by Zoe Blake
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Training with Papa
"Wake up little one. Time for your training with Papa." Nanny coaxed Emmie awake from her afternoon nap.
She felt surprisingly refreshed. Her bottom still hurt, but the terrible burning and stinging had abated. Nanny redressed her in the blue and yellow ribbon dress and fixed her hair back into its loose ponytail before escorting her to Lord Burkewood’s study. As soon as she walked through the imposing double doors she noticed the rocking horse from her nursery had been placed before the fire.
"Come in Emmie,” His Lordship called, glancing up from some papers on his mahogany desk. “That will be all Mrs. Pew. I will ring when we are finished."
"Yes your Lordship," Mrs. Pew said, and turned to Emmie. "Be very good for Papa and do what he says."
She then left the room, leaving Emmie standing nervously in the study. After the morning's punishment Emmie was more than a little afraid of her husband/papa. She jumped when he broke the silence.
"Emmie, stand on the rug before the fire and remove all your clothing." Lord Burkewood did not even look up from his work as he gave the order.
"Do I have...?” she began.
"If you are about to ask me 'do I have to', I will blister your backside redder than I did this morning and that will be before we start your training." Again, he did not even look up. The coldness of his command stunned her. With no further comment, she took the last few steps to the rug and slowly began to undress. Without the usual adult female trappings it was much easier and, to her dismay, faster.
"Should I...should I remove the nappy?" she asked barely above a whisper.
"Yes," came the curt reply. She removed the two pins holding the cloth diaper and placed it on top of her neatly folded pile of clothes. She anxiously stood before the fire, completely nude, trying to cover up her pussy and breasts.
"Stop trying to shield yourself from my eyes. You belong to me. Do not ever try to hide from me." Lord Burkewood slowly rose from his seat and approached her. Emmie shivered despite the warmth from the fire. He stroked her cheek and then reached behind to grab her ponytail, sliding the full length through his fingers.
"My beautiful little girl," he purred. He then rubbed the back of his index finger down the top of her breast before tweaking a nipple. She stood there, caught in his gaze like a small prey animal.
"Do you have your report card from this morning's lessons?"
She nodded her head and gestured to her pile of clothes. With his permissive nod, she rummaged through the pile to find the small pocket in her dress and pull out the piece of paper Nanny had given her. She handed it to him with trepidation, not knowing what it contained.
After perusing the note, Papa commented. "Very nice. I see you used your nappy like a good baby girl." Her cheeks flamed at the memory. Papa folded the note and placed it on the mantle.
"You will spend each afternoon with me. I will be training you on how to be more sexually aware of your own body and on how to please me. Today we are going to start with that tight cunny of yours."
He took her hand and led her over to the rocking horse. For the first time she noticed there was a protrusion in the center of the realistic looking leather saddle. It was about six inches long, over an inch wide and completely encased in leather. The penis shape was unmistakable.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked, gesturing to the protrusion. All she could do was nod her head.
"Well, I see you were paying attention to your morning lessons with Nanny but I need to hear you say it."
"It's a dildo," she said softly, unconsciously wetting her lips before she spoke.
"It's a dildo...who?" he prodded.
"It's a dildo, Papa."
He smiled his approval and placed her small hand on the dildo, forcing her fingers around the base.
"And where will this dildo go?" he asked.
"In my pussy?" she hesitantly asked. He nodded.
"But why, Papa?" she asked as tears began to gather in her big, green eyes.
"Because your Papa has a big cock and if I take you the way I want, I may tear you. I don't want to hurt my baby girl in that way, so we are going to work on stretching your sweet pussy so it can take my cock more easily. This dildo is smaller than my cock but it is a good start. Let's first see if you are ready."
He reached between her legs and pressed his, long middle finger straight into Emmie’s pussy. She had gotten embarrassingly wet when he had stroked her breast, something she’d hoped to hide from him.
"That's my good little girl. Now up we go!" He grabbed her under the arms and placed her straddling the rocking horse. "Place both of your feet in the stirrups and keep your ass raised."
Emmie grasped fistfuls of the rocking horse's mane in her hands to keep her balance, but Lord Burkewood forced her hands open and placed one on the handle by the horse's ear. The other he pushed between her legs and wrapped around the leather phallus.
"Guide the leather dick into your wet cunny for Papa."
"I don't think I can."
"Perhaps it is too small,” he stated calmly. “I can always change it out for a larger one. Maybe you would have better luck then."
Even in the dim light of the study she could see the glint in his eye. Without another word of protest, she eased herself back and over the leather phallus, placing the tip at her entrance. She felt Papa's hands on her backside, forcing her hips down and onto the dildo. Her pussy slowly gave way to the stiff intrusion.
"Keep pushing down on the dildo until your ass hits the saddle," he instructed. She did as she was told and once she was fully seated, she let out the breath she was holding in.
The sensation was hard to describe. The leather dildo felt foreign and unforgiving jammed up inside of her. Her wetness had eased its way but it still burned, especially since she had not fully recovered from the previous night's deflowering. Lord Burkewood took a moment to appreciate the view. Her backside still bore the welts from this morning’s punishment and would for several days to come. Seeing her red backside on the leather saddle, knowing her pussy was stuffed with a leather cock, he felt his own cock lengthen and harden.
