by Zoe Blake
Alex stroked her back and bottom in caressing circles. The heat from her strapping still radiating off her poor reddened cheeks.
“Breathe through the pain, Kitten,”
“Why? Why are you doing this?” she wailed, as the burning became more intense.
“I know it is hard for you to understand, but I am doing this because I care for you.”
Alex knew that was putting it mildly. What he felt for his little one was bordering on obsession. She had awoken in him a fierce, primitive need to both protect and dominate. He instinctively knew she would only respond to shows of force and strength. Punishing her was the only way to curb her wild disobedience, the only way to keep her safe.
“It burns,” she whimpered.
“It will only burn for a little while longer and will do no lasting damage.”
Releasing her from the restraints, Alex wrapped a limp Penelope in a warm blanket, set by the fire for just this purpose, and settled her on his lap. She squirmed the moment her tortured bottom hit his lap, but he tightened his embrace and she quieted down.
Penelope cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back whispering endearments into her ear. After what felt like an eternity, the deep burning sensation ebbed leaving her with a throbbing fullness. It was then she became aware of his erection pressing under her upper thigh.
Alex looked into her beautiful green eyes, shrouded with worry and pain. “There is no need to fret, Kitten. I have no intention of claiming your virginity till we are dutifully wed.”
Penelope once more relaxed against his shoulder. He gloried in the sign of trust this action showed. She may hate him for the discipline he inflicted on her, but she trusted him at his word. For someone who has led a life of harsh survival, that was a big leap of faith. He understood and cherished her gesture. Once more he reined in his desire to sink his cock into her tight welcoming warmth; she was worth the wait. Fortunately, he would not have to wait long, he thought with a smile.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Awakening
Penelope awakened slowly. She moved to rub the sleep from her eyes, but quickly realized her arms were restrained. Thick leather cuffs similar to the ones that restrained her to the punishment bench the night before, now encircled each wrist, securing them to the headboard. At the unwanted reminder of the previous night, Penelope became aware of her naked body. Moving her hips and stretching her legs, she felt only a slight sting and pull along the skin of her bottom cheeks and upper thighs. The plug in her bottom no longer throbbed painfully. It was now more of a dull, aching fullness, her body having accommodated the intrusive object.
“I see my little charge is finally awake.”
The cheery voice resonated from across the room. Penelope looked around the girlish nursery, taking in the soft pale pinks and white lace. She’d been too frightened and alarmed the day before to truly take in her surroundings. Now she saw the shelves filled with dolls and stuffed animals. A small white table and chairs sat in front of the fireplace, a delicate tea tray decorated with yellow and blue flowers on top. Gold-framed pictures depicting fairies in enchanted woods adorned the walls. The harsh light of the morning sun filtered through delicate lace curtains.
The woman she’d been told to call ‘Nanny’ fussed with her covers, after pulling the bell pull to summon a servant. She recognized the maid who came to the door as the one who held her down during her embarrassing enema cleansing.
“Tell his lordship that his little one is awake and tell Cook we are ready for her morning bottle,” instructed Nanny. With a bob and curtsy the maid left.
“Your Papa has been waiting all morning for you to wake up, sleepyhead,” Nanny gently chided as she brushed Penelope’s curly hair out of her eyes.
Penelope stubbornly tilted her head away. “Release me,” she ordered.
“That is for your Papa to do.”
Nanny ignored Penelope’s string of curses and threats as she busied herself straightening the nursery. After several minutes, Rose returned with a prepared tray from Cook.
Moments later, Alex entered the room and the air immediately became charged with masculine energy. He was wearing a richly embroidered dressing robe over black trousers. Penelope could see glimpses of his heavily muscled chest, dusted with black hair. From his scowl, she knew he heard her inappropriate language. She felt her whole body flush as his gaze took in her exposed breasts and stomach. She looked down at his fisted hands. The memory of those same strong hands inflicting both pain and comfort made her heart race.
