by Zoe Blake
"Punish…punish…my…my," she stammered.
"Ah, ah, ah…say please, first."
"Please, punish my asshole," she whispered.
"Good girl."
Fairfax moved over to the open box of glass dildos on her bedside table. He selected one that was about eight inches long, over an inch wide and ribbed. He moved over to the end of the bed and held it up for Madeline's inspection, delighted when her eyes grew wide.
"I am sure you delighted in inflicting many a punishment with your little box of amusement over there. It should be entertaining to experience it for yourself don't you think?"
Madeline moaned and shook her head 'no' but said nothing. Fairfax held the dildo up before her. "Did you ever use this on one of your lap dogs? Do not lie to me."
"No," she whispered. "It is new."
"Perfect. Now, baby, I want you to open wide. You need to get this nice and wet for me."
Fairfax placed the cool tip of the glass dildo against her lips and pushed.
It scraped along her teeth as he pushed the cold glass into her warm mouth. Of its own volition her tongue swirled and curled around the invasive object, trying to force it out. Fairfax pulled it out and pushed it back in several times. Madeline shamelessly imagined it was his own warm cock he was forcing into her mouth instead of a cold glass one.
"That's my good girl," he said proudly. He then knelt on the bed between her stretched open thighs. "Your poor bottom hole is swollen tight from your punishment, so this is going to hurt more than it should," he said as he positioned the now warm, wet tip of the glass dildo at her puckered entrance.
It stung and burned as he put more and more pressure trying to force the blunt object into her bottom.
"Please, I've never…It can't…" she babbled incoherently in her pain.
Fairfax ignored her. Placing a restraining hand on her stomach and leaning up on his flanks for leverage, he put more force on her resisting bottom. Finally the sore, swollen ring relented, the first rib of the dildo popped in.
"Ow…ow…oh…no…" she groaned.
Fairfax moved the dildo from side to side, opening her further. He forced it in another inch, causing Madeline to arch her back from the sharp bite of pain. Tears slid down the side of her cheeks. "Please don't push it in any deeper, I can't take it."
"Nonsense. It is barely in. You still have another six inches. You would be surprised how much your bottom can take," said Fairfax as he thrust another inch in further.
Madeline clenched down in pain as he twisted the dildo almost all the way out and then drove it back into her reluctant hole. Fairfax tormented her several more times, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing it further in. Madeline could feel her stomach start to cramp from the strain of trying to clench her bottom closed.
Fairfax gave a final driving thrust. Madeline howled in pain. The eight inch dildo was fully seated in her tender bottom, her puckered hole stretched smooth and thin around the base. He ran a finger over the angry red edge.
"Take it out. It feels wrong. It's stretching me too open. Please!" she begged.
Fairfax pinched her swollen cunny lips and pulled them open wide, exposing the sensitive soft pink inner skin.
"What are you doing?"
Fairfax began to quickly flick his tongue back and forth over her engorged nub.
"No! Don't! I don't want to feel this," she exclaimed.
"But your body does," he responded. "This is the full release your body craves."
Fairfax continued to flick her bundle of nerves till Madeline was flushed and breathing heavily. The moment he knew she was close to release, he leaned up…
"I'm…I'm..." she breathed.
"I know, baby."
Madeline closed her eyes, swept up in his strength, in the power of her own release. After fighting her attraction to him for so long, it was a release in itself to just give in, to allow him to carry her away.
Fairfax positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. With the large dildo forced up her bottom, he knew she was going to be impossibly tight. He rubbed the head over her clit, gathering her own moisture to ease his way in. Grabbing her hips, he thrust his own forward. She moaned as his shaft slowly squeezed into her tight passage.
"Oh god, I've never felt this full…this tight," she groaned. Madeline had never experienced such complete fulfillment. As he slowly possessed her with his cock, she was so tight she could feel the ridge of the bulbous head as it moved deeper into her body. She was in awe. When he was seated to the hilt, he paused.
