by Zoe Blake
"You're mine," he growled as he pushed deeper into her body. "Mine to control. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish."
With each possessive declaration he thrust harder, wanting her to not only hear but feel his words. Lily held her breath and fisted the bed covers as she gave herself to him, mind, body and soul. She screamed her release the moment she felt his hot seed brand her as his.
She was awoken with a soft kiss to her lips, early the next morning.
"Wake up, little one. Your nanny is here to take you back to the nursery. You need to get ready. Your first school lesson is today."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A Harsh Lesson
"I don't understand why I need to know this!" Lily huffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She had suffered through the humiliation of another bath at the hands of nanny and was now dressed in a plaid school uniform that ended scandalously at mid-thigh. From her child's school desk, she stared up at a blackboard filled with scribbles and scratches.
"Now. Now. None of that!” scolded Mrs. Temple. “Your Papa wants you to learn how to read and write, young lady. You must begin with your letters."
"I have gotten along just fine without knowing my letters or how to read, so why do I have to learn now?"
"It is not your place to question your Papa! Now, let us resume." Nanny tapped a large, wooden pointer against the blackboard. "A is for Anal. B is for Buttocks. C is for Cock. D is for Dildo. Now write it down in your primer just like on the board."
Lily tried but was easily frustrated. "Why can't we play out in the sunshine like yesterday?" she whined.
"We will as soon as your lesson is finished."
"I don't want to do this lesson. I don't care about my letters.” In a fit of temper, Lily threw her pencil across the room.
"You wicked girl!" shouted the nanny as she quickly moved across the room and yanked on the bell pull. A footman appeared within moments. "Tell his Lordship he is needed in the nursery." With a nod, the footman took off at a run.
"You don't have to tell on me to Papa!" Lily begged. "Please, I’ll be a good girl. I promise! Please, please don't tell Papa!"
"You should have thought of this before you were naughty," scoffed Mrs. Temple. His Lordship had made it very clear that he was to be the only one to discipline Lily. As much as she hated to divulge to him she could not control her charge, Mrs. Temple did not dare disobey his direct order.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Papa's voice was edged with impatience as his masculine presence filled the room.
"Please Papa," Lily cried as she fell to her knees in front of him. "I didn't mean it. I swear, I didn't mean it!"
He rose questioning eyes to the nanny, who quickly filled him in on how disruptive and naughty she had been all morning.
"One of these days your foolish temper will get you into real trouble,” Papa seethed, his anger palpable. “If I have to roast that impertinent bottom of yours every day, I will teach you discipline and self-control.”
Lily sobbed harder, her hands covering her face as Lord Stockton grabbed her by her shoulder and hoisted her to her feet. Taking hold of her upper arm, he dragged her over to the large teacher's desk.
"Bend over," he ordered. Lily tearfully obeyed and felt His Lordship grasp the waistband of her drawers and ruthlessly shove them down to her ankles, exposing her vulnerable backside. When reached for the long, wooden pointer resting across the desk, she began to cry harder.
"No, Papa. Not with that! Please, use your hand. Please!" Lily sobbed and tried pull the pointer out of his grasp. He held it out of her reach and used his other hand to push her back down onto the desk.
"Try to interfere with your punishment again and I will double it," he threatened through clenched teeth. "You will learn discipline, Lily, if I have to spank you every time you give in to your foolish temper."
He raised his hand and brought the pointer down on her bottom with a loud crack. Lily screamed and gripped the edge of the desk harder in her pain. There was another crack as the unrelenting wood made contact with her soft, yielding flesh. Lily cried out as the scalding pain radiated across her cheeks like stinging pin pricks.
"What is 'A' for, Lily?"
"I don't know," sobbed Lily. Rand cracked the pointer across her backside again. "I don't know! Please, stop!" She wailed as she bounced on her toes trying to cool the flaming, hot pain across her bum.
"What is 'A' for, Lily?" he asked again.
"Anal! A is for Anal," she screeched in desperation. He gave her several more severe swats with the pointer.
"What is 'B' for?"
