by Zoe Blake
Lily's cheeks flamed at the scandalous words. Still, she slowly nodded her head, sensing Papa wanted some kind of acknowledgment from her.
"My sweet, innocent little Lily...do you know what the word fuck means?"
"Yes, Papa."
“You did not spend the majority of your life in an orphanage and then service without learning a few things about what a man did to a woman, did you?” He smiled. "Well, tonight Papa is going to fuck your little bottom with his cock."
"No, Papa! I'm not ready." Lily protested as she started to squirm on his lap.
"Trust Papa to know when you are ready. You do trust Papa don't you?"
"Yes, Papa, but..."
"No,” he said sternly. “Continue to talk back and you will get a spanking. Now stand up so Papa can undress you."
His strong hands circled her waist and lifted her off his lap, placing her away from him so he could untie the large cream bow. He then turned her to face him and Lily stood mutely as he slowly undid the small pearl buttons down the front of the dress. Once it was loose enough, he slid it off her shoulders, watching as it fell to the floor in a soft rush. Lily was left in a soft chemise lined with tiny pink bows, the ruffle bottom drawers, her knee socks and black slippers. He slipped the chemise over her head. By now Lily knew better than to cover her breasts, and remained still as Rand skimmed the back of his hand down the gentle slope of her right breast. When the rosy nipples became erect with arousal, he could not resist giving one of them a quick, painful tweak. He smiled when her eyes lit up with passion and pain. His innocent submissive little girl!
"Kick off your slippers."
He was pleased to see how quickly she complied with his demand. Lily pulled the string holding her drawers in place and let them fall to her ankles, not missing the aroused shiver that coursed through her body. He dipped a single finger between the soft petals between her legs. Lily gasped as she felt his finger slide against her sensitive clit and then watched as he brought his dew soaked finger to his mouth.
"Still the sweetest cream."
Lily blushed hotter as the memory of her first pussy spanking and the reward that came afterward.
"I want you to walk over to my bed and climb on top facing the headboard." He watched her perky bottom as she crossed his chambers to the large master bed. He waited till she was nervously sitting on her knees in the center before giving her further instructions. "Now, lean down on your forearms and thrust your bottom into the air like you do each night Papa comes to your bedroom."
Lily obeyed and he left her in that position as he moved to the bedside table to pick up a glass jar of ointment. Lily shivered as he unscrewed the lid. She knew that sound, knew what it meant. She could not prevent a small whimper from escaping her lips.
"Hush, baby-girl,” he soothed in a low tone. “Tonight you are going to make your Papa very happy. I have been very patient, seeing to my little girl's pleasure first. Now it is time you please your Papa."
"Yes, Papa,” came her soft, muffled reply. She could hear him slip the belt from his dressing gown, then came the sound of his trousers hitting the floor. She had only seen him naked that first time in his room and desperately wanted another peek, but did not dare move her head without permission.
Rand grasped his engorged cock and slowly stroked it, spreading the lubricant along his shaft. He watched as she nervously shifted her hips. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he positioned himself on raised knees behind her supplicated form.
"Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks."
She hesitated only a bare moment before heeding him.
"I want you to ask me to fuck your bottom."
"Papa, don't,” she whined. The crack of his palm on her pale backside was deafening in the quiet room. Lily screamed and fell forward. He grabbed her loose locks and pulled her back into position by her hair and blistered her bare bottom with a volley of barehanded smacks. Lily sobbed hysterically as she gripped large fistfuls of the bed covers.
"Ask me to fuck your bottom," he commanded. He wanted to hear the harsh graphic word come from those innocent, pink lips.
"Please fuck my bottom," Lily blurted out between sobs. She wanted to please him, but was so very scared of the pain she was about to endure.
"Tell me to put my cock deep inside your body."
"Put your....your cock deep inside my body."
"Beg me."
