Amaya's Old-Fashioned Daddy

by Dark Angel

  “Alright, Princess, now back over the chair. It’s been fifteen minutes and we have a punishment to finish.”

  Her eyes widened as crocodile tears filled them and she pouted out her lower lip. “Papa, are you really going to punish me?! I could change my mind and leave.”

  “You could,” he said and raised his eyebrow at her, crossing his arms over his chest. He waited for a moment, proving his point that she wasn’t truly interested in leaving. As usual, she was testing her limits. Seeing if anything had changed. Yet, if he did let her go without the rest of her punishment, he knew that deep down she would also be disappointed. “Over the chair Amaya, and spread your legs with your toes pointed inwards.”

  With a resentful sigh, still pouting, Amaya got into position, pulling the skirt of her night dress up over her bottom.

  Her dark pink cheeks made a darling heart-shape, one that he was going to turn a nice, bright red. Even the base of the plug she was wearing today was red, a pretty jewel stuffed between her cheeks. Between her legs, her pussy was puffy and glossy with arousal, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked down at the large wet spot she’d left on the front of his pants. The little pearl of her clitoris was peeking out from her folds, begging for attention and completion.

  Grant went over to the desk and pulled out the wooden hairbrush he kept there. It was flat, broad, and had stiff boar bristles on the brush side. Good for spanking, brushing hair, or rubbing over a naughty, little girl’s blistered bottom.

  “Are you ready for the second part of your punishment, Amaya?” he asked, coming over to stand beside her. He rubbed her closest cheek with the stiff bristles, making her squirm as they scraped over her sensitive skin.

  “Yes, Papa.”

  “Why are you getting a spanking with the hairbrush, Amaya?”

  She sniffled a little, but her voice sounded more playful than remorseful. Grant had a feeling the little brat still thought he was going to go easy on her. “Because I threw Teddy.”

  SMACK!

  Amaya howled, jerking in shock as Grant cracked the flat back of the brush against her pink flesh, leaving a large, rectangular dark mark on her cheek.

  “Ow! Papa! That hurts!”

  “Good, then you’ll remember not to throw your toys again.”

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  Grant blistered her bottom, spanking her hard and fast with the brush as she jumped and jiggled. Her cries were full of tears and remorse as she swiftly sank back into submission, the hard spanking thrusting her back into the proper mindset.

  “Papa, pleaaaaaaase, no more! OW! Pleaaaaaase! I learned my lesson!”

  Ignoring her begging, Grant doled out all twenty strokes with the hairbrush. Her skin was mottled and nearly purple in some spots when he finished and she was sobbing into the chair cushion. Breathing hard, he reached between her legs and stifled a groan as his fingers were immediately coated in her cream.

  She whimpered as he thrust his fingers into her, her body quivering around him, and she whimpered again when he removed them.

  “Good girl. Now stand up and go to your corner, Amaya,” he said firmly. His balls felt like they were about to explode and his cock was like a steel rod. He’d wanted to sink into her since she’d declared her love, but…

  Her needs first. And Amaya needed to know that nothing was going to change in their household. That she would be treated the same as ever. Harshly, lovingly, and with a firm hand.

  “Skirt up,” he reminded her as she moved to obey him.

  Not that the glowing cheeks of her bottom were hidden by the thin material of her nightdress, but he still enjoyed the unobstructed view. And it felt more like a punishment to her if she had to show off her chastened nates. Watching her, Grant lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices from them. The sweet, musky taste of her pussy filled his mouth and he had to stifle another groan as he readjusted his cock in his pants.

  Time to get as much work done as he could, because he knew that was he was done with her punishment, he wasn’t going to want to be separated from her for the rest of the night.

  ******

  The cane snapped across her already flaming backside and Amaya screamed. It hurt like nothing she’d ever felt before; a long track of fiery pain across already roasted skin.

  She almost jumped up and told Papa that she’d changed her mind, that she wanted to go…

  But then he placed his hand on her lower back, rubbing her soothingly and encouragingly. Murmuring to her what a good girl she was to take her punishment so well.

  “Five more, Princess. You can take it.”

  The belief in his voice made her realize it was true. She could take it. She might not want to, but then he hadn’t wanted to be hit by Teddy. That had been her miscalculation. While she might have been subconsciously aiming to get into trouble, she’d accidentally bitten off more than she could chew.

  Papa’s hand left her back and Amaya would have braced herself, but the position he made her present herself in, with her toes pointed inwards, didn’t allow her to clench against the blow the way she wanted to. Which was probably a good thing, since that would actually hurt more, but it was still instinctive to want to.

  SNAP!

  Amaya screamed again. A second line of fire lay an inch underneath the first one. A second line of agony that burned far brighter than the rest of her tormented flesh around it.

