The Submission of Little Emmie

by Zoe Blake

  "Papa is going to put his cock into his sweet baby girl's tiny pussy. Do you know what that means?"

  Emmie shook her head slowly as tears began to fall down the sides of her cheeks. Having never been completely naked in front of a man, let alone so dreadfully exposed, Emmie was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions of fear and what she would later learn was arousal.

  "It means I will put a part of my body deeply into yours,” he explained. “You will feel me inside of you. Owning you. Controlling you. It will be painful, especially at first, but for you this will always be a mixture of pleasure and pain and in time you will learn to crave it - to crave the intense awareness pain brings, followed by the sweet release of pleasure."

  Emmie began to cry in earnest now. She had no idea how he would be inside her but it sounded horrifying. Seeing no need to delay the inevitable, Lord Burkewood crawled up her prone and bound body till his mouth hovered over her generous breasts. She felt his hot breath across her right nipple moments before his wet mouth closed over the peak, causing her to gasp in shock. He sucked harder now, drawing more of the peak into his mouth and scraping the now sensitive edge with his teeth. Emmie bucked her hips in a futile gesture to dislodge him. He rewarded her effort by clamping down on her throbbing nipple with his teeth.

  For the first time since he entered the room, Emmie finally made a sound. She screamed, and she continued to scream as she began to kick out her legs and thrash her hips from side to side. His relentless grasp eased and he began to lave her nipple with gentle licks. To move from piercing pain to titillation caused a wave of pleasure that spread from her breast to between her legs. Papa chuckled; it was abundantly obvious that his little one had the perfect temperament. He moved to her left breast.

  "Now let's see how you respond when I do the same to this tit."

  Emmie started to sob. "Please, don't. I can't take it."

  "You will be surprised how much you can take," he murmured cryptically as he once again clamped down on her nipple, and Emmie once again screamed. After abusing her nipples for a few moments longer, he slowly made his way down her navel to her pretty, shaved pussy, this time forcing two fingers into her virginal passage as he circled her clit with his tongue. Emmie let out a long tortured moan. It felt so wrong - having a man's mouth there, but she was powerless to stop him as shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands grasped at the cords securing her wrist cuffs, her hips rising instinctively, this time trying to push more of her pussy into his mouth. Lord Burkewood responded by grabbing each precious buttock cheek in his hands and raising her higher as he pushed his tongue inside. Emmie was agonized with a swirl of pleasure and pain - pleasure from his tongue and pain as his hands ruthlessly squeezed her bruised bum.

  She held her breath, starting to feel an intense pressure - as if she were racing towards something unknown. Just as she felt her lungs would seize from lack of air, just as the pressure built to its breaking point, Lord Burkewood began to brutally pump his fingers in and out of her pussy. The combination of sensations was intense and the air rushed out of her lungs in a scream as bright lights burst behind her closed eyelids. As she lay there limp and dizzy, she felt him climb off the bed.

  Emmie peeked through her eyelashes and watched her husband’s silhouetted form in front of the fireplace. He was lighting several tapers, and as he approached the bed with the lit candles she got her first real glimpse of his nude form. His chest looked like a museum marble statue come to life - sculpted with a light dusting of black hair. Of their own volition her eyes traveled down past his abdomen to the appendage jutting from a nest of black curls. It looked to be about eight inches long and a couple inches wide with the top part being even wider. The thing pointed straight out and swung heavily between his legs as he walked towards her. Now she understood. But no! He could not possibly mean to put that in her! As he placed the candles on the table next to the bed and began to climb in, she reacted, bolting up as high as the restraints would allow and pulling her knees close into her chest as she leaned against the headboard. She stared at him with wild, wide eyes.

  "You need not shy away from the light, my dear. What I plan to do to you is just as naughty in the dark as it would be in the light. I don't want your beautiful face covered in shadows. I want to see every emotion, every flinch when I finally enter you. Now be a good girl; lay flat and spread those beautiful legs for Papa."