"Please, Papa. Please put your cock in my bottom. Please, Papa,” Lily cried as she reached back and gently pulled her bottom open for him, her fingers leaving white streaks as they pressed into the glowing red cheeks. Rand touched her small, puckered entrance with his finger tip, watching as it clenched and quivered. Pressing his other hand onto her lower back, he forced her bottom further into the air and her upper body down into the bed covers. He grasped his shaft and positioned the bulbous head at her back entrance. The sight of the large head of his cock poised against her tiny rosebud was almost obscene. It would take a punishing amount of force to seat his well-lubricated eight-inch cock into her tight passage.
He pushed and felt the expected resistance. Using more strength, he pressed until her small sensitive ring gave way to the inevitable and gradually accepted the head of his cock. Lily whimpered at the intrusion but after stretching her bottom with various plugs over the last several days, Rand knew it was more from the discomfort of having something forced into her back passage than from any real pain; that would come in a moment when her body would be compelled to accept his full length. He gave a small thrust and the head was pulled into her body. Her tiny sphincter felt like a tight band around his shaft as it struggled to contain his cock.
Lily's grip on her own buttocks slackened when she felt the first sting as her body struggled to accept him. Her hands were now in tight fists pressed against her mouth. Rand gripped her waist and slowly pushed his hips forward, wanting her to strain against every inch of his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her body.
Lily gave out a pained whelp as she felt her tight passage labor against the pain of the intrusion. It burned and stung as her muscles contracted, trying to expel him. Papa's cock was far wider and longer than the largest plug she had been forced to endure. She didn't think her body could take it.
"Please stop, Papa! It's too much! It's too painful!" Lily pleaded.
"What's too much, baby-girl?" He asked giving another small push forward. "What's too painful?"
"Your cock! Your cock in my bottom! I can't. I just can't!" she screamed.
"You can and you will. You still have another four inches to take. You will do this for Papa.” He punctuated this with a sharp thrust of his hips, pushing his erect cock in another inch.
Lily cried out but didn't try to beg him to stop again. With the generous amount of lubricant coating his shaft, there was little resistance from her tiny bottom as he slid further and further in. Her body began to shake from the exertion of trying to hold him back. Her muscles weakened and opened to the unrelenting push of his hard shaft. After several tense moments, he could feel the heat radiating from her punished backside against his flesh. She had taken the full eight inches deep into her bottom. He closed his eyes and savored the tight feeling of her ass as it clenched around his cock.
"Is it over?" Lily asked weakly. Her voiced sounding strained from the pain. He rubbed her lower back in soothing circles.
"No, baby. You were a very good girl whose little bottom took all of Papa's cock, but it is not over,” he said in a soft, cooing voice. "This next part will be even more painful. You can cry out all you want but know that Papa will not stop no matter how much you beg."
Lily whimpered in fear as he pulled his hips back, groaning when her bottom continued its tight grip on his cock. He let the head barely crest her sensitive ring, forcing it once again to accommodate the wide girth before fiercely slamming himself back into her body to the base of his shaft. Lily fisted the bed covers as a pained scream was wrenched from her body.
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and continued to thrust, burying his cock deep and then withdrawing with long strokes, only to thrust to the hilt again. Lily's body rocked forward with each forceful push; only his strong grip on her waist kept her in place for each punishing penetration. Lily's stomach began to cramp. She felt as if her insides were bruised and battered from his painful assault. She reached her hand back in a weak attempt to stop his thrusts.
"Please, stop moving, Papa. It hurts so much!" she sobbed.
Ignoring her pleas, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against her lower back, locking it in place. Still he continued ramming into her body, taking his pleasure at the expense of her pain, knowing it would lead to her full submission and ultimate release.
Rand roared his climax as he coated her bowels with his cream. He leaned his forehead between her shoulder blades and let the pleasure sweep over his body in waves. Only when he felt his cock begin to slacken did he pull out. Keeping her on her knees, he watched his cum drip from Lily's abused rosebud. He allowed her to curl on her side in the fetal position as he held her from behind while she softly cried. He knew this had been painful and traumatic for her, but he also knew she needed his dominance as much as he needed her submission.