"Rock forward and back," he said as he used his foot to set the rocking horse into motion.
"Oh, please stop it. I don't want to move!" she exclaimed.
"This is not about what you want, little girl. It's about training that tight cunny of yours to please Papa," he reminded her. He walked over to his desk and picked up a long, thin object. When he turned around, Emmie realized it was a riding crop.
"Perhaps you need incentive to move." He struck her ass with the leather tongue of the crop - not very hard, just enough to give her a sting. Emmie screamed nonetheless and started to pump her hips, setting the rocking horse into motion and grinding her sore pussy onto the leather penis. Lord Burkewood leaned against the front of the desk, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. He was enjoying the beautiful view of his little one's tits bounce about as she rocked on her toy horse. Her eyes shone big and bright, both from fear and burgeoning desire. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath came in fast bursts he knew had nothing to do with the exertion of rocking the horse. He reached out with the crop and stroked the top of one bouncing breast.
"Tell me about your lessons today."
She stared back at him with confused eyes, distracted by the sensation between her legs.
"Recite your definitions. What is a pussy?" he asked.
"It is the hole Papa puts his cock in," she said in a soft, slightly breathless voice.
"What is it called when Papa puts his cock in your hole?"
"Fucking," she whispered.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Fucking," she said louder.
"What is a cock?"
"It is what Papa uses to pleasure and punish me."
He moved away from the desk and slowly approached. He placed a finger over her clit and pushed. The increased pressure of
both the leather dildo rocking into her pussy and his finger on her clit was too much; Emmie crashed into her most intense orgasm yet.
"Good girl," he chuckled. "Keep going. You need to cum at least two more times." He gave the horse another push to set it into motion again. Emmie groaned. The rocking pushed her now extremely sensitive clit against the leather saddle. She tried easing her hips up to limit the contact, which earned her another swat on the buttocks from his riding crop. This time he put more force behind the swing, leaving her with a purple welt and a tear-streaked face. His Lordship watched as the saddle surface became wet from her arousal. He stroked her clit again and then moved behind the horse, trailing his finger, wet with her dew, between her butt cheeks. He tapped the tip of his finger against her anus. The rocking horse naturally pushed her hips slightly back and up, leaving her rosebud easily accessible. He swirled his finger around the puckered entrance, relishing in the shiver that wracked Emmie's body. His little one was very receptive to anal play. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her bottom hole up to the second knuckle. Emmie gave out a whelp.
"Where is my finger, Emmie?" he asked casually.
"Don't make me say it," she pleaded.
"Say it or you will get the crop again."
"It's in my...my ass," she hesitantly answered.
"Does it make you feel naughty to have Papa's finger so far up your ass?"
"Yes."
"You like it anyway, don't you?" He pumped his finger in and out of her bottom with the rhythm of the rocking horse.
"I don't know," she answered honestly. All of this was so new and overwhelming.
"It's all right, my sweet baby girl. Papa knows." He continued to manipulate her little rosebud until she came for the second time. By now Emmie was wrung out. She leaned heavily over the neck of the toy horse and was barely rocking.
"It looks like my little jockey needs some incentive to keep rocking. You know dear, there are other areas to receive punishment than just your ample backside." He said as he gave her poor backside another swat with the riding crop, leaving a matching purple welt on the other cheek. Emmie cried out and sat up straight, groaning as the leather phallus pressed deeper into her swollen pussy.
Lord Burkewood grabbed her ponytail from behind and pulled down, forcing her back to arch and her chest out. She stared at him looming over her right shoulder as he raised the riding crop and brought it down on the top of her left breast. Emmie screeched in pain and tried to wrest herself out of his embrace. He brought the crop down again, this time on her right breast and Emmie instinctively raised her hands to protect her vulnerable breasts.
"Put those hands down," he growled, giving each breast another swat from the crop. "Start rocking."
Now Emmie eagerly pumped her hips, hoping her obedience would prevent him from striking her again. She was beyond relieved when she saw him place the crop on the desk. He then turned his attention back to her, reaching out with both hands to lightly pinch her nipples. The beating had brought the blood rushing to her breasts, making them especially sensitive, so when he pinched her nipples, the effect was extremely strong. Emmie came for the third time that afternoon on her toy rocking horse.
When her breathing had returned to normal and the horse had slowly come to a stop, Lord Burkewood gently lifted his child bride and carried her over to the sofa, where he cradled her in his arms on his lap. He reached into a basin of warm rosewater and brought out a wet bathing cloth, which he carefully brushed up and down her arms, legs, torso and between her legs. The warmth helped ease the soreness. He offered her a glass of water, holding it to her lips until she had taken several long swallows. He quietly held her for over a half hour, gently rocking.
"Are you refreshed?" he finally asked, his voice soothing. She nodded, unable to speak.
"Good. It is now time to show Papa what you learned." He reached beneath her hips and worked on the buttons of his trousers, freeing his large cock. He lifted her till she straddled his hips.
