by Maggie Ryan
“And what is that?” he asked. Despite her graduation from Eleanor’s school, his little one remained very modest, and he knew it was incredibly hard for his wife to answer his embarrassing questions, especially with her knowing that she was absolutely dripping cream onto his fingers.
“You … you punish me … inside my bottom, Papa,” Emmie said, her eyes clenched shut, her heart pounding as she admitted the penance required.
“That’s correct. Very naughty girls that continue to repeat the same misbehavior get a nice hard strapping and then a nice hard fucking in their bottoms.” He saw her quiver, her bottom squirming as she attempted to accept the presence between her nether lips. She gasped when she felt something brush against her quim.
“Ahhh, Papa,” she moaned, realizing that he was coating her sex with more of the contents of the brown jar. Within moments, she was squirming as best she could within her restraints.
Stefan continued to coat her sex with the oil. “Tell me, Emmaline, why is Papa having to fill your cunny and oil your quim before you make your penance?”
“Pl … please, Pa … Papa,” she cried, her face now as red as her rear. “Don’t … don’t ask … ask … I … I can’t …”
“I am asking, Emmaline,” Stefan said straightening from his position and moving to stand where his little one could see him as he dipped the brush back into the pepper pot. “I expect you to answer me truthfully, little one. Why is it necessary for me to place a peppered phallus into your cunny and oil your quim?”
Emmie wanted to die of shame but knew he would continue to add steps to her session until she answered him. “Be … because I … I was very naughty the last time I … I made my penance, Papa.”
“How were you naughty?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on to her hers, tears shimmering in their depths. He watched as she gave a shudder and watched as she accepted the lesson his questions were meant to provide.
“I … I spent, Papa,” she confessed softly. “I … I took my pleasure when I … I am not supposed to. I … I know I’m not to … to come … when … when I’m making my pena … penance.”
“That’s correct,” Stefan said, and gently stroked a finger down a tear-stained cheek before returning to continue the oiling he had promised her the last time she had been placed over her horse. “Good little girls that are proving their contrition are not to find pleasure when making their penance, Emmaline. It was very, very naughty of you to enjoy yourself when Papa is having to punish your naughty bottom-hole.”
“Papa … it’s … it’s hot,” she whimpered as the pepper in the oil began to seep into the very sensitive, very absorbent tissues of her quim.
“I promise it will become even hotter,” he said, as his fingers pushed back the hood of her swollen bud to receive its own thick coating of the pepper oil. Despite the instant warmth that he knew would soon turn into a very uncomfortable heat, he saw more of her thick cream seep from between her lips spread around the phallus. “Though I realize that you can’t control your little quim from weeping, I will not have you find pleasure in a culmination when you are being punished, Emmaline,” Stefan said, as he stepped back into her view once more. He watched her bottom churning from its heat of its strapping and oiling as he freed his cock from his trousers. “While I adore hearing you beg and watching you explode from your pleasure, doing so during penance negates the lesson. You may spend when we are enjoying play time, not when you are over your horse offering your bottom for penance.”
Though his crude words caused her face to flame, they also made her clit swell and her juices drip from between her spraddled thighs. As she became even slicker, the oil seemed to heat. When he stepped to her, his glistening cockhead presented to her mouth, she obediently pressed her lips against its surface.
“I’m sorry I was so naughty, Papa,” she said as he stepped away. “May … may I make my penance?”
“Yes, Emmaline, you may,” Stefan said. She moaned and squirmed over the horse until he slapped her striped bottom with his palm, instructing her to remain still. She felt him step closer and place the tip of his cock against her tightly-puckered opening. She knew it would be better for her if she could relax her muscles and accept her punishment, however, the burning from the oil and the fullness in her sex made any relaxation extremely difficult.
Stefan was certain his little one would learn he meant business by the time he released her from her punishment horse. He stopped speaking as he began to push into her bottom-hole. Emmie moaned and strained to pull away from him. Though her bottom-hole had been well trained during her schooling, as well as accustomed to accepting her husband’s use of her back passage during lovemaking, the fullness of her quim was making his entry into her bottom-hole seem like an impossible goal.
