by Dark Angel
Finally everyone had arrived and entered the ballroom, and Amaya and Papa walked into the ballroom with the last arrivals, Lord Gersham and his little girl, Marianne. Marianne was taller than Amaya, but more slender; Lord Gersham was a huge bear of a man whom even towered over Papa, which made Marianne seem small than she actually was. Amaya felt absolutely tiny next to him. Bubbly, friendly, with lots of bouncing blonde curls, Marianne had already taken Amaya’s hand and was exclaiming how happy she was to meet Amaya.
“We live just over the hill on the right,” Marianne explained happily. “That makes you my closest neighbor. Our other neighbors, Lord and Lady Stafron, don’t have a little yet.”
Amaya had met Lord Stafron, who had come alone, but his lady wasn’t with him tonight. She could understand why Marianna was excited though, Amaya couldn’t see any of their neighbors’ houses from the windows, which meant that it must not be very convenient to do short visits with the others. Everyone had arrived today by carriage, although Nanny Quinn had confided in her that most of them were staying in the nearby town (about an hour’s carriage ride away) and riding in from there. They took their commitment to the Victorian lifestyle very seriously, although some occasional latitudes were necessary.
In the ballroom, Lord Gersham and Papa took Amaya and Marianne over to the play area and set them loose. Nannies lined the area, watching their charges closely while the Papas and Mamas mingled and talked and laughed. One nanny already had her little girl upended over her lap, frothy skirts bundled at her hips, as she whacked the little’s bare bottom with a small paddle. Amaya’s mouth dropped open at the sight, although no one else seemed disturbed by it at all.
She thought she recognized the blue dress as belonging to a little girl named Tricia. Right now all she could see of Tricia was her cream and roses bottom, her kicking legs, and the blue jewel winking between her cheeks, announcing to one and all that she was firmly plugged, while her swollen pussy gleamed with arousal beneath. She could hear Tricia clearly enough, crying and begging to be let down. Amaya couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what she looked like, being spanked, and she shuddered at the idea of being so publicly disciplined. She immediately vowed to be on her best behavior this evening.
“Don’t worry about Tricia,” Marianne whispered to Amaya, taking her hand and squeezing it. “She gets spanked at almost every gathering. Sometimes I think she likes the audience.”
“Ooooookay,” Amaya said, drawing out the word, although she found it impossible to ignore the scene.
As soon as Tricia’s spanking was done, she was sent to the corner, holding her skirt up about her hips to show off her rosy bottom cheeks, sniffling the entire time. Amaya was able to turn away then and focus on the other ‘littles.’ Marianne, apparently determined to stick close to Amaya’s side, helped her keep track of everyone’s name. Which was extremely helpful, because as the ‘new girl,’ she was definitely the center of attention. There were a lot more little girls than there were little boys, she noticed, but all of them had one thing in common - they all seemed to relish their role as ‘children.’ Just like Amaya did.
Tricia wasn’t the only little punished that evening, either, but Amaya wasn’t one of them. Even when Marianne tried to tempt her into being mischievous, tossing peas at Roger whenever she thought no one was looking, Amaya felt her bottom clench and she shook her head and refused to toss any of her own peas. She didn’t even want to think about what Papa’s punishment would be if she embarrassed him during the first party he took her to, especially since it was a party in her honor. The hot bottom he’d given her before the party, and the lingering soreness from actually having him use her bottom for his pleasure the day before, were all the reminders she needed to be a good little girl.
Fortunately, no one seemed to mind her fascination with watching when anyone else was punished. Marianne wasn’t particularly interested, but there were several other littles who also watched the various scenes, either outright or in a shyer manner of peeking. It quickly became obvious to Amaya that the other littles all had their bottoms plugged too - at least, the ones who were punished did - whether male or female, and that they all wore clothing well suited to punishing them. They all also became aroused when they were being punished, and she was nearly as aroused watching them.