  SNAP!

  This time her scream came out more like a gurgle. Not because it hurt less, it didn’t, but it was more like she was becoming accustomed to it.

  SNAP!

  The swish of the cane and the crack against her skin made her jerk. Each one was landing a little lower on her bottom than the one before.

  SNAP!

  Her fingers scrabbled against the leather chair as she sobbed. One more. Just one more.

  “Good girl,” Papa murmured, his soft words licking across her like a soothing wind.

  SNAP!

  The last one was the worst - right across her sit-spot and her pussy. Amaya’s shriek felt like it was ripped from her throat, followed by a full-bodied sob. She slumped over the arm of the chair. The agony was radiating out from her bottom, the way a fire radiated heat. She’d changed her mind. She must have been crazy to think about staying here. Tomorrow she was leaving with Maricus. Maybe tonight -

  A soft tongue slid between her bruised pussy lips and Amaya moaned. It felt unnaturally good against the agonizing, throbbing pain.

  “Papa, nooooooo,” she moaned, squirming as he began to lap at her pussy.

  Suddenly her focus was there, instead of her bottom, and Amaya realized how wet she was. How slick. How empty and needy.

  It was wrong, so wrong, but she was practically on the edge of orgasm already. His tongue skillfully teased her flesh, lapping at her juices, and Amaya found herself gasping into the chair cushion for an entirely new reason. Reaching beneath her upper body, she grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, making her pussy spasm. The heat in her bottom felt like it was spreading over her whole body, but in a good way now. An erotic way.

  Fingers spread her pussy lips, opening her inner flesh to him. Leaving her vulnerable. Helpless. Caught between the chair and his mouth. His tongue pressed inside of her and made her gasp.

  When his hands slid up to her cheeks and squeezed, she cried out, unsure of whether it felt so good that it hurt or if it just really hurt. Either way, her body responded with another gush of fluid, readying her pussy for his cock.

  She slumped, resigned, as he pulled the plug from her anus, realizing that she’d been naughty enough he was going to punish her bottom inside and out - and then squealed in indignation as his tongue replaced the plug.

  “PAPA! NO!” She tried to get away, but she couldn’t go forward; she could only move back against him, and his strong hands pinned her in place, spreading her cheeks and opening her little flower to him.

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nbsp; He tongued her asshole the same way he did her pussy, igniting nerve endings that she hadn’t known existed. It felt wrong… so wrong, and dirty, and perverted… even more so than when he’d put his cock inside her there… and yet she found herself panting. Moving her hips against the chair. Trying to rub her clitoris against the leather, because she could feel her pleasure rising. Her bottom throbbed against his hands, his touch igniting sparks of agony when he pressed against the welts the cane had left, even as his tongue made her shudder with pleasure.

  When he finally moved away, Amaya moaned. Partly in disappointment because she’d been so close to orgasming, partly in anxiety because she knew what was coming next.

  ******

  Amaya’s ass was a thing of beauty; hot to the touch, decorated with sharp red welts from the cane, and glowing from her spankings. Between her cheeks, her crinkled hole glimmered, wet with his saliva. Her pouting pussy was just as shiny, slick with her juices, begging for attention. They’d become particularly swollen after the stroke with the cane, the dark red line standing out sharply on her outer lips.

  Lining up his cock, Grant plunged into the wet haven, and Amaya screamed as she braced herself against the chair. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and Amaya let out a high moan of pleasure, obviously surprised at his destination. He let out a long breath, enjoying the feel of her pussy clenching his cock, the wet heat bathing his whole length. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust back in hard and fast, her shriek of enjoyment going straight to his balls.

  When he pulled back this time, he pulled all the way out and lined his glistening cock up with her anus. He was going to use her own juices as lubrication, enhancing her humiliation at being so aroused by her punishment.

  “Papa nooooooooo,” she pleaded, moaning, as he began to push into her tight backside.

  He and Quinn deliberately kept her plugs at a certain size, making it possible for him to breach Amaya’s rear entrance without harming her while still ensuring it would be a struggle for her to take him, every time. The grip of her sphincter tried to crush him as he pushed inside of her, her juices easing the way past the squeezing muscle. Amaya moaned and panted, squirming beneath him as he began to rock back and forth, forcing himself deeper with every thrust.

  “Good girls get cocks in their pussies,” he said, rubbing his hand over her blistered bottom. “Bad girls get cocks in their bottoms, isn’t that right, Amaya?”

  She cried out as he thrust, burying himself in her tight, little, ass; the heat of her narrow passage was matched by the heat of her bottom against his groin. Grant rubbed himself against her, just to feel her tight ass spasm as she let out a little cry of pain as he abraded her sensitive skin.

