by Zoe Blake
"I noticed you have her in diapers," Alex commented casually.
"Yes, almost from the first. It is a very effective tool in reminding my little one of her child-like status in my household. Few things are more humbling, as she will soon be reminded. She had a nice large glass of milk at dinner and another just now. She will not be allowed to leave this study until she uses her nappy."
Emmie felt so demeaned she was not sure she could bear it. Not only were they talking about her as if she were...well, a child...now her Papa expected her to use her nappy in front of him! The memory of using the diaper for the first time this morning during her lessons made her cheeks burn. To make matters worse, what Papa said was true. She had consumed a large amount of liquid and already felt the pressure building in her bladder. She was not sure how long she could hold out.
"Papa, I can't. Please don't make me do it," she pleaded in a soft baby voice.
"You will use your nappy young lady, or you will get another thrashing from me. Do you want me to bare that red bottom of yours again in front of Lord Evers and give it a nice warm paddling?"
"No," she answered defeated. I don't want a paddling I just don't think I could possibly...” Her words drifted off.
"I see. Well perhaps we can help my little one out." He met Alex's gaze and by silent assent they both put their brandy glasses aside and got down on the floor with Emmie. She eyed them both warily.
"Oh huh. I think I see a tickle demon approaching," Papa teased with raised hands. Emmie began to crawl backward in an effort to escape their reach. She did not make it far. Lord Evers grabbed her ankles as Papa reached for under her arms. They both began to tickle her.
"Oh stop! Stop! Please!" Emmie could not help but laugh while she desperately tried to clench her bladder. When Papa tickled her tummy it was too much. The liquid she’d been holding flowed out of her in a warm rush. Both gentlemen could judge by the startled look on her face that their mission had been accomplished and both rose back into their chairs and observed Emmie. She looked from one to other; it took a moment for what had happened to sink in. As soon as full realization dawned, her face crumpled into a mask of abject misery.
"Oh no....oh no...no...no," she sobbed, curling into herself and feeling as young as they treated her. At that moment, Nanny appeared.
"Ah, Mrs. Pew. Perfect timing. Your little charge needs a changing."
"Yes, your Lordship," she said as she collected a distraught Emmie into her arms.
"Face down tonight, Mrs. Pew," he instructed.
"Very good, Your Lordship."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In Papa's Bed
Emmie was inconsolable the entire way back to the nursery. Nanny led her through the main area back to the bathing room. She lifted Emmie up onto her changing table and unpinned the soiled cloth, gently wiping between her charge’s legs.
"Deep breath, dear. You need to calm down." Emmie was too lost in her own misery to react. Would the humiliations never end?
"Open your mouth, dear," Nanny instructed as she pushed a spoonful of nasty tasting liquid past Emmie's clamped lips. "It's just a mild sedative, child."
Emmie was brought back into her little girl room and dressed in a fresh nightgown. It was a sheer pale green with ivory ribbons. The back hem was gathered in a high "v" just below her shoulder blades, leaving her entire bottom bare and exposed. When it looked as if Nanny was getting ready to lead her out of the nursery again, Emmie panicked. She asked if she could perhaps put on a pair of drawers.
"Certainly not," was the only answer she received as she was dragged half naked out of the room by her nanny, who clutched a mysterious-looking box under her arm.
Emmie was once again brought to the dark, masculine confines of Papa's room. Nanny led her over to his massive bed and instructed her to lie face down in the center and place her arms above her head. She did as she was told, frightened of the consequences of disobedience. She felt a tug as Nanny secured her wrists to a thick leather strap attached to the headboard.
“Goodnight, little one." Nanny gave her a small pat on her bare bottom and left the room after placing the wooden box on the mantle. The mild sedative Emmie had been given began to take effect and she drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep. Several hours later, Emmie was roused from her sleep by someone lifting her hips and placing her on her knees. This forced her bared bottom up and her cheek and shoulders further into the bed. Her legs where then pried further apart.
"Papa?" she asked groggily.
