by Rachel Burns
It didn’t seem probable.
Amelia had the most amazing blue eyes. She was so beautiful. She’d only needed one picture. He was so proud of her. She’d sat down and smiled so nicely for the camera.
Had she been able to do that because she was such an actress?
Brian didn’t want to believe that. He wanted to believe that she was thrilled to be married to him and this way of life. But that was so hard to believe because she’d married him out of desperation. It had been either him or a life on the streets.
She was too good to be true. No one would love someone who treated them as badly as he had her. She’d already asked him if he could stop.
That was a good question. The truth was no, he couldn’t.
Maybe if he loved her more? He didn’t really know this stranger standing in front of him.
“I have to pack.”
“Okay, Daddy. Should I help you?”
“No, you don’t have to do that. Just keep me company.”
***
I sat on the bed watching him pack. His bed was so high that my feet couldn’t touch the floor, they dangled, making me feel like a little girl.
He carefully and expertly laid everything in his suitcases. He was completely concentrated, and I was quiet. When we came home, he changed me into my normal clothes. I was as cute as could be again.
“Here Amelia, catch.” He threw a couple of pairs of socks at me. I caught a pair, and the other fell on the floor. I picked it up and laid them in his suitcase, in what I hoped was, the way he wanted them.
He was quickly finished. He closed his suitcases up and set them out in the hall.
Daddy closed and locked the door. He came back to me and stood right in front of me again. He wanted me now.
I was afraid.
He hadn’t in a while. It had been days, since before the warning spanking.
“Stand up, sweetheart.”
I did as I was told.
He smiled at me and petted my cheek for a bit. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
I did, and I moved my hair to the side so he could open my dress.
He removed it, and I stepped out so he could lay it down somewhere nice. He came back to me and turned me so he could open the buttons on my blouse.
My buttons were shaped like flowers.
He laid it over his arm, and then he reached around me and unhooked my bra. He laid that over his arm too.
I stood there in my underwear, knee high socks and shoes.
He was smiling like he’d won in the lottery.
He removed my underwear then and set everything aside. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
Again, I did as I was told.
“Put your hands on the bed.”
I was trying really hard not to shake, but something about the way he was talking to me scared me.
Was he going to hit me again? Maybe as a warning for something to come?
My hands sank into the blankets. He stuck a finger into me. I was too scared to be ready for him. He moved his hand around to my front and massaged me.
After a while, he tested me again.
He still wasn’t satisfied. I tried to concentrate on getting ready for him.
This was going to cause problems.
He massaged me for a bit and tested again.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he sighed.
“I guess I’m worried about flying. I never have before.”
He made a snort-like laugh. He slapped my bottom then.
I jumped totally surprised and mad at myself. I should have expected it, especially in this position.
He brought his hand down again in a stinging slap. “Are you concentrated on here and now?” His finger probed inside again.
I could no longer hide my shaking.
“One more ought to do it.” His hand came down again. I could feel myself getting wet for him.
I’d tried to tense up, but it was hard to do with my feet so far apart. I had tears in my eyes, and he drove into me from behind. He thrust again and again, harder and harder.
I didn’t want to enjoy it, but somehow my body had responded to his against my will. I was breathing hard and panting even. The blood was rushing to my head because of my odd position.
His body was smacking into mine. He had both his hands on my hips holding me place. He’d found his rhythm.
I forgot my fears and thought only about the pleasure. He reached his climax and wrapped his arms around my middle and kissed my shoulder and then pulled out of me, leaving me still wanting.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted as I watched him go into the bathroom. I felt I needed to have a good cry.
I wanted to be hugged and held.
“Amelia come here,” he called out strictly.
I went.
Daddy was letting water into the bathtub. He was something to see when he was naked. I was back to wondering about his skin color. He was brown everywhere, just in some places more that in others.
He turned. I’d been caught looking at him. I was blushing at him.
“I want to apologize for that woman. We played together when we were children. We go way back, but we never had a – relationship.”
“I know, Daddy. You just love me. You said so lots of times.” I was back to looking him in his eyes.
He looked moved by my words, but I could see the doubt in them, too. He didn’t believe me.
I hung my head.
Shouldn’t he have said that I was right?
I wished I wasn’t so insecure.
Maybe if I had a different personality, this would all work out better?
Maybe if I were more outgoing, he’d see that he didn’t need to hold my leash so close and so tightly?
I looked back up, and he was gone. I turned around and saw that I was all alone in the room. My first worry was that he’d gone off to get the whip again. When I turned around to look for him, I’d clearly seen the marks on my back in the mirror. Green and blue bruises that was what the doll had gotten me.
He came back in with one of my pink towels. He laid it down on the chair before he took hold of my hand and brought me over to the tub.
