by Maggie Ryan
Removing his cock from her mouth, he spoke again. "Open your mouth wider, show me that you are holding Papa's seed." Her face turned scarlet but her mouth opened, a pool of his cum resting on her tongue. "You may close your mouth but don't yet swallow."
She slowly closed her mouth, her body trembling as he held his cock, smearing the remaining drops of cum all over her lips with the tip. Her chin was shiny with spilled seed, her breasts dotted with additional drops.
"Swallow."
It took her several moments before she swallowed, gave a grimace and couldn't control a gag as her body accepted his essence. He waited until she swallowed again before he spoke.
"Open and show Papa that you truly accepted the lesson." Alexandria opened her mouth to show it was empty. Max traced a finger along the droplets on her chin and extended the finger. "All of it, Alexandria." Her tongue slowly came out between her lips to cautiously lick the seed and to swallow it. She repeated the gesture when he presented her with the spilled seed from her breasts and, after she'd swallowed it all, he finished her lesson.
Holding two fingers at her lips, he whispered for her to open and when she did, he slid the digits inside. "Suckle my fingers, Lexie." As she did, his cock stirred, his desire not satisfied but her punishment was done, only one thing remained. Pulling his fingers free, he gave her his last instruction. "You may make your apology, and Lexie, remember how I taught you to offer it."
"I'm sorry I was a naughty girl, Papa. I'm so sorry I said naughty words. Thank you for punishing my mouth with your cock. Thank you for… flushing me clean with your seed." It was obvious she fully remembered the lesson from the examination as she bent forward and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock.
"You are forgiven, little one." Max tucked himself away, buttoning his clothing, completely aware she was watching his every move. "You may release and stand." He reached out and took her hands, making sure she was steady before releasing her to take his seat. She took a step towards him and he stilled her by reaching out to cup her face.
"And now, little one, it is time for your atonement spanking. Lower your drawers for me."
*****
Her heart had skipped when he'd kept her from him. All she wished was to have him hold her, to cradle her on his lap. The punishment she'd just endured had not been enough? It took her a moment to realize the two were separate—neither having a thing to do with the other. Swallowing hard, her throat a bit sore, she understood the punishment had been promised yesterday after her tantrum. This spanking was one to be given every Sunday. No matter how good she was during the week, on this night, she would be spanked—at the very least.
Looking up, she realized how patient he was being, how gentle he'd been. It had been the most embarrassing punishment she could think of, and yet she had seen the length of his cock. He could have forced far more of it into her mouth, down her throat. Instead, he had only given her what she could accept. Shuddering, and with trembling hands, she slowly pushed her only remaining covering down until her bottom was bared.
"Take them off, Lexie. You'll be naked for your spanking."
Stepping out of her drawers, she felt both shame at her willingness to obey, and intense desire, as her eyes met his before his gaze dropped to her sex.
"Beautiful. Just as you won't be allowed to hide your eyes, you won't be able to hide your body."
Alexandria was guided across his knees, her torso supported by the ottoman, her legs hanging down behind her. The roughness of his clothing against her skin had the goose bumps returning to pop out on her skin. Her nipples ached as they pressed against the ottoman. When his hand began to stroke her bottom, she felt her clittie throb and her face flush. God, he knew she was a—what had he called her? Wanton. Yes, she was that, and knew she should feel extreme shame for being so. Nanette's accusation of having the devil in her flashed through her mind and she stiffened.
Almost as if he'd read her thoughts, she heard his voice. "Relax, Lexie. I've got you. There is no one here besides the two of us. You need to obey your nannies, your teachers and Miss Summers, but, my love, you need not worry about what others might think. I understand your needs, your desires, and Lexie, I share them. You'll learn to be a very proper, very well-behaved little one, but when you are in my bed or over my knees for this type of spanking, you will also learn how to apply obedience and submission to give great pleasure and to find your own. You made me very proud when you accepted your oral punishment so bravely and accepted its lesson. Now it's time for you to make me very happy by allowing yourself to enjoy my touch. What others think will not matter—you are to please me and, my love, watching you find your pleasure will please me immensely."