"Yes, sweet baby. Don't fret. I know you had a trying day, and Papa is very proud of you. I am going to show you how proud right now."
She felt him press himself against her raised bottom as he placed his hand on her pussy from behind. He pushed two fingers in to the hilt. The time on the Rocking horse earlier that day had loosened her passage just enough to fit Papa's fingers without strain, although her muscles would still be tested when he thrust his much larger cock into her. He scissored his fingers inside her pussy, causing ripples of pleasure from deep in her core. Her fingers clenched around the leather strap restraining her as she forced herself to remember to breathe. She felt him shift on the bed. He grasped globes that still had the prettiest blush from this evening's paddling and slowly parted them. Emmie's mind raced with confusion and trepidation as Lord Burkewood leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss right in the center of her rosebud. He then moved onto his back with his face between her legs and began to lick her pussy. Emmie groaned and tried to thrash her hips, but he firmly took her them into his strong grip and held her steady as he pushed his tongue inside her tight passage. After several thrusts, he shifted his attention to the small bundle of nerves. He pulled her clit between his lips and sucked. The intense feeling sent her hips bucking despite his grip on them. She screamed in an agony of pleasure as she came, grinding her pussy into his mouth. He repositioned himself behind her.
"This time I want you to cum from my tongue in your ass."
"What? No, Papa," Emmie weakly pleaded. She was still recovering from her extreme orgasm and could not imagine feeling that way again so soon, let alone from what he was suggesting.
"Your Papa knows what's best for his baby girl. Your little bottom hole took quite a punishment today. Let me kiss it and make it better."
Parting her cheeks, he stared at her little pink rosebud. He softly blew on the hidden entrance and watched as it puckered in anticipation and fear. Emmie whimpered and squirmed. He gave her right cheek a quick stinging blow. She yelped more out of surprise than any real hurt but did not dare squirm again. His cock felt like it would burst he was so eager to sink himself deep inside of her warmth but he resisted. He wanted to give his little one more pleasure before he sought his own. He pushed out his tongue and licked from the base to the top of her rosebud, leaving a glistening trail and rimmed her puckered hole, delighting in the aroused moan it elicited from Emmie. He swirled his tongue around the rim one more time before stiffening it and forcing it in past her tightened sphincter. He grasped her sore butt cheeks as he thrust his tongue in and out of her bottom hole.
Emmie was awash in conflicting emotions. She knew what he was doing was wrong and naughty but her body didn't seem to care. She stopped breathing and sparks flew behind her eyelids and she came in a burst of white-hot light. For Lord Burkewood, it was a pleasant surprise to learn how his little one was so anal oriented. He would have to begin her anal training in earnest very soon.
He removed his tongue from her ass and rose to his knees to position the tip of his cock at her tight pussy entrance. Grabbing her hips, he forced her back onto his rigid cock in one violent thrust, forcing her down on his cock. Emmie screamed in pain as her cunt muscles strained to accept his thick shaft. Despite being slick with her cream and his attempts to stretch her cunny with the leather dildo she was still very small and his wide cock burned deep inside of her with each thrust.
"Please take it out. It hurts," she sobbed. It would always be so for his litt
le one. She was simply too tiny to ever be able to take his cock easily. He wanted her to grow accustomed to the discomfort and reach through it to the pleasure that always floated at the edge of pain. Ignoring her cries, he continued to brutally thrust into her sore pussy till he felt his cock swell and his balls tighten. He reached around her hips and played with her clit. When he felt her tense, felt her breath hitch, he knew she was close to peaking. He gave her clit one last flick and, burying himself to the hilt, came with a roar, flooding her passage with his seed. She came for a third time that evening moments behind him. Her pussy clenched and milked his cock of every last drop.
