by Maggie Ryan
Opening the door at the end of the corridor, he climbed the next flight of stairs and entered his wife’s nursery. He smiled as he walked toward the crib, knowing his little one would be extremely glad to see him. He saw that she had managed to fall into sleep, regardless of her discomfort. Edward spent several minutes just looking down at her, still rather amazed at how much a person could love another. She meant everything to him and he thanked the good Lord every day that she was his.
Smiling, he bent to press a kiss to her cheek. She uttered the sweetest little sound as her eyelids fluttered, long lashes lifting to expose her beautiful eyes. Seeing her husband, she managed a small smile despite the huge pacifier he had pressed into her mouth. Edward adored seeing her little cheeks puffed out from the bulb of the pacifier he had purchased for her use. While he loved seeing her suck her thumb and would occasionally permit her to do so, this pacifier served two purposes. First, it allowed her to suckle and comfort herself when she needed to do so, and, more importantly, it filled her mouth so completely that it stifled the cries and sounds of distress that normally would echo throughout the house when he was teaching her whatever he desired.
Stroking a finger down a tear-stained cheek, he asked, “Have you learned your lesson, little lady? Do you think you can sit still during services next week and avoid having to attend Pastor Reed in front of the congregation?” Her cheeks bloomed with color, stained red as she nodded. He smiled when her little bottom wiggled, the sounds she made now far more of a whine than before. She had been put to bed on her tummy, her knees drawn up and strapped down to the sides of the crib; her hands over her head as usual. Her little bottom was raised high in the air. He patted the thick padding her nappy provided and saw her flinch away from his hand and heard another whine slip around the gag filling her mouth.
“Shhh,” he said even as he continued to pat the uplifted surface of her bottom, concentrating on the exact center. She whimpered and though she tried to move away from the pressure of his hand, restraints kept her securely in place. “Hush now,” he softly chastised as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her nappy. “You were sound asleep when Papa came into the room. You aren’t in any sort of pain now are you?” Her face flushed brighter, her eyes made their sweet plea to save her from what he knew she considered shameful, another long drawn out whine wafted in the air, but Edward simply smiled and slowly began to tug the soft white cloth down over the plump globes of her bum.
Her whine became whimpers as her bottom was exposed inch by delicious inch, Edward thinking the view was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. He continued to slowly bare her, until her little bottom-hole came into view. He felt his cock stiffen, his balls tighten in the constriction of his trousers at the sight before him. He kept the nappy in place just beneath her precious little flower, allowing the cloth to frame her bottom and focusing his entire attention on its very center. Louisa moaned again but he ignored her. He reached out his finger and ran its tip all around the base of the flange poking out from her distended bottom-hole. His fingernail scraped along the extremely sensitive skin that had been forced to stretch to accommodate the plug she now held. Her whining became a soft keening, her bottom attempting to clench yet unable to do so due to the restraints and the plug deep inside her sweet heart-shaped arse.
Edward completed his circle and then laid his fingertip against the flange of the plug, watching her closely as he pressed it forward. Her reaction was immediate. She tried to rear up and scoot away from him at the same time. He smiled, knowing his little one was going nowhere. He continued to press and release the plug, setting up a rhythm that soon had her keening reaching a higher octave, her nostrils flaring to draw in oxygen as her lips stretched around the huge pacifier plug in her mouth. Edward continued to play with her plug until he was sure he was driving his little one wild with need. He finally released it, only to give her a sharp slap on her quivering cheeks, driving the plug once again deep into her rump. She gave the highest squeal yet, her bottom wagging which he found absolutely adorable.
“I do believe having a nice fat plug in your little bottom will teach you to sit still, little lady. If I find the need to tell you to stop squirming next week, I shall take you to the naughty girl room, spank your bottom until it is crimson and then place a nice fat plug in your bottom. You’ll sit on it for the remainder of the service, and I’m sure Pastor Reed will need an explanation why you misbehaved so that your papa had to plug your naughty pucker. Is that what you need, young lady?”
Blonde curls flew in the air as Louisa’s head shook wildly. The words ‘nooo… Paaa-paaa, nooo,’ were garbled and yet intelligible with her earnestness. And remembering what had happened before he’d put her down for her nap, he was willing to bet she no longer had any doubts that her papa would always do every single thing he’d said.
He’d watched her eyes widen in horror when he had shown her the plug after Mrs. Bremmer had stripped her of her Sunday clothes. He’d listened as she had begged him for mercy and promised never to move an inch in church again. Her words had done nothing but cause both of the adults to smile and shake their heads in amusement; they were well accustomed to hearing little ones swear they would be far better behaved when faced with unpleasant consequences.