She learned that there were indeed differences in being pulled across a lap for a discipline lesson and in being held on a lap and spanked until she was squirming with feelings she'd never felt before. His hand slapped against her bottom, hard enough to have her gasp and feel the sting, and yet he caressed the same spots until she was pushing her bottom up, begging for the next slap, the next caress. Her legs parted of their own accord, her hips pushing back and lifting, silently begging for his touch, for a hand to cup her bare sex as it had her clothed one.
When the touch came, she moaned, the sound eerie and yet filled with want, with a need she still didn't understand. Thick fingers found her slit, the cream she had been producing since she'd stepped into the front parlor allowing him to slide his fingers easily between her lips and to ease his passage as he slid just the tip of one finger into her.
"You are wet, Lexie. Your quim is glistening with your cream and your sweet little clittie is so swollen."
"Oh... oh, Papa," she moaned, her body feeling as if it was burning from the inside out.
He said nothing, just made a soothing sound as he stroked slowly in and out of her for several unbearably long moments that did nothing to ease the fire building inside. When his thumb rubbed across her clittie, she arched her head back, her heart pounding. If she thought she was burning before, she felt as if her body was an inferno as he continued to touch her.
"I promised not to damage your virtue, Lexie and I will keep that promise. Your maidenhead will not be breached until we are in our marriage bed. But, little one, I will give you lessons in pleasure. Tonight you will learn to spend; you will come and come hard on my fingers. Are you burning, Lexie?"
"Ye-yes!" she moaned, her hips pushing against his hand, seeking what she did not yet know.
"I'll make you burn in so many ways," he promised. "You'll go to bed with a burning backside and sometimes, you'll go to bed with the burning you're feeling right now. Only I will ease the burn of either. Do you wish to see how? Are you ready to obey me and come?"
"Yes... please... please, Papa." Her fingers gripped the edge of the ottoman, her nipples feeling as if they would explode, and her clittie was throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.
"Then you shall come."
A finger moved into her again, a bit deeper than before. Strokes in and out had her pressing backwards as if to drive it deeper—but her Papa was in control. His thumb continued to stroke over her nubbin, moving to circle it, pressing against it as she felt her body tensing, her hips unable to remain still.
"Papa, oh… oh…"
His finger swirled just inside her opening, plunging just a bit inside as his thumb pressed against her nubbin. When his finger moved from her slit and slid down to press against her bottom-hole, she jerked and, for the first time, attempted to pull away from the touch.
"No, Lexie, be still for Papa."
Her head told her to fight, to beg him not to touch her in such an intimate, private place. But her body began to betray her as his finger began to push inside her bottom, her whimpers of shame belied by the rush of additional cream she felt flooding into her sex. Her clittie was still being stroked, flicked, manipulated… until she was pressing down to feel more of the incredible sensation and then back again, as if asking for the finger to delve deeper into
her back passage. Her entire body seemed to be coiling, to be preparing to burst. When his finger joined his thumb, taking the erect nubbin and squeezing it tightly, his other finger thrusting fully into her bottom-hole, Alexandria's world imploded.
The heat that had been building consumed her, flowing through every inch of her body. Her scream of pleasure echoed around the room. Her body twitched as her muscles convulsed. It took several minutes before the soft whimpers she'd begun issuing stopped, her heart rate gradually slowing. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined such pleasure, never in her life had she felt so languid, so utterly sated. She only gave a soft mew as he popped his finger from her bottom, barely aware of being moved until she felt his arms wrapping around her, his hand stroking through her hair.
"Beautiful. I love watching you come for me, Lexie."
She smiled as he kissed her forehead. It no longer mattered that she was naked and he fully clothed. What mattered was that he was holding her, stroking her and loving her.
