Disciplining the Maid

by Zoe Blake

  "What do you have to say to Papa?" he asked when her sobs began to abate.

  "I'm sorry for disobeying you, Papa. It will never happen again,” Lily said softly, failing to meet his gaze. He smiled to himself, knowing there would be plenty of times his little one would disobey him, but he knew he would always be there to correct her by any means necessary.

  "All is forgiven, little one. Now, let us get you into your pink dress."

  Papa helped her back into her childish attire. Lily winced as he brought her drawers over her sore, reddened bottom. She waited patiently as he got dressed and then meekly took his hand to be led from his chambers and down the hall. Lily felt embarrassed and self-conscience in her attire, knowing her legs were scandalously exposed, but knew better than to complain to Papa. They stopped in front of a small door at the end of the hallway that was usually locked and Lily was surprised to learn there was a staircase on the other side. Papa led her up the stairs into a large, airy chamber.

  It was a beautiful nursery. Paintings of scenes depicting toys, parks and dolls surrounded by simple gold frames decorated the pale green walls. Large pastel pink rugs covered the polished hard wood floors. There was a small play area with dolls, stuffed animals, books and toys. Across from a cheery fireplace was a teacher's desk and chalkboard with a small child's desk in front. At the far end of the room was a cream-colored crib decorated with pink bows. It that looked far too large to be a normal baby's crib, and when Lily peered inside she gave a squeal of delight. Resting against the side was a pretty doll, which looked just like her! It even had on a tiny version of the pink dress she was wearing. Papa picked up the doll and held it out for Lily, who quickly clasped it to her chest. She was filled with childish glee; having been raised in the cold, confines of an orphanage, she’d never known the luxury of owning her very own doll! Papa led her over to the large rocking chair placed near the crib and placed her on his lap.

  "Lily I want you to listen very carefully to me." Papa raised her chin with his finger when he realized she was too busy admiring her new doll to respond.

  "Yes, Papa?"

  "I had this nursery decorated just for you. I want this to be your new room."

  Lily stared at him with unblinking eyes. She did not understand. He tried to explain further.

  "Lily, baby, I want you to become my little one. I want to take care of you. You will never have to work or worry about anything beyond pleasing me. It pleases me to treat you like a little girl - to control what you wear, what you eat, where you sleep. I want you to become completely dependent upon me for your every need. Do you understand what I am saying?"

  "You already treat me like a little girl when you ... when you take me over your knee and spank me,” Lily replied.

  "I have started treating you like my little one but now I want to take it further," Papa explained. "I want you to completely submit. I want to treat you like a little girl all the time, not just when I am disciplining you. If you agree, you will never be treated like an adult again. You will have to obey me in everything." He wanted to make sure she fully understood what he was asking of her, for once she agreed there would be no turning back.

  "You will have pretty dresses and lots of dolls." He tweaked her cheek, making her smile. "You will also have a nanny to take care of you and I will see that she properly schools you. I want my little one to learn her letters and to read and write. You will also learn how to please me. Just like Papa trained your bottom to accept his cock, I will also train your pussy and that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he brushed her full bottom lip with his thumb in a soft caress. Lily did not fully understand his meaning, but her body did. She could feel a responding tingle between her legs as he talked.

  "What happens when you tire of me? Will I go back to being your maid?"

  He smiled at her question, knowing he would never tire of her. "No, Sweetheart. First of all, I will never, ever tire of you, but to put to rest your fears, I will have papers drawn up saying I will buy you a house complete with a carriage and staff and provide for you for the rest of your life should we part ways. You will never have to work another day in your life, baby." She smiled at his assurances, but then grew solemn. There was still one other possibility - one that hurt to consider.

  "What if you should marry?" she asked, knowing he must one day. He was a powerful lord, after all, and it was expected of him to marry and carry on his line.

