by Zoe Blake
His action startled her and he watched as Corinne released her grip, allowing her cheeks to close.
Lucian swung his arm back, bringing it down full force on the underside of her left bottom cheek. The sound of skin on skin contact resonated around the silent study with a crack.
Corinne let out a pained yelp.
In short order, the distinct, pink outline of a handprint could be seen on her upper thigh.
“Spread your bottom cheeks.”
Corinne rushed to obey. Bending her torso up and arching her back, in her efforts to please him.
Her rosy, puckered hole glistened with oil.
Picking up the strand of punishment beads, he rolled the smallest between his thumb and forefinger. “There are eight beads and I’m going to push every last one up your bottom. Now I want you to ask me sweetly for your punishment.”
Choking back a sob, Corinne’s voice was hoarse as she obediently asked, “Papa, may I…may I…take the punishment…beads…up my…up my bottom?”
Lucian placed the first bead against her tiny back hole. Rolling the bead counterclockwise, he teased her bottom hole, watching as it twitched and tightened with every sweep of the smooth bead against its sensitive edge. When he was certain the black marble was covered in a sufficient amount of oil, he pressed.
Corinne groaned and lifted her hips.
Lucian applied more pressure. The light pink skin around her tiny hole whitened as the black bead was pressed against her resisting body. Shifting his hand, his knuckles grazed her shaved smooth cunny as he used his thumb to apply more force to the bead. Slowly her body relented. He watched as her bottom hole opened and swallowed half the bead. He pushed harder with the pad of his thumb and it disappeared into her body.
“Ow! Ow! I don’t like this!” whined Corinne.
Ignoring her cries, Lucian pulled on the braided cord which held the beads. Her bottom was forced open as the glistening black orb was pulled partially out.
“Oh no! Please! It hurts!”
“You are going to have a very difficult time with this punishment, little one.”
He pushed the bead back into her bottom and moved his hand down the cord to the next, slightly larger one. After teasing her flesh once again, he forced the bead into her unwilling body.
Corinne bounced up on her toes once again. “Please, Papa! Please stop! I’ve learned my lesson!”
Lucian forced two more punishment beads into her bottom. The tight ring of muscle was weakening from the strain to keep the beads out.
“You are half way through the strand, but I fear these last four will be the most difficult for you,” warned Lucian.
The final four marble beads were the largest, with the final one being close to two inches around. For her tight, untried bottom it would be a struggle to accept.
Corinne cried out as the fifth bead was pushed against her bottom. “It hurts! I can’t! It hurts!” she rambled as her grip on her bottom cheeks loosened in her pain.
“Keep your cheeks open and spread for Papa or I will have to take my riding crop to you before finishing your punishment,” warned Lucian.
With a whimper, she shifted her fingers to dig deeper into her own generous flesh, gripping each cheek so hard, red marks appeared on her creamy skin.
“It appears the oil has been absorbed into your skin. I will have to use your own cream to help ease the way.”
Lucian slid the sixth bead between her cunny lips, rolling it back and forth over her sensitive nub. When the bead was coated in the cream of her arousal, he pressed it against her puckered hole.
“Please! Stop!” moaned Corinne in agony.
“You can plead all you want, but your body aches for the pain. Craves it,” insisted Lucian as he ruthlessly pushed in the bead.
“Ow! Stop! It’s full! It’s full! Please don’t push in any more!” cried out Corinne.
“Your bottom will be forced to accept a great deal more later tonight.”
Placing a restraining palm on her lower back, Lucian prepared to drive the final bead in deep.
Corinne screamed in pain as the final, largest bead was pushed deep inside her bottom.
No longer able to obey, she collapsed onto the floor at his feet. Curling into a small ball as she clutched her middle, pleading through her sobs, “Take them out! Take them out! It hurts! Please, Papa!”
Lucian crouched down. Placing a finger beneath her chin, he lifted her tear stained face. Taking in her flushed cheeks and eyes bright with pain, he said, “You will keep those beads in your bottom for the rest of the day until Papa takes them out tonight.”
Her eyes were bright with fear, pain…and something else…burgeoning awareness that her Papa was not a man who considered mercy. Corinne wailed in misery as Lucian gathered her into his arms.
She cried the whole way back to her nursery.
Lucian left her in the care of Nanny with special instructions for how she was to be presented to him later that evening.
Without a word to the weeping Corinne, he left the nursery just as silently as he had entered it an hour earlier.
Chapter 7
The clock on the mantel began to chime. Corinne stared at the ornate piece. It was black porcelain with intricate vines of gold wire intertwined along the sides. Large rose blossoms made of gold decorated the front. The top of the clock contained a bird of prey with its wings spread. It was darkly beautiful. An exquisite piece playing a light, charming tune while imbibing an almost sinister quality. It was the perfect possession for Papa.
A possession.
She was also his possession.
A doll to be dressed and played with at will.
At this moment, she was dutifully standing on her pedestal in the window alcove of his bedroom. Once again, she was framed by the massive standing candelabras which cast a warm halo of light around her form. Nanny had dressed her according to Papa’s command.
Tonight he wanted to play with his little kitten.