Her childhood had been simple, and yet she had always felt loved. The comfort given had ended with her parents' deaths. Tears filled her eyes as she found it again—and so much more. She wished never to leave his embrace, but all too soon he had her standing between his legs again.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked down when he moved to pick up her nightgown. The front of his trousers was bulging, his cock pressing once more against its confinement. Her earlier thoughts of him taking her… making her his flooded her mind. When he turned to her, her breath was coming a bit faster, her blood heating and that delicious tingle reignited between her legs. Smiling shyly, she waited for him to take her hand and…
"Arms up, little one."
Again her thoughts stuttered, but her arms lifted above her head. Her Papa pulled the nightgown over her head and took her hand. Leading her to the bed, he released her hand to pull back the covers before turning to pick her up to set her onto the bed. She gasped as she realized he had forgotten to put her back into her drawers.
"Stay." She smiled as he bent forward to kiss the very tip of her nose. "I forgot something." Alexandria watched as he moved back to the ottoman, bent to pick up her discarded drawers and brought them back, along with the box he had set on the table. Expecting to be picked up to have her drawers pulled on, she was surprised when he laid them at the foot of the bed before coming to her. He took her stuffed tiger off the top of the box and set it on her pillow at the head of the bed.
"Everything in this box is for you, and yet also for your Papa," he said, as he put the box onto her bedside table and removed the lid. "You'll learn many lessons in submission as you begin your training." As she craned her neck, he chuckled and moved the box to sit beside her on the bed. Alexandria looked down, her confusion at his statement only growing.
"What is it?"
Her Papa didn't answer for a moment as he reached inside and removed the first item, which was another box. "These are your training plugs for your bottom-hole, Lexie."
"Plugs?" Her mind instantly recalled the first meal she had eaten in the school. She could easily envision Janey and Claudia, their clothing secured at their shoulders, their drawers parted and their red bottoms not able to close fully. They had mentioned plugs, and she now understood that they hadn't been clenching something between their cheeks, their cheeks were slightly parted because their bottom-holes had been holding a plug. Her pucker clenched at the memory of her Papa's finger and the naughty, shameful pleasure it had brought her.
"Are you—did I do something naughty? Claudia and…"
He laid his palm on her cheek. "No, little one. Plugs of various sorts are often used for punishment, as was the case for your friends. But they are also used for training. Your little pucker is too small and needs to be taught to open. These plugs will teach your muscle to relax."
"Why?"
"Because, Lexie, I promised never to harm you. It might harm you if I didn't take the time to train you, to stretch your pucker." He reached out and stroked her cheek. "Just as your mouth is mine to punish and to pleasure, your bottom is mine to do the same. That includes your precious pucker. My fingers aren't all you will find inside your pucker. You need training before I put my cock into your bottom."
Alexandria couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd seen his cock, she'd had it put into her mouth and hadn't been able to take much, her jaws still ached from having to stretch open to accommodate less than half of his shaft. She remembered the sensation of the thermometer sliding into her bottom, she remembered both her Papa's and the doctor's fingers, and she remembered the enema nozzle. None had even come close to the size of her Papa's cock.
"No, you, you can't." Her Papa's look had her swallowing hard. "It-it won't... why?"
*****
"Alexandria, you do not tell me that I can't. I can and I will, because it is what I desire." He opened the box to expose a row of plugs that graduated in size from one only slightly bigger around than one of his fingers, to the final one which was much thicker. All were about five inches in length. Max picked up the small jar out of its slot.
"Though we both know how wonderfully wet you become, this is your lubricant." He ignored the disbelieving look on her face, reaching to take the first plug. Turning slightly, he placed both items into her lap, her gasp of shock also ignored. Closing the small box, he moved it to the bedside table.
"Look at them, Lexie," he instructed, when it appeared she was looking anywhere but down at her lap. "Touch your plug." He moved to sit beside her, his hand picking up the plug and one of her hands, placing the strange object into it. "This is not much larger than my finger. You'll hold this in your bottom to start your training." He spoke softly, his hand wrapping her fingers around the plug.