With her arms restrained over her head, she looked like a pagan offering, thought Alex. He could feel his groin tighten with an almost overwhelming need to claim her for his own. Soon.
Refusing to give in to the intensity of his gaze, she obstinately raised her chin. “Release me,” she demanded with more bravado than she felt.
Alex chuckled. Even after her harsh punishment, she still fought him. He loved her spirit. She was the perfect little one for him. He walked towards her with a fluid grace she could not help but admire. Without breaking eye contact, he ordered Nanny and Rose out of the room. “Leave us.”
Penelope closed her eyes against the rush of wanton heat as she felt the warmth of his hand close around her small wrist, releasing the buckle on the leather cuff. The moment she was free, Penelope sat up in bed, clutching the bed covers over her naked breasts. Waiting till Alex turned his back to retrieve something from the tray Rose brought in, Penelope shifted onto her side, reaching between her bottom cheeks to feel for the handle of the hated plug.
Without even turning around, Alex growled a warning. “Touch that plug and earn a spanking.”
Penelope responded to the force and authority in his voice by immediately righting herself and clutching the blanket harder.
Alex approached the bed, holding a glass baby bottle. Penelope scooted away till her back hit the headboard, shaking her head ‘no’.
“You need nourishment, little one. You will drink this whole bottle like a good girl.”
“No! I’m not a baby!” she shouted.
Taking in the tops of her full breasts peaking above the blanket and landing on her cute, cupid bow lips, Alex smiled. “I am well aware you are not a baby, Kitten. Treating you as if you were is how I choose to care for and protect you. Now, you can either drink or I can remove the plug and replace it with this bottle.”
Penelope’s eyes widened at the threatened punishment. She bowed her head, all thought of rebellion gone.
“Good girl. Now come on to Papa’s lap.” Alex picked her up, blanket and all, and carried her over to large, rocking chair placed by a sunny window.
He often cuddled her on his lap wrapped in a blanket. Penelope was honest enough with herself to admit she loved it. Enclosed in his strong arms, she felt warm and safe, all the horrors of scratching out a meager existence on the streets faded away.
He raised the bottle to her lips, “Open your mouth, little one.” Penelope reluctantly obeyed, pulling the large rubber tip into her mouth. “Suck hard,” he ordered. She sucked on the nipple, pulling the warm, sweet milk onto her tongue. Penelope closed her eyes in pleasure. Sweets were a rarity in her life and she relished in the sugary taste.
Gently rocking, Alex stared down at her serene, beautiful face. Watching as her pink lips moved over the tip of the bottle, he could easily imagine his cock in its place as he anticipated the moment her tongue was coated with his own cream. He stroked her soft cheek with his free hand, humming a nursery tune as she dutifully drank her whole bottle.
“That’s my good girl. Now Papa gets to reward you.” Alex set the bottle aside and pulled down the blanket covering her naked form. Penelope shivered as the cold air struck her heated skin. With a whimper, she tried to cover her breasts. Alex sent her a warning look before pulling her arms away and placing them at her side. He ran the tip of one finger over the swell of her breast, circling her erect nipple. Penelope gasped as he cupped the underside of her breast, testing its we
ight. He then ran a palm over her flat stomach until her reached her cunny.
Penelope tried to keep her thighs tightly closed but he easily forced four fingers between them.
Caressing the smooth, freshly waxed skin, Alex whispered into her ear, “I love how soft and smooth your cunny feels.” He moved all four fingers back and forth over the highly sensitized skin. “I can’t wait to taste you here.” Alex pressed his hand against her mound as Penelope’s shocked gaze met his own. In her astonishment, she unlocked her thighs. Alex pushed two fingers past the seam of her cunny, seeking her heat.