After taking a few moments to recover, Lord Burkewood left the bed and returned with a warm cloth, which he pressed against her swollen pussy lips. Her only response was a small moan. He left her to rest as he walked to the small table under the window with various amber liquids displayed in cut crystal decanters. He poured himself a drink and strolled naked over to the mantle to stare into the fire's dying embers. It had been an intense experience and even he needed a moment to collect his thoughts. He loved and cherished his little one and had no doubt she was the perfect child-bride for him but he was unprepared for how strong his feelings ran. He wanted to possess her body and soul. He wanted to control her every waking breath, her every thought, her everything. He took a deep breath to calm his roiling emotions. He took the poker and stoked the flames. It did little to calm the storm inside of him. He wanted, he needed, to be inside of her, to fill her with his essence.
He returned to the bed and released her from her wrist restraints. Grabbing a pillow in one hand, he helped Emmie from the bed and led her across the room. He dropped the pillow on the rug in front of the fire and placed Emmie on it on her knees. He then placed the wooden box on the mantle within easy reach. She stared up at him with sleepy, sated eyes. Leaning down, he grasped her cheeks and tilted her head back, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"You had your bottle of milk earlier. Now Papa wants to give you some warm cream." He pressed his thumbs into the middle of her cheeks forcing her jaw down.
"You are going to keep your mouth open, my sweet baby girl, while Papa places the head of his cock inside. I want you to cover your teeth with those pretty pink lips."
He placed his cock at the entrance to her tiny, doll-like mouth and gently pushed in. Emmie mewled and instinctively tried to close her mouth and move her head back, but his thumbs pressing into her cheeks forced her jaw down, prevented it.
"Swirl your tongue around the tip," he growled as sweat broke out on his brow from the effort it took not to thrust deeply till he felt the back of her throat brush the tip of his penis. She did as she was told, mainly because she had no choice. He pushed in another inch and Emmie's hand's rose up to shove against the top of his thighs in an effort to dislodge him.
"Put your hands down or I will bend you over the nearest chair and spank you till you scream...and not in pleasure."
Emmie dropped her hands and Lord Burkewood continued to pull in and out of her mouth in small thrusts. Eventually he would train her to deep throat him, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted her to get used to the feel, and taste, of him.
Tears coursed down her cheeks. Out of everything he had coerced her into experiencing, this seemed the most invasive. It was too intimate. She was on her knees with her mouth obediently opened wide while he abused it with his cock. It felt strange to have such a large object in her mouth. Her tongue could do nothing else but swirl and swipe at it. She felt a small bit of spittle form at the corner of her lips as she strained to keep her mouth open for his punishing cock.
"You’re milking Papa's cock,” he instructed. “Suck hard, just like with your bottle. Papa's got some warm cream for you." He felt his balls tighten and knew he was close. "I want you to keep every bit of cream Papa gives you in your mouth. Do not swallow or spit it out or Papa will be very angry."
He grasped the base of the shaft and stroked hastening his climax. He came in large spurts, filling her mouth with his seed. Emmie jerked back in surprise, not expecting the onslaught of musky, salty cum. She choked as she struggled not to spit it out. He pulled his cock out and stroked her cheek as he allowed her to close her jaw for the first time in several minutes.
"Open your mouth and show Papa all the cream on your tongue."
If he had not just cum a moment ago he would have done so again at the erotic sight of his little one on her knees before him with her small mouth open and filled to overflowing with his seed. He reached into the wooden box on the mantle and pulled out a pink pacifier- custom made by a select shop in London. It was fashioned for an adult with an extra large bulbous tip.
Emmie saw the baby object in his hands and wept as he pushed the bulbous tip past her resisting lips. The pacifier had pink silk ribbons that secured it around her head, like a gag.
"Now my little girl can suck on her new pacifier with the taste of Papa's cream fresh in her mouth."
She stayed on her knees, helplessly sucking on the semen-coated pacifier until Nanny came to retrieve her. She was restrained onto her own bed and drifted off to a deep sleep, the pacifier still secure in her tiny, pink mouth.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Baby's First Enema
Emmie awoke to soreness. Her jaw hurt from sucking on the pacifier covered in Papa's cream for most of the night. Her pussy was sore from Papa's training session on the rocking horse and the forceful entry of his cock. Her bottom hurt from the paddling she took in front of his friend, Lord Evers. Worse yet, her tiny bottom hole was sore from Papa stretching it with her hairbrush handle.