“Submit to me, Emmaline,” he instructed. “Push back and accept your Papa into your bottom. You’ve earned a buggering and then a good figging to finish your lesson. Keep fighting me, and young lady, I’ll take your cane to your backside and you’ll make your penance with an even hotter rear.”
Emmie gave another loud moan of discomfort but then pushed back against her husband, accepting her lesson as a truly repentant young bride should. It wasn’t the first time she had performed this penance, but it was the first time she’d been filled in both places, as well as having her sex coated with pepper oil. It required every ounce of her concentration to submit, relaxing her tight sphincter enough to allow her husband to enter her narrow passage. She continued to moan as he pressed forward, giving a loud yelp when he breached her tight ring of muscle, stretching it wide around the head of his cock.
“Good girl,” Stefan said softly as he held himself still for several long moments, ensuring his naughty wife felt the full measure of her bottom-hole having to dilate around his cock. When her small struggling ceased and he saw her bottom unclench and lift just the slightest, he knew she was ready to have him claim her completely. He began to push inside fully as he accepted her penance, fucking her slowly at first until he was well seated before withdrawing and plunging into her backside again and again.
“Are you thinking of spending, Emmaline?” he asked as he pushed fully into her tight passage. “Is my naughty girl finding pleasure in her penance, knowing it is strictly forbidden?”
Emmie shook her head violently, her entire bottom half burning. Her husband’s preparations with the pepper oil were serving his purpose quite effectively. For the first time ever, she felt absolutely no spiraling of her pleasure. She couldn’t even allow herself to think about the deliciously wonderful explosion she was allowed when she was being pleasured. She was finally making a true penance, proving her contrition as her husband took his own pleasure, denying her own. “Nooooo … no, Pa … Papa,” she answered, her bottom clenching around his shaft.
Satisfied that his lesson about taking pleasure during punishment would be one his little one never forgot, Stefan continued. Despite her squeals and promises to be a good girl, he increased his full, deep thrusts into her backside, accepting her submission until he drove deep and erupted, coating her bowels with his seed. When he withdrew, she was still whimpering, her body continuing to pulsate as if he were still deep inside. Stefan washed himself and straightened his clothing before returning to her, the small brown bottle once more in his hand. Emmie moaned seeing him dip the brush into the oil and coat the ginger root with it until the entire surface was slick.
“This should slide inside your bottom nice and easy,” Stefan said, using the brush to paint the rim of her bottom-hole before once more stepping between her legs.
In contradiction of his words, she found the insertion difficult to accept, the oil instantly soaking into her very sensitive tissues, the burn flaring immediately. By the time the entire root was buried up inside her, she was once more squirming, promising to be an angel if he’d only remove the ginger from her bottom. Stefan shook his head as he watched her writhe over the horse, her bottom churning as if trying to expel the large roo
t securely seated in her bottom.
“Stop fussing, Emmaline. A good figging never hurt anyone. You are to remain still, no senseless wiggling about. I expect you to submit to your punishment and learn from it. You’ll spend a half-hour with your root in your bottom. If you complain, continue to move about, or attempt to rid yourself of your root, you’ll spend an additional half-hour.”
Emmie closed her eyes, trying to accept the punishment with as much dignity as she could, stopping her futile effort to push out the horrible root. However, when he used the small paintbrush to apply additional oil to the rim of her anus as well as to give her swollen clit another coating, she bucked and squirmed, unable to stop herself from begging to be released. Stefan remained true to his words, and the naughty girl spent an entire hour spread over the surface of her punishment horse, completely naked except for the rigid phallus in her cunny and the large ginger plug up her bottom.
