by Lucy Wild
When he stopped, she didn’t know what was happening at first. Having left her body some time ago, she was barely aware that he was stroking her behind, softly brushing his fingers over where he had so recently been so damaging. His fingers moved lower, gliding between her legs as he leant over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t move.”
She remained still, listening intently to the sound of him standing up. She heard the rustle of fabric and then a movement she recognised, a rhythmic thudding of his hand, his breathing becoming laboured. She knew exactly what he was doing but she had no idea why he was doing it. He was touching himself whilst staring at her reddened behind. He was staring at the body he had control over, the woman…no, the little he had control over, he had marked her as his own and he was showing his power by keeping her in place.
She realised her heart was racing and her own breathing was becoming ragged as his movements sounded faster. Was he about to…? Surely he wasn’t going to…?
She heard a slight grunt and then felt a hot wetness land directly on her bottom, trickling down her buttocks as he moved around the table, his cock already back inside his trousers. “Do not move,” he said again, pushing open a door and vanishing. He returned a moment later carrying a plate, a sandwich with salad spilling over the edge. He sat down opposite her and began to eat, chewing slowly whilst staring at her without blinking.
The table dug into Abbey’s hips, the coldness of the wood making her nipples tingle as he stared at her. She wanted to move her legs but she didn’t dare, having no idea how he’d react, not wanting to let him down. She could feel his cum on her skin, proof that she belonged to him, at least for now. She could turn and run. She’d be out the door before he could stop her. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not only because she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life but far more importantly, he’d told her not to.
Chapter Nine
Abbey shivered in place as she waited for him to return. Papa had been gone for over an hour, leaving her draped over the table in position for him. She didn’t dare move away from her place, the ever present ache in her posterior reminding her of the consequences of disobeying him. Not only that, she was worried she would disappoint him. In such a short time, she had become his little. If he wanted her to remain bent over the dining room table, it was for her own good, even if she didn’t understand why. It was not her place to understand why, it was his. He was her Papa and he knew what was best for her.
“You may stand.” His voice was enough to make her smile unconsciously and she eased herself upright, her back twinging from such a prolonged time in one position. As she shuffled on the spot, bringing life back to her legs, he lifted a dress up and onto her head, lowering it over her shoulders until it fell into place.
Abbey looked down at herself. It was a short frock, a dark pink with white lace around her neck, the hem of it frilly and light. “What do you think?” he asked as she ran her hands down the front of the dress.
“I think it’s perfect,” she grinned, throwing her arms round him, so grateful that she wasn’t naked anymore, “Thank you, Papa.”
“You’re welcome, little Abbey. Now we’ll just get a nappy on you and then we’ll go for a short stroll, get some fresh air before bed.”
“A stroll? You mean, go outside?”
“It would be hard to get fresh air in the house. Is there some problem?”
His face darkened momentarily, long enough for Abbey to wonder if she’d angered him. “It’s just, do I have to go out with a nappy on?”
“You are a little. It will stop you having any accidents.”
“I am hardly likely to have an accident.”
“You almost did this morning.”
“That was different.”
“Was it?” His eyebrows raised, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a nappy. “Come through to the nursery and let’s get this on you.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, I don’t want to.”
“Are you refusing to do what you’re told?”
“I can’t wear a nappy in public, not in a dress like this. People will see it.”
A smile flickered across his face as he put the nappy away again. “So you don’t want to wear a nappy in public? Is that right?”
She nodded. “Please don’t make me.”
“Oh, I won’t make you, I’m not an ogre. Come on then, off we go.”
“Wait, what?”
“You don’t want to wear a nappy. I won’t make you wear one. But you better not have an accident while we are out. I am trusting you, little Abbey.”
“But…”
“But you haven’t any knickers, have you? Tough. You have asked to go without nappy, I have agreed. Now we are going to get some fresh air.”
“But…” She was cut off as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door. She fought him at first, but with one furious glance back at her, she realised it would be pointless to try to stop him. He unlocked the front door and then nodded down at a pair of black Mary Jane shoes on the mat. Abbey slipped them on, surprised to find they fitted perfectly. “Will they not get muddy?” she asked and he answered by hoisting her over his shoulder, carrying her out into the field.
Abbey yelped, reaching down to try and hold her dress in place, only too aware that her bottom was exposed as they walked out to the lane. She blushed furiously as he set her down on her feet before shoving a dummy into her mouth. She went to take it out but he muttered, “Don’t you dare,” and her hand fell away.
Together they walked along the country lane towards the village. Abbey silently wished they would turn back, not wanting any of the locals to see her like this. She could run to her house of course but she doubted any door would be strong enough to hold him back, he would only force his way in and take her back and her last spanking was still fresh in her mind.
As they walked, she kept her hand against the side of her dress, doing her best to stop the wind from blowing it upwards to expose her indecent lack of underwear. They were just about to enter the village when he stopped. “Do not do anything to embarrass me or yourself,” he said, looking down at her as she cowered before him. “Be a good little girl and I will reward you, understood?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Come on then.”
