by Alice Everly
Papa’s Prisoner
Alice Everly
Papa’s Prisoner
Alice Everly
Copyright 2018
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All aspects of this story are fiction. Any similarities relating closely or directly to real life are purely coincidental. The author does not advocate or condone any acts or behavior contained in this book. All characters are adults over the age of eighteen and are not related by blood or affinity. All acts depicted within the book are considered consensual even if consent is not directly given or implied.
This book was written for entertainment purposes only for adults over the age of eighteen in the United States and the legal governing adult age in other countries. The author does not advocate or condone any activities presented in this book. The author and publisher are not responsible for use of this book in any way except for entertainment reading purposes. No acts of this book should be recreated in real life. This book either describes or assumes consent by all parties and contains adult sexual content, age play, and the spanking of an adult woman.
Description:
A madman has been wreaking havoc for over two decades, unbeknownst to millions of people living around him. Lydia finds herself trapped in his wicked web and she is systematically forced to become Little Lydia.
After several years, Lydia is taken in by a kind and gentle man who promises to protect her. She’s certain she’ll be free to return home to her family at last.
Unfortunately, things aren’t always as easy as they seem, in life or in love. Lydia discovers that the very man who bought her freedom may be just as much of an enemy as the madman. Evil lurks in even the most innocent of places.
Lydia struggles with understanding why she’s so comfortable as Little Lydia rather than the independent adult she used to be.
As she works out her feelings, Lydia must come to terms with the shadows in her mind and decide if she really wants to remain Little Lydia after all.
Can Lydia overcome the demons that seem to be lurking around or will she be forever imprisoned in her own mind?
This book has a HEA, but it contains dark themes and depictions. Although this is a complete story, it will lead into other books. If you’re looking for a sweet Little romance then this isn’t the book for you! Lydia goes through plenty of dark and distressing experiences before she finds her HEA.
WARNING: This book contains material intended for an adult audience and includes dark themes that may trigger some people. If the thought of a grown woman being punished and spanked doesn’t appeal to you then this book is not for you. This book contains elements of BDSM, Spanking, DDLG, age play, a grown woman acting like a child, and some really mean and violent people.
If you’re still excited to learn about Lydia’s fate, then this book is for you! Kick off your shoes, break open a bottle of wine, relax, and enjoy the story!
Papa’s Prisoner
Alice Everly
Chapter One
Detective Brian Bishop pulled his car up the winding driveway to the massive stone house that had sat on the hill above town for decades. The gray stone looked ominous as he parked his car in front of the structure. He wasn’t quite sure if his trepidation was due to the house itself or the man that he knew he’d find inside.
The investigation had been ongoing for over two years and Brian had spent hundreds of hours deeply undercover to get this very opportunity, the chance to visit the man at his home, a place he never allowed anyone to enter. Yet, here Brian was, by some divine twist of fate and he was ready to finally wrap up this investigation and bring Mike Christopher’s operation down.
Brian and Mike sat talking in a large sitting room and Brian was quickly growing anxious, he needed to get this over with, needed it to be done.
“When do I get a chance to see this woman you’re working with?” He was careful not to show his hand, careful to draw out just the right words.
“Oh, Lydia,” Mike Christopher smiled slyly, “what a beauty that one is.” He shook his head and chuckled, “She’s in her room. I’ll bring her down to meet you, but you need to know that she isn’t available, not this one, she’s mine.”
As Mike left the room, Brian sat back and checked his wire. He should be able to catch every word Mike spoke. Although Mike didn’t want to give this girl up, Brian had every intention of convincing him to sell this girl, he just couldn’t wait any longer. The Captain was on his back about wrapping this investigation up and he needed to move onto another case.
Mike entered the room nearly dragging a young lady behind him. She was pale and thin, her porcelain skin nearly gray as if she hadn’t seen the sun in quite some time. Her dark hair was pulled into two pigtails with baby blue ribbons tied into a bow on each one. But it was her eyes that pulled at Brian, the large round saucers reflecting back to him as a bright summer sky.
Bingo, he thought, growing excited. The girl was just as young as he expected. There was no way the woman could be over fifteen or sixteen years old. Her body was clearly not as mature as a grown woman’s would be. Her hip bones were nearly visible through her dress and her chest was hardly developed as if just starting to bud into life. The triumph that washed through him was overwhelming and he had to school his breathing as he greeted the young thing.
“Now be a good little girl, Lydia,” Mike said, “and go sit on Mr. Brian’s lap.”
Mike released the girl and when she didn’t move instantly Mike’s hand shot out and swatted her bottom with such force that the girl was jerked a few feet forward by the force of the blow. Then she moved, scurrying over to the sofa where he sat.
Clearly humiliated by Mike’s admonishment, her cheeks washed red and her eyes darted to the floor as she quickly crawled up and into his lap. She hardly weighed a thing and his protective instincts took over. He had to get her out of this house, no matter what, he had to save her.
