by Zoe Blake
Emmie began to wring her hands. It was torture listening to them talk over her like this, especially since after today's lesson with Nanny she knew a bit more about what they were referring too.
"Later tonight." Papa smiled affectionately at Emmie as if he hadn't just said something terribly ominous.
Lord Evers lifted Emmie's chin up.
"Open your mouth," he commanded and Emmie, afraid to disobey, complied. "How ever are you going to fit your cock in this tiny mouth?"
"Come here, Emmie," Papa said as he sat in a wing chair by the fire. He pulled her between his legs. "Open your mouth."
Again she complied and he pushed the index and middle finger of his right hand between her open lips.
"Suck on my fingers," he ordered, grasping her behind the neck with his left hand. "I'm going to push two more fingers in," he told her, and she tried to shake her head no, but was prevented by his tight grasp on her neck. She grabbed his wrist in a futile attempt to force his fingers out of her mouth.
"None of that now,” Lord Burkewood warned. “Put your hand down or I will put you over my knee and bare your bottom in front of our guest here and give you a thrashing." After a few more moments of her awkwardly sucking, he pushed a third and fourth finger into her mouth, forcing it into an "O" shape.
"You see Alex. It is all in the training," Papa said as he removed his fingers. Alex laughed out loud.
"Richard, you are the master."
Emmie stood quietly before the fire, eyes downcast and silently weeping. Both men stood as Mr. Shaw announced dinner and began to make their way into the dining room. If Emmie were truly the lady of the house, she would have been escorted into dinner on the arm of her husband, but as a little girl, the men expected her to meekly follow behind.
"Emmie, don’t dawdle. Come along,” Papa admonished as he glanced over his shoulder and noticed she had not moved. Emmie did not stir.
"Emmie, I won't tell you again." Emmie still did not move, but stayed in front of the fireplace as if in a trance.
"Well, Alex, it looks as if you will be a witness to another form of training. Punishment for naughty behavior."
On hearing that Emmie was spurred into action.
"No!" she cried, and tried to make a run for it. But she barely made it two steps before Papa had her by the upper arm and dragged her kicking and screaming back to the wing chair.
"Alex, old boy. Please hand me the blindfold located in the middle drawer of the sidebar over there." By the time Alex returned with the blindfold, Lord Burkewood had Emmie secured over his lap with her dress flipped up.
"Pull her drawers down. It will help add to her shame,” Lord Burkewood said. “Do you hear that baby? Lord Evers here is going to be the one to bare your naughty bottom." Emmie's body was wracked with sobs as Lord Evers exposed her ample butt cheeks, noticing the red welts from earlier.
"Ah, I see she has already felt the kiss of a paddle." Lord Evers held her hands down as her Papa tied the blindfold over her eyes. Emmie was plunged into terrifying darkness, her naked buttocks exposed to her Papa and Lord Evers, a practical stranger.
"Now why the blindfold?" Lord Evers asked.
"I feel as though it adds to the fear and shame, thus making the punishment more effective if she has no warning of what disciplinary tool I have chosen." At that, Mr. Shaw entered the drawing room with a selection of punishment tools on a silver platter. He was nothing if not an efficient butler, always anticipating His Lordship's needs.
"I took the liberty of telling the cook that dinner will be delayed." Mr. Shaw intoned as he offered the platter. Emmie started at the sound of his voice. She began to sob even harder as she realized there was now a third man staring at her naked backside, a witness to her humiliation.
"Very good, Shaw." His Lordship stated as he chose a nice, heavy wooden hairbrush. A classic. He turned his attention to Alex. "I never do fewer than twenty strokes,” he said with shocking calmness.
He raised his hand. The first blow landed on her sit-spot and Emmie howled in agony. All she could tell was it was wooden and caused a searing pain. Each blow was worse than the preceding one, and Emmie was soon crying so hard she was choking. Lord Evers continued to hold her hands folded at the base of her lower back, away from her backside. By the twentieth stroke, Emmie was in a haze of burning torment.
