Papa's Prey

by Zoe Blake

  Corinne hazard a glance from under her thick lashes at the man who sat silently across from her. She wondered which world he represented. His title, wealth, even the fine cut of his clothes bespoke him a gentleman in every respect. Yet, his demeanor, his actions, his stated intentions towards her screamed of a primal nature that would disregard the laws of man and perhaps even God at whim. He had made it clear she was more possession than wife and would be treated as such. What kind of life awaited her in this forbidding castle with the even more formidable dark duke?

  Lucian alighted from the coach without waiting for a footman to open the door. Turning, he reached into the dark depths of the interior for Corinne. Instinctively, she wrapped the fur-lined blanket more securely about her as she shrank against the far corner of the seat.

  Her small resistance was futile. Corinne could feel herself being lifted into strong arms.

  “Is this the little doll?” said a woman’s voice.

  “It is, Mrs. Canon. I will carry her into the nursery and then leave her in your charge.” His voice rumbled against Corinne’s cheek as it pressed against his purple waistcoat.

  “Of course, Your Grace.”

  The woman did not attempt to speak to Corinne. Feeling overwhelmed and desperately tired from the events of the night, she was grateful to be disregarded. Burying her head more completely within the folds of the blanket, she closed her eyes and hid from her fate.

  The harsh sound of his boots echoed on the polished stone floor as they entered the hall. She could feel herself being carried up a staircase.

  Finally, she was laid down onto feather softness.

  Corinne was only barely aware of the hushed conversation taking place over her sleepy form.

  “Well now, she is a dear.”

  “Her name is Corinne.”

  “What a lovely name,” cooed Mrs. Canon.

  “She will require a thorough cleansing when she awakens. I want her cunny shaved. Her hair cut and placed into curls. No nappy for now. We will see how she behaves. Dress her in the blue frock, I believe.”

  “Yes, Your Grace.”

  “I want her prepared and brought to my bed chamber no later than half past seven tonight. Till then, you have my instructions.”

  “Of course, Your Grace,” responded Mrs. Canon respectively with a curtsy.

  Lucian turned to leave. As he reached the threshold, he turned back. “I almost neglected to tell you, Mrs. Canon. We will need to add a more vigorous oral regimen to our already prepared bottom training. I would start her on the trainer as soon as she rises.”

  “Very good, sir.”

  “I leave you with your charge.”

  “Well now, don’t you have the prettiest pair of green eyes?”

  Corinne stared up at the unfamiliar woman. She was of later years. Her skin papery thin and pale with blue watery eyes. Small wiry gray curls peeked out from beneath a white lace widow’s cap. Her large bosom was covered in a sharply starched pristine apron.

  Corinne sat up in the bed. “Thank you, ma’am,” she responded shyly.

  “Oh lord love you, dear, there is no cause for such formalities as that. You and I are about to become very well acquainted. Nanny will do if you please.”

  Corinne bit her lip. Nanny seemed a strange way to address the unknown woman, but she was not of a disposition to argue.

  “Now, you wait there among the covers like a good girl, and I will run you a bath. We are off our schedule a bit today, but you needed your sleep, and we will set it to rights soon enough!”

  The older woman bustled out of the room. As soon as she was gone, Corinne tossed aside the fur blanket and arose. Sparing a furtive glance toward the door the woman had just walked through, she began to explore her surroundings.

  It was a large rectangular room with a high gabled roof. The windows flanking the one side were quite small and covered in delicate lace. She must be in an attic room of some sort, thought Corinne. The walls were freshly painted white and bare of any adornment. It was the furniture placed about the room that was most curious. In the corner was a small table with four spindle chairs all painted a cheery yellow. On each chair there was a beautiful doll, between them a child’s tea set. In another corner there was a hobby horse festooned with pink ribbons braided into its realistic looking tail and mane. It was curious in many respects. It looked far too large for a small child, and it had the oddest saddle upon it. It looked as if the saddle horn was on the back of the saddle instead of the front, and it was a strange oblong shape. There were more toys and childish objects about the room, all small yet slightly too large for a child. It was all so very odd! Corinne felt like that character Alice who’d fallen down the rabbit hole. Everything around Corinne seemed normal yet not. Her brow furrowed as she walked over to the bed placed against one wall. Suddenly, she gasped. A previously unseen lowered rail, told her she’d not slept in a bed at all. Though larger than any she’d seen before, what stood before her was definitely a crib. As she gazed upon the feather pillows and pale pink coverlet, she noticed something in the corner she’d also not been aware of before. Going up on her tip-toes, she yanked on the object. Secured to the corner railing of the crib was a thick leather strap with a large silver buckle.

