by Dark Angel
“No, I like this one,” Amaya said quickly, still staring in a kind of wonderment. Her hand creeped out to touch the frothy white lace on one of the ruffles, and she almost snatched it back when Nanny moved forward, but Nanny was smiling not frowning. Amaya smiled back at her in relief that she wasn’t going to be spanked for touching the pretty dress.
Her undergarments weren’t much - just a sheer chemise and a pair of split drawers that could easily be slid open in both the front and the back, and pretty pink stockings that matched the roses on her dress. The ruffled skirts of the dress came down to just a few inches beneath her bottom, and if she bent over and her drawers split open, she would give anyone standing behind her quite a show, but Amaya didn’t care. Almost forgetting about the plug in her bottom, Amaya bounced happily and twisted her hips back and forth, giggling at the way the skirt floated and swished. Despite everything, in this moment, she felt wonderfully happy.
Laughing at her, Nanny took her by the hand and sat her down to do Amaya’s hair. It was hard to sit still when she just wanted to play with her skirt and look at herself in the mirror, but when Amaya kept squirming, Nanny handed her the teddy bear to cuddle. Amaya found herself sitting - only a little uncomfortable with the plug - on the floor at Nanny’s feet, playing with a teddy bear, while Nanny brushed and braided her hair. The brushing was nice, although the sensation hadn’t been enough to keep her from feeling bored, and the braiding was rather nice too. Amaya couldn’t remember the last time someone had played with her hair. On Vericat, the hairstyles had always been tight and sleek, pinned back and polished looking, simple styles that were done quickly and efficiently.
This was like something out of a storybook, the fulfillment of the half-formed fantasy life Amaya had dreamed about. The sore bottom hadn’t been part of that fantasy, but even with her muscles occasionally tightening around the plug inside of her, she was able to enjoy the moment.
Breakfast was eaten downstairs with Papa, which Amaya enjoyed. He complimented her on how pretty she was in her dress, his dark eyes gleaming with appreciation as he looked her over, she was allowed to eat with Teddy clutched under her arm, and the food was delicious. Papa kept up a steady stream of questions for her, engaging her in conversation in a way that he hadn’t the night before (when she’d really been too tired and overwhelmed to anyway) - her favorite color, her favorite food, what kind of books she liked to read… she even asked him a few questions back. He laughed when he told her he liked seafood and she made a face. Amaya loved to swim in the water, but she didn’t like the flavor of anything that came out of it. It was a strange quirk to have, and one that had been awful during Vericat business dinners when the seafood course had arrived and she’d been forced to choke down all sorts of vile tasting dishes in order to not insult the hosts, but she had never outgrown it. Her parents had always insisted she’d acquire a taste for it, but all she’d acquired was a very good sleight of hand technique for depositing that particular course into her napkin.
Papa promised she would never have to eat any seafood, and Amaya was practically ready to forgive him all the indignities and depraved things that had been done to her in the past twenty-four hours. She could tolerate a few spankings and things up her bottom if it meant another shrimp never made it onto her plate!
Actually the plug really wasn’t all that bad now that she’d mostly gotten used to it. She didn’t like to think about it, but she could practically ignore its presence, and that was fine.
Both Papa and Nanny Quinn seemed pleased with her, especially when she didn’t even put up a fuss about going to her morning lessons. Not that Amaya wanted lessons, but since she knew that Nanny Quinn was going to be teaching Amaya about her rights in her new life, Amaya was definitely invested for now.
She was given a notebook that was decorated with the outlines of flowers, the colors still waiting to be filled in, and a pretty purple pen to write with. Nanny explained that she could color her notebook later, if she behaved during her morning lesson, and Amaya felt a little spurt of excitement. Coloring!
Nanny Quinn started with the history of Hebe, and especially explaining about the customs of Victoria and how they’d melded the culture from Earth’s history with current technology. Booooring. But Amaya paid marginal attention, because she was slightly curious about her new home. Also because she didn’t really want any more unpleasant surprises like the enema.