Fairfax leaned his forehead against her own. They breathed in each other's air. She could feel him pulse inside of her. Her whole body hummed with the energy of her coming release. The punishment, the pain, and the lack of control - he had bound her body to free her mind, to free her to feel the full impact of all he had to give.
"Do you finally understand?" he asked, searching her eyes for the truth.
"I understand."
Fairfax smiled. "Took you long enough, Maddie my dear," he teased as he once again started to slowly thrust.
Chapter Five – A Picnic With Her Future Papa
"Wake up, my little angel."
Angeline felt the soft brush of a petal against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open to see Blackhurst leaning over her with a pink rose.
"Oh my," she exclaimed as she struggled to sit up. Cheeks flaming hotly, she grasped the bed linens close to her chest. "Lord Blackhurst!"
Looking delightfully innocent and ruffled, fresh from a night's sleep, it was all Blackhurst could do not to strip down and join her under the warm covers. Playfully touching her on the tip of the nose with the pink rose he held, he admonished, "You almost slept the day away."
Uncertain how to react to a man in her bedroom let alone a powerful and handsome lord, Angeline just stared at his perfectly tied cravat, unable to meet his eyes.
Blackhurst tugged on one of Angeline's blonde ringlet curls to get her attention, wanting to see those big, beautiful, midnight blue eyes in the daylight. "I have an amusing day planned for my little adventurer."
He was not disappointed when her eyes lit up with delight.
"Truly!" she exclaimed, forgetting her nervousness.
"Truly," he laughed.
When he had learned of the planned entertainments for the day, he knew he needed to spirit her away. He did not want his little innocent corrupted by witnessing Lady Shackelton's version of Derby Day with the gentlemen playing the thoroughbreds.
"But first, I need to make sure your bottom is not too sore from your punishment last night."
Angeline stared at him with mounting horror, surely he did not mean to look at her bare bottom! In the daylight! She shook her head, slowly scooting away.
"Now, Angeline, do not fight me on this. It was your first punishment. I want to make sure you have suffered no ill effects. Now roll unto your tummy like a good girl."
"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt. I promise!"
"I will see for myself, little one," he said sternly as he motioned with his hand for her to move onto her stomach.
With a small whimper, Angeline reluctantly turned over onto her stomach. Scrunching her eyes tightly closed when she felt him slowly pull the bed linens away from her body. His hands felt warm against her cooling skin as he pressed them against the back of her upper thighs, gently pushing the fabric of her nightdress up.
Blackhurst could feel her body tremble under his light touch. She was so deliciously responsive. In the silent room, he could hear her breathless gasps with each movement of his fingertips as they inched closer to the juncture of her thighs.
Angeline clenched her bottom cheeks as he pushed the silky fabric over the soft mounds to pool on her lower back. Burying her head deeper into the covers, she was torn between wanting to hide from his gaze or rub against his touch. She felt wanton and shameful.
Laying a hand on one pale, smooth cheek, he said, "There is only the slightest blush. Shall Papa kiss it and make
Shocked, Angeline rose up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder in time to see his striking profile lower to her bottom cheek. She could feel his warm breath a moment before his lips touched her skin.
"All better," he said with a wink. Her only response was a small squeak of surprise.
"Now let's get you up and dressed, we have quite a day planned."
Blackhurst moved to her dressing cabinet to see if there was a scrap of clothing not provided by the atrocious Lady Herrington. Angeline stayed tucked in bed, uncertain. He returned holding a faded print linen dress. Angeline was horrified. It was one of her own seamstress dresses.
"Oh, no! Not that one, my lord. It…it must have been placed in there in error," she protested, deeply embarrassed. "I'm sure there is something much more suitable."
Leaping from the bed, no longer concerned for her sheer attire, she went up on her tip toes to try and grab the simple dress from his grasp as he held it away at arm's length. Blackhurst hooked an arm around her waist, drawing her in close. Angeline instantly stilled, taking in the warm scent of clove as she pressed against his hard chest.