Nanny had brushed her hair till it was smooth and straight, then pulled it tight, back into a large pink bow at the base of her neck. A pair of triangle ears made of royal purple silk and embellished with tiny pink sapphires to mimic a light pink center were pinned to her hair at the top of her head. Using a kohl stick, Nanny had traced three long lines on each cheek as whiskers. On her body she wore a purple silk corset and a piece of crinoline that had been fashioned into a very short skirt, like the kind ballerinas on the stage wore. The skirt only encircled her lower waist, leaving her cunny and bottom bare and exposed.
Corinne shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Reaching back, she felt the braided, silk cord that tickled her upper thighs. The strand of black, marble punishment beads were still forced inside her bottom with the remainder of the cord wedged between her cheeks to dangle between her legs. It was a difficult feeling to describe. Deep inside her body was a heavy, hard reminder of Papa’s dominance over her. Every time she moved, every time she breathed, she could feel the beads inside of her. Possessing her.
Tears pricked her eyes as she recalled the humiliation of earlier that afternoon inside his study. Being thrown over his desk and forced to expose the most hidden part of her body to his gaze. Then the painful feeling of him penetrating her with those awful beads. One after another. It felt as though the strand would never end. Each one bigger than the last. Her body felt full and stretched. Dominated.
When he had returned her to Nanny’s care in the nursery, she had been put down for a nap. She had just laid there in her crib, feeling the pulse of pain radiate from her bottom across her whole body. But with that pulse there was also a hum, a vibration. The last time she had felt this aware of her body was when Papa had taken a riding crop to her cunny. Each time, the pain had focused her attention inward. Nothing else mattered but how her body felt to her in that moment. Just like that time in his bed, the pulsing vibration had blossomed into something more. An aroused awareness. Of him. Of his touch. Of the pain. Of her body’s
response.
She remembered how he had used her own body’s arousal to punish her with the last few large beads.
Nothing in her past education had prepared her for this sinister seduction of Papa’s. She lacked the words to bring meaning to her emotions.
He was becoming a religion to her. A religion that demanded sacrifice and pain but promised a pleasurable reward.
Her heathen god.
Her master.
Her Papa.
So now she dutifully waited, dressed as a kitten. Waiting to do his bidding.
Lucian entered his chamber, carrying a black velvet box.
“There’s my obedient little kitten.” His smile did not quite reach his dark eyes.
Placing a finger under her chin, he forced her eyes to meet his own.
“Tell me, little one. Did you enjoy having the punishment beads deep in your bottom all afternoon?”
“No, Papa,” whimpered Corinne.
“And why is that?”
“It feels wrong and…my…my bottom hurts.” Her eyes were luminous with tears.
Lucian ran the back of his knuckles down her smooth cheek. “You deserved the punishment. You disobeyed me.”
“Yes, Papa.”
“I already enjoy seeing you in pain. How your small body tenses with each strike of my hand. The look of my mark on your lovely skin. Do not push me further, little one. I wouldn’t want to force you to accept more pain than you could handle. Then I would have to find myself a new doll to play with.”
Her body trembled with fear, but he could see the unwanted spark of unholy arousal in her expressive eyes. She was too innocent to understand. He was too experienced not to notice.
“Would you like to see your present?”
She managed a slight nod.
Lucian opened the black velvet box. He lifted up the contents, holding it up to the candlelight. It was a black leather collar, suspended from the center was a massive emerald cut into the shape of heart.
The tip of his warm fingers grazed her cool skin as he reached to clasp the collar tightly around her slender neck.
“My pretty kitten needs a pretty collar, one that matches her beautiful eyes. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Papa,” she whispered.
Lucian turned his back and casually walked to a table the servants had placed in front of the fire. Upon it sat a large silver tray with a crystal pitcher filled with cream, a matching crystal bowl, a small silver funnel and his black box camera. He poured a generous amount of cream into the bowl and placed it on the floor. Lucian then sat in the large upholstered chair, the draping of his heavy, dressing robe falling open to expose strong thighs. The place between his thighs cloaked in shadow but no less intimidating for what it hid behind the darkness.
“Crawl to me kitten. Papa has a sweet treat for you.”
Corinne stood upon the pedestal, hesitant.
“I said crawl,” commanded Lucian through clenched teeth.
Spurned by his harsh tone, Corinne fell to her knees. Awkwardly, she crawled across the thick Persian carpet till she was prone before his feet.
“Lick the cream.”
Corinne leaned down. The heart-shaped emerald clinked against the edge of the clear, crystal bowl as she pushed out the tip of her small, pink tongue to lap at the cream.
“Good girl, but something is wrong.”
He chuckled as she raised worried eyes. So eager to please.
“My kitten doesn’t have a tail. Turn around and tilt your bottom up high.”
He could hear the small sob escape her lips, but she still did as she was told. He watched in silence as she turned on her knees to face away from him. The crinoline skirt framed her lush bottom like a halo.
“Higher. Place your cheek on the carpet.”
Her bottom pushed up higher. He could just see the few inches of black, braided cord as it peeked out from between her thighs, wedged between her bottom cheeks.