  When she failed to respond to his command he lost patience. Grabbing her by her right ankle, he dragged her back into position. Emmie yelped in surprise, but with her wrists restrained and both her ankles now in his powerful grasp there was little she could do.

  "Thank you, little one, for helping make a decision for me. I must confess I had not fully made up my mind whether to introduce you to pleasure spankings on the same night I took your virginity. However, I think there is no time like the present. Might as well start as we plan to go on, right?"

  Lord Burkewood calmly reached behind him and pulled another hidden restraint from around the foot post and secured it around her left ankle.

  "I'm sorry,” Emmie pleaded. “I...I...didn't mean to disobey. I was frightened. Please don't punish me!"

  She hated the fact she was reduced to begging but she had no other recourse. But if he heard her cries he gave no indication as he secured her right ankle to the other foot post. She was now fully restrained in the center of his large bed with all four limbs stretched out, with His Lordship kneeling between her legs, his full attention on her shaved, exposed pussy. He could see it faintly glisten from her dew in the candlelight. He used his middle finger to trace the unhidden seam before dipping it in deep. Then he withdrew his finger and slowly leaned over her prone body, his chest hairs brushing her now sensitive nipples.

  "Open up," he said, lightly tracing his wet finger along her bottom lip. "Do not make me say it twice." Emmie immediately opened her mouth to accept the dew-covered finger forced along her tongue. "Do you taste that? That is the sweet taste of your own arousal. You may not fully understand what that means, but I do. That is why I am not listening to your mouth but your body." For the second time that evening, Emmie was forced to taste her own essence. She had a feeling it would not be the last.

  "There are times when you will be spanked for your own discipline as a punishment. There are other times when you will be spanked for my own pleasure. This is one of those times." Emmie began to breathe heavily as she saw his determined, shuttered gaze. He lightly stroked her inner thigh.

  "I cannot stop thinking about these soft thighs, hot from a fresh spanking, gripping my hips as I fuck you for the first time," he said it with a warm smile, but the words sounded ominous. Emmie had no idea what the word fuck meant but it sounded aggressive.

  "I don't want to be spanked and fucked!" she said with a burst of tears.

  "Ah, sweetheart," he said as he gently stroked her hair. "Papa understands this is all very scary for his sweet baby girl. It is scary because it is new and unknown. But trust me. With the sacrifice of pain comes wonderful pleasure, pleasure that can only come from giving yourself completely to me - pleasure so intense you will find you can think of nothing else. This is why I love that you are my little girl with no responsibilities or adult worries. All you have to do is focus on pleasing me and knowing the pleasure I will give you in return."

  He placed a pillow beneath her head, elevating it and giving her a perfect view of her outstretched thighs before returning to his position between her legs.

  "For now, focus on pleasing your Papa," he said, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

  "Say it. Say, 'I want to please you Papa'," he commanded. She was learning very quickly not to disobey.

  "I want to please you...Papa," she said barely above a whisper, whimpering in fear as she closed her eyes in a vain attempt to block out the inevitable.

  "For punishment spankings you will be blindfolded,” he said. “But for pleasure spankings, I want you to keep your eyes open the entire time." He
gave her a pinch on the nipple as he spoke.

  "Say it again."

  "I want to please you, Papa." She just did not realize how much pain there would be for her in pleasing him.

  He held nothing back. The first smack to her defenseless inner thigh sent her hips flying upwards as she screeched in pain. The moment his flat hand made contact, she could feel the soft flesh compress under the pressure then release in a hot, haze of pain. His Lordship alternated between thighs randomly so she could not anticipate the blow. Soon Emmie was sobbing in misery as he tormented her with repeated blows to the soft, sensitive flesh. His spanking of her thighs was far more intense than what she’d endured from the nanny.

  "Eyes on me Emmie."

  She was compelled by his dark voice. When it was finally over, both her heated thighs glowed red. Thinking only of the throbbing, hot pain and trying to maintain eye contact with him, she failed to notice when he raised on his haunches and positioned the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her small cunny.