“Yes, little one. I will use the tip of my tongue to taste your sweet cream here and here.” He ran his fingers over her clit, then moved them to push just past her snug entrance. Penelope grasped his wrist, not sure if she was trying to pull him away or push his fingers in further. She moaned as he made the decision for her, forcing both middle fingers inside. Her head fell back over his supporting arm as he began to thrust his fingers deep into her cunny. Keeping up a steady rhythm, he occasionally swiped his thumb across her hidden bundle of nerves, sending Penelope’s hips shooting up, pressing against his hand.
He whispered into her ear all the dark, erotic things he was going to do to her body as his fingers increased their rhythm. Penelope felt light-headed as her breathing matched his thrusting fingers.
“Cum for Papa,” he moaned against her neck as he hooked his fingers, dragging them along the top of her cunny. Pulling his fingers out, he then grabbed the handle of the plug that was secured deep in her bottom, giving it a twist. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much. Penelope screamed her release. Through half-closed eyes, she watched as he pulled both fingers deep into his mouth, tasting her cream. He cuddled her close till he heard her breathing return to normal. Rising, he gently placed a sated Penelope back on her bed.
Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he said, “I will see you later at our wedding.” Before she had a chance to react, he walked away. Pausing in the doorway for one last look, Alex gave her a stern warning. “Oh and Kitten, I heard your language earlier. This is your final warning. Curb your tongue. You will not like the punishment you receive should I hear you are using that guttural slang as a weapon again.”
Penelope blushed hotly, hating how his words affected her, giving both pleasure and pain. She waited till he left the room, before raising her chin stubbornly. We will see about that, she thought.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Her Saucy Mouth
“Well I hear someone was a good girl and drank her whole bottle,” beamed Nanny when she reentered the room. “Got yourself a nice little reward too, didn’t you Dearie?”
Penelope blushed hotly at the thought Nanny was aware of what Papa had just done to her. She curled up under the covers, trying to hide her nakedness.
“None of that, Dearie,” said Nanny as she slapped Penelope’s hands away. “You are not to hide your body.” Nanny grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of bed and over to the dreaded changing table. Penelope pulled back. “Please, no more enemas Nanny!”
“Hush. You will receive an enema every day if your Papa orders it,” scolded Nanny. “As it happens, there will not be an enema today. I need to remove your punishment plug and then get you ready for your wedding. Up you go!”
Nanny boosted her onto the table and made her kneel down with her bottom in the air.
“Now reach back and pull open your bottom cheeks.”
“Do I have to?” whined Penelope. Nanny’s response was a swift slap to Penelope’s bottom cheek. Duly chastised and without further objection, Penelope reached back and gingerly pulled open her bottom cheeks.
“Well look at these shiny, pink lips.” Nanny ran a finger over Penelope’s still wet cunny. “Looks like you were a very good girl for Papa.” Penelope was mortified to not only be exposed in such a crude manner, but for Nanny to comment.
Nanny grasped the handle of the glass rectal plug and gave a firm tug. From the moment it was shoved up her bottom Penelope could not wait to have it removed, but now that it was happening she changed her mind. Her sensitive ring had closed around the very narrow handle and resisted having to widen for the bulbous part of the plug.
“Don’t Nanny. Please, don’t!” she sobbed.
Ignoring her pleas, Nanny gave Penelope another swift spank on her bottom. “Stop clenching down,” she ordered.
Penelope cried, “I’m trying!”
Nanny gave another sharp pull and watched as Penelope’s tight bottom hole relented. The skin was stretched smooth and taunt as the wide plug slowly appeared. Penelope screamed as the pressure increased. Despite the sharp pain, her body instinctively took over and pushed the offending object out. Penelope collapsed flat onto the table, worn out from the effort to dislodge the plug. Papa had been right about one thing. Every moment the plug was buried inside of her she thought of her punishment and why she had earned it.