She had been introduced to the pacifier as he’d worked it between her lips after instructing her to open her mouth wide. It had been a tight fit and he’d watched her tongue attempting to find a comfortable place even as saliva began to pool at the corners of her mouth. Buckling it around her head had her whining but when Mrs. Bremmer had handed him her hairbrush off the changing table, those whines instantly became strangled repeats of her promises to be the best little girl on the face of the earth. She’d evidently allowed herself to think her papa had forgotten his promise of a spanking and a lesson during church. Edward couldn’t exactly fault her for her forgetfulness since she hadn’t immediately been disciplined, and, in fact, they had spent several hours at his associate’s home. But as he lifted the hairbrush, she learned that her papa never ever forgot that his little girl had been naughty. Screeches and pleas had accompanied each downward stroke of the brush against her quivering bottom during the spanking she’d earned, but her sounds were very effectively muffled by the pacifier. No matter how loudly she cried out, no one outside this room would be able to hear her and wonder what might be taking place in Wintercrest Manor. However, it would not allow her to forgo her duties once her bottom had been reddened.
After he’d lifted her off his lap, Mrs. Bremmer had unbuckled the pacifier and wiped her young mistress’ mouth with a handkerchief after she’d worked the rubber from her mouth.
“That’s better, now you’re ready to show your papa that your contrition is sincere,” the housekeeper instructed.
Louisa’s eyes had flown to him, to the housekeeper, and back to him again, a silent plea shining from their tear-filled depths, evidently so shocked at the woman’s continued presence that she hadn’t immediately made the expected request.
Edward understood that most men in his position hired women to serve as full-time nannies or governesses for their child brides. He, however, would never give up the joy of personally handling his wife’s life. He found a great deal of pleasure in all aspects of training Louisa. He believed the men who concentrated on training their own little women found far more satisfaction than those who chose an easier path. He had no reservations that both the women of Wintercrest would most probably disagree with him, but he didn’t particularly take their views into account. As Louisa’s husband and Lucille’s guardian, he was responsible for both of them. That included every aspect of their lives, from the roof over their heads to the clothing on their backs and the food in their bellies. His duties not only encompassed assuring they both felt safe and secure, but also meant he’d dole out discipline when earned. Louisa and her sister would simply learn to obey his rules or would find their bottoms aching.
He also knew that, by allowing
others to assist him on occasion or to witness his training, both women’s submission was greatly reinforced. He was grateful that Anna was available and very well suited to assist him at Wintercrest, and smiled when seeing her shaking her head and looking down at her young charge.
“Your bottom has paid its price, but your punishment isn’t complete until you’ve made a proper penance. Turn around, get down on your knees before your papa and do your duty, little one.”
His little bride’s realization that a woman she considered a servant actually knew what intimate act was expected had tears beginning to spill down cheeks that were red with shame.
“Do you need another round of the brush, or perhaps a dozen from my tawse, Louisa?”
“No… no, ma’am. Please—”
“Then stop dallying. Thank your papa for the time he’s taken to redden your little bottom and ask for permission to take him into your mouth,” Anna had said, ignoring the embarrassment of the manor’s naked mistress, turning her to face Edward and gently pressing her to kneel between the lord’s knees.
The woman had continued to stare at the poor girl until Louisa had mumbled her thanks for the spanking, asking and receiving permission to perform her penance. With a final glance at the housekeeper to see the unyielding expression on the servant’s face, Louisa had finally reached out with shaking hands to unbutton her papa’s pants and slowly withdrawn his shaft. Evidently satisfied that the naughty girl would do her duty, Mrs. Bremmer had finally turned away. Louisa had been humiliated having to perform this intimate act while the woman was in the room but Edward had allowed her no quarter. When he felt she was doing a very poor job of making her repentance, he had pulled his cock out of her mouth. With his erection only inches from her lips, he spoke calmly but very firmly.
“You are continuing to be a naughty girl, Louisa. I suggest you employ that sweet little tongue of yours properly while you make your penance. If I have to remind you again, you shall find your mouth full of your pacifier instead of my shaft; I shall ask Mrs. Bremmer to bring me your paddle after which I will apply it to your hot little bottom, and only then shall you be given another chance to prove your remorse. Am I clear?”
As if to illustrate, the housekeeper walked to where he was seated and Louisa gave a sob as the thick wooden paddle was slapped down onto the table beside him.
“Yes, Papa.”
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
She’d given a soft sob before trembling lips opened wide and her tongue was presented. Edward threaded his fingers through her hair, his gaze locked onto hers, the violet blue of her eyes brighter with what he knew was a mixture of shame at the act she was performing and lust as that act caused her sweet little cunny to weep. “Lick Papa’s cock like my good little girl,” he instructed, pulling her further forward before laying his cock against the velvet wetness of her tongue, taking his sweet time to slide his shaft back into her mouth.