She blushed to remember what else Papa did to that hidden hole later that evening and her reaction to it. As such she was out of sorts. When she saw Mrs. Pew approaching, she tried to sit up but the restraints prevented her.
"Well now, I bet my little charge got a good night's rest after the vigorous exercise she got in Papa's bed last night!" she said as she made short work of the wrist restraints.
"That is none of your business," Emmie snapped as she rubbed her wrists and attempted once again to get out of bed.
"Young Lady, you do not speak to your betters that way! I know how to wash that naughty mouth of yours."
Nanny marched her over to the water pitcher and basin. After quickly soaping up a bathing cloth, she grabbed Emmie's face by the chin. Her fingers bit into Emmie's jaw until she opened her mouth wide with a yelp. Nanny began to scrub Emmie's tongue and mouth with the soapy cloth. Emmie's screams were muffled as she tried desperately to pull away from Nanny's surprisingly strong grasp.
Nanny was relentless. She scrubbed every bit of Emmie's mouth, allowing some of the soapy water to burn as it trickled down her throat. Emmie coughed and sputtered but still Nanny did not stop. Emmie started to cry and gag. The acrid bitter taste in her mouth made her want to vomit. Only when she had stopped fighting did Nanny finally relent in the brutal punishment. Without letting Emmie rinse out her mouth, she grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her over to the bench at the end of her bed. She faced Emmie away from her and pulled a blindfold from her apron pocket and secured it over Emmie's eyes. Nanny then laid an hysterical Emmie over her lap. She pulled a small tawse from her pocket.
"Naughty girls with dirty mouths get them washed out with soap and then get their bottoms roasted for good measure."
Mrs. Pew’s raised arm came down with vicious accuracy on Emmie's sit-spot. It felt like she stripped off a layer of skin with every smack. Her bottom was soon a hot, throbbing mass of frayed nerves.
Emmie began to screech in pain. "No more! No more! You're killing me!"
"Nonsense. No naughty girl ever died from a good hard spanking," Nanny said as she continued to rain blows down on Emmie's naked bottom. Soon it burned a deep crimson red.
Emmie had no idea what kind of implement could cause such devastating pain. It could be another innocuous, everyday object, What if it was something she used all the time?
Once Nan
ny was certain she had learned her lesson, she removed Emmie's blindfold. She then placed Emmie on her tummy in her bed.
"I want you to reach back and pull your cheeks wide open for me."
Emmie did not hear the command over her own sobs at first. Nanny gave her a stinging smack on her swollen bottom to get her attention. Emmie howled in pain.
"Emmie, reach your hands back and pull your bottom cheeks open. It is time for me to take your temperature."
Emmie did not want to suffer through the indignity and discomfort of having a thermometer pushed up her behind again but she feared another spanking more. With trembling hands she reached back and gingerly grasped her rosy cheeks and pulled them apart the barest amount.
"If you don't pull those cheeks wide, I will get a footman in here to hold them open for you while I whip your little bottom hole," Nanny threatened. Emmie shrieked in fear and pulled her cheeks as wide as they would go, despite the throbbing pain.
"Good girls get lubricant and a warmed up thermometer. Bad girls get a dry, cold thermometer. This is the second morning in a row your poor bottom is getting a cold thermometer. You may want to think about that little girl before tomorrow."
Emmie felt the ice, cold metal tip of the thermometer press against her puckered entrance. She tried to squeeze it shut but the rigid thermometer was unrelenting and she felt it slide deep into her bottom. The cold glass made her muscles contract in pain. Nanny pulled it all the way out and then pushed it back in deep several times before she was satisfied. It was not as wide as the hairbrush handle but it went in much deeper. Having to hold her own cheeks open so that her vulnerable anus could be abused in this manner made the whole process much more mortifying.
"There. You may remove your hands. You will hold this in your reddened bottom for at least ten minutes," Nanny said as she glanced at her silver watch fob.