“Watch your step. It’s slippery. We don’t want you to get hurt before we leave.”
I carefully lifted my foot off of the floor and stepped in.
Daddy got in behind me and then we sat down. I was getting a strong feeling that he regretted marrying me. Me, in particular.
I wasn’t what he’d hoped for. I was disappointing him, and I had a feeling that he was toughing it out with me.
He was definitely one of those, ‘what you start, you finish’ people.
Chapter 8 – Overhearing The Servants
Brian felt that he really hadn’t thought this through the whole way. This was just too risky. What had he been thinking? He was worried.
Would this backfire?
He’d wanted to give her everything that a normal girl got. A normal girl got married and had a honeymoon. He wanted her to have the memories.
First, when they both walked back through the front door of this house would he know if the trip had been successful.
Brian had a lot to do, but then he just wanted to spend time with her. He had a couple of things planned that he hoped she’d like. He just had to think positively. This was going to work.
What if she told the people at the airport that she didn’t want to go with him?
He lay in bed next to her sleeping form, picturing airport security arresting him.
An airport was an idea place to get away from someone. She could just turn around and take off running.
Brian pictured her getting into a cab and telling the cab driver her name, and that she wanted to go to a divorce lawyer.
Just the mention of his name, would tell the lawyer that he’d get paid well.
He couldn’t let anything like that happen.
The warning spanking had worked last time. He hoped that it would again.
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��d make an impression on her backside with a sound spanking. That would hurt a couple of days. Every time she sat she’d be reminded that he was a strict daddy who demanded obedience.
By the time she wasn’t sore anymore, he’d have time for her. Then he’d keep her so busy with his surprises that she wouldn’t want to leave him.
This trip could even bring them closer together if he played his cards right.
***
He’d been right I didn’t see him much the next two days.
Nanny even brought me to bed both nights except that on Friday night he came and got me, carrying me half asleep over to his bed. He started right in undressing me and making love to me.
The next morning he woke me up the same way. After a short break, we made love once again.
Once he was finished, I laid sated and happy in his arms.
He was kissing my cheek and stroking it with a finger. He smiled at me with so much love that my heart melted as I smiled back at him.
Today was the start of our honeymoon, just the two of us. I sighed and moved closer to him.
I’d cried and clung to Nanny last night as I said goodbye. Having only two people in your life makes one very dependent on them.
Nanny had also had tears in her eyes. She said she’d miss me.
Daddy let go of me and sat up. “Come here, Amelia.”
I went and wrapped my arms around his shoulder. I laid my head on his arm. “Yes, Daddy?”
Daddy reached back and grabbed my arm, pulling me over his lap. He started in with very hard smacks.
Daddy held my right hand high behind my back. He was even gaining momentum.
Why hadn’t I seen this coming?
I was sobbing heart broken over his knees. I’d been so good lately. I hadn’t done anything to deserve this.
My sobs were choking me. The smacks kept coming. Air was trapped in my throat, neither going in nor coming out.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered that I was getting a lot better at not screaming. But that didn’t help me one way or the other.
My bottom was already on fire, but he probably would go on for a while. I already lay limp over his lap, only the shaking continued. I was using my nose to get a little bit of air in and out.
He wasn’t scolding at all. I was getting a major warning spanking.
He raised his right leg up high on a little step stool that he kept under his bed for this purpose.
“No Daddy, please no. I’ll be good,” I begged as he was adjusting our position. In this position it hurt the worst.
He’d be aiming for that low spot where my bottom turned into thighs. It was also the spot that took all the pressure when I sat down.
He ignored me and gave me thirty hard swats there too.
He pulled me to his chest then. It was over. I’d survived it. I leaned into him crying. I was a wreck.
“You know that was a warning spanking, don’t you?”
I nodded unable to speak.
“You’ll have to be on your best behavior, the entire trip. Please, don’t make the mistake of thinking that, just because this is our honeymoon that you’ll be able to get away with anything. I’ll spank you wherever, and whenever you need it. Do you understand?” He was holding me close to his heart, but the words coming out of him were so heartless.
“I understand, Daddy.” The pain in my chest just wasn’t going away. It burned, and it was hindering my ability to stop crying. The tears just wouldn’t stop.
Why was I taking this so personally? I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Why was I letting this get to me? He was the one with the problem, not me.
He just had a way of making his problems become my problems.
Daddy pushed me to the side and went into the bathroom. “Amelia don’t dawdle, we have a big day ahead of us.”
I lay back down on the bed. I just needed a moment. I didn’t have the strength to get up just now. I sobbed into his pillow. I was still shocked at how quickly he’d gone from loving me to hurting me.
I felt his arms reaching under me and picking me up. “Come on, sleepy head. Time to get ready for our big day.”