The rest of the morning went along pleasantly as Nanny bathed Penelope then dried and curled her hair. Penelope loved the feeling of being clean. She had enjoyed more warm baths in the last few weeks than she had in years. Unfortunately, the quiet of the morning was broken the moment Nanny held up her “wedding gown”. It was a childish garment of white lace with a pale green sash that would barely reach her upper thigh. Penelope released a string of curses that made even the seasoned Nanny blush to hear. And while Nanny was more than capable of forcing the slight statured girl into the gown, His Lordship had left strict instructions that the next time his little one cursed or gave in to guttural language, he was to be notified immediately. With pursed lips, Nanny strode to the bell pull which would summon a servant and thereby His Lordship.
Penelope sat on her knees by the fire, naked but for a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, idly playing with one of the dolls found scattered about the room. When Nanny retreated and did not force her into the dress, Penelope had foolishly thought she’d won the battle. Besides, it was all just a silly ruse. She didn’t for a moment think he truly meant to marry her! She was therefore unprepared for the appearance of Papa.
Penelope clutched the doll to her chest for protection as she absorbed the sight of over six feet of solid angry male. Nanny met His Lordship at the entryway.
“I was sorry to bother you, my lord, but she disobeyed.”
“Disciplining my little one will never be a bother, Nanny. Please go down to the kitchens to see if Cook needs any help with the wedding preparations.” Nanny curtsied and left the nursery.
Alex slowly strode into the room. Penelope took in his hooded gaze, the broad shoulders and chest made all the more so by the finely tailored coat he wore, to finally land on his hands. Those strong hands that she both feared and adored now held the hated thick leather strap from her punishment the night before. When she made a movement to rise, he halted her with a growl.
“Stay on your knees.”
Alex placed one foot on either side of her knees, forcing Penelope to strain her neck back to meet his eyes. She watched in horrified fascination as he placed the strap on the table with one hand, while the other went to his trouser buttons. His towering strength kept her rooted to the spot as each button slipped through its hole, one by one, exposing more of his large erection.
He fisted the wide shaft and pulled his cock free. Penelope stared at the massive organ with its large bulbous head. She was not unaware of what men did to women with their cocks but it seemed physically impossible with one this big. She started to lean back, frightened. Alex swiftly reached out to grasp the back of her head.
“I warned you little one. You were told to curb that saucy mouth of yours or risk punishment.” He stroked his cock as he talked, rubbing a thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum over the head.
He released his cock and placed both hands on either side of her head. “Now, you are going to open your mouth nice and wide for Papa. I’m going to force my cock deep down your throat. You need to learn the proper way to use that mou
th of yours.”
Penelope whimpered and tried to shake her head ‘no’, but his grasp was too strong. She placed her hands against his upper thighs and pushed with all her strength but she was no match for him. He pressed both of his thumbs against the soft center of her cheeks, the delicate flesh cutting on her teeth, forcing her mouth open wide. He pushed the head in and paused. Penelope’s tongue swished around, tasting his salty pre-cum. Before she could try to push him out with her tongue he pressed in further.
Alex closed his eyes and resisted the urge to plunge in to his balls. He could feel her tongue innocently swiping the underside of his cock, causing rippling sensations of pleasure. He breathed deeply and forced another inch in. He could feel the back of her throat caress the head of his cock.
Penelope’s throat constricted, gagging. Panicked she tried to pull back, away from his punishing cock. She started to scream, the sound muffled.
“Breathe through your nose, little one,” he ordered through clenched teeth. The cords on his neck standing out as he broke out in a sweat, ruthlessly reigning in the urge to thrust hard.
He tilted her head further back, opening up her throat. He pushed in a few more inches, feeling the muscles in her throat firmly clasping his cock.
Penelope struggled to breathe through her nose. Her eyes watered as her throat burned. Her choking screams coming out as mere squeaks.
“Cease struggling and relax your throat, Kitten. It will only get worse if you don’t submit.”
Staring down at her tear-filled eyes, her small pink lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, Alex knew he must not relent. These first few punishments were crucial in exercising his dominance over her. He pulled back his hips, releasing her throat but still keeping his cock in her mouth. Once she had taken a deep breath around his shaft, he pushed back in, straight down her throat.