On they walked, entering the village and making their way slowly through. Abbey sucked on her dummy, drawing comfort from it as she did from his hand gripping hers, the only things stopping her from collapsing in fear and shame. Though there was no one outside, she could feel eyes on her from every angle. Were people watching through their windows? She could see no one but she was as sure as could be that they were there, observing her closely.
They reached the other end of the village and as they did so, a car drove past, the occupant doing a double take as he saw Abbey sucking on her dummy. As the car rushed past, it brought with it a gust of wind that swept her dress upwards, exposing her bottom to the vanishing vehicle. Abbey grabbed hold of it, tugging it down and wishing she’d agreed to the nappy. Anything was better than this.
They turned back and as they did so, an old woman came out of her house, walking down the path to the wall which divided her garden from the pavement. “Good evening,” Papa said, leaning against the wall and motioning for Abbey to do the same.
“Good evening,” she replied. “I see you’ve brought your little one out for some air.”
“I have indeed.”
“Little brat needs locking up if you ask me.”
“Oh come now, we were all young once.”
“Stealing a bike? It’s enough to make your blood run cold.”
From where she was stood, Abbey could only make out the woman’s head and shoulders, the rest of her body out of sight behind the wall. She wondered if she was equally hidden, though the dummy was impossible to hide. She thought about ducking out of sight but as Papa replied to the woman, his hand went to
the back of her dress, sliding down to the hem.
“It’s a fine enough evening,” he said, the tips of his fingers beginning to glide over her bottom. Abbey did her best to keep her expression neutral, wanting to scream that he was touching her, Papa was actually touching her gently. His fingers played their way between her buttocks, moving down until he was cupping her behind, squeezing it roughly whilst the woman continued on her rant. “I don’t know how they think they can get away with it. The country’s gone down the pan if you ask me. A few more nurseries like yours and things would soon sort themselves out. A window was put through in Riversby last week. Did you hear?”
Papa nodded politely as his hand slid between her legs, finding her pussy which was already wet with anticipation. Something about being in public and yet also being hidden was so exciting, it was all she could do to keep quiet, sucking on her dummy the only way to stop her making any noise at all. She sucked all the more frantically when his index finger pushed slowly up inside her, filling and stretching her with his sheer bulk as he continued the conversation.
“How’s she coming along, anyway? Reddened her behind yet? Little brat deserves it well enough.”
“You know I don’t discuss what happens in the nursery,” he said, his finger starting to slide back and forth inside her, almost lifting her into the air with each movement.
“I know, I know. I just hope you give her what she deserves is all I’m saying.”
“You need not trouble yourself on that score,” he said, sliding his finger from her and stepping away from the wall. “She will get everything she deserves and more. Now we must be heading back, it’s starting to get dark.”
“Of course. Don’t let me keep you but if you want my opinion, you’ll keep a very close eye on that one.”
“I will indeed,” he replied, taking Abbey by the hand. She could feel her own wetness on his finger as he pulled her away. The tops of her thighs were damp, a constant reminder of what he’d just done, alongside the tingle of desire that throbbed within her as they walked slowly back to the house.
“Why did you do that?” she asked through her dummy.
“Because you were good and didn’t run away. You behave, you get rewarded. Now let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”
He hoisted her over his shoulder again, passing over the muddy track to the doorstep, setting her down on the mat and looking at her in a strange way. “You’re a strange one, whine about wearing a nappy but no complaints when I put a finger inside you. Almost as if you wanted me to.” He shrugged as if putting his thoughts aside. “In we go.”
Chapter Ten
Abbey yawned as she walked into the house, the heat combining with the stress of the day to make her realise just how tired she was. “Of course,” Papa said, lifting her into his arms, letting the dummy fall from her mouth. “It’s been a long day for such a little one. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He carried her through to the nursery, lying her down on the changing mat and lifting her dress to her waist. He sprinkled powder between her legs, rubbing it in swiftly as if he had not just teased her so naughtily out on the street. He applied the cream equally abruptly but then his movements suddenly changed, slowing as he spread her lips apart, his head lowering towards her pussy. He examined her wetness, dipping a finger into her before sliding it up to her clit, circling it slowly before leaning in and then brushing over it with his lips, just once.
He leaned back for a nappy, leaving Abbey panting from the unexpected touch of his soft lips on her most sensitive spot. He slid the nappy under her, strapping the sides in place before helping her to stand, ignoring the hints she gave of her desire, the way she looked up at him, the way her hips swayed slightly, her feet turning inwards.
He pulled her dress up and off her before sinking into the armchair which lay in shadows in the corner of the room. He switched on a lamp next to him, patting his lap for her to join him. Abbey climbed onto his lap, curling up against his chest as he picked up a book from the shelf beside him and began to read.
