by Dark Angel
She was slightly mollified by realizing that no one was paying her and Papa any attention. They were too busy enjoying themselves.
Whimpering as quietly as she could, she thrust her bottom back against Papa, her anus squeezing the plug inside of her as their position allowed his body to press against its base with every thrust. She felt hot and full, and incredibly naughty - and thankful that Papa hadn’t lifted up her skirts so that everyone could actually see what they were doing.
Everywhere she looked, littles were pleasuring their Bigs, most of them set in a position where they could watch the lesson that Penelope and Carina were learning. Amaya moaned a little more loudly when she glanced to her left and saw Marianne set between Lord Graham and Lord Stafron. The former had mounted her from behind, the latter had his hands in her curls as he thrust into her mouth. She quivered with the perverse decadence of it all.
“Marianne likes to be shared,” Papa whispered in Amaya’s ear, pinching her nipples, when he saw where she was looking. “So Lord Stafron shares her with Mamas and Papas that don’t have littles yet… he’s not the only one who does that. Would you like to be like Marianne, Princess?”
******
Grant had to admit to some relief when Amaya shook her head.
He was certain that he had a little voyeur on his hands - rather, on his cock at the moment - but he didn’t think she was the sharing type. Certainly she wouldn’t want to share him, he’d realized with satisfaction when he’d seen her horror at Sydney and Violet’s rather elegant solution to dealing with their recalcitrant littles. It was unlikely Penelope or Carina would allow their bickering to get so out of hand again. Neither of them liked sharing or being shared either, but they’d been duly warned of the consequences for fighting. The warning had encouraged good behavior for the last few parties, but obviously it hadn’t been enough. Hopefully actually experiencing the switch would set the lesson more completely.
“That’s good, Princess,” he crooned, pinching her nipples more tightly. As much as he would like to bare her breasts for this, he didn’t think she was quite ready for that yet. Perhaps next time. “Because I don’t want to share you… you’re all mine, aren’t you little girl?”
When she didn’t answer, he twisted her nipples viciously, feeling her pussy clench around his cock.
“Yes, Papa!” She cried out, squealing a little. Her body shuddered on top of him.
Groaning, Grant thrust harder, faster, rocking her body on top of him and enjoying the way she tried to hold off on her orgasm. His little prudish princess. The effort only made her ecstasy more intense when she finally fell over the edge, causing her to shake violently as she stifled her rapturous screams. Grant was rough with her breasts the entire time, knowing the fabric of her dress would chafe her sensitive nipples for the rest of the party, keeping her aroused and slightly embarrassed, reminding her that she was freshly fucked in a room of people.
Their society might be modeled after the Victorians, but when it came to punishment and sex they were much more public about it. Amaya would adjust, eventually. Until then, he’d enjoy her blushes and her innocence.
He felt her squeeze his cock, her pussy convulsing as she came. It was the quietest orgasm she’d ever had, but Grant didn’t mind. He bounced her on top of him, several short, sharp jabs into her soft wetness, and then let out a loud groan as he exploded inside of her. Her grasping pussy milked every last drop of cum from his cock.
As everyone slowly came to the same point of pleasure, the party began to get underway. Littles were cuddled and then released. Penelope and Carina were sent to stand in the same corner, hot, red bottoms on display for everyone to see. They’d remain there for half an hour, listening to everyone else having fun, their own little pussies untended and needy, and knowing that their enemy had given their Mama and Papa pleasure. Indeed, Geraldine and Vincent were loudly comparing their littles, trading tips on teaching them how to service the other better, if such a situation were to arise again. Grant doubted the girls would be fighting again for a long, long time.
His little Amaya’s face went crimson every time she looked at him, the color rivaling that of either Penelope or Carina’s bottoms. Grant just laughed whenever he caught her sneaking a peak at him. His cum was dripping down her leg, her nipples were still hard little points as the fabric of her dress chafed against them, and she was still acting like a little prude.
Utterly delightful.