  Most men liked to powerfully deflower a virgin in one thrust. But not Lord Burkewood. He wanted her to feel every inch as he entered her body. He noticed she was sleek and wet as he pushed himself in. Emmie drew in and held her breath as she felt him breach her tight passage, and a surge of fear coursed through her body when she realized the moment had come. He was, indeed, going to force that large thing between his legs inside of her.

  "No. No. No. No." She mindlessly chanted.

  "Papa has to make his little one truly his and this is the only way."

  He pushed in another inch, glorifying in the feel of her warmed up thighs pressing against him. Feeling her pussy slowly submit to the relentless push of his cock was one of the greatest moments of his life, but one of the worst of hers. She felt violated, as he compelled her body to surrender. She was not just a virgin, but so small compared to her husband, and Emmie was overcome by the feeling of his massive body pressing against her chest as his cock pressed into her tiny cunny. He completely overwhelmed her. He was inside of her - both mind and body. She began to tremble as the powerful sensations and emotions crashed over her in waves. She was so tight she could feel the thick ridge of the top of his cock as it made its way further into her body. She felt impossibly full, as if the invasion had stretched her insides to their snapping point.

  Finally, he reached her maidenhead and she had no concept of what was happening other than the sensation of a sharp stabbing pain. He, of course, knew it was the proof his little one was a maiden and about to become his. Lord Burkewood wanted to savor the moment. There was no need to rush. He pulled back a little and then once again pushed forward, not enough to breach her but just enough to cause another shock of pain.

  "You are about to become truly mine," he breathed against her neck. "After pain comes pleasure." This time he violently thrust forward, pushing through her maidenhead and seating himself fully. Her pussy felt like a vise gripping his cock and she shrieked, for it felt like his cock had just burned her insides. Emmie thrust her hips upwards in an innocent move to escape the misery, but the action only served to grind her now-sore pussy further onto his cock. Lord Burkewood grabbed her hips to keep them anchored and began to relentlessly thrust into her abused body.

  "It hurts!" she screamed. "Papa, it hurts!"

  Hearing her call out Papa in her pain sent him into a frenzy. His left hand grabbed her long locks and pulled down, forcing her head back and her chest out. He then clamped his mouth down on her nipple and began to suckle. His right hand moved between their bodies and his thumb found her clit, circling the little nub in slow, rhythmic circles. Emmie once again began to scream, but not in pain. His mouth on her breast, his hand on her clit, the piercing fullness of his cock inside of her - she shattered. Her mind went blank as bursts of light left her body, taking with them her will to move or even breathe. If this was pleasure she was now its slave. His Lordship thrust several more times before finding his release with a roar deep inside her body.

  "Say it," he growled as he crushed her in an embrace.

  "Papa," Emmie breathed.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Morning Routine

  Emmie was limp and worn out when her Nanny came to collect her for bed a little while later. If she thought it was odd that she would not be spending the night with her husband/papa, she did not comment. Nanny changed her charge into a soft, pale yellow nightgown with a lace hem that ended at the top of her thighs. After once again restraining Emmie’s wrists and thighs and forcing her into the fetal position, Nanny tucked her into bed. She placed Emmie's bunny into her embrace, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and left the room, knowing Emmie would call out if she needed anything during the night.

  Emmie fell asleep immediately, only to be rudely awakened later by hands that grasped her bottom cheeks and forced them open. Startled, she attempted to wrench away which earned her a smart smack from Nanny.

  "Stop fidgeting this instant. I need to take your temperature."

  "Cannot you take it the other way?" she asked desperately.

  "Certainly not. Little girls get their temperature taken rectally. Now stop squirming about or you will start this morning off with a blistered backside young lady."

  Emmie craned her neck around to see Nanny dip just the barest tip of her middle finger into a small glass ointment jar resting on the table by the bed. She swirled the tip of her finger around Emmie's bottom hole twice, watching as it twitched and clenched.