Did he really not know what he’d done to me?
Was he pretending, or was he purposely being cruel?
He carried me into his shower, careful not to let the cold water hit me. He held his hand under the water, and it poured far away from me.
When he judged it to be warm enough, he moved me under the water and got my hair wet. He stood in front of me and massaged the shampoo into my hair.
Daddy was pressing up against me. He washed the shampoo out, as always very careful not to get any shampoo in my eyes. He got out my conditioner. It was some very expensive kind that made my hair as soft as silk. He twisted my hair unto the top of my head.
Daddy was very strict about letting in sink in the recommended three minutes.
He soaped me up in that time. He was getting hard again. I concentrated on the warm water. The water that hit my bottom hurt. One would think that it would put out the fire, but the opposite was true.
I didn’t want to start a fight with my shaking.
What was I thinking? We never fought.
He got mad, I got hit end of the story. There was no fight there.
I asked myself what I was worried about.
I was worried that I’d shake in fear, and he’d pretend not to see it.
I hated it when he did that. It scared me so much. It was worse than his little girl tick. It made me really worry about his mental health.
If he had problems reading my body language like that, then he’d also have problems knowing when to stop.
He’d probably kill me one day. That thought made me so terribly sad.
He was positioning me so I was turned away from him.
We’d already made love twice this morning, so he easily entered me.
My hands flew to the wall to support myself. I was turned away from him so I felt safe to cry. He enjoyed himself, grabbing onto both my breasts as he thrust into me again and again.
I was too hurt to give myself over to the pleasure of it. My backside was just too sore, and my feelings were immensely hurt.
He changed his stance as he climaxed, driving himself even further into me.
I worried about getting pregnant. What if the baby was a girl? Would he hurt her too?
He cleaned himself up and washed the conditioner out of my hair. I hoped I was composed now. He babbled on about my travel clothes. He said I’d love them.
Maybe he did realize what my mood was?
Maybe he was trying to distract me?
I was just so scared of him.
All I wanted to do was fit myself into the smallest place I could find and cry.
I wanted to feel safe, and I just couldn’t.
Every time I let my guard down, he hurt me.
My fear of him was so real, and I knew that he was capable of much more cruelness.
I had to wonder about this trip. What was the point of it? The real point. What could be so important that he’d risk letting me out of the house?
He dried me off with one of my pink towels as always did. He sat me on the chair he had in here. There was no purpose for this chair to be in here other than for me to sit on it as I waited for him. It was a straight-backed chair that was only slightly rounded. It had no arms.
It was the perfect chair for a spanking. I hadn’t landed over it yet.
He preferred to spank me over his lap while he sat on the bed with his right foot on the step stool.
Daddy dried himself off and pulled me back into his bedroom. He went to his closet and got dressed. I stood on the rug naked, and waiting for him to tell me what to do. “Come here, sweetheart.”
I’d never been in his closet before. It was bigger than my room.
He had a pile waiting for me in there. He was holding a pair of my plain white panties open and ready for me to step into in his hands. I did, an
d he pulled then up. I looked down at them.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I answered.
“Tell me.” He’d tilted his head to the side. He didn’t look mad.
“It’s just that they’re so plain.”
“Do you mean your underwear?”
I nodded. Why was I telling him this?
“And what would you like?” He still wasn’t mad. In fact, he was patronizing me.
“Maybe if they had a bow like a couple of my undershirts do.” Was I serious, or was I sub-consciously testing him again. I didn’t even know.
“Amelia, what does it matter what your underwear looks like? No one sees it but Nanny and I.” He was being strict again.
“Well, I see it too,” I whispered to myself.
He laughed. “I’ll talk to Nanny about it. When you need new ones, she’ll get you ones with white bows on them. Okay?”
“Really? Thank you, Daddy.” I was really pleased too. I’d always had very cheap and plain underwear. It was what I could afford back then.
When I was little, my father sent a servant to go shopping with me. He gave her a hundred dollars to buy everything I needed. Even at a discount store a hundred didn’t go far. Not when shoes, socks, underwear, jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt was on the list. If money was left over, I sometimes got a sweater.
I’d bought my first bra with my own money that I’d earned at school working in the kitchens. It had been long overdue. My breasts had bounced around to the point of it being indecent.
One of the nuns had cornered me and told me that I had to buy one. I went to the store and got one. It didn’t have a bow. It had been plain and very ugly.
“You know you can have anything you want from me. You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.” He was smiling at me. He liked that I’d asked him for something girly.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, Daddy.” I’d sounded so serious.
“Hey, I was only teasing you. I know you’re a good girl who doesn’t try to trick her Daddy into buying you this and that. There is no place Daddy would rather be than wrapped around his little girl’s finger.” He smiled at the end.