"Buttocks," answered a weakening Lily, the fierce punishment and uncontrollable crying wearing her out. Rand took in the faint purple welts starting to appear on her crimson cheeks and put the pointer aside.
“Ask me to fuck your bottom as penance for your bad behavior,” he spoke with harsh resolve. He knew accepting his cock into her back passage was still painful for Lily and would show her true atonement.
“Oh, Papa. Anything but that, please,” she pleaded.
“Ask me to fuck your bottom, Lily,” he said, showing no signs of relenting.
“Please fuck my bottom, Papa,” she whispered, her voice wavered with anxiety.
"Mrs. Temple, please get the jar of ointment and Lily's pacifier," he ordered as he stood back and loosened his trousers. Lily moaned in abject misery. Mrs. Temple returned with the asked for items. Rand opened the ointment as he motioned for the nanny to place the pacifier in Lily's mouth, its large bulbous tip mimicking the head of a cock. Lily tried to close her lips and turn her head, but Nanny quickly grabbed her by the jaw and pushed the pacifier in.
Rand rubbed only enough lubricant along his cock to prevent him from tearing her sensitive ring. Grabbing her sore cheeks, he forced them open, exposing her puckered hole. Pushing his cock against it, he encountered feeble resistance as she tried to clench her buttocks. The attempt earned her a quick, stinging slap. Lily's cry was muffled by the large pacifier as Rand slowly pushed into her dark passage, wanting her to feel every painful inch.
Lily felt the skin around her rectum stretch and strain to accept the sizable head of his cock. Papa pushed down on her lower back, forcing her ass up and widening her rosebud just enough to force the head through. Lily groaned, her head spinning from the sudden spike of pain. The pressure built as he forced himself deeper into her bowels until the base of his cock felt the heat from her roasted bottom. Rand paused for a moment, fighting the need to powerfully shove in and out of her gripping heat. He wanted to teach her lesson, but had no desire to truly harm her. With a tight rein on his control, he withdrew, then slowly, deliberately pushed back in, repeating the motion till he felt her inner muscles slacken to accept him. Lily whimpered as the pace of his thrusts increased, bracing herself against the desk as each thrust rocked her sore body. His chest heaved as he forced his hips forward. Pushing himself in to the base, he came with a roar.
Lily cried with relief when he pulled out and relieved her of the painful pressure and cramps caused by his intrusion. Rand straightened his clothes and moved around the desk, going down on his haunches until he was level with Lily's tear-stained face. Without a word, he pulled the pacifier from her mouth and moved to stand behind her again. She mewed and squirmed when he grasped her bruised cheeks and once again pried them open to push the nipple of the pacifier into her abused, gaping hole. Lily jerked in discomfort each time he twisted the pacifier. He gently pulled the cum coated pacifier from her bottom and returned to face her.
"Open your mouth."
Lily's pain-filled eyes pleaded with him, but would not relent, "Open your mouth, Lily," he repeated. When she finally, reluctantly obeyed, he pushed the pacifier back in, filling her mouth with the salty taste of his cum. Rand cupped her face, using his thumbs to brush away the tears.
"Did my little girl learn her lesson?"
A woeful Lily nodded her head.
"Good." He pi
cked her up and carried her across the room to her crib, tenderly laying her down on her stomach. "Mrs. Temple is going to rub a soothing salve onto your bottom and then I want you to take a nap." He left the room as Lily started to cry.
Later that evening, Lord Stockton leaned against the headboard as he cradled a naked Lily in his lap. He watched as her small, pink mouth puckered around the nipple of the bottle he held. He’d filled it with warm milk and a mild sedative that would help her sleep. She had learned a harsh lesson today, but he knew she would be better for it. Lily sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder as her eyes softly drifted closed. He held her in his arms for another hour before tucking them both under the warm covers, holding her as she slept.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A Lesson from Papa
Several days later, Lily proudly entered Papa's study, eager to show him all she had learned. After her punishment, she had become a model pupil, studying her letters and even learning to read a few sentences.