******
“She’s adorable,” Hugh, also known as Lord Gersham, said. He was Grant’s nearest neighbor and a good friend; his little girl, Marianne, had obviously latched on to Amaya immediately and Grant was feeling very thankful towards her. Amaya had been incredibly anxious as the time for the party neared, but now it was obvious she was having a good time, playing with Marianne and two of the other little girls, bouncing in the castle. Their frothy skirts were bouncing too, showing off quite a bit of thigh and occasional glimpses of bottoms and little, hairless mounds. “I can’t believe she’s only been yours a couple of weeks.”
“She adjusted extremely quickly,” Grant replied, smiling indulgently down at his little princess. “From her file, I get the idea that she wanted to be taken to one of the prison planets, and that she specifically wanted to be taken to this one. Although I think life here has had some surprises for her.”
Beside them, Maximillian Strafon, husband to Carolina, the representative for Hebe and the one responsible for setting Grant up with Amaya, snorted. “A few surprises are good for them,” he said. “She’s certainly adjusted faster than the rest of her shipmates. Although, granted, Carolina hasn’t had quite as much contact with the ones that were placed immediately, but those at the orphanage have been quite a handful.”
Which was why Carolina wasn’t there tonight. She and Maximillian ran the orphanage, which was were any littles who weren’t immediately placed into a household - which was usually about half to the majority of them. Not all mamas and papas were willing to take on a little, sight unseen, so Caroline and Maxmillian took the unclaimed littles, began their training, and set up meetings with the prospective Bigs. Unlike the orphanages that Grant had read about on Earth, however, there were no unwanted littles. Every single one would be placed in a household before the next batch from the prison ships; which wasn’t that difficult since the prison ships only came out twice a year - once for each gender.
“Amaya’s been a handful too, but in a different way,” Grant said. He smiled as the girls stopped bouncing the castle and fell into a small piling of giggling, poufy dresses. They really were adorable and Amaya seemed to be having a good time at the party. He’d noticed her anxiety beforehand, which was part of why he’d given her a reminder-spanking. He wondered if she realized it had taken the edge off of her tension, as well as serving as a reminder to be a good little girl. “Yesterday when I told her about the party, she pouted all day and then lied to me and told me she was sick to try and get out of it.”
Both Maximillian and Hugh raised their eyebrows in surprise.
“Well that’s a bit different,” Hugh said, sounding amused. “Did you ever find out why?”
Grant gave them a lopsided grin. “I may have gotten a bit distracted, punishing her for the lie.”
Chuckling, Maximillian nodded his head. “Can’t blame you there. Besides, she’s happy enough now and that’s what’s important. I can tell there’s a good foundation of trust between the two of you already.”
“I think so,” Grant said, rather proudly. Most littles took quite a bit more time to adjust to their new circumstances; parties like this usually weren’t held until after the first month, or sometimes more, that a little had been on Hebe. “She’s perfect too. Hates the spankings, hates having her ass played with, and yet creams herself over both.”
“Sadist,” Hugh said, obviously amused.
He’d picked his Marianne out from the orphanage, because of his particular tastes. While he’d wanted to be a Papa, he didn’t particularly enjoy causing pain, which meant that although he wanted a mischievous, playful little, he also needed one whom wouldn’t need much discipline. It had t
aken quite a few visits to the orphanage before Marianne had come in, and the two of them had bonded immediately. Now Marianne received most of her physical discipline from her Nanny - like when she’d been caught tossing peas down the table earlier in the evening.
“She sounds perfect for you,” Maximillian said, sounding a bit wistful. While he and Carolina enjoyed taking care of the new littles at the orphanage, they also wanted one of their own. Unfortunately, because of their duties, they would probably either need to give up their place at the orphanage or find a very special little that wouldn’t be disrupted or disturbed by having to share their Mama and Papa with the new arrivals.
Sudden shrieks at the edge of the play area interrupted their conversation and arrested the attention of the entire room.
Two of the littles, Carina and Penelope, who were well known for not getting along, had gotten into a fight over something. As usual. Grant just chuckled. It looked like his party was about to get some entertainment. The nannies had already intercepted their charges and were pulling them apart, as Carina’s frowning Papa and Penelope’s stern-faced Mama headed towards the fracas.