"Do it just like on the horse, little one. Grab my cock and ease it into your pussy."
"But I'm so sore," she whined.
"You will often have to please Papa when you are sore, little one. You must learn to work past it to still give me pleasure while finding your own. Now take my cock."
She wrapped her small hand around his cock and lifted her hips until he was poised at her entrance. Taking a fortifying breath, she very carefully eased him into her still wet passage.
While the hour on the horse had loosened her a bit, she was still extremely tight and had to push her hips down to force his cock in. She gave a small sob.
"Shhh....baby girl. Place your hands on Papa's chest to brace yourself and start to rock back and forth."
She did as she was told.
She was such a sweet little submissive, he thought. She was born to be his little girl. He let her rock back and forth on his cock for several long minutes before taking charge. The length of each of his hands easily spanned her small hips as he lifted her up, locking her into place, and began to push into her. The increased speed as he pistoned in and out of her pussy led to her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. Lord continued to pump into her until his own orgasm took over and then - after righting his trousers - he raised himself off the sofa and made her lay down on her back. He once again cleaned between her legs with the bathing cloth before bringing her small pile of clothes over.
"Let's get you back into this nappy." He grabbed her ankles and raised them up till her backside left the sofa and he could slide the cloth diaper under her. Emmie's hands fisted at her sides as she dealt with the shame and humiliation of her husband, the man who just gave her numerous orgasms, diapering her.
"Open your legs, so Papa can pin up your nappy."
Emmie's eyes were squeezed shut as she violently shook her head.
"Emmie, don't make Papa angry. Open your legs."
"Don't make me Papa. It's too embarrassing." she pleaded. Her cheeks were bright red.
"There is nothing embarrassing about a Papa taking care of his little one. Now open your legs."
Defeated she spread her legs just enough for him to place the cloth diaper over her still sensitive pussy and pin it in place. He bade her stand up and proceeded to dress her back into her little girl's outfit.
"Now, sit here quietly like a good girl till Nanny comes to retrieve you." He gave Emmie a fatherly peck on the forehead and left her sitting on the sofa as he returned to his desk to work as if she were a child, seen but not heard.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Open Your Mouth
After her training session with Papa, Emmie spent the rest of the afternoon with Mrs. Pew in her nursery. Nanny had placed her before a cheery fire as she used the hair tongs to curl her thick hair into large sausage curls that hung down her back. The curls closest to her face were pinned into large pink bows that rested just below her ears. A pretty, white lace dress with the lace drawers peeking below the high hem, a pink sash, white socks and black slippers completed the childish outfit.
Emmie was now led by the hand to the drawing room. In the main hall they encountered Mrs. Weatherby.
"Well aren't you adorable?" she gushed. "I hear we were a very good little girl during your training with your Papa today!" Emmie's cheeks flamed with shame.
"Yes, she did a very a good job on her rocking horse," Nanny beamed proudly. Emmie could have died from embarrassment. They were discussing the intimate details of what she did with Papa as if she weren't even there, as if she were a child.
"Well, good little girls deserve a treat,” Mrs. Weatherby cooed. “I've made Cook bake something special for you for your dessert, assuming His Lordship your Papa allows it of course." The housekeeper continued to fuss over Emmie as Mr. Shaw, the butler, approached.
"Thank you Mrs. Pew,” he said. “I can take Emmie from here. His Lordship awaits her in the drawing room."
"Very good, Mr. Shaw." Nanny transferred her hand to Mr. Shaw's and with a pat
on Emmie’s head left the hall for the servant's staircase with Mrs. Weatherby.
"Come along child. Do not dawdle," admonished Mr. Shaw as he pulled her along. As they crossed the threshold into the drawing room, Emmie immediately pulled back. Papa had a guest.
"There is my sweet baby girl,” Lord Burkewood said as she walked in. “Come here and meet a friend of Papa's."
Mr. Shaw gave Emmie’s lower back a small push forward. She approached the men with trepidation. The friend was tall, with dark brown wavy hair and shoulders as broad as Papa's. Neither man stood. Standing was a sign of respect afforded an adult female entering the room, and not to be granted a small child, as Emmie was being treated.
"Why, Richard she is a find," Papa's friend stated with enthusiasm. Emmie gave a start as she realized she’d finally learned her husband's true name.
"Thank you old boy. I am a lucky man.” Lord Burkewood turned to his bride. “Emmie this is Papa's friend, Lord Evers. Be a sweet girl and give him a kiss hello on the cheek."
Emmie walked the last few feet to his friend and went up on tiptoes as Lord Alex Evers leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Lord Evers shared his friend’s preference for subservient, child-like women who needed a firm hand, and for keeping them dependent on their Lord and Master for everything.
"Good girl. Now turn around so Lord Evers can see your pretty dress." Emmie spun around like she was told.
"My, my, she is a tiny thing,” Lord Evers said. “I bet you had to practically pry your cock into that tiny pussy." Emmie flinched at the crude language and tears sprang to her eyes at the way they were talking about her.
Papa laughed. "Had to get her on the training horse right off. Don't want to tear her, don't you know."
"Of course. Of course. Don't suppose you’ve started her oral or anal training?"