A hand clapped him on the shoulder and he glanced over at Hugh, who grinned at him. “You are one happy looking Papa, my friend.”
“Yes, yes I am,” Grant murmured, his smiling curving his lips as he looked back over at his little Princess. She was squirming slightly as she sat, playing dolls with Marianne. As if feeling his gaze on her, Amaya glanced over her shoulder at him, blushed and immediately turned her focus back to the dolls.
Hugh and Grant both chuckled and admired their little darlings, getting along so well.
Chapter 10
After the party, everything went back to the normal daily routine, which Amaya found reassuring. She didn’t even mind her morning enema. Not that she’d miss it if Nanny Quinn skipped it one day… at least, that’s what she told herself. But she liked her routine.
The party had been fun though, for the most party. Certainly a more enjoyable time than she’d expected. She almost felt bad now, for becoming so disagreeable after Papa had told her about it. She certainly regretted pretending to be sick. Next time Papa wanted to do something, even if she didn’t want to do it, she’d at least try it before trying to get out of it. Just in case it wasn’t as horrible as she thought it was going to be.
Amaya considered that to be prudent.
Nanny was pleased Amaya applied herself to her lessons again, and Amaya was pleased to be rewarded rather than punished. Not that her spankings went away completely. Papa and Nanny still did their best to distract her during her daily quiz, and Amaya couldn’t always stay out of mischief. Especially when playtime was over and she didn’t quite feel ready to finish playing. Or reading. Or drawing. Or whatever she was doing at the time.
Not that she had to throw a fit but… Amaya didn’t like to think too hard about why she would pout and grump and huff, even though she knew it would lead to a spanking. Sometimes two - one on the spot from Nanny and another once Papa heard how she’d misbehaved.
The next weekend Marianne and Lord Gersham came to dinner, and Amaya and Marianne played in the garden, happy to enjoy each other’s company and get a little privacy to compare notes. Marianne had been with Lord Gersham for two years now; in her old life she’d embezzled money from the company she’d worked at. She told Amaya that it had taken her almost a year to fully accept Lord Gersham as her Papa - she’d been ashamed that she actually liked being treated as a child. Even though Hebe had been her first choice, accepting the reality of it had been difficult.
She fell over laughing when Amaya told her that she’d purposefully schemed to come to Hebe.
“Bet your bottom regretted your decision your first day here,” Marianne teased, rolling around on the grass. Their nannies were sitting together on a bench under a nearby tree, watching the girls play but allowing them to have a private conversation.
“You have no idea,” Amaya said, scowling a little bit. “I definitely didn’t do enough research about what day to day life was actually like here. I wanted to look around when I got here and didn’t listen to Nanny Quinn, so she spanked me as soon as we got to the carriage.”
Marianne laughed. “Oh my goodness… at least I knew what to expect! Even if I kept telling myself that I didn’t like it - that I shouldn’t like it. I got my first spanking when Nanny Sara tried to play dolls with me. She was trying to help me into the mindset, but I just wanted to run and hide.”
“So what did you do?” Amaya asked, curious.
“Threw the doll across the room,” Marianne said a bit sheepishly. She was lying on her stomach and her hand reached back to ru
b her bottom, as if she was remembering the sting.
Covering her mouth with her hands, Amaya chortled, a horrified kind of giggle as her eyes went wide. She could only imagine the kind of spanking throwing a toy might induce.
“Yeah,” Marianne said, her smile rueful. “I got through the new clothes, saying Papa, the enema, and then for some reason I just couldn’t stand having to play with a doll. Go figure.”
“I like the dolls,” Amaya said dreamily, rolling onto her back and looking up at the blue sky, which was dotted with clouds. “I can’t remember ever having a day like this before, where I could just go out and play, and stare at the sky.”
“I do, but it was a long time ago,” Marianne said. She pointed up at the sky. “Ooo, look, that one looks like a spaceship!”