“Reach back and open your bottom cheeks like you have been taught.”
Her tiny hands reached around the stiff crinoline and pulled open her bottom cheeks. Her small puckered hole still looked dark pink from the abuse it had taken early that afternoon. Leaning forward, Lucian grasped the cord and started to pull.
Corinne yelped as the largest bead began to force its way out of her bottom through her small hole.
“Papa, it hurts! Please!”
Ignoring her plea, he watched as the black glossy surface of the bead peeked through. Slowly her bottom hole spread open and the bead popped out.
Corinne released her grip on her bottom cheeks with a yelp as her body sprung forward.
“Get back into position,” Lucian barked.
Corinne obeyed.
Lucian applied more pressure and watched as the second marble bead was forced out of her body. Corinne was crying softly now as one bead after another was pushed back through her tight entrance. He stopped at seven beads, leaving the final one still in lodged in her bottom.
“That is better. Now my kitten has a tail. Crawl away and let me see your pretty tail.”
Corinne crawled forward. He watched as the black beads bounced against the back of her thighs, knowing with each movement forward she could feel the beads against her skin as well as the one still in her body. After a few steps forward she stopped.
“Did I tell you to stop? Keep crawling.”
Once again, she obeyed.
After several moments, he called her back to him. “Lick the cream.”
Her pink tongue lapped at the cream. Lucian poured himself a brandy as he watched the hesitant rhythm of her tongue as it dipped into the cream filled bowl.
“Would you like Papa to remove the final bead?”
“Yes, please, Papa.”
“Very well. Crawl up onto the bed and place your cheek on the covers, your bottom high.”
She scrambled to do his bidding. With her back turned, she did not see him move the table with the silver platter closer. He picked up the camera. Looking through the small window, he framed her bottom with its beaded tail and clicked the shutter.
“Turn to look back at me, little one. I want to capture that beautifully submissive look in your eyes.”
Corinne turned to look over her shoulder just as he released the shutter.
“Good girl.”
Placing the camera on the tray, Lucian turned back to his plaything. Pulling on the cord, he ruthlessly pulled free the final bead.
Corinne cried out, “Ow!” before subsiding into whimpers.
Setting the beads aside, he picked up the silver funnel. Its neck was only about three inches long and narrow. She would barely feel it as he forced it into her bottom. Allowing her to keep her hands lowered, he pushed the cold, metal neck of the funnel between her bottom cheeks.
“What is that Papa?” asked an alarmed Corinne.
“It is not your place to ask questions,” admonished Lucian.
Using his fingers, he pried open her cheeks so that he could place the tip of the funnel against her clenched hole…and pushed. The narrow neck easily slid past her body’s feeble resistance. He pushed until the full three inches of the neck were deeply seated in her bottom.
Picking up the crystal pitcher, Lucian slowly began to pour the cream into the funnel.
Corinne’s back arched the moment the cold liquid poured into the warm insides of her body.
“Oh! Oh! No, please, Papa! Please tell me what you’re doing!”
Taking a small amount of pity on his little captive, he explained. “I am filling your little bottom with cream so I may fuck it with my cock.”
“What? Oh god, No! I beg you. You can’t.”
“When will you learn I can and will do whatever I please, and it will please me to fuck your tight, little bottom.”
“Please! Please can you not just…just do what you did last night?” she stammered.
“Fuck your pussy? No, my little bird. I am after a more challenging, painful
pursuit this eve,” he darkly responded.
He slowly poured the cream in till the pitcher was almost empty. Setting is aside, he instructed, “Now I want you to clench your little hole tightly as I pull the funnel free. Do not let the cream escape or you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papa.” Her response was muffled against the bed linens where she had buried her face in shame.
Lucian slowly pulled the funnel free, pleased to see her puckered hole tighten and clench. Still, a small drop dribbled out and slid down to her cunny. Leaning over, he flicked his tongue up the trail of cream, feeling her body shiver from the intimate contact.
Removing his robe, Lucian fisted his cock and stepped behind her prone form. Caressing her dark pink skin with the bulbous tip, he asked, “What do you say, little one?”
“I don’t know,” sniffed Corinne.
“You need to ask me to fuck your bottom with my cock.”
Corinne sobbed.
“I will only make it more painful the longer you delay,” he warned.
“Papa, may I…take your cock in my bottom?”
“Ask me to fuck it,” he ground out, growing impatient. His need to possess this final, painful part of his possession growing with each long moment that passed.
“Papa…Papa, please fuck my bottom.”
Lucian took a moment to appreciate the slope of her back. The sleek curl of her blonde hair as it rested between her shoulder blades. The glimpses of his collar wrapped tightly around her neck. The curve of her bottom as it was perched high by his command.
Gripping his pulsing shaft in his hand, he placed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. He pushed his hips forward. Cream covered his cock as her bottom was forced open. He thrust deeper.
Her hips bucked as she tried to pitch forward away from the pain.
Lucian’s large hands spanned her waist as he pulled her body back…pulling it deeper onto his cock.
The cream felt warm and slick along the sensitive skin of his shaft as he thrust forward. Her body clamped around his flesh. Tight. Hot.