"Papa, Nanny says because I have been a good girl I'm allowed to spend the afternoon with you!"
Rand watched as his sweet little one came around his desk to give him a kiss on the cheek. She was dressed in a pale blue dress embroidered with yellow and pink flowers. The short, childish length allowed him a peek of her ruffled covered bottom. Her beautiful hair fell down her back in soft waves held in place by a simple yellow bow at her temple. She looked adorable. He pulled her onto his lap and began to unbutton the front of her dress.
"Oh, Papa," she teased. "I want to show you how I can read now."
"Read to Papa while I play with your cute titties," he said warmly as he exposed her creamy flesh unhindered by corset or stays. He rubbed his middle finger around the aureole of her perfect, pink nipple and watched as it perked under his attention. Rand could not resist leaning down and pulling it into his mouth for a taste. Lily arched her back and grasped his hair, silently begging for more. He pulled her short skirt up and pushed his fingers through the slit in her lace drawers, caressing her soft, shaven, pussy.
"Hop up on my desk, little one. Papa wants to taste you."
Lily bit her bottom lip, nervously looking at the bright sunshine flooding the room through the open windows.
"But, Papa..."
"Does my little one want her pussy spanked before I lick it?"
Lily pushed off his lap and hopped up on the desk without hesitation. The memory of her first pussy spanking was still fresh in her mind.
"Lay back," he ordered, and Lily immediately responded to the quiet authority in his voice, as always. "Pull your dress up and spread your legs," he continued, his voice thick with desire. Lily tentatively grasped the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it upwards, unintentionally offering him an innocent strip tease. She placed her slippered feet on the edge of the desk and opened her knees.
"Wider."
Lily obeyed and spread her thighs as far as she could. Rand grasped the edges of her drawer's slit and tore it up the seam. Lily cried out in dismay. Rand smiled, thinking he would buy her a pair for every day of the year just so he could tear them off her. He looked down at her soft petals, the pink skin flushed with desire. He stroked one finger down the dew soaked seam.
"Did you like when Papa shaved your pussy?"
"No, Papa. I was frightened I would get cut," said Lily with a pout.
"Papa would never let that happen," he assured her as he continued to stroke just the outer lips, hearing her breath hitch with desire. "Your pussy is now even more sensitive to my slightest touch." He leaned down and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy, still teasing her by not delving inside the petals. Lily's breathing came heavy as she hopelessly wrinkled the dress in her grasp.
"See," Papa chuckled, and then grew serious. "Offer your pretty pussy to me," he rasped, his voice low and dark. When Lily paused, uncertain what he was asking, he grasped both her wrists and brought them between her legs. "Open your pussy lips for me so I can taste you."
A scandalized Lily obeyed. The idea of holding herself open for him down there caused her cheeks to flame even hotter. Rand leaned in and gently blew his heated breath against her exposed bundle of nerves. Lily clenched her buttocks as goose bumps rose along her thighs at the intense sensation he brought with only his breath. Rand ran his finger down her open pussy, coating it in her own dew before continuing to her hidden hole.
Lily started when she felt his fingertip press against her little puckered hole. She clenched it tight and tried to rise up on her elbows.
"Lay back down this instant before I get my riding crop and really give your pussy a spanking," he hissed. With a soft whimper, Lily laid back down on the hard surface of his desk. "Unclench your bottom," he ordered and Lily did her best to comply but could not stifle a yelp when he pushed his finger to the hilt deep into her back passage. His finger was far smaller than his cock, but she was still sensitive there. Rand swirled his finger around her tight heat a few times, making sure her bottom hole was coated in her own dew. Once his finger was deep in her bottom, he moved his thumb to her pussy entrance.
"Ask me to fuck your bottom and pussy with my fingers."
"Papa, please..."
"Ask me," he ordered more sternly as he gave her pussy a quick slap with his free hand. Lily jumped at the sudden stinging contact.
"Please fuck my ... my bottom and pussy with your fingers."