When Nanny finally moved on to the implementation of “little” boys and girls from the criminal ranks into the Victorian households, Amaya’s attention sharpened. A little smile curved on Nanny’s lips, as if she realized that Amaya hadn’t been giving her full attention until now, and she was amused by that for some reason. Maybe she secretly thought that giving an adult woman lessons was absurd too. After all, who fantasized about lessons when they thought about being a child?
“While on board ship, the prospective incoming citizens are given various tests to ascertain whether or not they’re a proper fit for Hebe and Victoria,” Nanny said, and Amaya rolled her eyes at her Nanny’s back as Nanny pulled up a new display on the teaching screen. Like that was news. “When Hebe is chosen as the final destination, the inmate is presented with a survey that can further define what may be done to them by their new ‘parent’ - if it is properly filled out.” The significant look she gave Amaya was rather severe. Amaya pouted.
Her stomach sank a little as Nanny Quinn went over the particulars of the survey. Although there were many things that it appeared she couldn’t have opted out of - apparently Hebe left it up to the discretion of the ‘parents’ if they wanted access to their little’s anuses - she had truly left herself open to some horrific possibilities. For one, apparently Victoria was the only continent where enemas were used by nearly everyone, and not just for a morning cleansing, but for punishments! On the other continents, enemas were rarely used, and if she’d filled out the survey, she might have been assigned elsewhere, and never had to endure one, much less a daily rinsing.
All over Hebe, various implements of punishment were used, but she could have protected herself from some of the worst. While no littles were to be permanently harmed or injured, thanks to her ignoring the survey, there wasn’t much that her Papa couldn’t do to her butt if he wanted to. Or her breasts. Or her pussy.
Crops.
Canes.
Birches.
The satisfaction in Nanny’s voice as she went over each implement, their uses, and the aftermath, accompanied by pictures on the screen, only made Amaya more horrified. The photographs of the punishments, both in progress and afterwards, had her shuddering. Red bottoms and breasts, welted bottoms and breasts, red swollen pussies and cocks… her panties were rapidly becoming damp as well, her little nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress, but she didn’t even realize how her body was responding. She was too busy internally chastising herself for being so hasty when she’d assigned herself to Hebe.
“While any Papa or Mother can discipline their little as they see fit, the mental health of each little is taken into consideration. The survey sets some limits and allows Hebe’s representative to match up the little with the best parents, as judged by the survey and the tests run on the ship. Of course, some infractions require harsher punishments, but as long as the survey matches the test results, matches are made with the inmates preferences in mind. In extreme cases, a little can file a claim of abuse, if their preferences are completely ignored or penalties are harsher than their survey indicated they could bear.”
And Amaya had indicated no preferences. Meaning that her Papa could do whatever he wanted and had no recourse, because she’d left her survey completely blank. Because she hadn’t cared about what Hebe wanted to know, she’d just wanted to ensure she made it to Hebe.
Amaya whimpered and Nanny Quinn’s face softened as she turned to her charge.
“Of course, good little girls won’t be punished unduly. And it is the responsibility of your Papa and your Nanny to see that
you aren’t harmed, regardless of how irresponsible you were when signing away your rights.” Nanny Quinn raised her eyebrow at Amaya. “But you should know that we retain the ability and the right to punish you as we see fit, because of that irresponsibility.”
The threat made Amaya squirm as visions of welted, reddened bottoms and breasts danced in her head again. She squeezed her thighs together as she suddenly realized that she was aroused, and was actually more horrified by that realization than by the possibility of punishment. She almost whimpered when she realized that Nanny Quinn was watching her, a small smile curving her lips as though she knew that the terrifying lesson had had an inexplicable effect on Amaya.
From there, Nanny moved on to the differences between the continents on Hebe, and Amaya found her focus waning. What did she care about the other continents on Hebe?
Chapter 7
Sitting in his office chair, like a king on his throne, Grant gave his little girl a cruel smile. He’d been paying attention to her lessons - unlike her - and he was looking forward to showing his little Amaya why she needed to do so as well.
“Well, Princess, how did you enjoy your lessons today?” he asked, his voice deceptively gentle.