She sat stiffly perched atop his knee as if a perfectly obedient little thing.
“You’re a very pretty girl,” Brian said to her, gently taking her chin with his finger and lifting it so he could look directly at her and into her eyes to study her pale face. He searched for a signal of distress. Anything. But her face remained frustratingly neutral.
“Isn’t she quite the beauty?” Mike crowed proudly, his chest puffing out as if he was the reason for her existence, “I’ve always loved the smaller ones,” Mike let out a harsh laugh that sent spikes of irritation slicing through Brian, but he was well trained and never changed his expression.
Brian reached up to her hair, tugging gently on one pigtail, “You weren’t lying,” he said to Mike, “she does have a rare innocent charm to her,” he moved her closer to him, shifting her and settling her more squarely in his lap. He had one arm around her waist to hold her against him, hoping she understood that he was a good guy. He was there to save her.
It was an odd feeling having her body so snug against his. Brian had held plenty of women against him, after all he was thirty years old. Of course he’d had his fair share of women, but this…this girl seemed to bring out something in him, something that made him fiercely protective of her as if he’d known her for far longer than the few minutes he’d been at Mike’s house.
The gentle hold he had on her was not only a subtle command for her to sit still, but it was tender at the same time. A hold trying to convey to her that he was safe and that everything would be alright.
“Yes,” Mike smiled that sick smile once more, “My Li
ttle Lydia is definitely unique and special,” he said proudly, “and very obedient she is,” he added.
“How old is she?” Brian asked.
“She’s twenty-one years old,” Mike said “hard to tell, eh?”
Brian wanted to curse as he saw the entire case fall apart before his eyes. But his attention zeroed in on the girl. He felt Lydia tense, her head jerking towards Mike in surprise as if she wasn’t aware of her age. That’s odd.
“You look like a very good girl Lydia,” Brian said, lifting her chin once more so she was looking him in the eyes again. He knew she wanted to look away, he saw the trepidation in those pale blue eyes, but she kept looking, kept her eyes on his and he saw them misting with tears.
He watched her for a long moment, brushing his finger across her cheek to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, “I bet you still get in trouble though, don’t you?” he said, well aware how this lifestyle worked.
He’d spent plenty of hours researching and visiting clubs and dens just to get access to Mike Christopher. He knew how it worked, knew what Mike had likely done to the girl, or young woman as it turned out.
Lydia nodded, her pale chin still held captive between his finger and thumb as it began to tremble.
“Do you still get spankings Lydia?” he asked gently, but he was certain he already knew the answer.
Mike Christopher was not the kind of man who could leave a woman unpunished. Brian had heard plenty of stories out of the man to know that for a fact.
“Yes Mr. Brian,” she whispered.
“Lydia,” Mike interrupted his voice rough and commanding, “Show Mr. Brian your naughty bottom.”
Oh hell, Brian thought. That was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to humiliate the girl, didn’t want her to have to be subjected to that. And he didn’t give one damn if Mike had punished her. His only thought now was of saving the poor woman. Although she wasn’t under age, he had a gut feeling that she wasn’t safe here, hadn’t ever been safe in Mike’s care.
“Oh that’s not necessary,” Brian said.
“Nonsense,” Mike’s eyes were firm, “you surely can’t know what kind of training I’ve done without experiencing what the aftermath looks like, now can you?”
Brian had no choice, he knew his chances of saving the girl would be lost if he refused. If he acted as if he had no interest in the punishments he’d declared on many meetings that he wanted from Mike’s girls, he’d be leaving the house without the girl.
Lydia sighed when he didn’t fight Mike on the issue and her head fell in shame, but he gave her credit as she still stood from his lap, turning around as her fingers lifted the hem of her dress.
“Drop your panties,” Mike ordered.
With shaking hands she slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and pushed them to her knees. She stood again and lifted the hem of her dress again to give Brian a view of her bruised and battered flesh.
He let out a low whistle, knowing Mike would expect it, but his jaw was ticking with irritation. Mike had done this, he thought, he’d battered this little woman. He knew he couldn’t say that, so instead he said, “Quite a naughty little girl it seems.”
Lydia stood there, bottom bared, panties around her knees. She stood there obediently as Mike expected of her. So still and obedient for the better part of ten minutes while Mike and Brian discussed her recent punishments. Brian’s stomach rolled with disgust, the man was a monster to her.
Mike rose and went to her, kissing the top of her head in an unexpected show of emotion.
“What a good girl you were for Papa, standing there and not fidgeting.” He bent down to pull up her panties, patting her bottom once they were pulled over her bruised cheeks and fully in place. “Now you go ahead and climb back into Mr. Brian’s lap,” Mike ordered and she immediately obeyed.
She crawled back into his lap, moving into place closer to him without any encouragement. When his arm went around her waist she relaxed into his hold and he thought she might just understand that he was a safe place for her.
He wanted nothing more than to run from the house right then, run far away from Mike and his twisted ways. But Mike had far more planned for the girl before he’d even get the opportunity.
