by Maggie Ryan
"Please… oh, please Papa, it hurts me."
"Your naughtiness and disrespect of your Papa hurt me, Alexandria."
Tears flowed freely but the physical pain was not the cause. Knowing she'd hurt his heart, that she had repaid his gentleness of earlier by disobeying his requirements made her pull her cheeks open a bit more, and press her bottom back.
"I'm sorry, Papa. Please put my plug all the way inside my bottom." Her muscle might always fight the insertion but her Papa would always be the ultimate winner. She gasped as she felt her body swallow the plug, the flange nestled between her cheeks.
If she'd thought she was full before, she now felt stuffed. Squirming, she felt his fingers dip between her legs and buried her face in her pillow, knowing he would find that, despite her whimpers and squeals, despite her squirming and moans, her quim was dripping. The pressure of his finger against her clittie had her tone changing, her body writhing for a completely different reason. She felt the delicious sensation building, her legs opening wider, her hips pushing down to seek the fingers working her so thoroughly. When he abruptly removed his fingers, she understood she'd be kept burning in both her bottom and her sex.
When the dummy was placed at her lips, she opened without a fuss, the large bulb filling her mouth as effectively as the plug filled her bottom. The ribbon was tied once more around her head. Her Papa secured her wrists in the cuffs to make sure she'd be unable to repeat her naughtiness. When he disappeared from her line of sight and she felt her ankles taken, and cuffs placed around them, she whimpered. She could only picture the image she made—spread-eagled, restrained, her crimson, welted bottom lifted on her pillows, the end of the plug visible between her cheeks. It was only as he pulled the covers up that she remembered she was stark naked. Nanny Juliette would know exactly what she was holding, and see the evidence of her strapping the moment she woke her the next morning.
Max knelt down and pushed her hair away from her cheek before bending to kiss her. "I love you, Lexie. I will always love you, but I hope you don't ever attempt such a thing again. You'll be taken to Miss Summers' office tomorrow for a paddling as you broke one of her most important rules. I expect you to submit to your paddling and apologize for your behavior. I also suggest you seriously consider your behavior this week." He paused and stroked her arm. "If you need your nanny, remember the bell pull is right here." He moved the end of the cord to make sure she realized that, even restrained, she'd be able to reach it. "You need to decide if this is truly what you wish to do—these are the roles you wish to take. It takes strength to submit, little one, but I believe that strength as well as the desire is within you." Kissing her once more, he tucked her tiger into her hand, extinguished the lamp and left her alone for the second time that evening.
Alexandria lay still, her arms above her head, her bottom burning beneath the covers, her legs lewdly splayed and her sex burning with unsatisfied need. Thinking of his words, she wished the dummy had not been filling her mouth. More than anything, she wanted to tell him that she didn't need more time. She'd decided she wanted to be his everything from the moment he'd held her.
Chapter Eighteen
The opening of the door did not rouse the young woman, nor did the removal of the bedcoverings. Juliette silently worked to undo the cuffs at Alexandria's ankles, giving each a quick massage before tucking the restraints back away. Her charge did not stir until her wrists were freed and only then did her eyes open, her face instantly flushing with the memory of the evening before.
"Good morning," Juliette said cheerfully, as she tucked the restraints away.
Alexandria waited for her nanny to admonish her, to comment on the discovery of her condition, her nakedness and the display of her punished, plugged bottom still lifted over her pillows. Instead, the woman simply untied the ribbon and waited while Alexandria worked the dummy from her mouth. She had found comfort in suckling after her Papa departed. Her aching jaws told her that she had obviously continued to suckle the huge dummy during the night.
She was helped to roll off the pillows, her wince as she sat garnering no more than a look from her nanny. Alexandria considered that she was most likely not the first student found in such a position, the evidence of a Papa's displeasure so blatantly displayed. Helped from the bed, she stood naked and chilled, her nipples puckering in the cool air, and yet she did not move her hands even an inch towards her breasts. Instead, she clutched her tiger in her hands, her fingers stroking along the soft fur before placing it on the table when instructed to do so.