Lord Burkewood briefly put down the brush and deliberately ran his hands over her bruised and reddened buttocks. "This is the only way my little one will learn to accept this is her new life,” he said and picked the brush back up and flipped it so he was holding the bristle side with the handle protruding. He pushed the handle into her wet pussy and gave it a good twist before pulling it out and raising the handle, wet with her juices, for his friend's inspection.
Lord Evers gave out a bark of laughter. "Why you bad little girl, howling and complaining when all the while you secretly enjoyed every minute."
Emmie could not comprehend what he was talking about. If the pain of her bruised backside was not enough, the wooden object had been shoved into her pussy, which was still swollen from today's training. It was agony, and it was only about to get worse.
"No time like the present to begin her anal training. Alex, please part her cheeks for me."
Lord Evers released Emmie’s now limp hands and reached over her to pry her rosy, red bottom cheeks apart as Lord Evers pressed the tip of the wooden object against her resisting orifice.
"I'll be good, Papa! I'll be good. Please don't stick that there," Emmie shrieked to no avail, covering her face with her hands. But Lord Burkewood ignored her pleas and continued to apply pressure to her bottom hole till the tight quivering ring gave and the wooden hairbrush handle slid in an inch. Since it was only lubricated with her juices, he would not push it beyond a few inches. Emmie squirmed, trying to escape the foreign feeling of having something pushed so deeply into her bottom. It was far harder and wider than the thermometer that morning!
"Emmie, remember your lessons? Where is Papa punishing his little girl right now?" Emmie refused to answer so he pushed another inch of the hairbrush handle into her straining little rosebud. She groaned in pain and discomfort.
"Where?" he demanded again.
"In my ass," she replied, on a choking sob. Papa pulled the handle out to the very edge and then slowly pushed it back in, watching with his friend as her small hole was forced open by the unrelenting wood.
"It's like a small puckered mouth straining to swallow a wooden cock," laughed Lord Evers.
Emmie began to whimper as Papa twisted the object in her ass. He twirled it in one full circle, stretching the entrance to her bottom hole. He knew this was only the beginning. In due time, his little one's bottom hole would be stretched by all manner of objects from various shaped dildos to enema nozzles to his cock. He would have to be patient. She was extremely tiny and tight. It would take patience and careful training before she would be able to accept his cock with an acceptable amount of pain. He wanted to keep her tight enough where she would always need to strain to accept him but not so tight she tore if he chose to take her asshole roughly. Papa gave the handle one last small push, seating it just over two inches into her back passage and sat back to admire how it looked protruding obscenely from her two crimson globes.
"Emmie, I am going to have you stand now. You must keep the object Papa has placed in your bottom in place by squeezing your reddened cheeks. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head and Lord Burkewood made sure her back hem was secured around the special button he had placed between the shoulders of all her dresses before helping her rise slowly off his lap.
He gently removed the blindfold. Her face was blotchy and wet from tears and her eyes swollen from crying. She stood before him sniffling and awash in shame. She tried to reach back to feel the object pushing into her bottom but he grabbed both of her wrists. Emmie could feel the object start to slip and squeezed her butt cheeks to keep it in place, sending a fresh wave of pain acros
s the surface of her badly bruised bottom.
"Tell Papa what you are feeling right now."
"I...I..." She was so mortified at her predicament she could not even form the words. She had just been soundly beaten with some kind of wooden object that was at this moment shoved up her rectum. To make matters worse, it was not just Papa who witnessed her shame, but a male friend of his as well!
"Go on. It is part of your punishment, Emmie, to articulate how you feel."
"I am so ashamed!" She broke down. "My bottom is so very sore. Papa, please take it out."
"Not until you at least see my view, old boy." Lord Evers chimed in. He was seated behind Emmie in the second wing chair by the fire, giving him a delightful view of her red and bruised bottom as her cheeks quivered and strained to keep the hairbrush in place.
Lord Burkewood took Emmie by the shoulders and turned her to face Alex. "Apologize to Lord Evers for delaying his dinner with your naughtiness."