******
Grant was pleased with how well Amaya and Marianne’s play date was going. Not that he thought there would be any trouble after Penelope and Carina’s demonstration last week. When he’d told Amaya that Lord Gersham and Marianne were coming for a visit, she’d narrowed her eyes at him and asked if Lord Gersham would be allowed to punish her under any circumstances, and vice versa. He’d had to hold back a laugh as he told her no, and that, like Penelope and Carina, she would be warned about any kind of punishment involving other people beforehand.
Amaya had given him a firm little nod and immediately returned to being all smiles and sunshine.
Not that she was well-behaved all the time, but he enjoyed her little bouts of rebellion and he knew she did too. Amaya was the kind of little who needed to toe the line frequently, just to make sure that he and Quinn were paying attention. The immediate spankings she received when she was naughty actually reassured her, he’d realized. And aroused her. Although he rarely allowed her pleasure right after a spanking, their regular nighttime activities were particularly enjoyable on days when she’d been a little naughty.
“We’ll have to do this more often,” he said to Hugh. They were standing by one the windows overlooking the gardens where the girls were playing. One dark, one light, pointing at clouds in the sky and giggling. Their short dresses showed off quite a bit of leg, and whenever they rolled, a bit more thigh would flash for a moment. It was enjoyably titillating. “I’m glad they’re getting along so well.”
“Marianne’s barely talked about anything else all week,” Hugh said with an indulgent smile. “And she’s been very well behaved because of it.”
Which Hugh would appreciate. A little like Amaya would drive him batty.
The two men eventually joined the giggling girls, taking them for a walk and eventually back up to the house for dinner. It was an enjoyable meal, which seemed over far too quickly, and then it was time for their guests to leave. At which point, Amaya began to pout.
“Can’t Marianne stay longer?” she asked, wheedling, her hands holding onto one of Grant’s, which she swung back and forth. “Pleaaaaaaaase?”
“No, Amaya, it’s time for little girls to start getting ready for bed,” Grant said, reaching out to ruffle her hair.
Amaya dodged away, a little scowl creasing her face. The expression was one Grant immediately recognized as trouble. Whenever Amaya was about to dig in her heels, she would get exactly that look on her face - and then often also get a spanking. As always, a low level of excitement fizzed through him as he waited to see what she would do - and how hard of a spanking she would earn.
“I don’t want to get ready for bed, I want to play with Marianne.”
“I’ll come back soon,” Marianne interjected, obviously concerned for her friend. Grant wondered if she realized that Amaya courted being punished, unlike Marianne’s much more congenial temperament. “Maybe next weekend?” She looked up at her Papa, who smiled down at her and nodded, amused.
“Lord Stine and I will talk about it,” Hugh said. Giving Grant a nod, he led Marianne out the door, her nanny trailing behind them.
Grant turned to Amaya, who was still pouting, one foot kicking at the the floor she was standing on. Behind her, Nanny Quinn raised her eyebrows, silently asking if Grant wanted her to intervene. But Grant was happy to give Amaya the punishment she was obviously gearing up for, so he gave Quinn a small shake of his head.
“Time to get ready for bed, Amaya,” he said, holding out his hand.
For a moment he thought she wouldn’t take it, but then she reluctantly put her hand in his and allowed him to lead her to her bedroom for her evening abulations. Once they were there, she hemmed and hawed, dragging her feet and earning herself a few sharp smacks on the rump for doing so. Which only made her pout even more as she clung to her teddy bear.
He was rather enjoying her attempts at being naughty, and especially enjoying her little squeals every time he smacked his hand down on her bottom to correct her, right up until it was time for her to actually get into her bed. In a few hours, once he had finished everything that needed to be done that evening, he’d come back and collect his little princess and take her to his bed. Maybe give her a spanking for being so bad-tempered before pleasuring them both.
At least, that was his plan until he gestured for Amaya to get into bed and, instead of obeying, she shook her head at him.