Pushing two fingers into her now slack back opening, swiping them full of his cream, he raised them to her mouth.
"Open up, baby."
It would be her final act of submission that evening. He wanted to see her suck the cum from her ass off his fingers. There was only the slightest parting of her small, pink lips, but it was enough. He pushed his fingers in, swirling them around her mouth and tongue, making sure she got the full taste of his cum in her mouth. He reached between her sore bottom cheeks a second time and coated his fingers with more cream.
"Again baby. Papa never wants you to waste his cream. I want you to lick it all like a good girl."
With only a whimper of protest, Lily allowed him to push his cum soaked fingers into her mouth again.
"Good girl," he said as he stroked her hair and nuzzled against her neck. "I want you to sleep now. Tomorrow Papa will show you your new room." Lily was too tired to ask questions or protest. She fell asleep curled up in Papa's strong embrace.
CHAPTER NINE
Her New Room
"Wake up, little one."
Lily awoke to a playful slap to her naked bum as Papa yanked the covers off. At first, she was confused and disoriented, but as soon as her sleep haze faded, she bolted upright, mortified to be in his bed. She was not sure what to expect this morning, but her innate servant training came to the fore. It was unforgivable that she had allowed herself to fall asleep in his Lordship's bed! She was certain he would have expected her to move to her own chambers at some point in the early morning hours.
Fearful of being punished for such a grievous transgression, Lily begged him not to be angry. "Please forgive me my Lord for not knowing my place. I am so terribly sorry for staying the night in your chambers,” Lily exclaimed as she curled up trying to hide her nakedness. She shuddered to think what Mrs. Oliver was going to say since she was certain she would be late for her duties.
Rand laughed, confusing Lily more. He grasped her jaw and briefly kissed her lips. "My beautiful, sweet innocent girl. I can see every confused, conflicted thought in that pretty little head of yours reflected in your beautiful, brown eyes. You no longer need to worry about Mrs. Oliver or your duties. You will never return to that small room in the servant’s quarters. I have a lovely new room prepared for you."
Rand smiled, his handsome face reflecting his peace and contentment. The moment Lily had submitted and allowed him to press his cock deep into her bottom was one of the greatest of his life. He could not wait to make her his true little one. Before he showed her the nursery, he wanted to give her pleasure while she lay naked and warm in his bed.
"I want you to lay back” He waited till Lily obeyed. "Now, raise your hands high and grab the posts of the headboard. Under no circumstances are you to let go. Do you understand me?” Lily nodded." Good girl. Now spread your legs wide and show Papa your pretty, pink pussy." Lily hesitantly opened her legs a fraction. "Tsk. Tsk,” he chided. “If you don't open them wider I will think you want another pussy spanking."
Fearing the threat, Lily spread her legs wide. Papa ran a finger down her slit, knowing he would find her wet and wanting. She may not understand her body's response to his dominance but he did. He laid between her legs and spread her nether lips open, placing his tongue on her engorged clit and circling it counter clockwise, easing the pressure on the underside and then increasing it when he reached the top. Rand loved the way she squirmed and shifted her hips and matched the rhythm of her increased breathing with the tip of his tongue on her clit. The moment he sensed her release was close, he thrust two fingers deep into her wet pussy. Lily gasped as wave after wave of dizzying pleasure hit her. She struggled to keep her hands on the headboard posts as her hips rose and fell as her head moved from side to side. She rode the wave of her release.
"You are so pretty when Papa makes you come,” he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of her pussy till he felt the tremors cease. "Now, I want you to come again, this time from my fingers in your ass."
"Oh, Papa. Please don't! It’s still very sore,” pleaded Lily.
"Shhh … you need to learn that with pain comes pleasure, little one."
Lily's eyes teared up, as she knew arguing would be futile. He would do with her body what he wanted and she would let him.
