Disciplining the Maid

by Zoe Blake

  "Spread your legs as far as they will go, baby." His voice was low and comforting as he moved the wet, soapy cloth down her stomach. "Papa needs to wash your pussy."

  Lily obeyed, pulling her knees up and letting them fall against the sides of the cast iron tub. He rubbed the bathing cloth between her legs, opening her lips with one hand and pushing against her clit. The warmth of the bath, his touch, her aroused state and the rough feel of the cloth as it scraped against her clit sent Lily over the edge. She screamed her release and almost sagged into the water had it not been for Papa's strong arms around her shoulders, holding her steady. Lily's head lolled against the edge of the tub as she savored the floating, dizzying feel.

  "Lift up, little one. I need to wash your hair." He poured a pitcher of warm water over her hair and then pushed his fingers into the long, wet tresses to gently massage her head and scalp. Lily moaned and squirmed as a tingling sensation once again built between her legs.

  "Reach down and touch yourself for Papa," he instructed, and Lily obeyed, pushing two fingers past her cunny lips and sweeping them across her extremely sensitive clit. She gasped at the intense pleasure; it was almost too much. "Keep touching yourself," he sternly urged, his grip on her hair tightening. The sharp pain of having her hair pulled sent a pleasurable shiver through her body and she gripped the edge of the tub with one hand, her hips shooting up as she pushed her fingers against her clit. Papa roughly forced her head back and his lips crashed down on hers, his mouth swallowing her scream of pleasure.

  Lily felt boneless and sated as Papa lifted her from the tub and began to dry her off. She gave a start when Mrs. Temple spoke, having forgotten the woman was even in the room.

  "The shaving materials are prepared, my Lord," Mrs. Temple advised as she motioned toward the long, rubber mat covered table at the end of the room. "Will we need restraints?"

  "Yes, I believe so," directed Rand as he lifted Lily into his arms and carried her over to the table. She was placed on her back and immediately felt the nanny's strong grasp on both arms as they were stretched above her head and secured in leather cuffs. Lily panicked and pulled at the restraints.

  "Shhh, little one," said Papa as he patted her head and leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead. "Don't fight your restraints, they are for your protection. Papa will be here the whole time."

  "What are you going to do?" asked a frightened and confused Lily as she twisted and turned, trying to get a look at Mrs. Temple, who remained just out of her line of vision.

  "I'm going to shave your pussy so that it is nice and smooth," he answered as he moved to stand at the end of the table. Lily instinctively closed her legs and pulled her knees up to her chest and to the side, trying to hide her nakedness.

  "Now, now. None of that," scolded Mrs. Temple, pushing on Lily's hips and forcing her to lie straight as she opened Lily's knees wide. Lily felt vulnerable and exposed as both Papa and the nanny stared down between her legs.

  "Such a sweet, little pussy you have my dear!" Mrs. Temple exclaimed in admiration. "It will look so much better without all that adult hair covering those pretty, pink lips."

  Papa began to vigorously swirl a boar's hair brush into the shaving soap, working it into a rich, creamy lather. With a warning look to Lily that needed no interpretation, he stroked the foam covered bristles down the sensitive seam between her legs. Lily trembled as the cool lather touched her bath, warmed skin. With gentle strokes, he covered her entire pussy in the rich, velvety foam. She watched in terrified fascination as he picked up a heavy, razor strop and began to rhythmically polish and sharpen a straight edge razor. Lily whimpered as she shifted her hips and once again pulled on her wrist restraints in a futile attempt to escape. Mrs. Temple reached over and placed a strong arm on the top of Lily's knees, quieting her movements. Papa once again turned his attention to between her legs.

  "Lily, I am holding a very sharp razor. I do not want to cut my little one, so you need to be a very good girl and stay very, very still," Rand warned in a soft, placating voice as he placed the cold edge of the razor against her skin. Lily held her breath as he slowly swept the razor down the center of her tender mound. She tried to block out the grainy sound of the razor scraping along her flesh over and over again. She could feel the lather begin to melt under the heat of her skin and slowly slide between her butt cheeks. With each sweep of the razor, more delicate, rosy skin appeared until her entire pussy was laid bare. With a nod from Papa, Mrs. Temple forced Lily’s knees into her chest. Lily cried out at the increasingly vulnerable and uncomfortable position but was ignored.