  Rand could not imagine marrying and bringing another woman into his household. He was a second son with a fortune of his own, and there were no expectations of his providing an heir or taking a wife. He wanted no one but Lily, and knew he would never risk marrying and giving his wife the power to send her away as would be his new wife’s prerogative, since keeping his mistress in the same household would be too scandalous. Lily was his and he was keeping her, but he was not prepared to divulge his feelings for her just yet, so he chose a more candid answer.

  "One day I may marry, but I will make sure that my new wife loves my little girl as much as I do."

  A small part of Lily hoped he would flaunt the dictates of society and choose to marry her, but she also knew that was not practical or possible. She would have to be content with the affection he now offered, for it was more than she had ever received in her lonely life, and it was more than anything she’d ever dared hope for.

  "I am going to leave you up here for a few hours to think about my offer. You are not to leave this room," he warned sternly. "I will have Mrs. Oliver send up a tray for you." Papa rose and carried her over to the play area, gently setting her down among the toys and stuffed animals. Then with a quick kiss on the top of her head he was gone.

  Lily lost herself in play for the first hour. She was surprised when Mrs. Oliver appeared with a tray. It felt very strange to be playing on the floor with dolls instead of working and then to have her superior bring her a tray. She felt as if it should be the other way around, and hid a secret smile at the turn of events. Perhaps she could get used to the idea of being coddled and protected.

  "Here you go, dearie," Mrs. Oliver said affectionately.

  "Mrs. Oliver," called out Lily before the elderly housekeeper had a chance to leave. "I need ... I need some advice," she hesitantly asked. "Papa ... I mean ... His Lordship has asked me to be his …" Lily couldn't say the words. "That is to say, he wants me to ... to …" Lily couldn't finish.

  "Hush, dearie, don't fret," cooed Mrs. Oliver, treating Lily more kindly than ever before. Mrs. Oliver had been working for the gentry her entire life, so nothing shocked or surprised her anymore. She had seen far worse than a lord wanting to treat his mistress like a little girl, and truth be told she thought it was sweet. Besides, if his Lordship was happy, the household was happy and this slip of a girl made him happy. "All you need to think about is how he makes you feel. Don't worry about whatever anyone else may think or say. All that is important is if you care for him and if he treats you well. All right, dearie?" Mrs. Oliver gave her a pat on the head and left the room.

  Somehow, getting Mrs. Oliver's approval made everything seem less confusing. Lily looked over the tray she had brought up. It was filled with delicious pastries and sweet jams. There was even a pot of warm chocolate! She was used to a simple fare of bread and weak tea each morning. Lily had served her betters pastries and chocolate but never tried some herself. Now she reveled in the luxury of each sweet, buttery bite. Oh yes, she could indeed get used to such a life.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Becoming His Little One

  Lily knew she would agree to become Lord Stockton’s little one. She loved him, and knew he adored her. She would do anything for him, although in the coming days she would come to realize she did not fully understand the extent to which he expected her to submit.

  When Papa returned, she told him her decision. Lily would always cherish the look in his eyes the moment she told him. He picked her up and twirled her around and they laughed together as he held her tight.


  "You have made me very happy, little one," Papa said as he caressed her cheek. "It is time to make you truly mine." He led her over to the large crib at the end of the room. "Turn around."

  Lily did not hesitate to obey him. She felt a tug on the large bow at the back of her dress, then he grasped her shoulders and turned her back to face him. Lily was caught in the intensity of his gaze as he slowly undressed her. When she was completely naked, he turned his attention to the crib. Lowering the side, he picked Lily up under her arms and placed her in.

  "Lay back," he instructed in a voice hoarse with desire.

  Rand grasped her knees and forced them up, spreading her legs wide. Without having to be told, Lily took hold of the slats above her head.

  "Good girl," he said, pushing a single finger past her soft petals. Lily was wet, like he knew she would be and he rushed to release his swollen cock from his trousers and stepped between her open legs. As he rubbed the head of his cock against her sensitive clit, Lily moaned with pleasure. She had no idea of the pain she was about to endure.

  "You are going to take Papa's cock deep into your body, baby girl."