  "Deep breath. Try to relax," Mrs. Pew advised, pushing her finger past the resisting sphincter. She felt Emmie immediately clench down on the invading digit and smiled. His Lordship was indeed a lucky man, she thought. How responsive her little charge would be when he finally took her rosebud! The nanny twirled her finger around, pushing it in and out several times. Each time the little rosebud pucker resisted.

  Nanny, and His Lordship for that matter, did not believe in anything but the barest amount of lubricant when doing anything to a little one's bottom hole. It was instructive for them to strain to accommodate whatever was put in their bums, whether it be a finger, a cock or something else.

  "You are going to feel something cold and metallic at your bottom entrance,” the nanny said. “I recommend you don't wriggle about. The thermometer is glass and we would not want it to break while up your bottom now would we?"

  She once again spread Emmie's buttocks and the girl gave a small whimper when she felt the cold tip push against her anus. She was still fully restrained, so there was little she could do to prevent this intimate intrusion and could only wince as the thermometer was forced deep into her bottom. It was cold and hard and felt uncomfortable and foreign. Emmie desperately wanted to pull it out, but there was nothing she could do.

  Finally having pushed the instrument several inches into Emmie's unwilling bottom, Nanny gave the thermometer a twist for good measure. She said nothing as she began to time the procedure with her ever-present silver watch fob.

  "You will stay still,” Mrs. Pew said. “We must leave that up your bottom for a good five minutes to make sure we have an absolutely accurate reading." Nanny patted the top of her head and began to move about the room straightening. Emmie in the meantime was in both physical and psychological misery. She knew it was her duty to obey her husband. But again she found herself unsure of whether she could endure the type of life he was insisting upon. To be treated like a little girl was so humiliating. But it was also strangely liberating. After having to endure so much responsibility in her stepfather's household at such a young age, the idea of never having to worry about such things again was enticing. Sure there was pain, but there was also pleasure, and she found herself playing her husband’s...her Papa's...words from the previous night over and over in her head. All you have to do is focus on pleasing me and knowing the pleasure I will give you in return.

  "There now. All done." Nanny’s voice pulled Emmie from her thoughts as the older woman gently removed the thermometer. "And a perfect
temperature too! You are a very good little girl! Now, let's get you out of your bedtime restraints and into a nice warm bath."

  Emmie let Nanny unbuckle the heavy leather restraints as she thought how lovely a warm bath would be. She was still sore from last night and just the thought of what Papa had done in his bed brought a soft, blush to her cheek. Emmie felt like a toddler as she hobbled to the bath. Her legs were weak from being kept in such a tight position for so long and so Nanny led her by the arm into the bathing room and up to the large clubfooted tub where soft curls of steam rose above the welcoming water.

  "Arms up," Nanny said as she grasped the short hem of Emmie's nightgown and slipped it over her head. "Now in you go."

  Emmie climbed into the bath and Nanny soaped up a small bathing cloth. She started to rub her charge’s back and arms and did not stop till Emmie’s skin glowed a pretty pink. While scrubbing her back, Nanny's hand went straight down and forced its way between her butt cheeks.

  "Ouch. Not there," Emmie cried.

  "Hush. Judging by what you and His Lordship were probably doing last night you need a thorough washing!"

  Emmie blushed hotly at the mere thought of Mrs. Pew knowing what transpired in his bed last night. She stayed mum throughout the rest of the washing, even when the nanny turned her attention to between Emmie’s legs.

  Both were so caught up in Emmie's bath they failed to notice Lord Burkewood lingering in the doorway, watching. He took in the wonderfully domestic scene, watching his child-bride blush as Mrs. Pew washed her pussy. He smiled warmly, memories of her deflowering still fresh in his mind.

  "Now time to wash that lovely hair," Nanny said in her no-nonsense tone.

  "I would like that honor, Mrs. Pew." Emmie’s Papa entered the bathing room and Emmie startled, quickly lowering her shoulders below the water level to try and cover her breasts. His Lordship’s powerful masculine presence was even more pronounced in the small, girlish room. He began rolling up his shirtsleeves as he approached her in the tub.