Walking to the door, Alexandria felt the plug in her bottom make its presence known. It felt awkward taking each step, her gait disjointed. Again her nanny made no comment. Juliette didn't bother dressing her charge as she took her hand and led her down the hall to the water-closet. "Do you need to void your bowels?"
Her entire body flushed at the embarrassing question, her backside clenching once more around the plug it had held all night. "No, Ma'am, I-I don't think so."
Juliette helped her onto the potty chair. "Believe me, you'll know when you do." After doing her necessary, keeping her complaints to herself as she was wiped and lifted down, Alexandria was helped into the tub. Sinking down into the delicious warmth, she gave a whimper as her bottom once more took her weight.
"Kneel up, I know your poor botty must be very tender." Juliette rubbed the cloth with soap as Alexandria went up onto her knees, settling back, her buttocks against the softness of her calves. Her bath was given quickly, the silence only broken as directions to lift her arms, turn around and lift her bottom up to be washed were given and obeyed.
The room filled with other students and their nannies, the morning ritual completed smoothly as the girls were prepared for a new week. Alexandria was standing outside the tub, a large towel being used to rub her hair dry, when Claudia entered and gave her a smile and a wave. As she was stripped and helped into an adjacent tub, it was obvious her Papa had been thorough. Claudia's bottom bore another layer of wheals from the top of her bottom to the backs of her thighs. And yet, Alexandria saw her sit without complaining, a smile on her face as if her behind was pale and unmarked.
Once her hair was only damp, Alexandria was taken by the hand. As they reached the door, it opened to reveal Nanette and her nanny. Alexandria instinctively reached out and laid her hand on the woman's arm. "Good morning," she said softly, all the anger of yesterday gone at the sight of her sister. Her own punishment, though harsh, certainly could not be compared to what Nanette must have experienced. Nanette looked surprised but nodded, her own hand reaching to cover Alexandria's, giving it a slight squeeze before the two girls were led in opposite directions.
Once dressed in her uniform, her hair brushed and plaited, her nanny finally pulled Alexandria to stand before her.
"Today you'll attend classes with your sisters. If you need to use the potty, you'll raise your hand and ask permission. When it's given, you'll come find me. Normally you'd be allowed to ask any nanny available to escort you, but since you are plugged, it's my duty to take care of your needs. Alexandria, I do not suggest you attempt to break this rule as well."
"Yes, Ma'am." She blushed at the mention of her plug, even though it had been obvious to her nanny from the moment she'd awakened her. Hearing it mentioned brought the plug's presence back to the front of her mind, and she swore she could feel it pulsing inside her.
They descended the stairs a little more slowly than usual. "Just walk naturally, little one. Your pucker will retain the plug without you having to clench so tightly."
It was with a flushed face that Alexandria entered the dining room. It was still a bit early and the girls were milling around the room, talking quietly. Penny came towards her, a bright smile already on her face.
"Good morning," Penny said giving her friend a hug before stepping back, her smile dimming. "Oh, are you okay?"
"I—yes, I'm fine."
Penny pulled her back into her arms. "Good. I know this is all so
new to you, but please know we all understand."
This time, Alexandria returned the hug and realized that she was not only fine, she was not alone. There were other young woman who experienced the same things she did, some much more difficult to accept. If she hadn't been so horribly naughty the night before, her smile would have come easier. It was no one's fault but her own that she was standing with a tender bottom.
Janey joined them and was far more open about how she was feeling. "Lord, I don't know how I'll manage to sit through classes. I wish my arse would simply fall off!"
Alexandria's mouth dropped open and yet she saw the girl's smile and a light in her eyes. "Was… was it awful?"
Nodding, her friend smiled. "Well, the caning surely was. Papa gave me a dozen with that horrid rod. I almost earned extra by moving out of position. It's so hard to present without a thing for support." She paused and looked at Alexandria. "Oh, do you know what presenting means?"
Embarrassed and yet feeling secure in her friendship, Alexandria nodded. "Um, yes, I-I did something terribly naughty and my Papa… um, taught me how to present. It was so embarrassing."