  Papa used one hand to pry open Lily's buttocks as the other shaved the soft downy hair around her little rosebud. Tears of mortification slipped from Lily's eyes as she dealt with the humiliation of being so closely inspected in such an intimate area. After a few more sweeps of the razor, Papa was finished. He placed a warm cloth between her legs as nanny prepared a soothing salve. Lily was still becoming accustomed to the arousing yet confusing feel of Papa's hands between her legs, so she was fully unprepared for a woman's touch. Nanny's small, supple hand gently applied a cooling salve onto Lily's newly exposed flesh as Papa released her from her wrist restraints. Lily wrapped her arms around his shoulders and softly cried into his neck as he stroked her back in large, sweeping circles and whispered terms of endearment into her ear.

  "I know this is all new to you little one, but I am so very proud of you," he murmured, burying his nose into her fragrant, still damp hair.

  "I have laid out her pale yellow dress with the white lace," interjected Mrs. Temple.

  "Very good. Come along, Lily," said Papa as he carried her naked back into the nursery.

  Mrs. Temple approached them with a pair of ruffled bottom drawers and a soft chemise, "May I, my Lord?" At his nod of approval, Mrs. Temple took Lily in hand and began to dress her. Lily sent a questioning look to Papa, who had taken a seat by the fire and watched through hooded eyes. Not wishing to anger him, she let the strange woman dress her in another childish creation. This one had small cap sleeves and was covered in white lace ruffles over yellow taffeta. The nanny placed Lily on a cushion in front of the fire at her Papa's feet.

  "Stay there like a good girl while your hair dries and the adults talk," ordered her new nanny. "May I offer you a cup of tea, my Lord?" Again at his nod of approval, Mrs. Temple moved to the breakfast tray on a table across the room to prepare his tea. Lily felt a small stab of jealousy; preparing Papa's tea had been her responsibility. She instinctively moved closer to him, feeling better when his warm, strong hand caressed the top of her head in a reassuring gesture. While Lily cuddled against his legs, Papa talked with the nanny about lessons, training and routines.

  "There is no time like the present, my Lord,” said Mrs. Temple. "She is such an innocent. There is much she needs to learn about pleasing you. Might I suggest we start with oral training this morning?"

  "That is an excellent suggestion, Mrs. Temple," Papa agreed. He placed a hand under Lily's chin and lifted her face. "Would you like to learn how to please Papa with your mouth?" At her confused look, he continued. "You know how much you like it when Papa licks your pussy?"

  With an embarrassed flush, Lily nodded yes.

  "Well, Nanny and I are going to teach you how to do something similar for Papa," he said as he reached to unbutton his trousers. Lily raised a questioning gaze between Papa and the nanny, still not fully understanding. She took strange comfort in the reassuring nod she received from the nanny.

  "Up on your knees, dear," Nanny instructed with a push to Lily's shoulders. "That's right, kneel between Papa's legs." As soon as Lily was in position, Nanny continued her instruction. "I want you to reach into his trousers and pull out his cock." At Lily's hesitation, she grabbed Lily's hand and forced it into Papa's trousers. "Don't be so shy girl, we both know you are intimately acquainted with your Papa's cock."

  Lily grasped the hard length of his shaft and pulled till it sprang free.


  "Move your hand up and down the shaft with a nice tight grip,” the nanny continued. “Don't be shy. You won't hurt him," Nanny's soft voice drifted over Lily as she stared in fascination at Papa's cock - this thing that had given her both pleasure and pain. She could feel its pulsing heat beneath her hand as she slowly stroked the long, hard length. Papa leaned back into the plush chair, closing his eyes. He looked peaceful and relaxed, except for his white knuckled grip on the edge of the chair arms.

  "When you reach the top of his shaft, gently sweep your thumb over the head," Nanny continued. "The top bulbous portion is the head of his cock and it is very sensitive." Lily swept her thumb across the top then yelped and let go and sat back on her knees when his cock gave a strong throb and moved in her hand. Nanny took hold of Lily's hand and once more guided it to Papa's cock. "That is perfectly natural, dear. It means he likes what you are doing."