“Lydia here is really good at taking her punishments and is quick to obey all orders,” Mike said, “Just like all my girls when they’re done with my program. You know she’s my fifty first girl I’ve had here,” The pride in his voice had a chill racing down his spine.
“I heard you were the best of the best in training the girls,” Brian said, schooling his face so he didn’t reveal the disgust he had for the man.
“I am,” Mike said proudly, “although not all of the girls are as quick to pick up the training as Lydia was,” his pride was growing, “But I’ve never allowed anyone to visit my home like this,” he frowned, “I don’t like doing business here, I much prefer it all to be conducted at the club.”
“I appreciate the invite to your home, it’s far easier for me to actually set eyes on one of your girls.” Brian said, “how many more do you have here?”
Mike chuckled, “Just Lydia right now, but I have word that I’ll be getting another in the next few weeks and can train them at the same time. I’ve had up to five girls at one time.”
“Well I appreciate the opportunity to meet this one,” he flicked his finger down Lydia’s nose playfully, “it was quite an experience seeing sweet Lydia here. I’m even more intrigued and willing to part with a large sum of money to obtain her.”
“Oh no that’s not possible,” Mike said slowly, “I love my Little Lydia far too much to part with her,” he snapped his fingers to summon the girl and she instantly went to him, although reluctantly it seemed, and his chubby hand held onto her possessively as she stood beside him so obediently.
Was Brian wrong? Was Lydia a willing participant in this DDLG lifestyle? She didn’t seem to be fighting him or his hold on her. Maybe he should just leave and keep working the case from a different angle. But there was something in him that held his tongue. He couldn’t see himself leaving this house without taking the girl with him. Something urged him to keep trying.
“I could train another girl for you, but Lydia here is the best I’ve trained and I would be a fool to part with her.” Mike said.
Brian looked to Lydia and for just a second he saw something flash through her eyes, was that terror? He just couldn’t leave her, he couldn’t. He needed something to keep Mike playing along.
“May I punish little Lydia before I leave so I can see how you train your girls to respond to a decent punishment?” The question was the last thing Brian ever thought he’d say, but it seemed to ignite an excited gleam in Mike’s eyes.
“By all means,” Mike laughed releasing the girl’s hand, “She’s very familiar with punishment.”
Brian nodded to Lydia and she immediately went to his side, pressing up against him while Brian and Mike ironed out the details of her impending punishment. A punishment at Brian’s hand. He wanted to back out of it, wanted to say he didn’t need to do this, but he remained silent, knowing it was what Mike expected. How bad could it be, right?
“I have paddles and brushes,” Mike said, “quite an assortment of leather whips and straps.”
Brian frowned, he could never take an implement to the girl, especially with her bottom so raw and injured already. He gently ran his hand over her soft white-blonde hair. An angel.
He pulled her closer to his side firmly, protectively, possessively, “I think I’d prefer feeling her skin beneath my hand if you don’t mind.”
“Be my guest,” Mike said, motioning to him in a direct invitation to start immediately, “Lydia has the softest skin and she bruises quite nicely.”
Brian stood her before him, facing him. He took both her hands in his own, squeezing lightly. The poor girl was trembling, but still she obeyed. It was hard for him to understand, and all he wanted was to assure her that he wasn’t going to do
what Mike had done to her.
“I know you haven’t been a bad girl, Lydia,” he said softly, “but this punishment will be for your own good.” He knew he couldn’t leave without her, not like this.
Tears were already running down her face, but she nodded obediently. He needed to get this over with, needed to show Mike that he was what he’d said he was-a fellow aficionado for DDLG and Littles.
Brian reached beneath her dress and hooked his fingers in her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Lydia obediently lay over his knee and he lifted the hem of her dress to expose her already punished backside.
He needed to get this over with as soon as possible. She’d already endured so much. The thought of causing her more pain was heart wrenching. His palm cracked against her backside and she cried out in pain, he knew he hadn’t hit very hard so the prospect of her enduring yet another punishment had shame flooding through his veins. He didn’t want to take his time and draw out the pain, but it was Mike’s instructions on how to spank the girl and his urging to spank harder, faster, and longer, that had Brian complying to just get it all over with.
“She has yet to reach her limit, Brian,” Mike coached, going to stand beside him, “harder, faster, you must reach her limit or she’ll just be naughty again.”
Brian complied with his coaching, not because he agreed with the sadistic man, but because he just wanted this to be over. Feeling her wriggling and crying over his lap was doing far more to him than he’d ever believed possible. Not only was he agonizing over causing the girl pain, but he was growing more protective, more possessive of Lydia and at the same time as growing far closer to her than he had any right to be.
Lydia was screaming and sobbing, begging for the spanking to end and Brian wanted to end it, he really did, but Mike hovered over him urging him on. When Lydia finally collapsed with exhaustion, her body limp over his lap, Mike declared the punishment over and the spanking ceased immediately.