"I am very sorry for delaying your dinner with my...with my naughtiness, Lord Evers." Emmie whispered.
Lord Burkewood moved behind her as she spoke, relishing the backside view she now presented. When she shot him a pleading look over her shoulder at him, he motioned for her to turn back around to face him.
"Since Lord Evers is our guest, I think he should be the one to remove the object from your little rosebud." Emmie's face flamed even hotter at the notion but remained silent.
"I would be honored," Lord Evers said with humor and aplomb.
Papa placed his hand at the back of her neck and slowly pushed her down till she bent at the waist with her face in his lap. She felt Lord Evers’ cool fingers once again part her butt cheeks as he gently slid the offending object out. Emmie gave a sigh of relief as she felt her bottom hole contract. Lord Evers handed the hairbrush to his friend.
"You may stand Emmie."
She was horrified to see what Papa had in his hand. It was the hairbrush Nanny had used on her hair earlier this evening. It had been inside of her! Papa's eyes followed her gaze.
"Yes Emmie. I just paddled you with your very own hairbrush. I used the handle part in your little bottom hole to help stretch it. Now every time Nanny brushes your hair you will remember your punishment here. I think it is past time we moved into dinner. No, Emmie. You must keep your hem up and your red bottom exposed for a while longer."
Lord Burkewood grasped her by the upper arm to lead her out of the drawing room, across the main hall and into the dining room...all with her naked bottom on full display. When they entered the dining room, Papa took her by the shoulders and directed her into the nearest corner.
"You will stay with your nose pressed into this corner and your naked bum exposed to the room and servants as you think about what you did, little girl." He gave her bruised bottom a little pat and walked to the head of the table, gesturing for his guest to join him.
As Emmie's mind reeled from all that had just happened, the gentlemen enjoyed a lovely dinner. As the sugared fruit and cheese platter was placed between them and they lounged over a final glass of wine, Lord Burkewood looked fondly to the little girl softly crying in the corner. She really was a treasure, he told Lord Evers. Indeed, he was a lucky man.
"So Alex,” he asked when are you going to finally settle down and get a little one of your own." He wanted his friend to experience the contentment and love he was now feeling.
Lord Evers chuckled at his friend's fatherly tone. "It is not that easy. While I am thrilled you have found a wonderful little girl with an obviously natural submissive temperament, I do not want quite the same. I want a little one I would have to bring to heel, as it were - one with more fight in her. I guess I relish the possible challenge. I want someone with whom this lifestyle would not come easily, someone who would have a daily struggle before ultimately submitting to me."
Lord Evers stared at the ruby liquid in his glass pensively, imagining a future child-bride that may not exist but still hoping she was out there.
"Well, I wish you well in your search,” Lord Burkewood said. “You are a good man, Alex, and I have to believe there is a wonderful woman who is far too spirited for her own good who would benefit from your firm hand. Cheers!" They toasted.
"Now I believe it is time I see to my own little girl," Lord Burkewood said with a grin. "Emmie, come to Papa."
Emmie came straight over and he settled her standing between his knees.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked. She nodded her head yes as she rubbed at her slightly tear swollen eyes. She truly was his precious little girl.
Picking up a simple plate of diced carrots, turnips and pheasant, he selected a juicy morsel and held it to her lips. "Open your mouth."
Emmie did as she was told, taking the piece from his fingertips. She glanced anxiously at Lord Evers as she did so.
"Papa, could I feed myself," she offered hesitantly, very much afraid of earning another paddling.
"No. It pleases me to feed you," he replied as he held up a piece of carrot. "Open your mouth." This time his finger followed the piece deep into her mouth, forcing her to suck on the tip. Lord Burkewood continued to hand feed her till her plate was cleaned. He then handed her a tall glass of milk and bade her drink every drop. Shortly afterward, Nanny came to retrieve her. After watching Emmie's red naked bum disappear out of the room, the men rose and headed to the billiards room for a game and a brandy.