  After a few tentative strokes, Lily swept her thumb across the head of his cock a second time and gasped when a felt silky, moisture coat the head of his cock and her thumb.

  "The moisture is his pre-cum, dear," said Nanny in a calm, clear voice. "It helps him slide his cock into your tight pussy or bum. Keep stroking."

  Lily could feel the heat and tension radiating from Papa. She watched as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. She took her own deep breath through her nose and breathed in the male, musky scent of him. Lost in her own awareness of him, Lily was surprised to hear Nanny's voice.

  "Take the tip of your tongue and push it into the slit on the head of his cock," the older woman now instructed.

  Lily lowered her head to tentatively swipe her tongue along the top of cock, taking in the salty taste and velvety texture.

  "Meet your Papa's gaze,” her nanny continued. “Show him how much you enjoy the taste of him."

  Lily's gaze swept past the head of Lord Stockton’s cock, across his flat stomach and sculpted chest to meet blue eyes lit with a desire so intense she almost forgot to breathe.

  "Again," he said through clenched teeth as he grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her small mouth onto the head of his cock.

  "Listen to your Papa, Lily," said Nanny. "Open your mouth wider so you can take the whole head in. Swirl your tongue across the top and really taste him."

  Lily whimpered as the large head of his cock filled her mouth. She did as she was told and swirled her tongue up and around, filling her mouth with the taste of his salty pre-cum. Papa let go of her and once more leaned back, a study in leashed restraint.

  Nanny stepped up behind Lily's kneeling form, placing both hands on either side of Lily’s face and softly pressing her fingers into the hollows of Lily's cheeks, forcing her jaw down.

  "I want you to relax your jaw," Nanny said in a low voice. "I am going to push your mouth onto your Papa's cock and force it deeper into your throat." Lily's frightened objection was lost as Mrs. Temple tightened her grip on Lily's head and pushed her forward, driving more of Papa's stiff length into her mouth.

  Lily began to gag and tear up, reflexively lifting her hands to push against Papa's knees, trying to free her mouth. Both of her wrists were swiftly manacled in Papa's strong grip and Lily raised startled eyes to see him watching her. Her pleading gaze was ignored as he nodded to the nanny, his silent command to continue the assault on Lily's poor mouth.

  "Stop struggling, dear," scolded Nanny. "Breathe through your nose and cover your teeth with your lips. You will receive a blistering spanking if you should scrape them along your Papa's cock." The nanny continued to relentlessly push Lily's mouth deeper onto his shaft. Lily’s lips stretched obscenely around his girth as she felt the head rest against the back of her tongue. Nanny paused for a moment, allowing Lily to adjust to the feel of Papa's large member invading her mouth. Lily's tongue swished along the sensitive underside, tasting the pulsing, smooth heat of the large cock as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

  Papa groaned as his grip on her wrists intensified to an almost painful degree. Despite her fear and distress, Lily did not miss the subtle sway she held over him. Whenever he licked her pussy she felt dizzy and powerless against the onslaught of sensations. Even in her innocence, Lily intuitively knew she now held the same power over him.

  Slowly, Nanny pistoned Lily's head up and down his shaft, till Lily had taken almost half his length into her unwilling mouth. Lily's jaw slackened, the muscles weak from strain. Papa raised his hips and pushed another inch into her open mouth. Eventually she would take his full length to the hilt, and soon he would know the pleasure of cumming deep down her throat, but not today. Releasing her wrists, he pulled his cock from the warm, wet heat of her tight mouth and stroked his own length.

  Nanny kept her strong grip on Lily's jaw as Papa vigorously worked his hand up and down his shaft.

  "Keep your mouth open, dear," instructed Nanny. "Your Papa is going to cum in your mouth. You must be careful to keep it all on your tongue and not swallow till he tells you too." Lily watched in fascination as Papa's strong hand gripping his cock moved faster and faster along the length. With a loud groan, his hips shot forward as a stream of cum hit Lily's tongue. She tried to pull her head away from the onslaught, but Nanny's grip kept her in place. Lily dutifully held the warm, creamy liquid in her mouth, whimpering as the salty taste made its way to the back of her throat.