The rest of the littles scattered, either clinging to each other or running towards their own Mama or Papa. All of them, except Amaya, were used to Carina and Penelope’s squabbles and knew to stay far away. After all, the last time the two had gotten into it, Roger had been hit with a wayward, flying toy brick. Fortunately it had been made of cardboard, but it had still left a mark on his head. Both Carina and Penelope had earned public canings for that particular stunt.
Marianne came running up the Hugh, Amaya following behind her. His little princess was looking particularly pouty again.
“Papa, Papa, make them stop! They’re ruining everything,” Amaya cried out. She threw herself dramatically on to his lap, and Grant chuckled a little as he tugged her up into a good cuddling position.
“Their nannies already have them in hand,” Grant said. “And don’t worry, we’re all used to Penelope and Carina’s antics. This will be a good lesson for you to watch, so that you know what happens when little girls are naughty at parties.”
******
Sitting on her Papa’s lap, hands practically stuffed in her mouth, eyes as wide as they could go, Amaya was silently promising herself that she would never, ever, ever, ever misbehave at a party.
Once Penelope and Carina were separated, and somehow while that was happening, Papa’s staff had cleared off the end of a table, which Penelope and Carina were both bent over, side by side. Carina was a fiery redhead with extremely pale skin whereas Penelope’s coloring was closer to Amaya’s, with her dark hair and eyes and more olive tones. Both of them were similar body-types, petite and curvy, although Penelope was slightly taller. Not that anyone could tell once they were bent over the table.
Penelope’s blue skirt and Carina’s green skirts had both been pulled up, baring their bottoms for the entire room to see. They’d each had a little gem winking between their cheeks, plugs that had been removed and replaced with much larger versions. Amaya had gasped upon seeing the size of the monster plugs, and squirmed uncomfortably on Papa’s lap as she’d watched Carina’s Papa and Penelope’s Mama work the fat lengths into their bottoms. The two miscreants howled and begged the whole time, their legs kicking, but their nannies had them held firmly in place.
She felt out of breath by the time they were re-plugged, barely able to believe that such huge toys could even fit inside their little bodies.
Papa rumbled underneath her, chuckling, as his hands slid around her body, one of them sliding into place and firmly cupping her bottom through her skirts.
“I have some plugs that size too, little Princess, if you’re ever naughty enough to earn one.”
Too horrified to speak, Amaya shook her head back and forth frantically, her gaze trained on Carina and Penelope’s exposed backsides and pussies. Now their Bigs were standing beside them, rubbing their naughty bottoms and speaking very sternly to them. Propped up side by side like that, it was a very visually exciting tableau, but Amaya couldn’t help but imagine herself in such a position and it made her want to run and hide.
Seeing the occasional over-the-knee spanking during the party had been lewd enough; Amaya had never imagined the party would actually stop to witness a punishment! The entire room was focused on Carina and Penelope’s bared assets, watching their humiliation and discipline.
“Oh yes,” Papa continued, his hands starting to roam her body. “Big plugs for naughty little bottoms, to help naughty little girls remember to behave.” His hand slid up her skirt towards her pussy and her own plugged bottom and Amaya let out a little squeal, wriggling and trying to push her legs together.
A snap and a crack of flesh, followed by shrill shrieks, had Amaya refocusing her attention again. Penelope’s Mama had a long, thin cane in her hand and there was a matching, long, thin welt across Penelope’s backside. Carina had a matching welt, but hers was wider across and not as dark red; her Papa was holding a long strap in his hand. Amaya whimpered and then gasped as Papa took advantage of her distraction, sliding his fingers up between her thighs and right into her wet pussy.
“Papa, nooooo,” she whispered, trying to reach down and push his hand away, her thighs pressing together as if she could belatedly stop him.
With his other hand, Papa pinched her nipple harshly through her dress and Amaya shrieked. Although her little shriek was covered up by Penelope and Carina’s much louder ones as the cane and strap came down again.