"Deep breath,” he soothed as she felt his dew soaked fingers at her puckered entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut as he forced his fingers past the sensitive ring. Lily hissed at the sting and pain and grasped the headboard posts till her knuckles turned white.
"Please stop Papa," she begged. "It hurts!"
He ignored her as he pushed his fingers in deep, then used his thumb to stroke her now sensitive clit. Lily's hips left the bed as she tried to avoid the overwhelming sensations of both pleasure and pain. Papa placed a restraining hand just above her pussy. Keeping her in place, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her bottom in a slow unrelenting rhythm.
"Move past the pain, little one. You know you need this. You know you need to be held down and forced to endure pain to feel pleasure. You know only Papa can give this to you."
He increased the punishing rhythm of his fingers. Her poor abused hole had not fully recovered from last night's bruising assault.
"I can't, Papa! I can't!" she cried.
"Yes, you can. I want you to come when I command. Do you hear me, Lily?"
"Yes, Papa!" Her breathing came in great bursts now, and despite the pain in her bottom, she could feel the wave of another release cresting. After several more thrusts, he leaned over her tortured body and grasped her hair, forcing her head back and her chest out.
"Come now!" he growled against her mouth, then bit down on her nipple and pushed a third finger deep into her bottom. The sharp pain in her breast and bottom coupled with the pressure from this thumb on her clit was too much. A scream was torn from her body as Lily came with such intensity she passed out.
Her eyes fluttered open a few moments later when she heard voices in the room.
"Place the tray on the table by the bed."
Papa was talking to the new maid. With a humiliated cry, Lily started to cover herself.
"Stop,” Papa’s command thundered through the room, causing both Lily and the new maid to freeze. "Lay back and spread open your legs," he harshly charged Lily.
"But...," she began to protest.
"Obey me now,” he angrily interrupted. Lily tearfully obeyed. Once again, His Lordship gestured for the maid to place the tea tray by the bed and then dismissed her. The silence stretched as he prepared a cup of tea for himself.
"Roll over onto your tummy."
With a whimper, Lily obeyed. As he sat on the bed by her side, stroking her hair, he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “You covered yourself from my view without my pe
rmission. You have earned yourself a spanking."
Lily solemnly nodded her head. She hated the fact she had disappointed him. She buried her face into the bed covers as she heard him move across the room and open his wooden dressing cabinet to retrieve a heavy leather strap. It was a beautifully crafted two fingered tawse, about eighteen inches long and two inches wide. He also retrieved a long piece of silk. He approached the bed and once again sat by her side.
"This is going to be unlike your previous punishments," he warned in a soft, ominous whisper against her ear, his rough, unshaven cheek brushing her neck. "You need to understand that your transgressions from this point forward will warrant harsher punishments. I am going to tie your hands to the headboard. I cannot risk you injuring yourself."
Lily trembled in fright. She could not even look up. Keeping her face buried in the bed covers, she gave a start when warm hands gripped her wrists and something cool and soft encircled them. The fabric tightened, securing her to the headboard. The bed dipped as Papa rose. Her butt cheeks clenched in fear of the unknown.
"Unclench your cheeks, baby,” Papa softly ordered. The moment she unclenched there was a whoosh and the leather strap made its first contact with her soft, pale flesh. Lily screamed in agony. She had been expecting his bare palm like before. This torment was different. She felt vulnerable and alone stretched out on his bed, bereft of the strange comfort of his lap. The leather strap fell again, kissing the tender spot just under her cheeks at the top of her thighs. Lily cried out in distress as her legs kicked in vain. The strap left a burning, irritating sensation that radiated out far beyond where it fell. Her buttocks felt like it was on fire.
"No more! No more! Please, Papa!" Lily wailed and Papa watched as her beautiful pale cheeks turned a dark, crimson. He could make out the individual welt marks from each strike and only after ten full swats did he finally stopped. Lily sobbed uncontrollably into the bed covers as he bent to release her wrists. He could see raw marks from where she pulled on the silk in her pain. Gently rubbing the feeling back into her hands, he let her cry.
