Amaya's Old-Fashioned Daddy

by Dark Angel

  She squealed as he picked up and began to carry her out of the room.

  “Wait! Papa, where are we going?”

  “To the study, Amaya.”

  Amaya let out a wail, already sorry that she’d lied to her Papa. She clutched Teddy tighter to her body, since Papa hadn’t given her the time to set him down before picking her up. She squirmed against her Papa, pleading with him and hoping he might show leniency.

  “No, Papa, wait, I didn’t mean to!”

  “Don’t be silly, Amaya, of course you meant to. But I can guarantee you will be sorry for it.” Papa’s voice sounded almost grim and Amaya quailed.

  They reached his study far too quickly and she found herself face down over Papa’s lap, still holding Teddy to her chest for comfort, as he flipped up her skirt and began spanking her bare bottom without any preamble.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  She squealed and writhed as his hand came down on her already chastened cheeks. Because she hadn’t paid attention in lessons today, her bottom was already well-roasted, and Papa’s hard hand felt especially harsh on her sensitive skin.

  Amaya squealed and kicked, her tears coming immediately, as she hung on to Teddy.

  “Papa nooooooo!”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

  “Lying is not tolerated, Amaya. Period.”

  His hand moved up and down her burnished curves, making her scream and sob as her heated flesh was given a second, thorough spanking. It didn’t take long for her pleas to dissolve into a begging chant, promising that she wouldn’t ever lie again and that she would be a good girl at the party, and everything she could think of that her Papa might want to hear.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The spanking seemed to go on forever, far worse than any she’d received at his hand so far. Amaya’s cries slowly turn from verbal pleas to outright sobs, as she was unable to form coherent words.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  She was horribly, completely sorry that she’d tried to lie to him. No matter the reason. The whole of her bottom felt as though it had been left over a fire to roast, her skin blistered, and yet he still didn’t stop.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  When he finally finished and she lay over his lap, crying into her Teddy, her bottom cheeks felt like they were swollen to twice their normal size. She was absolutely one hundred percent sure that she would never lie again. Never, ever, ever. It wasn’t worth it, because her Papa obviously had no compunction about punishing her for it, no matter the current state of her bottom.

  It didn’t matter to her body though. When Papa slid his fingers down to her sex, she was as wet as ever, despite - or maybe because of - the spanking. Amaya moaned, hating her reaction as Papa painfully squeezed her burning bottom while rubbing his fingers over her sensitive folds. She whimpered, half from the searing agony of her sensitive skin, half from the unabated arousal that was pulsing in her core. Papa’s cock pressed into her side, making her pussy clench as she thought about what it would be like to be filled by him.

  His fingers slid into her, probing her pussy, and Amaya moaned.

  “Well this won’t do, Princess,” Papa murmured as his fingertips brushed over her swollen clit. “Naughty little girls don’t get rewards.”

  She found herself being put on her knees in front of him and Amaya whimpered in disappointment. Rather than immediately opening his pants, Papa cocked his head and looked down at her tear-stained face, a small smile playing on his lips as he cupped her chin and looked into her eyes.

  “Are you sorry for lying, little girl?” he asked.

  “Yes, Papa, I’m so sorry,” she said immediately, utterly sincere. There might be a trace of resentment lingering in her heart, but she also knew better by now. Papa was not someone to be crossed or lied to, and she knew very well that if she hadn’t lied to him, he wouldn’t have spanked her over a party. That was her own fault.

  ******

  Releasing his little Princess’ face, admiring the streaks of tears down her cheeks nearly as much as he’d admired the hot, dark red hue he’d achieved on her bottom, Grant stood. He loomed over Amaya as she knelt before him, with her penitent expression and red-rimmed eyes. Both of her arms were still clutching her teddy bear, making her appear even more adorable than usual. Holding out his hand, he helped her to her feet, amused by the confused expression on her face. She’d understand quickly enough.

  Turning them both slightly, Grant ignored Amaya’s squeal of protest as he bent her over the wide arm of the chair he’d just been sitting in.