"Don't ever lie to me, little one," he said. His stern expression causing a flutter in her stomach. "I'm aware this dress is your own. I wish to see you garbed in something more innocent…more fitting than the wardrobe provided by Lady Herrington."
"But…but the other guests…they will see…and…"
"Hush, you need not worry. We will not be with the other guests today."
Angeline's eyes glowed with pleasure, perhaps she was her mother's daughter after all, she thought! She must not be as dreadfully dull as she feared if this fine-looking lord wanted to spend the afternoon with her. She smiled at the thought.
Blackhurst caressed her cheek with the tip of his finger. "You have the sweetest smile, my little angel. Now, off with this nightdress." He reached for the scalloped hem. Angeline shyly backed away.
"Please, my lord, may I get dressed behind the privacy screen?"
"If you ask me properly," he coaxed, leaning down close to her lips.
"Please, my..." She paused at his raised eyebrow and then continued. "Please, Papa, may I get dressed behind the screen?" she breathed against his lips.
After pressing his lips briefly against her own, he whispered, "You may, but hurry."
Blackhurst gave her bottom a playful swat as she scurried across the room carrying her underthings and worn, print dress. Several minutes later she emerged looked fresh and innocent in her plain, unadorned gown.
"You look adorable. Let's be on our way."
"But I must put up my hair," she protested.
"Leave it down. I like to see it curly and free down your back."
* * * * *
Blackhurst led her out of the manor through the servant's entrance and back to the stables where a smart curricle awaited them. He had thoughtfully assumed her education thus far had not extended to learning how to ride a horse so he had arranged for Lady Shackelton's two-wheeled chaise for Angeline's comfort.
After seeing her settled with a blanket tucked across her lap, they were off across the picturesque grounds. Angeline nibbled on the sliced apples and cheese he placed on her lap while she listened to his heroic tales of the gallant knights and fair maidens that used to roam across the lands they now traversed.
He took Angeline to a Grecian folly that overlooked a small pond. There he relaxed in the sun and watched as she fed the ducks and chased butterflies with childish glee. After over an hour, he was finally able to coax her back to the blanket to sample the repast Cook had repaired for them.
"You run and play as if you have never seen grass before," he teased.
She smiled shyly. "Oh, I have seen it before in the parks in London where the fine lords and ladies walk, I have just never really had a chance to run and play. There was always work to be done. After my mother died, there wasn't much time for fun and games."
Blackhurst looked at her thoughtfully. Brushing a stray curl away from her face, he asked, "You did not have much of a childhood, did you, little one?"
"Oh, Grandmama tried, but she did not approve of Mother's choices, so I think that is why she was so very strict with me."
Blackhurst took her small hand into his larger one. "What if I could give you the childhood you missed?"
Angeline laughed. "Are you a wizard, my lord? Do you possess the power to turn back time?"
"No, but I do have the power to read your mind," he said as he slowly pulled her down onto his chest.
Angeline pressed her hand against the steady beat of his heart, entranced by his words.
"I see a sweet beauty who was frightened by her body's response to my touch last night. Who cannot explain why pain brought her pleasure. Who enjoyed being forced to bend to my will even while she struggled in my grasp. Who says she wants adventure but what she really yearns for is an all-consuming passion," he whispered suggestively against her lips. "Well, little one? How did I do?"
Angeline's eyes fluttered closed. Her only response a sigh.
* * * * *
Blackhurst returned Angeline to her rooms just as the sun was setting. Most of the guests were asking for a tray to be sent to their rooms rather than making an appearance in the dining room that evening, having been tired out from all the pony play earlier, so he need not worry about Angeline being tempted to join them. He took the liberty of ordering her a special light dinner and a bath. Giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, he promised to return later.