  “Disobedience!”

  Corinne dropped the leather strap with a shriek and quickly spun around, her hands clasped guiltily behind her back. There stood the old woman, her hands on her hips, her brow furrowed.

  Gone was the soft, soothing voice. “Disobedience will not be tolerated in this house. You were told to stay abed. You have earned yourself a black bead.”

  Corinne could not imagine what the woman meant. “Please, ma’am…I mean, Nanny. I meant no harm.”

  Nanny turned and marched to a strange object hanging on the wall over the crib Corinne had just laid upon. It was a large silver bar. On the left were ten brightly polished black beads about the size of a palm. The Nanny took hold of one of the beads and slid it all the way to the right.

  Turning back to Corinne, she explained. “That is your punishment rack. Each time your papa enters this nursery, he will take account of how many black beads you have earned and determine an appropriate punishment. The more beads, the more severe the punishment.”

  Corinne blushed scarlet with humiliation. The woman knew she had been instructed to call the duke her papa. Did she also know about how he’d punished her with a spanking? Did this mean he would do it again if she misbehaved?

  “Never mind your excuses. Come along to the bathing room. You have now made us unforgivably late.”

  Corinne hastened to do as she was bid.

  The bathing chamber was massive and far more elegant than the rudimentary facilities at the abbey. Both the floor and walls were covered in black and white tiles, cleaned to a bright shine. In the center was a large, club-footed porcelain tub filled to the brim with steaming water. On one side was a small fireplace to keep the room warm and toasty. On the other, a sizable, black marble topped table stood with heavy wooden posts.

  “Well now, do not dawdle. Off with your clothes.”

  Unwilling to earn another black bead, Corinne kicked off the soft kid slippers she still wore and discarded the now hopelessly wrinkled silk nightgown. Turning, she raised a foot to climb into the bath.

  “Not yet. Up on the table if you please.”

  Awkwardly covering her body with her arms, Corinne stared at the woman in confusion. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”

  “I want you to lay on top of the table. Really, child, I don’t see how I could be any more clear.”

  “But why?”

  Grabbing Corinne by the upper arm, Nanny ushered her over to the table and forced her up onto its cold surface. “It is not your place to question. Now lay back.”

  With tears pricking her eyes, Corinne did as she was told, shivering as her bare back touched the hard, icy marble.

  “Tuck your knees up high and then open them wide. Like a little frog.”
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  Clenching her fists at her side, Corinne raised her shaking limbs but could not make herself open her legs. Nanny grabbed each knee and ruthlessly forced them down. Feeling dreadfully exposed, Corinne let out a sob.

  “No sniveling, dear! That reminds me.” Nanny crossed to a small cabinet. After rummaging about in a drawer, she returned with a strange object in her hand. With horror, Corinne realized the object bore an uncanny resemblance to…well…to the cock the duke had made her kiss!

  “Open your mouth.”

  Corinne tightened her lips and shook her head.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Another black bead for you!”

  Corinne gasped in dismay. Taking advantage, Nanny forced the object between her lips. It was impossibly thick, almost a finger’s length wide and half as long. It tasted like a rubber baby’s nipple. Her lips stretched around its uncomfortable girth as her tongue swirled about the object trying to force it out. Nanny buckled the soft leather strap behind her head, securing the object in Corinne’s mouth.

  Corinne reached up to try to take it out. Nanny slapped her hands away. “That is your training mouthpiece and your papa has ordered you to wear it.”