“Little girls don’t get to say no to their Papa,” he said sternly, twisting her nipple slightly. “Hands behind you, Amaya.”
Whimpering a little as Papa turned her around on his lap, Amaya obediently put her hands behind her. Papa had her pressed up against him so that her arms were trapped between their bodies as she was facing the punishment of Carina and Penelope, and Papa could keep watching over her shoulder.
She wasn’t the only little being played with either, she saw. Lord Gersham had Marianne kneeling down before him, sucking on his cock while he watched the punishment; others were playing with their littles or, at least, making them watch and whispering in their ears. All eyes were on the disciplinary tableau in front of them.
Penelope’s Mama and Carina’s Papa were moving in unison, giving their littles the exact same amount of welts - ten.
Then they nodded to each other and switched places.
Amaya shuddered as the howls and pleas increased. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have a thick strap coming down on the stinging welts of cane marks, or the slender bite of the cane impacting against a bottom already completely roasted by a strap.
“Penelope and Carina are always fighting,” Papa murmured in Amaya’s ear, his fingers swirling in her pussy as he used his other hand to play with her breasts. “They warned Penelope and Carina that next time they would have to share their punishment. I think they’re hoping jealousy will help resolve what mere spankings hasn’t been able to achieve.”
Strangely, Amaya understood completely. She wouldn’t want her Papa spanking anyone else. Which was completely ridiculous, but true. She’d much rather be spanked by him than know someone else was over his knee or offering up their bottom for his discipline. The realization made her moan, because it was so embarrassing.
“Mmm, my good, little girl is getting very wet from watching, aren’t you sweetheart?” Papa asked, nibbling gently on the lobe of her ear, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of her pussy.
He was right, Amaya realized. It wasn’t just his touch or his dominance over her, she was aroused from watching Carina and Penelope being punished! She was mesmerized by the swing of the cane and the strap, her pussy spasming every time the blows landed; she was fascinated by Carina and Penelope’s screams and pleas, by the way their bottoms jiggled and wriggled, the sight of their juices coating their swollen pussy lips. It was savagely erotic, and she knew that she would feel three times more vulnerabl
e in the future when Papa or Nanny disciplined her because now she knew exactly what it looked like.
Biting her lip, Amaya struggled against her moans, despite the soft sounds of pleasure that were beginning to increase all around the room. She still felt too embarrassed to voice her own.
Her body tightened as the discipline finally stopped, and Carina and Penelope’s Mama and Papa both maintained their positions for the ‘apology.’ Her eyes widened as Penelope was put on her knees before Carina’s Papa and Penelope’s Mama climbed up onto the table, lifting her skirts and spreading her legs for Carina.
“What do you think, little one?” Papa whispered in her ear. “Do you think Carina and Penelope will be fighting again?”
“No,” Amaya whispered, horrified. She clung to her Papa, suddenly terrified at the idea of having to share him. Even the erotic sight of Carina’s papa and Penelope’s mama moaning and pleasuring themselves with Penelope and Carina’s mouths didn’t affect her sudden, jealously possessive fear.
Papa chuckled, his fingers working inside of her. “Don’t worry, Princess, it took months for them to get to this point. I’m fairly certain you would have learned your lesson a lot faster. They knew what would happen if they got into another fight.”
And now they looked properly miserable. Both little girls had their skirts tucked into their waistbands, showing off their splotchy, welted bottoms, and both littles were situated so that they could see the other pleasuring their Big. They both looked extremely sorry, jealous, and remorseful.
Moving Amaya around on his lap, Papa swiftly lowered her onto his cock. Amaya’s face flamed with embarrassment as she let out a sharp cry of surprise. The frothy skirts covered the sight of what he was doing, but everyone would still know - the movements were unmistakable as he began to lift her up and down on his cock. She was still facing away from him, watching as Penelope and Carina pleasured their respective Bigs, and the wetness of her pussy was nearly as embarrassing as the number of people around them.