"I-I don't want…"
"I'm not asking if you want to, Alexandria, I am going to place your plug into your bottom. The question is; am I going to do so after I spank you for being naughty, or are you going to submit to your training?"
A moment passed and he felt her fingers relax beneath his. He released her hand as she ran her fingers along the plug, from its tapered end, down the length, pausing at the wider bulge her bottom would have to open to accept before the final inch narrowed to a flared base. He was pleased when she lifted her face and looked at him.
"Will it hurt, Papa?"
Max would never lie to her. Absolute trust was necessary for her to be able to release her fears, to accept both pain and pleasure.
"A little, but the plug is small. Your bottom is virginal and untrained, but the pain will be brief. You will grow accustomed to holding your plug." He opened the jar and showed her the lubricant. "I'll coat your pucker as well as inside your bottom." Taking the plug from her, he set the jar on the table. "I'll also coat your plug. The lubricant will allow your body to accept the plug without as much pain."
He used his free hand to cup her chin, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and yet she didn't pull away. "Trust me, Lexie. You do not want to have your bottom virginity taken without training. Tell me why I'm going to take your bottom."
"Because you don't want to t-take my maidenhead."
"No, Lexie. I want more than anything to take your maidenhead, to make you mine."
"Then why don't—"
"It is not yet time," he said, patting his leg. "Come, over Papa's knees. It's time to seat your little plug." Taking her hand, he gently helped her to lie across his lap. Picking up her tiger, he handed it to her and moved her pillow so that she could lay her head down comfortably. Lifting her nightgown, he bared her bottom, which was still blushed pink from her spanking.
Stroking his palm across the plump cheeks, he wondered if she was aware of his cock against her hip. Once more he wondered why he had decided to wait… she had seemed almost disappointed when he'd said it was not yet time. A smile lifted his lips as he realized that waiting was serving a purpose he had not yet truly considered. His little one was proving to be an extremely sensual woman. By the time h
e pressed himself into her cunny, she would not be frightened, she'd be ready to accept him in his role of her husband.
At her soft moan, he realized he had been rubbing her bottom and her body was responding. He slipped his hand between her thighs. "Open your legs, Lexie." Her quim was slick, her lips swollen and her clit filling. Not allowing his hand to pleasure her, he began her training.
She moaned and buried her face in her pillow as he applied a very generous dollop of the lubricant to her pucker. Her body stiffened as he began to push his finger inside, but at his reminder to relax, to push back and let him in, she relaxed enough to allow his finger to slide past the puckered ring.
"Relax, Lexie. I'm going to coat you inside." Several trips in and out, gathering lubricant and coating her internally, had her bottom squirming and he glanced down to see more cream filling her cunny. Looking to the head of the bed, he saw her cheek pressed to the pillow, her hand curled to her chest, her tiger sharing her pillow. Her eyes were closed and a soft moan drifted to his ears. His little Lexie was indeed a rare woman, one who it seemed would learn to enjoy bottom play.
Max popped his finger out, loving her soft gasp, and was looking at her when her eyes opened. "You won't feel empty long. Papa is coating your plug." Her eyes fluttered closed as spots of color appeared on her cheeks. With a generous coating of lubricant, something he would rarely offer, the plug slid in with only a bit of protest on her part as the widest bump had her sphincter muscle stretching further than it ever had. Her only sound was a soft moan as her pucker closed around the flange of the plug her bottom had swallowed.
Max patted her backside. "Good girl." He pulled her gown down and then lifted her to sit on his lap. When she gasped, he smiled. "You did very well. Tell me, did it hurt?"
A small fidget preceded her answer. "A little. I don't like it, Papa, it feels funny. Please… please take it out now."
"No, Lexie. You'll become accustomed to the feeling. You'll remain plugged and the sizes will increase as your bottom-hole learns to stretch. Now, it's late and you aren't yet prepared for bed." Lifting her yet again, he moved her to lie on her back and stood. From the large box he pulled an item that had her eyes going wide.