After the hour had elapsed, Stefan gently removed the phallus and the root. He had her diapered and dressed in a gown and then drew her onto his lap and put the bottle to her lips. He was pleased when Emmie accepted the bottle immediately, trying not to squirm, though he was sure her bottom and sex continued to burn and itch from her intimate punishment. She would spend her nap in discomfort, only being washed of the oil and residual juice of the root when she was awakened in a few hours. He knew that, though she would be further embarrassed, she would gratefully drape herself across her nanny’s knees and accept the final intrusion of her nozzle into her bottom as the cooling enema was the price of ridding herself of the lingering burn. Despite her discomfort, she obediently drained the bottle as quickly as she could and thanked him when he removed the nipple from her mouth.
“Did you learn a proper lesson, my love? Are you going to be Papa’s good girl?” he asked as he put the empty bottle aside and drew her to his chest.
“Oh yes, Papa, I promise I’m never going to be naughty again,” Emmie said.
“It’s so easy to promise such things when your little bottom is burning both inside and out,” Stefan chuckled, and saw Emmie flush at the acknowledgment of the promise she had made dozens of times before.
“Papa, I … I’m never going to te … test you again, either,” she said, and he nodded, both acknowledging and finally putting aside the reason for her continued disobedience.
“I’m happy to hear that, Emmie,” Stefan said as he stood. “I’m anxious to have my precious, good Emmie back again.” He put her in her crib and gently placed her wrists into fur-lined cuffs, restraining her to the rails of her crib. “I know that was a difficult session. Despite earning an additional half-hour, you did very well, little one. I’m very proud of you. Sleep well. I love you,” he whispered, as he bent to kiss her cheek and pat her bottom.
Emmie smiled at his words, knowing without a doubt that she was loved by this man and that she loved him in return. Accepting her dummy, she closed her eyes and thought about Lucy. Before she slipped into sleep, she prayed that Lucy would find her own happiness at Hunter’s Ridge.
Stefan walked into the kitchen to return both the empty baby bottle and the oil. He was greeted by the sight of two of his servants bent over the surface of the table, skirts lifted, drawers pooled at their ankles, both sets of rounded red buttocks suddenly clenching tightly as if attempting to hide the roots that had been inserted into their bottoms. He met Matilda’s eyes, his own eyebrow lifted slightly in a silent question.
“Ahh, thank you, Sir,” the cook said as she took the bottle of oil and the brush from him. “I fear I was remiss and should have kept a wee amount for myself.” The maids both began to cry as the woman walked to stand behind Sarah. Matilda tugged the root from Sarah’s bottom and painted it with a liberal coating of the oil. “I told the lasses to keep their paddled cheeks clenched tight so that the root could do its job. They both assured me they were and yet, I didn’t see tight little cheeks until you entered and they tried to conceal their roots from the Lord of the house,” she said, as she reinserted the root into Sarah’s bottom and listened as the girl gave a sharp wail at the fresh burn. “Perhaps the next time they’ll accept my instructions and take their punishment like good girls. I’ll not have any servant in this house belittle or disrespect another.” She had removed, coated, and reinserted the plug in Constance’s bottom as Stefan washed his hands at the sink.
“I suggest you keep those bottoms clenched, lassies, unless you’d like to hold larger plugs after supper,” Mrs. Lundston instructed, and was pleased when both girls instantly clenched as tightly as they could, both even managing to whisper ‘Yes, Ma’am, sorry, Ma’am’.
“I trust you’ll keep the staff in line, Mrs. Lundston,” Stefan said, seeing both girls squirming on the table, their bottoms clenching and unclenching as they tried to endure the pepper oil. “Emmie was very good, and I see no reason why she can’t help you when she awakens.”
“That’s wonderful, Sir,” the cook said as she bustled about the kitchen. “These two will make a proper apology to the little miss before we make your pies.”
“Thank you. I’ll leave you to your duties,” Stefan said, as he left the kitchen. He was a very lucky man, indeed. Not only did he have a beautiful and wonderful wife, he had his own little one and a staff that understood their proper place as well. Though the two maids were certainly embarrassed at being seen undergoing their own figgings, both would most likely thank the cook for the punishment they earned instead of choosing to leave his employ. He treated all his staff with respect and courtesy, truly caring for them as people, offering them very good wages and a place in his home as long as they desired—well, as long as they abided by his many explicit rules.