She shrugged. “They were okay. I liked coloring afterwards better,” she said coyly, batting her eyelashes at him. Despite her obvious attempt at manipulation, Grant knew that he’d be buying into it, at least a bit. In the back of his mind he was already thinking about buying her new kinds of crayons and books to indulge her interest.
“Well the lessons are necessary and you’re going to have them every morning,” he said sternly, enjoying the way she slumped a little in disappointment. “In fact, I’d like to see how well you paid attention this morning. Take off your dress.”
Amaya’s dark eyes, which had gone wide with anxiety at his pronouncement, got even bigger at his order. “Take off my dress?”
She gave a little yelp as Nanny Quinn swatted her backside. Through the layers of her dress it couldn’t have hurt, but it had obviously startled her.
“When your Papa gives you an order, you follow it,” Nanny Quinn said sternly, already tugging the dress up Amaya’s lithe body. “Arms in the air.”
This time Amaya complied with alacrity, and Grant smiled, steepling his hands in front of him as he enjoyed watching Amaya being stripped by her Nanny. With no bra on, her little titties bounced freely, her nipples puckering almost immediately behind her chemise, which Nanny quickly stripped her of as well. The slit of her drawers afforded him a few glimpses of her golden thighs and mound as she squirmed in front of him.
“Good girl,” he said as he cast his eyes up and down her body. The slitted drawers barely afforded her any modesty, but he rather liked the illusion of it he decided. “Now put your hands on my armrests, here.”
Taking her hands, he guided her hands into place, making her bend over so that her breasts hung down beneath her, perfect for cupping. He indulged himself immediately, his hands covering the soft beauties, feeling her nipples hardening against his palm.
“Now then, you were learning about your rights today, weren’t you?”
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“Wha-what?” Amaya blinked, surprised at the question. Papa’s hands were massaging her breasts, distracting her nearly as much as the feeling of cool air against her bottom and pussy lips. The fabric of her drawers had fallen open and she knew that she was lewdly exposed from behind, her bottom pointed right towards the door where anyone could walk in and see her!
“Your rights, Amaya.”
“Umm, yes?” A sharp pinch to her nipples made her yelp and focus. “Yes! We talked about the rights I signed away!”
“Good. Then you should be able to answer some questions about them.”
The next hour was torturous. Papa played with her breasts, making them ache and distracting her horribly while Nanny spanked her with a paddle long enough to impact both of her bottom cheeks every time she answered a question incorrectly. The first time Amaya made the mistake of trying to lift her hands off of Papa’s armchair, he crushed the tiny buds of her nipples between his fingers in punishment. The second time, he twisted them as well, making her sob until her hands found their place again. She didn’t forget a third time.
Her skin was on fire from the amount of questions she’d answered incorrectly, and her insides were burning up for those that she’d gotten right. Nanny Quinn had twisted the plug in her bottom while stroking her clit, every time Amaya had answered correctly. The entire time, Papa kept massaging her breasts, playing with her sore nipples.
The outside of her bottom was hot and throbbing, the inside felt full and uncomfortable from the constant movement of the plug, her nipples hurt nearly as badly as her bottom as Papa’s palms abraded them, and yet she was on the verge of orgasm.
It took her a moment to realize that the constant stimulation had stopped, and that Papa’s hands were merely cupping her hanging breasts, not playing with them.
“Well, Nanny Quinn, how did our little girl do?” Papa asked.
“I’m afraid that she only answered about forty five percent of the questions correctly,” Nanny Quinn said.
Papa tutted. “Well that’s very disappointing Amaya.” To her dismay, she actually felt both guilty and unhappy at disappointing him. Why hadn’t she paid attention better? It wouldn’t have been that hard!
Resentment against him and Nanny built up.
“I didn’t know you were going to test me!” she blurted out accusingly. If she had, she definitely would have paid better attention! Now that she thought about it, it was really their fault. She shouldn’t feel guilty at disappointing him at all. They’d practically set her up!
Papa gave her a stern look, his fingers tightening warningly on her breasts. “Have you ever taken lessons and not been tested on the subject material, Princess?”
Her mouth opened and closed, because she wanted to protest, but she also knew he was right. It didn’t stop her from feeling resentful, but she couldn’t argue with him either.