“Once upon a time,” he said, his voice gentle as with his free hand, he stroked her hair softly, “there was a little girl who was very, very naughty. Now one day, this little girl wandered away from her papa and got lost in the dark, dark wood.”
Abbey found herself feeling younger as he read, becoming more innocent, more placid, less stressed about wearing only a nappy, about being his little. He had given her the dummy again as he read and she automatically sucked on it, hearing his heartbeat against her ear as she snuggled against his chest, listening to the story.
Her parents had never read her a bedtime story, it was not something she’d ever experienced but listening to his soothing voice, she found herself relaxing into him, her eyes drooping as the little girl was reunited with her Papa after a not too scary adventure in the wood. When he finished, he set the book down, kissing her forehead as she blinked up at him. “Time for bed, little Abbey,” he said, lifting her into the cot.
She pouted back at him. “Don’t want you to go.”
“Why on earth not?”
How could she word it? She didn’t say anything for a moment as she knew she couldn’t just say, “Because I’ve suddenly decided I want to know what your cock looks like.”
“Scared of the dark.”
She thought he might shout at her but instead he smiled. “I didn’t realise. Would you like me to leave the light on?”
She nodded but as he turned to go, she grabbed his hand through the bars of the cot, holding on tightly. “Don’t be naughty,” he said, trying to peel her fingers away. “It’s time for bed.”
“Please,” she said, still holding on tightly.
“If you don’t let go, there’ll be trouble, little Abbey.”
Good,” she grinned, pulling him towards her.
“Oh, you are a bad little girl,” he growled, looming over the side of the cot. “Do you want another spanking?”
Abbey almost nodded before she got control of herself.
“Or maybe something else?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I want you to stay, Papa. Don’t go.”
He sighed. “If I stay in here any longer, I’m likely to do something I’ve never done with one of my littles. I have to go.”
“What?” she asked, looking up at his conflicted face. “What will you do?”
“I…” His voice faltered. “I…oh God, I can’t help it.” He reached over the top of the cot, pushing her down to her knees. “It’s that look on your face, I can’t resist it.”
Abbey stared in disbelief as he reached for the fly of his trousers, lowering it frantically and reaching inside to pull out his enormous rigid cock. It jutted towards her as he thrust it through the bars, the scent of his masculinity reaching her nostrils a second later as it brushed over her lips.
She was torn between backing away from something so intimidating and embracing it fully. He made the decision for her. “Open your mouth and keep still,” he said. “Don’t make a sound, don’t move, just let me fuck your face. I have to fuck it.”
She could almost see it throbbing as she opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out towards him. She was pressed up against the bars on her side and he moved closer on the other, pushing himself all the way into the back of her throat in a single motion. Reaching over the top of the cot, he grabbed hold of her head, keeping her in place as he began to thrust into her mouth. She did her best to use her lips and tongue to please him, not easy with her head clamped in place. Her jaw ached, saliva ran down her chin and she had to take what gasping breaths she could when he pulled from her before thrusting in again. Her throat grew sore as he moved ever faster, groaning above her, his cock beginning to twitch in her mouth.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he muttered, his words losing their strength as he gripped her head more tightly, thrusting deep into her a final time. Abbey’s eyes widened as his shaft twitched in place and then she felt a hot salty wetness
gushing from him, almost choking her. He pulled back as it poured onto her tongue, sitting in place as she couldn’t swallow with him still filling her mouth. Only when he slid from her, could she taste it properly, swallowing hungrily whilst he turned and almost ran from the room.
Unable to go after him, Abbey could do nothing but wonder if she’d done something wrong. She lay down in the cot, pulling the blankets over her and closing her eyes, picturing his cock in her mouth, thinking what it would be like to feel it inside her. Would it even fit? It was a pipe dream anyway. From the way he’d looked when he left the room, she doubted he would let her remain in his house any longer, let alone take her into his bed.
It was a long time before she slept.
Chapter Eleven
Abbey woke up the next morning to find herself in Papa’s arms. “What’s happening?” she asked, a yawn escaping her as he laid her down on the changing mat.
“You’ve slept until noon,” Papa replied, undoing her nappy and tossing it into the bin. “We need to be in the village hall in an hour. I had no choice but to wake you.”
“The village hall? But why?”
“Because,” he said, sprinkling powder between her legs, “it is time for them to decide whether you need to remain in the nursery.”
Abbey was about to speak but then his hands were rubbing the cream between her legs and her mind leapt backwards to the previous evening. Had it really happened? Could it have been a dream? She thought of the look of his cock as it slid into her mouth, the expression on his face when he came, the fact that she’d helped him to do that. He wasn’t acting any different, in fact he was acting colder than ever. He barely rubbed any cream into the folds of her pussy before he grabbed her hips and spun her over, lying her on her front. “This might hurt at first,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “but I promise it will be worth it.”