  Lily tensed at his words. The pain of his cock pushing into her bottom was still all too fresh. She wanted to please him, but was frightened at the thought of him once again forcing his member into her.

  "Papa, I'm frightened. I don't like when you put your cock in my bottom," Lily pleaded. "It hurts. Please don't do it." She knuckled her teary eyes.

  "You are my little one now, Lily," he said in a warning tone. "You no longer have a say in how I use your body for my pleasure. I plan on taking your bottom often, but right now I have a different hole in mind." He pushed a finger past her pussy entrance. "Papa loves to hear that pretty innocent mouth say naughty words,” he said. “Ask me to fuck your pussy,"

  "Will it hurt?" she asked in a soft voice, tucking her chin under and lowering her gaze.

  "Yes," Rand answered bluntly as he grasped her chin and forced her brown eyes to meet his ice blue ones. "It will hurt. But you will take the pain for Papa, won't you?" At her slight nod, he continued. "Now....ask me to fuck your pussy."

  "But...." Whatever Lily was going to say was cut short when Papa gave her a stinging slap to her inner right thigh.

  "Please fuck my pussy!" Lily cried out.

  "What was that?" Rand asked as he smacked the other thigh, giving it a matching hand print.

  "Fuck my pussy, Papa! Fuck my pussy!" Lily shouted out desperately and Rand placed the head of his cock at her wet entrance and ruthlessly thrust to the hilt, tearing through her maidenhead. He did not give her body time to adjust to the feel of his thick shaft stretching and filling her. Ignoring Lily's cries of pain, he pounded his cock into her wet heat, relishing the feel of finally pushing into her body, of claiming her. Grasping her knees and forcing them into her chest, opening her wider as he looked down to watch her small cunny entrance obscenely stretch to accept his shaft. He could feel her inner muscles clench and tremble with each forced entry. Rand was a man possessed, his need to dominate taking over as he pinned her down, and brutally drove into her tight, innocent cunny.

  "Is Papa hurting your tiny pussy with his cock?" His words were a dark rumble as he breathed harshly against her neck. Rand knew he was being rough with her and part of his mind screamed to gentle his approach, to kiss and coddle her. But the emotions behind the impulse alarmed him. Mistresses were for fucking. He knew in his soul that Lily was different, that what he felt for her went much deeper, but he was not prepared to admit it. Even as he took her innocence and branded her with his seed, he needed to distance himself, to give in to the conflicting desire to both claim and push away.

  "Yes....yes....yes..." Lily mindlessly answered to the rhythm of each thrust. It felt like he had taken over her body. She could feel him moving inside of her, each bruising thrust bringing a fresh wave of pain.

  Rand released her knees and bent over her body. Placing one forearm by her head and grasping Lily's throat with his other hand, he tilted her head back and whispered into her ear. "From this day forward, not a day will go by you won't feel my cock in your sweet cunny or struggle to accept it up your small bottom or taste it in the back of your throat." He moved his mouth down her neck to her breast, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and gently scraping it with his teeth. Rand tortured her breasts while he continued to relentlessly punish her pussy with each powerful lunge.

  “Come for Papa, ” he commanded, and it was all too much for Lily. True to her submissive nature, his dominance over her body coupled with the kiss of pain was all she needed to come. Moments later, his cock pulsed as he filled her hot, wet heat with his cum. He had marked her; she was finally his.

  Rand left her curled up in the crib as he crossed the room to the water closet to return with a wet linen that he carefully pressed against her sore pussy. After cleaning her, he quietly replaced the crib's side, locking her in. Lily looked up at him with sleepy eyes.

  "I love you, Papa," she whispered.

  He smiled at her declaration but said nothing for several moments.

  "Rest, little one," he finally answered as he stroked her cheek. "Tomorrow you will meet your new nanny."