“Amaya, it’s time for bed. Now.” He deepened his voice, using his warning tone so that she knew she was about to be in serious trouble. She already was, actually; she’d just earned herself several more hard swats once she got into bed. Grant wasn’t going to chase after her however.
“Don’t wanna.” The way her lower lip pouted out shouldn’t be so adorable, but Grant still found it so. The thin nightdress she was wearing was practically transparent, so the hard little points of her nipples as she defied him were very obvious. These interactions were usually enjoyable for him as she went deeper into her role, but he really did want to hurry and finish his work for the evening so that he could get back to her and… have a different kind of fun.
“Now, Amaya, or we’ll be going to my study instead.”
“I’m not tired!”
Dropping the sheet that he’d been pulling back for her to crawl under, Grant grimly started towards her. Apparently he wasn’t going to get to his work yet.
Squeaking in alarm, Amaya backed up, her eyes going big… and then she threw her teddy bear at him. Stunned, Grant halted and stared at her. Teddy was soft, of course, and did nothing more harmful than bounce off of his chest, but still… he couldn’t let her get away with something like that. Her hands came up to cover her mouth as she stared at him with a mix of horror and anticipation, obviously realizing she’d pushed him farther than ever before.
Swooping down, Grant lifted her over his shoulder, her bottom high in the air, easily reachable and barely protected by her thin nightdress. He gave it a hefty smack as he turned for the door.
“I’m sorry, Papa, I’m sorry!” Amaya screeched as he carried her down the hall. “I didn’t mean to hit you!”
A tiny smile tugged unwillingly at the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, she couldn’t see his expression. He believed that she hadn’t meant to hit him, but obviously she’d meant to throw a bit of a tantrum and her teddy bear.
“You might not have meant to but you did,” he said, giving her upturned bottom an effect is unintended, but unintentional or not, there are still consequences.” He pushed open the door to his study and Amaya let out a little wail.
******
SMACK!
“Eighteen.”
SMACK!
“Nineteen.”
SMACK!
“Twenty.”
Amaya howled as the last swat landed, finally able to catch her breath and let out the shriek of anguish.
Her bottom felt like it was on fire. Papa hadn’t held back at all as he’d spanked her, and she knew this was only the beginning, which somehow made the pain feel even worse.
“No more, no more, please, Papa,” she begged, weeping into the chair cushion her face was pressed against.
Papa rubbed her skin roughly
, making her squirm with discomfort rather than soothing. Between her legs, her pussy pulsed, and if she hadn’t been bent over the way she was she would have pressed her thighs together.
“Go stand in the corner, Amaya, nose to the wall. I want you to think about your behavior this evening. You’re going to stand there for fifteen minutes thinking about how you could have been a more gracious hostess to Lord Grisham and Marianne. You’re going to think about how your attitude earned you that spanking.” His voice was stern and firm, making her want to wilt.
“But… but…” She almost didn’t want to ask - because what if he thought that meant she wanted the rest of her promised punishment? - but she had to know. Because Papa wasn’t the kind of man to go easy on her just because she’d been begging by the end of her spanking.
“After that, you’ll come back for the hairbrush, and then you’ll do more corner time, and then we’ll finish up with the cane.”
Amaya moaned in distress. She didn’t think her bottom could take much more! This was the hardest he’d ever spanked her with his hand, and her skin already felt like it was on fire.
When he’d first bent her over the chair arm he’d explained that she was going to receive a count of twenty with his hand for her pouting, general difficulty, and disobedience; followed by twenty with the hairbrush for throwing Teddy; and then he was going to finish her off with six strokes of the cane for throwing something which hit him. Now, knowing that she was going to have to stand in the corner, thinking and anticipating what was to come, only increased her arousal and dread.
Helping her stand, Papa harshly tweaked her nipples with little pinches before giving her bottom another slap as he propelled her to the corner. Amaya sniffled and shifted back and forth on her feet, her hands clenching at her sides as she pushed away the desire to rub her flaming cheeks.