  “Nooo, Papa, please! I won’t lie again, I promise! I can’t take anymore, please don’t spank me!” The little sob in her voice made his cock twitch as she begged.

  “The spanking is over this time,” he said sternly, flipping up her skirts and admiring the deep red hue of her nates. Her ass looked like an actual red heart, above the lighter pink backs of her thighs. Since her bottom had already taken most of her punishment during and after class, he’d focused most of his attentions there rather than on her thighs. “However, if you lie to me again, you will find yourself in exactly this position and I’ll be using a birch. I don’t tolerate lying, little girl.”

  “I understand!” She tried to push herself up, but Grant held her pinned in place with one hand on her lower back, stepping forward so that the front of his legs pressed against the back of hers, neatly trapping her between himself and the chair.

  “The punishment isn’t quite over yet, Amaya,” he said, his voice shifting from stern to soothing, because he knew she wasn’t going to like this at all. “Very naughty little girls are punished inside their bottoms as well.”

  The base of the plug in her bottom seemed to wink at him as he took it between his fingers and tugged gently. He could actually see her clench around it as she tried to buck against him again.

  “Noooo, Papa, please, not there!” The wildness in her voice was filled with disbelief and he had to hold back a chuckle. Despite the enemas and plugs, despite the fingers she’d taken there, despite the words he’d whispered to her, his little princess was always shocked and mortified by anything new happening to that area. Yet, he noticed, her pussy was always wetter after her anus had been attended to. She liked it, but, just like her spankings, she didn’t want to like it.

  Which only made playing with that cute, little, virginal rosebud even more enjoyable for him.

  The plug in her bottom was bigger than the first one she’d had inserted, but significantly smaller than his cock. Grant wanted to keep it that way. She was already conditioned to avoid anal sex because of her prudish upbringing, which meant it was mentally effective as a punishment. He wanted to keep it physically effective as a punishment too, and since Amaya responded so nicely to pain, that meant keeping her daily plug nice and small. That way any larger objects entering her orifice would be a struggle for her each and every time, but wouldn’t actually harm her.

  “Please Papa, use my mouth,” she begged, twisting her head to stare at him pleadingly over her shoulder. “Please, I’ll make you feel so good.”

  “Now, Princess, you know that your punishment is up to me to decide, and I want you to remember for a good long time why you shouldn’t lie to me.” With that firm statement, Grant grasped the base of the plug and smoothly pulled it from her body.

  Amaya howled, more with indignation than pain. Her little star winked at him, gaping slightly, between her red cheeks. The heat coming off her bottom was beginning to warm his thighs, even through his trousers and he knew that she was going to remember this lesson for a very long time indeed.

  ******

  “No, no, no, no,” Amaya chanted as she hugged Teddy tightly to her chest. Her bottom already hurt more than she could imagine! It hurt even more than earlier this week when Nanny had used her tawse - of course, that had only been five blows to Amaya’s upturned cheeks, whereas right now it felt like there wasn’t an inch of her bottom that wasn’t already flaming hot.

  Te
ars of humiliation slid down her cheeks as Papa pressed two fingers into her little hole, thrusting his fingers back and forth, spreading them open and forcing the small orifice to stretch as her pussy pulsed hungrily beneath them. She’d become used to the enemas and the plug and, for some reason, she’d somehow started thinking that would be the worst she’d have to endure in that area. It seemed impossible that Papa’s cock would ever fit, and since he hadn’t shown any interest in forcing the issue, she’d let it drop from her mind.

  Now it was all horribly, terrifyingly real.

  Bent over like this, she was completely at his mercy - as if the painfully hot condition of her buttocks wasn’t enough to drive that point home. Amaya wanted to howl as his fingers withdrew and something larger, thicker, and much hotter pressed against the little hole.

  There was nowhere for her to go but back onto it, as her hips were pressed into the armchair she was bent over. She was trapped between the cushioned surface and the thick cock that was burrowing into her backside. The fat heat stretched open her sphincter, a sensation she was accustomed to, but the thick rod stretched her tiny muscle much faster than the plug ever did. It was like having the fattest part of the plug pushing in first! No lead up, no gentle expansion, just a fat knob forcing its way inside of her.

