows, her face heating as she laid her cheek on the mattress, knowing her bottom was lifted, her legs stretched out behind her. Desperately wanting comfort, she reached for her stuffed tiger.
"No, little one, you'll need your hands."
Surprised, she lifted her head to look at the cuffs. Was he saying she'd not be restrained after all? Turning to look at him, she saw that he was applying only a
very small dollop of lubricant to the very tip of the larger plug. God, why had she been so naughty? Now, instead of holding a plug only slightly larger than his finger, she'd be forced to hold one almost twice the size. His eyes met hers and she felt her skin heat in embarrassment.
"Reach back and pull your cheeks open."
He wanted her to open her own cheeks?
"You'll offer me your pucker, Alexandria. You'll open your roasted buttocks and hold them wide while you ask Papa to put your plug into your bottom, and you will not fuss as it's inserted. If you're naughty and don't obey, you'll find yourself still plugged—but it will not be as small as this one."
Her eyes darted to the box, her memory of the next slot and what it held allowing her to dismiss her reluctance at what she'd been told to do. Moving her hands behind her, she grasped her sore cheeks and parted them slightly. At his look, she blushed hotly and forced herself to pull her buttocks apart as wide as she could.
"Please, Papa. Please put my plug into my… my bottom."
Alexandria learned that burning was not limited to having her bottom strapped. The lack of a generous coating of lubricant allowed her to feel every twinge of discomfort as the plug was presented to her pucker. Her Papa did not first fill her with his finger, he did not apply lubricant up inside to ease the passage. The tip of her plug was pressed forward as she cried out.
"Please, oh, Papa, it's too big. Please use the other one." An immediate swat to her right cheek, followed by another to her left, had her crying out loudly.
"You were the one who decided the smaller plug was unnecessary, Alexandria. Your naughtiness has lost you the privilege of beginning with an easier training plug. Fuss again about this one and we'll graduate to the next." The plug pushed harder against her entrance. "Push back against your plug. Open your pucker for Papa."
Burying her face in the mattress, his order caused her to feel both shame as well as some unknown deep need to obey, allowing her to bear down. It wasn't the least bit pleasant, the lack of lubricant making her whimper and then cry out as her muscle was breached and the tip popped inside. She panted as she tried to relax, to accept the plug. Her cries renewed when it was slid forward, her pucker having to stretch wide to accommodate the widest part. Her Papa held it still, as if wanting her to feel how much her bottom-hole could stretch, and the burn grew into a hot flame.