  Leaning in close, Papa whispered, "Swallow.” Lily obeyed.

  "Good girl," he said.

  He returned his cock to his trousers and rose to leave. "I will see you tonight, little one,” he said, giving Lily a kiss on her forehead. “Have fun with your nanny today." Lily watched as he left, feeling suddenly shy and insecure in the presence of the strange woman who had observed and participated in so much intimacy.

  "Shall we go play in the garden?" the nanny asked with a pleasant smile.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Mine

  Lily spent the entire day basking in the sunshine. Never, - not even as a true child - had she been allowed to play the day away. During her years in service she would occasionally run errands that would take her by either St. James' or Hyde Park, where she’d lean against the iron fencing and watch the children play. They looked so happy and carefree, twirling in the sunshine till they got dizzy and collapsed onto the cool, sweet grass. In each household she had worked, there had been a beautiful walled in garden - an oasis amid all the noise and dirt of London - with trees and flowers. Some even had small man-made ponds. Lily was never allowed to step foot in any of them. Gardens, flowers, sunshine - those were for the privileged few, not for the servants. Her life had been spent indoors, in the close confines of attic rooms or below stairs where it was always dark and chilly.

  Today, Lily twirled until she got dizzy and collapsed onto the cool, sweet grass. She picked flowers and felt the sunshine on her face as she knelt at Nanny's feet listening to a story. Lily breathed in the fresh air and thought of him. Papa had given this to her, this freedom. She no longer had to worry about working till her back ached or drafty rooms or lecherous footmen or never having enough to eat. Gone were the days of scratchy, second-hand clothes and ice-cold hip baths.

  But at what cost? Lily observed the older woman sitting a few feet away on the stone bench, working on some sewing. This woman was to be her nanny? If Papa had his way, she would have no privacy, no independence. Can one have freedom with no control over her own life, she wondered? Then she thought of how he stroked her cheek when he was pleased or kissed her gently on the forehead, how he’d opened her eyes to the pleasure that could be found when she completely gave of herself to him. He asked much of her, but he gave much in return.

  After a full day of getting to know her new nanny and playing in the sunshine, Lily did not protest when she was fed a simple supper and tucked naked into Papa's bed early in the evening. She snuggled into the soft, downy covers that carried his scent and quickly drifted off to sleep. Sometime after midnight, she felt his warm presence against her back, hi
s arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She stirred and pushed her bottom against his groin as he nuzzled her neck.

  "Papa?"

  "Yes, baby girl," his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the bedroom.

  "I'm not sure I can do this," she said tentatively, worried how he would react. She felt him stiffen, his arm reflexively tightening as he pulled her closer into the protective heat of his body. Rand would not, could not, lose her.

  "I know you are struggling with what I expect from you but I also know you need both the discipline and the pleasure I give you." His hand moved up from her waist to grasp one full breast. Lily gasped and arched her back as he playfully bit her neck and then licked the mark he made. He pushed Lily onto her back, raising her arms above her head and securing her wrists with one hand as he pulled one nipple deep into his mouth, swirling the peak with the tip of his tongue. "My need for control, allows you to lose your own."

  Reaching down between her legs, he felt her sweet wetness. He swirled his thumb around her clit, reveling in her sharp breath intake. Holding her gaze with his own, he slowly brought his thumb to his mouth and tasted her sweet essence. Lily was mesmerized. "Open your legs for me, baby." He moved between her legs and positioned the head of his cock at her tight entrance.

  Lily braced herself, "Will it hurt again?"

  "Would you do it anyway if I said it would?" he asked, needing to know the answer.

  "Yes," she answered simply and without reservation.

  He smiled and stroked her cheek. "No, baby, it won't hurt this time." He slowly pushed into her tight warmth and Lily moaned as she felt her body stretch to accommodate his length. His first few thrusts were shallow, only breaching her by a few inches, for he wanted to stimulate and tease. Lily could feel the pressure build as her body tensed, wanting more. Her hips lifted in a primal invitation and in that moment he released her wrists and grasped her buttocks, thrusting in to the hilt.