  She cried out as it entered her body with a sensation that was almost like a pop, but instead of allowing the tight ring of muscle to contract again - the way a plug would - it was still stretched out horribly around the thick length of Papa’s shaft. Amaya cried as Papa rocked his hips, sliding deeper between her tortured cheeks, the thickness of his cock allowing no mercy for her stretched hole.

  “Oh Princess… you’re so tight… you feel so good on Papa’s cock…” The low groan and grunts as he worked himself deeper into her body did little to soothe Amaya’s discomfort as her rear tunnel was stretched and filled in a manner she’d never experienced before. Every time she tightened around him, her body trying to expel the merciless invader, Papa just groaned and repeated how good she felt around his cock.

  “Please, Papa, noooo, take it out,” she begged as he pushed even deeper. She couldn’t believe how full she already was! It felt like she couldn’t even breathe, like his cock was pushing her insides around and out of its way. The burning inside was nearly as bad as the burning surface of her buttocks, and her insides were cramping in addition to the hot, uncomfortable stretching.

  Ever since she’d begun receiving daily enemas, she hadn’t had a single bowel movement, and now she felt like she was obstructed… a sensation that felt as awful and wrong physically as it did mentally.

  “No, Princess, I want you to remember this the next time you think about lying o me,” he said in a stern voice, thrusting his hips and sliding deeper. Tears spilled into Teddy’s soft fur as she felt his body come to rest, pressed against hers; his hot, hard groin was uncomfortable against the seared skin of her bottom. She was achingly full of him, her insides twisting from the invasion, her tunnel clenching around him as it adjusted to the new dimensions. Amaya whimpered, taking deep panting breaths, which did very little to actually ease the discomfort.

  Then Papa’s fingers dug into the sore flesh of her buttocks as his cock retreated. Amaya cried out at the sensation, which was somehow even worse than the invasion. It felt like her insides were receding along with his cock, like her sensitive flesh was being rawly rubbed over. Then he lunged forward and she experienced the same, cramping pain of invasion all over again.

  It was dirty. Perverse. Painful. As wrong as she’d imagined it would feel when he’d first made mention of the act.

  She’d never felt more vulnerable, more exposed… or more submissive.

  There was something inherently slavish about being bent over in front of him like this while he invaded her most forbidden hole against her protests. As though he was taking over the very last of herself, and making every part of her irrevocably his. Amaya’s pussy spasmed as she begged him to stop, to slow down, and her pleas were ignored.

  It hurt, but somehow she wasn’t afraid that he was harming her. The agony flared and cramped with every thrust, but at the same time she knew there would be no lingering damage afterwards.

  And every second, it became a little easier to take. The discomfort and uncomfortable burning sensation wasn’t going away, but the sharper jabs of torment were becoming less severe, less harsh. Amaya sobbed in confusion as she felt the strangest sensation building up inside of her.

  Like the prelude to an orgasm, but deeper… like a tidal wave rolling up from the depths of the ocean. It was too intense to be pleasure, and yet too pleasurable to be pain. Her toes curled as Papa thrust and his body slapped against her cheeks, sending biting shocks through her flesh as he began taking her harder, faster. She could feel the front of her mound pushing against the armchair, her swollen clit throbbing, and a deep sense of shame flushed through her as she realized that her body didn’t care how perverse having Papa’s cock in her ass was, that it didn’t matter how much it hurt to have him moving inside that slick, tight hole as he basically spanked her cheeks with his body… her body was responding by climbing closer and closer to an incredible orgasm.

  “Noooooooooo,” she cried out, the word coming out as a mournful howl as Papa’s fingers dug into her hips, hauling her body back against him, his big cock slickly burrowing deep inside of her.

  ******

  The tight grip of Amaya’s velvety anus clenched and spasmed, and despite her protest, Grant could tell that his little princess was cumming while she took his cock up her virgin ass. Confirming to him that, despite what she might think, his Amaya was a sweet little anal slut. No wonder she’d taken to the enemas and the plug so quickly.