Edward immediately felt her tongue lick up and down the underside of his cock and swirl around the crown. When the tip of her tongue dipped into the slit on the tip of his shaft, his cock jerked as it grew even larger in her mouth. He moaned in pure pleasure as she accepted every drop of precum that she was given. With her bottom burning and the threat of another dose, she did as she had been trained though he knew it was extremely difficult with the housekeeper moving about the room. Edward smiled down at his little wife as her head bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing in and out around his thick shaft in her mouth. His fingers stroked the back of her hair, playing with the golden curls as she made her penance. He was in no hurry to reach his completion as he also had no desire to make the act of contrition easy for her. She had been naughty, earned herself a harsh paddling and now would simply have to accept her need to perform her penance despite her humiliation of the act being witnessed by another.
It was several long minutes before his fingers released their hold on strands of her hair to splay against the back of her golden head. He pushed her further down onto his shaft, forcing her to take more as he felt his balls beginning to draw up.
“Breathe through your nose,” he reminded as the delicious sensation of an imminent climax had his muscles clenching. Eyes that shone with her efforts and unshed tears lifted to his, this silent plea for leniency ignored by him as all others had been. Giving her a slight shake of his head and another gentle push, guiding her to take that last delicious final inch of his cock into the tight column of her throat, he held her in place. He could feel the ragged exhales of the shallow breaths she was able to drag through her nose caress the length of his shaft until she could go no further. Warmth stirred the coarse hair at the base of his cock as the tip of her nose nestled into against the coarse black hairs at the base of his cock, the entire shaft hidden inside her mouth for the very first time.
“Such a repentant little one. What a good little one swallowing all of Papa’s cock,” he said, relishing every puff of strained breath, every lap of her sweet tongue and the contractions of her cheeks as the force of her suckles increased in an effort to draw him to his end, but he restrained himself. He was enjoying everything too much to end it before he absolutely had no choice. He kept her on his shaft for several long minutes, her whimpers vibrating against his hot flesh with a pleasure that was incredibly intense.
“Don’t spill a single drop, little lady,” he practically growled. She mewed in distress at the order, but he only shook his head. His little one would learn that her papa would never relent. Shame was a useful tool he’d use to teach her that she only need worry about what he thought, what he desired. Just as she’d swallowed his cock, she’d swallow every drop of his seed regardless of who might be watching.
“Every one,” he repeated, driving just a fraction deeper, wanting to prolong the moments of pure bliss. But when her hand lifted from where it was braced against his thigh, moving to cradle his balls in her palm, he threw back his head and roared as thick ropes of cum shot from his shaft into her mouth.
Her throat constricted again and again as he emptied into it. Edward knew she had no time to worry about the servant who was still in the room. All his little one could do was attempt to accept every drop of his seed that filled her mouth with every eruption of his cock. Every muscle worked along his shaft, each touch of her tongue so very sensitive against his flesh. Finally, his cock gave a final jerk and he relaxed his hold on her head, his fingers moving to once again caress the silky strands as she worked to assure she had indeed swallowed every bit of his offering. Her breasts were heaving with the lack of any full breaths for the last several minutes as she finally sat back on her haunches, cradling his cock in her hands after releasing him from her mouth. He watched as the tip of her tongue flicked out to lick along swollen red lips. Reaching forward to touch the corner of her mouth, he captured a drop that had dared to escape. Before he could say a word, she’d leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his finger, suckling hard to claim the last of his essence.
“What a good girl,” he said, pulling his finger free as his eyes continued to caress her. Pert little breasts that shone with the drool she’d been unable to contain were tipped by tightly furled nipples. And those beautiful mounds were not the only part of her that glistened. He watched as a drop of her own arousal slid from her sweet little quim to join the others she’d leaked while she’d performed her penance.
“Much better, little one,” Edward said, not allowing her to forget that she’d needed a reminder to properly do her duty.
“Thank you for your gift, Papa,” she said softly, blushing as she tucked his cock back into his pants, rebuttoning the placket before sitting back and lifting her eyes to his again.
“You’re welcome, but we’ve not yet finished.” He rose and took her hand, helping her to her feet before leading her to the changing table where Mrs. Bremmer was waiting and helped her up onto it. Edward saw his bride flush hotly, unable to meet the older woman’s eyes after the housekeeper used a clot
h to wipe her thighs clean and then to swipe the moisture away from Louisa’s newly shorn pussy.
Mrs. Bremmer had opened a small jar and held it out to Edward so that he could dip his fingers into it. Louisa had found the pacifier placed back into her mouth and her legs held up and open by the housekeeper. She had begun to buck and wiggle as her husband inserted a lubricated finger well up into her bottom. Even as tears had leaked down into her ears at the discomfort and humiliation of it all, more of her cream gathered between the lips of her sex.
“Stop that fussing, missy,” Mrs. Bremmer scolded. “Push down and open your little bottom-hole for your papa. It will be far easier when he pushes your punishment plug into your pucker.”
Louisa had frozen in place but he knew it wasn’t in obedience to his servant. It had everything to do with the fact that she’d see him pick up an object and dip it into the pot of lubricant. Once he’d swirled it around the jar, she had come alive again, her head thrashing as she tried to beg him not to do what he was about to do.