  A tear trickled from the corner of Corinne’s eye to disappear down her cheek.

  Picking up a mortar, Nanny began to vigorously work a boar’s hair brush over the caked soap within, working up a thick, foamy lather.

  At the first touch of the brush’s lather coated bristles, Corinne sat bolt upright.

  “Settle back. You have already earned yourself another bead for trying to refuse your trainer. Don’t make it a third so soon.”

  Dejected, Corinne laid back down on the now warm marble as Nanny worked the brush over her exposed cunny, covering it in a thick layer of shaving soap. She then picked up a heavy strop and began to rhythmically sharpen an evil looking straight razor. Corinne watched it gleam in the candlelight with widened eyes. As the nanny approached, she started to shake her head no as she clamped her knees closed.

  “Well now, don’t make me strap you down, dear. I fear you will find it most unpleasant,” warned Nanny.

  Whimpering around her mouthpiece, Corinne opened her legs.

  Nanny placed a restraining hand low on Corinne’s stomach and pulled the skin of her sex taunt.

  Corinne held her breath as the sharp edge of the razor pressed against her skin. There was a pause, then Nanny scraped it down the center of her cunny, exposing smooth pink skin in its wake. Wiping the razor on a small linen tucked into her apron pocket, Nanny repeated the motion. Each time placing her hand on Corinne’s stomach, using her thumb to pull the skin tight, before continuing the scrape of the razor.

  Corinne breathed heavily through her nose as a small amount of spittle formed at the corner of her mouth. In her distress, she was actually taking comfort from sucking on the large rubber cock inside her mouth. Small crescents formed on her inner palms as her nails pressed in deep. Her whole body shook from the effort to stay still through Nanny’s mortifying ministrations.

  “There now, all nice and smooth. No more nasty curls. Little girls need to be smooth and clean on their cunnys,” commented Nanny with a satisfied smile.

  Corinne placed a hand between her legs. The skin felt cool and damp. Her stomach did a strange flip as her fingertips grazed over the smooth skin. It felt wrong…and yet…

  “Now. I want you to flip over and get up on your knees, placing your cheek against the marble top.”

  Corinne’s cheeks flamed as she remembered the last time she was told to place her cheek against a marble top. The memories of the scandalous bare bottomed spanking she had received still sparked confused feelings of shame and excitement.

  “Hurry up. We have a schedule to keep, young lady!” scolded the nanny.

  Corinne gingerly moved into a kneeling position on the hard table.

  “That’s right. Now cheek down and bottom cheeks up!”

  Corinne started to whimper as she tried to plead around the mouth gag.

  “Silly child. Stop your fussing. I cannot understand a word you are saying.”

  With another whimper, Corinne rested her cheek on the marble with her bottom in the air.

  Anxiously, she listened as the nanny bustled about the room, opening and closing drawers. At the sound of water being poured from a pitcher, and a bottle being uncorked, Corinne struggled to understand what was happening. Feeling vulnerable and alone, she had no choice but to obey this stern woman. Her fear of the duke’s anger and possible punishment for disobedience was greater than her need for answers or explanations.

  She felt a soft hand on her right bottom cheek. Corinne’s body jerked with surprise, her bottom cheeks protectively clenching tightly closed at the contact.

  “Open those cheeks,” reprimanded Nanny. “You need your daily cleansing.”

  Corinne could not fathom what the woman meant but reluctantly relaxed her body. Once again she felt a soft hand, this time fingers breached the seam and pried her bottom cheeks open. Corinne choked on the rubber cock forced into her mouth as she swallowed a sob of humiliation.

  “Don’t we have the cutest little bottom hole! All pink and tiny. His grace will be very pleased,” cooed Nanny.

  Corinne couldn’t help but tense, feeling her back entrance pucker as something thick and cold was brushed over it. A fingertip gently swirled the mixture into her skin as if smoothing the small ridges. Corinne gave out a muffled cry and fell forward flat onto her stomach as the finger forced its way into her tiny hole.