Angeline felt nervous and excited all at once. Tonight he would make her his.
Chapter Six - A Painful Adventure
Angeline was pacing around her room when Blackhurst entered. He locked the door and pocketed the key.
He could tell she had bathed as he had instructed. Her bright gold hair was even curlier as it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, held loosely in place by a simple blue ribbon. The poor thing had on a garish orange dressing gown trimmed in black. It was so big the sleeves had to be rolled up at the wrists.
Angeline held her breath. It was obvious he had also bathed since they had last met. His wavy black hair slicked back still slightly damp. The scent of soap still clung to him. Gone was the stiff, formal evening attire. In its place was a pair of black silk sleeping trousers under a hunter green and gold brocade dressing robe. Angeline shied away from meeting his intense gaze and instead focused on the expanse of chest exposed by the robe. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, she could see the well-defined muscle and thick swirls of black hair. Everything about him was masculine, powerful. Angeline shivered with awareness. His sharp eyes caught the movement, like a predator sensing weakness in its prey.
"Why…why do you keep asking me to call you Papa?" she asked tentatively, breaking the silence.
Angeline nervously sought to distract him with questions and conversation. Certain this was what she wanted, she was just not certain she could actually go through with it. Sacrificing her maidenhood to a handsome lord would be the epitome of a grand passionate adventure. Afterward, she would return to her cold, colorless world in dreary London but for one brief wonderful moment she would have lived. She would have been her mother's daughter - not thinking of consequences, but only of desire and emotion and adventure. But now that the moment was upon her, she was overwhelmed and frightened. He was just so commanding and masculine and…tall.
Blackhurst crossed the room to stand in front of Angeline. Holding her gaze prisoner, he reached for the wide silk sash of her dressing gown and slowly pulled it free of its loops. Her dressing gown gaped open; underneath she wore a simple lawn nightgown trimmed in pink lace. Angeline reached to cover herself, but a stern look from Blackhurst stopped her.
Removing his dressing robe, he circled behind her, pressing his warm bare chest against her back as he brought his arms forward. Angeline instinctively leaned back, seeking his warmth and strength. He placed the black sash over her eyes and secured it in a bow behind her head, blindfolding her.
"But…" she started to object.
"Shhh…" he whispered against her ear as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He slid the dressing gown down so that it pooled at her feet, leaving her only in her thin nightgown. He placed a protective hand around her waist and leaned in close.
"I want you to call me Papa, because I want you to trust me in all things. I plan to treat you like my precious baby girl. I will clothe, feed and shelter you. Like a child, you will depend on me for all your needs. I want you to have no more adult concerns or worries. Your sole purpose will be to give and receive pleasure. In return, I will demand your complete submission and obedience. I will accept nothing less. You will belong to me completely. That, my sweet little one, is why I have asked you to call me Papa."
Angeline did not know how to respond. She felt dizzy and speechless.
"You wanted an adventure, my little angel," he continued in a low gravely voice as he moved to stand in front of her. "I want to give that to you. An adventure filled with pleasure." At that perfect, sweet reminder, all her doubt fled.
Angeline gave a small gasp as she felt his fingers work the small pearl buttons down the front of her nightgown. Soon it joined her dressing gown on the floor. Angeline nervously clenched her fists, already knowing he would not allow her to cover herself.
Blackhurst took in the soft perfection of her. Despite her petite frame she had generous curves, with gorgeous full breasts and a nipped in waist. He'd already had a view of her plump bottom, and looked forward to exploring it further. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed.
Reaching for the blindfold, Angeline nervously whispered, "I want to see you."
"Not yet, little one. For now I just want you to feel."
Knowing it was her first time, he did not want her distracted with maidenly fears. He knew a woman's first glimpse of a man's cock could be intimidating. There would be plenty of time for her to become intimately acquainted with the look, feel and taste of him. At this very moment, he wanted her to just concentrate on how her own body felt.
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