“Fifty-five percent, hmmm?” he asked, looking up at Nanny Quinn. “That’s thirty questions answered incorrectly.”
Amaya squealed as Papa pulled her forward across his lap. Her throbbing nipples were happy to be released from his cruel fingers, but she was already crying because she was pretty sure she knew what was coming. She covered her bottom with her hands, crying more and kicking as Papa and Nanny pulled her hands up to her lower back, Nanny’s slim fingers holding them in place.
“No, no, no, please Papa, you can’t!!! I can’t take anymore!” she wailed. She’d already received a spank with that awful paddle for every question answered incorrectly!
“Yes you can, and you will.”
SMACK!
“One,” Papa counted out as Amaya shrieked. Papa didn’t need a paddle, his hand was as hard as one, and the large appendage smacked into her already chastened bottom without mercy.
SMACK!
“Two.”
SMACK!
“Three.”
Howling, kicking, begging and pleading had absolutely no effect on her Papa. He peppered her bottom with blistering swats, turning the already dark pink hued cheeks to a hot cherry red. In a calm voice, he counted out all thirty five swats as he delivered them, his hand moving up and down her bottom from the very top to her sensitive sit-spot, alternating from the right and left check to give the whole area a nice, even glow. It certainly wasn’t one appreciated by Amaya.
When he finally finished, she hung limply over his lap, sobbing tearfully, promising herself that tomorrow she would listen better, learn better, and that she absolutely would not go through this again.
But Papa wasn’t done. His hand rubbed her throbbing, swollen flesh and then moved his fingers down to the wet pink parts between her legs. Amaya cried harder with shame as he chuckled, finding her pussy soaked with her arousal. It made absolutely no sense why her body responded the way it did, but she couldn’t deny it as he slid his
fingers through the slick folds, chuckling.
“Unfortunately, naughty little girls who don’t pay attention to their lessons don’t get rewards,” he said, patting her heated flesh before removing his hand. Amaya whimpered at the loss, her hips lifting and seeking that wonderful contact again.
Instead, Nanny let go of her wrists and Amaya was put on her knees in front of her Papa. She’d felt his own arousal, pressing against her side, while he’d spanked her, and it was with no surprise and just a bit of resignation that she watched him open the front of his breeches. Considering her position, it wasn’t hard to figure out what he wanted.
Curling his fingers around the back of her head, Papa pulled her forward, and she opened her lips to take his cock between them, swallowing back the last of her tears. There was something almost soothing about taking him in her mouth, about the renewed connection between them. Yes, her bottom was throbbing and on fire from her punishment, yes the plug was uncomfortable, yes she was still a little resentful… but she was also happy to be there, with Papa, pleasing him.
It was a dichotomy that she didn’t understand.
Groaning, Papa leaned back, placing his hands on the arms of his chair and giving her free reign over his cock, which sent a spark of excitement surging through her. Her thighs pressed together as he watched her moving her head up and down on his cock, her tears drying as she began her work.
He glanced up at Nanny. “You may go, Quinn. I’ll take care of Amaya until dinner.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Nanny said, a thread of excitement quivering in her voice.
Amaya heard the door close behind Nanny, leaving her alone with Papa. Excitement thrummed through her, despite the fact that he’d just punished her. It made her feel very strange, but also very happy that he wanted to be alone with her… like, she shouldn’t be happy that he did, but she couldn’t help it.
“Good girl,” Papa murmured, sending another flood of warmth through her system. He stroked her hair, pushing it back, watching her suckle his cock with hot, hungry eyes. “Do you know what your Nanny’s going to do now?” Amaya looked up at him with big eyes, tonguing the underside of his cock as a bit of sweet fluid teased her tastebuds. She hadn’t even thought to wonder. “Her husband will be busy running the household, so she’s probably off to find a maid. They have an agreement - he can do what he pleases with the men in the household and she can do as she pleases with the women. I bet whatever woman she chooses will have nice dark hair, just like yours, and Quinn will have the little maid get on all fours over Quinn as she licks Quinn’s pussy, so that Quinn can spank her bottom.”