Janey giggled and lowered her voice. "I know —it's so shameful bending over and lifting your arse and having to spread your legs so wide. Nothing is hidden; nothing at all!"
"You said the first part was awful," Penny reminded her, as Claudia joined the group.
"Yes, the caning was dreadful but Papa told me I'd done a good job taking my lesson and he allowed me to—"
"Girls, to the table please."
The girls had been so involved in talking, they hadn't noticed the headmistress' arrival. They reluctantly but obediently went to their seats as Miss Summers walked to hers.
Alexandria didn't expect to be allowed her cushion but was very grateful when her nanny untied it and placed it on her chair. Taking her seat very gingerly, she was not unaware that several of her sisters appeared to be doing the same. As she ate, she wondered what Janey had been about to say. She had seemed happy even after confessing she'd been caned again. What had her Papa allowed her to do? Flushing, she wondered if Janey had been allowed to take her pleasure. Memories of her own pleasure had her squirming, wondering when she'd next be allowed to come for her Papa. Her musings were interrupted as the headmistress began to speak.
"Today is the beginning of a new week," Eleanor said after the meal was done. "Atonement has been made and fresh slates are your gift. Classroom lessons are not the only ones you receive. I suggest each of you carry last night's visits with your Papas with you as you go through your day. It is up to you and you alone how long those slates will be clean."
Alexandria felt awful, the knowledge that her slate had already been marred by her choices filling her with regret. Though she'd been strapped for that naughtiness, she knew in her soul that she would not feel totally forgiven until she'd bent over the prie-dieu and atoned at the end of the week. The sounds of chairs scraping against the floor brought her mind back to the present as the girls were dismissed. Standing, she had no idea where to go until her nanny took her hand.
"Nanette is to be your guide today," Juliette said, as she led her to where the girl and her nanny were standing. "She'll show you where your classes are. I'll see you at luncheon—unless, of course, you have need of me before then."
Alexandria could only nod as the room emptied, girls chatting again as they headed to class.
"We have Literature first," Nanette said quietly.
Turning back, Alexandria realized that they were the only two left in the room, both nannies having soundlessly disappeared. "Um, okay."
The girl turned and Alexandria followed her through the halls to a corridor she'd walked through the first morning when she'd seen Penny at one of the many desks. Once they entered the room, Nanette stopped in front of the large teacher's desk and waited until the woman gave her a nod.
"Mrs. Odam, this is Alexandria."
"Welcome, Alexandria. You may take the desk next to Nanette's."
"Thank you, Ma'am," Alexandria said softly before following Nanette. She took the proper seat and was glad to see Penny sitting behind her, with Claudia in front next to Janey. This would be one class she would enjoy, as she had always found pleasure in losing herself in the pages of a book. Looking towards the front, she saw Mrs. Odam write a word across the blackboard, leaving large spaces between each individual letter. The word 'punishment' took up the entire width of the board.
"You'll each come to the front and use one word to give a description of each letter. No word will be repeated. While you wait your turn, I suggest you think about what punishment means to each of you. Babs, you may go first today. Begin with 'P', please."
As Alexandria watched her sisters go to the board and words begin to line up beneath the first letter, she understood that this was unlike any literature class she'd ever attended. Her mind reeled as the column grew longer, her sisters writing words that omitted them from the list she'd been compiling in her head. She was the last called and she walked to the board, accepting the piece of chalk. What did punishment mean to her? The words 'pain', 'paddle', 'pleas', 'promises', 'presenting', 'palm', 'plug', 'pink', and 'Papa' marched down the board in a neat row. Her mind blanked until she read the last word 'Papa', and she added her own to the column. Stepping back, she saw the teacher nod.