  She had already fallen asleep and did not see him pull the rocking chair close to her crib so he could watch over her. He stared at her cute, pink mouth gently open in sleep, the dark fan of eyelashes against her flushed cheeks, and knew he was a fool to try and distance himself. He had fallen in love with her from the very first moment and the more she gave of herself to him, the deeper he fell. It made him wonder who had truly submitted.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Meeting the Nanny

  "Such a sweet little one! You are a lucky man, if I may be so bold, your Lordship."

  "You may."

  After Papa had taken her virginity, Lily was so worn out, she had slept through the night, naked and curled up in the crib. When she next opened her eyes, it was to the sight of Papa standing by her crib with a strange woman. Crying out, she tried to hide her nakedness by turning on her stomach.

  "Now, now. None of that!” said the woman, “There will be no hiding your cute titties from your Papa."

  Lily felt a stinging slap to her exposed bottom. Grabbing her cheeks, she turned onto her back, sending a pleading look to Papa who laughed and stroked her hair. Lily took in his disheveled appearance and realized he must have stayed by her side the entire night.

  "Lily meet your new nanny," he said as he lowered the side of the crib and helped her to stand. Lily felt all the more bare standing in front of the fully clothed older woman. She was in her late forties with pitch black hair pulled back in a severe chignon and a gray uniform with a crisp white apron. From the set of her mouth and lowered eyebrows, Lily could tell this was a woman who would not tolerate any nonsense.

  "My Lord, might I suggest a bath for the little one while we talk about your expectations?"

  "Excellent idea, Mrs. Temple," Papa agreed. "Why don't you prepare her bath while I give Lily her breakfast?" As Nanny left the room, Papa led her back to the rocking chair and placed her on his lap.

  "Papa, could I please get dressed?" Lily asked, feeling embarrassed at her naked state.

  "No, little one. Nanny is here to take care of you. Each morning she will be the one to bathe and dress you. You had best get used to her seeing you naked."

  As His Lordship settled Lily more comfortably on his lap, he reached over to the small table by the chair and picked up what looked like a baby bottle. Lily stared in horror; surely he did not expect her to suckle from a bottle like a baby! Papa could see the indignation in her eyes. He knew he made himself clear yesterday about what he would expect from her but also understood there would be an adjustment period.

  "I told you yesterday I would treat you like my little one in every aspect," he said in an admonishing tone. "You will take your bottle like a good girl or I will turn you over my knee,” With that stern warning, he placed the nipple of the bo
ttle against her pink lips. "Open your up for Papa," he said and, whimpering, Lily complied and allowed him to push the nipple into her mouth.

  "'Now, suck," directed Papa, his attention focused on her lips. He watched as her delicate cheeks hollowed with each pull on the nipple. "Good girl."

  Papa slowly began to rock back and forth in the chair. Lily was laying in his embrace with his arm wrapped around her back as his free hand gently stroked the side swell of her breast. She slowly closed her eyes and let the warm milk and the sensation of being in Papa's strong arms sooth and comfort her. Rand loved cradling his little one in his arms and gently rocking her as she took her bottle. He gazed at her sweet mouth pulling on the nipple, felt her warm, soft skin and smiled in the knowledge that she felt safe and protected. All too soon, Lily finished and looked up at Papa with sad eyes. He chuckled and stroked her cheek. "Don't worry little one, Papa will have another bottle for you tomorrow morning."

  "Little Lily's bath is ready, sir," Mrs. Temple quietly interjected, not wanting to disturb the endearing moment.

  "Very good, Mrs. Temple." Papa lifted Lily into his arms and carried her into the bathing room. Gentle swirls of lavender-scented steam rose from the large tub in the far corner.

  "Lavender is very soothing for babies and much more appropriate than grownup soap scents like rose or gardenias," Mrs. Temple explained. Papa gently lowered Lily into the warm water. He moved to sit on a stool behind her, his knees on either side of her head. Accepting a bathing cloth from Mrs. Temple, he began to tenderly rub it down Lily's arms and back. Lily forgot all about the other woman in the room as she focused on his touch caressing her skin. When he reached her breasts, she arched her back, pushing them into his exploring hands.