"Let's play a few games. In an hour you can watch Emmie's evening bottle feeding." Lord Burkewood said as he clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder, not missing how the other man’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Evening Bottle
Emmie slowly walked into the study an hour later. She was dressed in a short nightgown with small pink buttons down the front and an eyelet lace edge. Nanny was less than pleased with her outrageous behavior in front of Papa's guest and had not only scolded her, but also had added a few swats with her bare hand to Emmie's already abused bottom.
Her slow pace was due in part to her wounded bum and in part to her extreme reluctance. Nanny had ushered her into the darkened room and left, leaving Emmie to walk the final distance to her Papa and his guest. She clutched the doll Nanny allowed her to bring closer to her chest as she walked. Lord Burkewood was seated on the sofa and Lord Evers in a chair by the fire. They both had brandy snifters in their hands.
"Is it time for my sweet baby girl's bottle already?" Papa asked as he motioned for her to lie on his lap. He reached onto the table behind him and grabbed the bottle filled with warm milk and honey.
"Ask for it."
There was no more rebellion left in her for today. Besides, if she was absolutely honest with herself, she was learning to enjoy getting a bottle from her Papa. She felt safe and pampered in his arms and loved the way he stroked her hair and skin during the feedings.
"Papa, may I have my bottle?" she asked sweetly. He smiled and brought the nipple to her mouth.
"Open your mouth and suck hard, baby."
As she began to draw the warm sweet milk into her tummy, she felt Papa start to undo the buttons down the front of her nightgown. She looked over to where Lord Evers was silently observing them while sipping his brandy and began to whimper.
"Hush. Papa wants to play with his little one's titties while she takes her bottle." Lord Burkewood spread open the nightgown, exposing her bare breasts. He tested the weight of each one in his hand, marveling how full they were compared to her slight frame. Circling the aureole, he pinched her left nipple keeping the pressure on until her green eyes brightened with tears and she began to squirm. He noticed, however, that she did not stop sucking on her bottle. Such a sweet little submissive. She may not fully understand, but it was obvious her body craved his dominance. Leaning down, he laved one nipple with his tongue. He slowly drew it into his mouth and suckled her breast as she suckled her bottle. He applied pressure with his right arm, forcing her to arch her back and push her breast furthe
r into his mouth. He moved his left hand down her naval to cup her pussy through her cloth nappy. He began to suckle in earnest, first the left breast then the right, wanting to see if he could make her cum from only breast manipulation. He lifted his head to whisper in her ear.
"Papa cannot wait to teach his baby girl how to suck his cock later this evening."
Her eyes widened in fright and confusion. He caught and held her gaze as he bent his head and once again laved her nipple, circling it with his tongue. As she trembled in his embrace, he bared his teeth and gently bit down on her nipple. Emmie's world exploded. She dropped the bottle from her mouth as she cried out. She was so delightfully responsive, he thought as he observed her orgasm.
"Good girl," Papa said as he patted her pussy. The gesture brought Emmie back to the present and reminded her in a humiliating rush that she was wearing a diaper. "Finish your bottle," he said as he pushed the nipple past her small pink lips. Once she had swallowed every drop, he refastened her nightgown and stood, still cradling her in his arms. He gave her cheek a loving kiss and then placed her on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. She could see the rocking horse in the corner, and the memory of it caused her cheeks to flame.
"Lucky man," Lord Evers chuckled, and the softly spoken words startled Emmie. She had completely forgotten that she and her Papa were not alone in the study. She gave a cry of dismay and hid her face in her hands. Papa bent his knees to crouch down to her level. He stroked her hair and gave her ponytail a small tug when she would not look up. Her reproachful gaze met his.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of my dear. Lord Evers simply witnessed my sweet one taking her bottle and cumming for her Papa, like a good little girl."
"But, Papa, he saw me naked...he saw...he saw everything!" she cried in frustration, giving Lord Evers a pretty pout.
"Little ones do not have any privacy," he reminded her. "Now, enough of this fussing. Play with your dolly on the floor like a good girl. The adults need to talk."
He patted her head and took a seat across from Alex, accepting the brandy glass he offered. Emmie picked up her doll and began to braid her hair.