"Very good." Turning to the class, she spoke to her students. "Notice that only Nanette and Alexandria seemed to understand the true meaning of the word. Nanette's choice of writing 'Papa' shows her understanding that any punishment given to her by her Papa is the one that matters the most to her, just as it should be. Alexandria's use of the word 'penance' indicates she understands that punishment allows her to make her penance for naughtiness. I suggest the rest of you give a bit more thought to your answers. Penny, please put a little more effort into the assignment. While 'pink' can be a word describing punishment, I don't believe it took much consideration." Turning back, she continued. "Alexandria, you may write the first word for the next letter."
Alexandria was both embarrassed and pleased at the teacher's words but couldn't deny the truth of them. She was quickly learning that the only thing that freed her of the guilt she felt after misbehaving was making a proper penance. Thinking of what she could write for 'U', she finally chalked the word, 'uplifted'.
"Explain why you chose that word, please."
Her face flushed at the request but she answered, "I suppose it means you… um, lift your bottom so that your Papa can punish it."
Mrs. Odam smiled as she accepted the chalk. "Very good, Alexandria. It can also be defined as feeling uplifted with the release of your guilt."
The class continued, the board gradually filling with various adjectives, each one making Alexandria actually think about the meaning of a word she'd only before associated with payment for being caught doing something wrong. She discovered that the teacher wasn't quite as kind and gentle as she had appeared when she bent Babs across the top of her desk and pulled a ruler from her apron pocket after the girl had turned from the board and stated she couldn't think of a single word for the letter 'I'.
After lifting the back of her skirt and parting her drawers, the ruler popped against her bottom as Mrs. Odam listed possibilities. "Ideal, impending, irritating—all of these could be used. Would you care to try again or shall I continue?"
"Oh, please, Ma'am, I'd like to try again." Babs was allowed to go to the board and the class watched as she wrote the word 'imbue', and explained how punishment was used to instill her with the knowledge that only better behavior would keep her bottom safe.
"Thank you for demonstrating the definition of Alexandria's word. Seems that a little 'incentive' is all you needed, Babs. You not only gave us the word 'imbue', you also gave us 'instill'. You may begin the next column."
Alexandria almost giggled as the girl quickly scrawled the word 'spanking' under the next letter. Not a single book was opened, but by the time the class was over, the board
was full and the exercise had indeed given the students a great deal of words to reflect upon.
Mrs. Odam told them they could speak quietly until Mrs. Deeter arrived. Alexandria turned when Penny tapped her on the shoulder.
"You did very well. It's obvious you read a lot."
"Or you get punished a lot," Janey suggested with a giggle. "How on earth did you come up with 'nettles'?"
Instead of being embarrassed, Alexandria grinned. "Have you ever sat down and discovered you are sitting in a patch of nettles?" As shaking heads gave their answer, she explained. "They're horrid. Your skin itches and small blisters can appear. All I had to do was see Janey write 'itchy' and I remembered that the strapping I got last night had my entire rear itching like the time I sat down in a nettle patch."
"Oh please, those six strokes during Atonement couldn't possibly have been that bad," Janey teased.
Alexandria flushed but nodded. "No, but the strapping Papa gave me last night had me wishing I hadn't got out of bed." She was glad when the teacher's appearance made it unnecessary to discuss why she'd broken a school rule. Unfortunately, mentioning that she had had her remembering her Papa stating she'd be summoned to Miss Summers' office sometime during the day. Her bottom clenched as she tried to forget the promised paddling and pay attention to Mrs. Deeter.
The class stood and Alexandria followed Nanette as the girls walked around the room after taking one of the books stacked on the large desk and placing them on top of their heads. She remembered doing this as a child, pretending to be a princess who walked very regally down the streets, managing to nod her head at her subjects without really tipping her head forward. Her giggles had always caused the book to fall repeatedly. Today she discovered that falling was not allowed. Every time a book slid off a head, the line halted as Mrs. Deeter ticked a mark beside the names she had written on the board. Time seemed to drag on and her steps to falter as the stiff posture required to balance the book had her back aching and her bottom tightening around the plug, her chest pushed out, her shoulders back. By the time they had circled the room too many times to count and were allowed to stop, books still on top of their heads, only Janey and Nanette's names had nothing marked beside them.