  He pounded harder, her gasping, sobbing orgasm giving him the permission he needed to fuck her asshole with abandon. The tight hole was massaging his cock, gripping the thrusting length as she squirmed and moaned in ecstasy.

  His perfect little princess.

  Slamming himself against her hot, swollen cheeks, Grant emptied his balls into her deflowered little hole, gasping as her inner muscles milked him of every last drop. Groaning, he leaned over her, gasping for breath as he slowly softened inside of her, enjoying her little whimpers and the way she shivered every couple of seconds.

  Then he replugged her cute little bottom, gave her a kiss and praised her for taking her punishment well, before scooping her up in his arms and taking her to her room for a nap. The entire time, she didn’t relinquish the teddy bear in her arms, which he found completely adorable.

  When she woke up for dinner, she was much more like herself, albeit a bit squirmier in her chair. Something which Grant enjoyed watching, knowing the reason for her discomfort.

  That night, in his bed, he took his time with her sweet little body, wringing at least four orgasms from her until she was practically limp when he finally mounted her and rode her to a fifth and final one.

  Chapter 9

  The pretty dress made Amaya look like a princess, but she felt more like a fraud. Clinging to her Papa’s hand, she wanted to run back to her nursery, but she knew he wouldn’t allow that. The firm grip he had on her hand reminded her of the firm but brief spanking he’d given her before dressing her. He called it a “reminder” spanking - one that didn’t hurt too much (according to him) but that would remind her to behave during the party.

  Amaya called it an unfairly sore bottom, but only in the safety of her own mind.

  Besides, even if she managed to slide her fingers from Papa’s grip, Nanny Quinn and Nanny’s husband were standing right behind her and Papa.

  She tensed as the door opened to reveal two men and three women. One of the men looked just like Papa in both bearing and attire; he was formally dressed with tails and had a very authoritative look to him. Beside him, one of the women was also dressed formally, wearing an adult ball gown and dripping with jewels, from her wrists and fingers to her neck and blonde hair. They were flanked by the other man an
d one of the women, both of whom were dressed more like Amaya. The other woman was incredibly petite in a short frock of blue tulle, although also very curvy even if her cleavage was covered up, and she looked like a very buxom doll with her black hair and eyes, and pert rosebud lips. The man was slender, had a shock of red hair, and wore a formal young boy’s outfit. The last woman was obviously their nanny and she was dressed in the same black dress and apron with many pockets as Nanny Quinn was.

  So Amaya was introduced to Lord and Lady Bryant and their “little boy” and “little girl” Roger and Cailet. As introductions were finishing, another man and woman were coming in the front door; he was obviously the Papa and she was obviously his little girl. After being greeted, the guests flowed past Papa and Amaya and into the ballroom where the party was set up.

  Papa had already taken Amaya into the room to show her the pretty decorations of ivory and gold, which set off her dress perfectly. There were streamers, tables with large bouquets of pink and ivory flowers, ivory tablecloths with gold runners, and an entire play area for the ‘littles’ that she couldn’t wait to explore. There was an inflatable castle, blocks for building, coloring books and crayons, and all manner of toys and dolls. None of which were Amaya’s from the main nursery, which had actually been something of a relief. She wouldn’t have wanted to share her special things that Papa had gotten for her with complete strangers… and that Papa wasn’t asking her to, the way her real parents would have, made her feel extremely grateful and adoring.

  Little things like that made her feel like he was the best Papa, even though her bottom was sore from both yesterday and today’s spankings, and even though he’d done that dirty, awful thing to her yesterday after her spanking.

  The more of his friends she was introduced to, the more relaxed she became. Somehow, even though he was showing her off, Amaya didn’t feel the intense pressure that she always had at her parents’ parties. Papa sounded proud when he introduced her, he didn’t mind that she’d started off the evening shy, he didn’t try to force her to answer any questions or make critical comparisons between her and any of the other women she was introduced to. Relaxing meant that her shyness slowly faded and she became more comfortable with the introductions.