  “Yes, Papa,” she said, sniffling, a little sob hitching her voice. And yet he could feel her pussy coating his balls with her cream.

  Planting his hands on her hips, he pressed her firmly against the chair as he began to fuck her. Her upper half wriggled, her hands scrabbling on the chair as she panted and gasped at the intense sensations from having his cock splitting open her ass. The cheeks of her bottom jiggled with every thrust home, his body slapping against hers, like an extra spanking. He could hear the wet slap of his balls against her pussy as he watched her reddened and welted cheeks ripple. Her tiny hole was white rimmed, stretched to its limit around the girth of his cock, a tiny speck of lightness against the red canvas of her bottom.

  Her legs kicked slightly, but with her hips pinned down there was nowhere for her to go, and nothing she could do. Which he knew was exciting her. Her muscles were clenching rhythmically around him, the same way her pussy did preceding an orgasm. If she managed to cum while he fucked her ass, he knew she would be embarrassed once the pleasure was over, and that only added to her punishment. If she didn’t manage… well Grant already knew that once her punishment was done he would be taking her back to his bed and pleasuring her until they both passed out.

  Just thinking about that had him fucking her harder, faster, her pained gasps and erotic mewls filling his ears. When she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy, her asshole gripping him like a vise, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His voice rose with hers, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock pulsing inside her clenching hole, flooding her ass with his cum as her muscles involuntarily milked his length.

  Spent, he let himself drape over her, his cock slowly softening inside of her ass as they caught their breaths. With his front pressed against her back, he could feel her little, erotic whimpers as she shivered and clenched beneath him, her body slowly coming down from its orgasmic high.

  He ran his hands over her arms, through her hair, over one cheek that was turned towards him as the other pressed against the chair cushion. All he wanted to do was touch her, almost as if to reassure himself that she was still there.

  Still his.

  After long moments, when his cock had completely softened, he finally pulled himself from her body. She lay, limp and satiated, over the arm of the chair. Her crinkled entrance was now as red as the rest of her heart-shaped bottom, gaping slightly, with one strand of pearly fluid sliding out to trickle down the side of her pussy lip to her leg.

  Gathering her up in his arms, Grant whispered affectionately to her as he carried her up to his room. After cleaning them both up, he cuffed her wrists and ankles to his bed and spent the next hour clamping her nipples, and tormenting her pussy with his mouth and fingers until she begged for release. Then he drove into her, making her cry out as her sore bottom was pressed into the bed, until she was practically senseless from pleasure and he filled her pussy with a second load of his cum.

  When he uncuffed her, he curled his body around hers - much the same way she did with her teddy bear - and held her closely all through the night.

  Epilogue

  It took less than a month for Amaya to become a full citizen of Hebe. Her brother left the day after he arrived, rather disgruntled at his failure. From some of his statements, Amaya realized that he was more worried at their parents’ reaction to his failure than he was about her or her happiness. Which made her decision all the easier, even though she had a second thought or two when she sat on a particularly sore part of her bottom.

  Her brother’s arrival and departure did absolutely nothing to affect her routine. Amaya earned a spanking the next morning when she tried to resist her daily enema, and Nanny Quinn made it clear that if she was going to stay then she was going to have to accept things the way they were. It was only a small spanking, because it was barely token resistance, which was a relief for Amaya’s already extremely sore bottom.

  Her lessons had slowly moved from learning about Hebe to learning proper deportment and manners for Victoria. She also was receiving lessons in pleasuring her Papa, using both dildos and Papa’s actual cock. Licking, sucking and swallowing for those times that Papa wanted her to have control with her mouth; and practicing squeezing and pulsing her pussy and anus for her Papa’s pleasure. And she was always rewarded for doing a good job.

  She did receive a rather harsh punishment the day she walked in to find Nanny Quinn on her back, a maid with a bright red bottom between her legs pleasuring her. She threw a proper little possessive fit, which earned her a birching and Papa’s cock in her bottom.

  When Amaya was given the paperwork to sign, making her an emigrated citizen of Hebe, she glanced over it and realized it was exactly the same as what she’d signed on the prison ship. No changes had been made to the contract, which gave her Papa and Nanny complete control over her personage. It was the same contract she’d signed without thoroughly reading, and which had led to her original resentments at the harsh punishments and her horrified realization of all the terrible things Papa and Nanny Quinn could rightfully do to her.

  Licking her lips, Amaya grabbed the pen and quickly signed it, pretending she hadn’t read it at all.

  An hour later, as Papa snapped a leather strap hard down on her upturned bottom, lecturing her for signing yet another
document without thoroughly reading it, and promising her that he was going to ream her tight little bottom once he was done turning it red, she hid her smile as the tears ran down her face.

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