  Giving Corinne a quick spank on her upper thigh, Nanny said, “Get back up onto your knees. My lord, reacting that way over a small finger in your bum! What are you going to do when his grace forces his thick cock up there?”

  Corinne’s vision clouded with tears as her hips swung back into position. Cringing as the finger returned to her bottom hole, she bit down hard on her mouth gag.

  Nanny’s finger pulsed in and out of her body, swirling the cool lubricant around the edge and inside.

  “You will feel some pressure as I push the nozzle in,” instructed Nanny.

  Corinne’s body tensed, anticipating pain.

  “It looks like I am just in time,” came a deep voice from behind her.

  Corinne fell to her side, clasping her knees tightly to her chest as she looked askance at the duke. He must have just come from a bath. His black hair was wet and curling at the ends. He was dressed in dark breeches with a white linen shirt, open at the throat, no cravat. The opening showed swirls of black chest hair and the deep outlines of thick muscle. Tossed over his shirt was a cobalt blue brocade dressing gown which fell in heavy folds to the floor. Even informally dressed he looked every inch the lord and master of the castle.

  “Your Grace.” Nanny gave a respectful curtsy at his entrance.

  Again, her pleading gaze was ignored as Lucian stroked Corinne’s cheek with the back of his knuckles. She could feel the cold metal of his signet ring against her warm skin.

  “I see you followed my instructions with her trainer,” he said, keeping his eyes on Corinne.

  “Yes, Your Grace. She fussed a bit with me putting it in but has taken to it well. As you can see, we were just about to start her cleansing.”

  Lucian reached for the silver buckle holding the mouth gag in place. Unlatching it, he gently pulled the rubber cock from Corinne’s mouth. She immediately licked her dry lips. “There that is better. I want to hear your responses to your first cleansing,” he remarked.

  “Now, dear, up into position. Let’s show your papa what a good girl you can be,” instructed Nanny.

  This was not to be borne, thought Corinne. It was beyond shameful to be placed on display with no covering for modesty, even if he was her husband.

  “Please, Your Grace, have mercy. Please let me cover myself!” pleaded Corinne.

  “Nanny, please go into the bedroom and give Corinne a black bead,” said Lucian before turning back to Corinne as the nanny left to do his bidding. “You will
be punished later for failing to call me Papa. You are my possession. Your only duty is to obey me. I will not explain this to you again. Do you understand?”

  Corinne solemnly nodded before forcing her trembling limbs back into position to avoid earning yet another bead.

  Lucian took up a position at the front of the table. “Tilt your chin up. I want to see your eyes,” he commanded. Corinne obeyed.

  Nanny entered the bathing room and returned to her ministrations. Picking up the metal enema nozzle, she placed its blunt head against Corinne’s oil slicked entrance and pushed.

  Corinne could feel building pressure as her body resisted the intrusion. The small ring of muscle was no match for the hard nozzle. It slid into her body. It felt more awkward than painful. The nozzle was jostled and then weighted down as something was attached to it. Corinne closed her eyes as she let out a whimper.

  “Open your eyes,” Lucian harshly commanded.

  “With your permission, Your Grace,” said Nanny.

  Corinne opened her eyes to see Lucian nod.

  There was a loud click in the quiet room. Corinne felt a rush of warm water enter her body through the nozzle. It felt oddly pleasant at first. Then the water kept rushing in. The pressure built and built. She shifted her hips in discomfort. The warm water did not relent. Her bottom hole tightened painfully around the curve of the nozzle in a desperate effort to keep the water out. Her body tensed as her stomach clenched and cramped.

  Corinne groaned in pain. “Oh no. It hurts. Please make it stop!”

  “We have only just begun, little one.”

  She could feel perspiration begin to coat her skin as her body reacted to the pressure and pain invading her bottom. Her flat stomach began to round as her body filled with water.

  “A full soapy two quarts, Mrs. Canon.”

  “Yes, Your Grace.”

  Corinne began to keen and sob as the clenching, grasping cramps wracked her body. Her toes curled as her hands balled into tiny fists.

  “She is full,” said Nanny.