After dinner, the couple enjoyed slices of the pie that Emmie had helped bake. She turned to her Papa. “Papa, when may Lucy and her Papa come to visit?”
Stefan chuckled. “You’ve only been apart for a short time, little one. Do you miss her so much already? Don’t you think she needs a few days to settle into her new home?”
“Oh no, Papa, even if she doesn’t want to admit it to her Papa or Nanny Molly, I know she was worried about going home,” Emmie said, “this is all so new to her. I … I know she will need a friend to talk to.”
Stefan knew her concern for the young woman was sincere. Meeting the Huntingtons on the train had been fortuitous, providing his own little one with a dear friend. He also knew the two girls had parted on a less than happy note when Lucy had witnessed Emmie being punished that morning. “Perhaps you also wish to assure Lucy that you are happy in your own home with your own Papa,” he said, and saw the flash of concern that, Lucy might not think as highly of her new friend as Emmie wished, cloud his little one’s eyes.
“Yes, Papa. I don’t want her to think we … we can’t be true friends,” Emmie said, softly. Stefan pushed back his chair and motioned for her to come to him. Once she was settled on his lap, he kissed her cheek.
“I know you miss your friends at your school, little one. I know it can be hard to be alone. I’m very proud of you for caring about Lucy. I will see if her Papa would like to bring her to supper soon,” Stefan said.
“When?”
“In a couple of weeks, Emmie,” Stefan said, firmly. “Despite your eagerness, I feel it necessary to allow Lord Huntington time to introduce Lucy to his family and allow her time to adjust to her new home.”
“But, Papa, that’s too long. Why can’t they visit this weekend? I don’t want to …”
“Emmaline, do you really think it is a smart choice to argue with me? I would think your session this afternoon would serve to remind you that it is not proper for you to question either my answer or my reasoning. There won’t be an invitation extended if you continue to misbehave. Naughty little girls are not allowed to have playmates visit.”
Seeing the truth of his words in his eyes, Emmie nodded reluctantly. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I just want to make sure that Lucy is as happy at Hunte
r’s Ridge as I am with you.”
Stefan was pleased with her words and her sincere apology. He’d looked forward to the proposed visit as well. He would find pleasure in visiting further with Lucas as Emmie played with little Lucy. When Bertha took Emmie upstairs to give her a bottle and prepare her for bed, he sat in his office and wrote a quick note to Lord Huntington, inviting him and Lucy for supper. Stefan added that Emmaline’s birthday was Saturday-after-next and it would be a nice celebration for her to be able to spend it with Lucy. He smiled as he added a request to the letter knowing that if it came to pass, the little woman sleeping upstairs would be very pleased. As he placed the letter on the tray by the door to be delivered, he also hoped that Lucas’ sweet little Lucy was finding herself welcomed into her new home.
Later that evening, when his bride was nestled up against him, her head on his chest, he told her of the invitation.
“Thank you, Papa,” she said, lifting her head to press her lips against his. “You are too good to me.” Stefan chuckled, his hand stroking against her bottom, the welts he had placed there only hours before seeming to belie her words. It continued to amaze him that, no matter how difficult a session had been, despite how painful he knew a strapping, birching or caning was for his little one, it was what she needed to be genuinely happy and content. Her guilt cleared, she was thankful that her Papa would not allow her to be naughty, showing his care in his discipline as well as his comfort when it was done and she was being held in her Papa’s embrace.
“You’re welcome, Emmie. As I’ve tried to teach you, good, obedient little girls get rewarded.” His eyes twinkled as he pressed her to lie on her back. Her low hiss as her bottom contacted the sheets was ignored as he drew her legs apart and claimed her as his. Emmie clung to him, the combination of the pain in her bottom, the memory of her session across her punishment horse and the love she felt flooding through her entire being as he drove himself deeply into her served to lead her to the very heights of exquisite pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was screaming his name in pleasure as her culmination consumed her. Spooning against him afterwards, she smiled as she slipped into sleep, thinking about all the wonderful ways in which her Papa rewarded his good little one.