"Good girl." Rand pushed his thumb into her small pussy, teasing the tender nerves at the entrance. He pinched his fingers closed, letting her feel the thin barrier that separated the two entrances to her body. Lily's hips rocked up at the powerful stimulation. She screamed in pleasure the moment his lips latched onto her clit, sucking it as he brushed the tip with is tongue. He matched the rhythm of his swirling tongue with the thrust of his fingers as Lily came on his mouth. He licked her sweet dew before allowing her to rise up and push down her dress. Then he placed her back on his lap.
"Now read Papa what you have brought."
It took Lily a few moments to catch her breath before she was able to obey. She reached for the piece of paper where three sentences were written in careful penmanship Lily spared a shy glance at Papa. At receiving his encouraging nod, she took a deep breath and began to haltingly read.
"Good girls obey their Papas. My pussy and bottom are made for Papa's cock. I must always swallow Papa's cum." Lily beamed proudly when she had finished all three sentences without any mistakes.
"I am very proud of you, baby girl," Rand said affectionately. "But you forgot something." Lily frowned and looked down at the paper, sure she had not missed a word. Rand grasped her chin, and forced her to meet his gaze, running his thumb across her full bottom lip. "You forgot to mention, your mouth is also made for Papa's cock." Lily blushed as he pushed his thumb past her lips and rubbed it against her tongue.
"I think it is time for another lesson in sucking Papa's cock. On your knees, little one."
Lily slowly slid from his lap onto her knees between his legs.
"Arms up," he said as he reached for the hem of her dress, drawing it over her head along with her chemise. "Papa wants a better view of your beautiful breasts." He admired their fullness, the gentle slope that ended in pretty, pert nipples.
"Lace your fingers behind your back. Do not move them," he said as undid his trousers and pulled out his engorged cock. Weaving his fingers into her soft locks on either side of her head, he grasped her hair.
"Papa is going to guide your head down his cock. Now be a good girl and open your mouth nice and wide." He rested the head of his cock on her full bottom lip as he instructed her. When Lily whimpered and tried to pull back, he tightened his grasp and pushed her head forward. His cock slid past her lips, pushing deep into her mouth.
"Breathe through your nose and remember to cover your teeth," he commanded gruffly as he pushed into her warm, wet mouth another inch, groaning as he felt her tongue instinctively swirling along the underside of his length.
; "Look at me," he ordered, waiting till her big brown eyes met his own. He could see the fear and anxiety in their beautiful depths. "I'm going to push till I reach the back of your throat. Do not struggle or I will push my cock in further. Do you understand?" In his tight grasp, Lily could only slightly nod her head.
He slowly thrust deeper into her mouth, feeling her throat muscles contract and tighten around his shaft as she started to gag. Despite his warning, Lily began to struggle, unlacing her fingers and pushing against his knees.
"Put your hands behind your back this instant," he angrily commanded, giving his cock a harsh thrust forward as a warning. Lily obeyed with a sob as the tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks. When the tip of his rigid length hit the back of her throat, Lily gave a brutal gag, opening her throat wider and allowing him to push just past. He stayed there a moment, weakening her throat muscles, listening to her breathing raggedly through her nose.
Lily thought she was going to die. She could not breathe. Her tongue felt crushed against the bottom of her mouth. Her throat burned as she tried to cough and gag around his shaft. She desperately wanted to break away but his strong grasp on her head, along with his strict warning, kept her at bay. Mercifully, he pulled back, but the moment was short lived, before he thrust back in. He continued to abuse her mouth until she had swallowed six inches of his shaft, just two shy of taking him whole. Just when she thought she could take no more, he pulled free of her mouth.
Grasping his cock, he stroked it violently. "Keep your mouth open,” he ordered. “Papa's going to cum on your little pink tongue." Lily squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hot cum hit her tongue. She waited till he gave the order.
"Swallow."
Lily obeyed, then burst into tears. Rand pulled her up onto his lap. He wiped her tears away and stroked her hair. "Don't cry, baby. You did very well. Soon you will learn to love sucking Papa's cock."
"Yes, Papa," she answered tearfully, her voice low and hoarse, her throat still burning.
