Papa's Little Pain Princess

by Zoe Blake

  The illicit comment sent a shiver of awareness down Winnie’s spine. She felt a familiar tingle between her legs. Squirming she tried to block out his words.

  “I bet your cunny is getting slick just hearing my voice talking about it,” he chuckled.

  Before Winnie could respond or deny the truth, there was the disturbance of another visitor to the nursery. Winnie groaned at the prospect of someone else witnessing her humiliation but knowing there was nothing she would do to prevent it especially with him there.

  “Ah, very good. The wet nurse has arrived. Mrs. Bishop, please meet Sally. I sent for her from one of the farming villages on my country estate,” explained Archer.

  Winnie risked a peek over her shoulder. The women being introduced was older than Winnie’s twenty years but by no means old. She had that fresh-faced complexion that bespoke of health and vigor which only came from a life spent in the good country air. Her blond hair up in a twisted braid, she was tall and buxom. Her breasts seemed heavy and lush, almost bursting out of her simple laced up peasant blouse.

  “Pleased to meet you, Sally,” greeted Mrs. Bishop. “We are off our schedule this morning but we should be ready for you shortly if you would take a seat by the fire.”

  Yes, Ma’am,” responded Sally with a deferential curtsy.

  All attention turned back to Winnie. Once again, Papa’s hand was on her bottom, pulling one cheek up so he could remove the thermometer. “Normal temp, very good,” he stated smartly.

  “Would you like her dressed for her morning feeding or just in some bloomers?” asked Mrs. Bishop of Archer.

  “Just the bloomers.”

  “Very good, my lord.”

  Archer pulled Winnie up to a sitting position. Tapping her under the chin he said, “Now I want you to be a good girl and nurse from Sally’s breast without a fuss. Breast milk is very healthy and will help keep my little one strong.”

  Winnie looked at him as if he had gone mad. Bottles and nappies were one thing but nursing from a woman as a grown woman was another.

  Shaking her head no, Winnie objected. “I don’t want to,” she shouted, folding her arms over her chest and sticking out her bottom lip.

  Mrs. Bishop shook her head in disapproval. “I warned you she was fussy this morning, my lord.”

  “So you did, Mrs. Bishop, but I believe I have the remedy for that,” his tone taking an ominous slant. Placing his hands firmly around her waist, Archer lifted Winnie off the changing table. Leading her to a padded bench by the bay windows, Archer sat down, flipping Winnie over his lap. Disoriented from the sudden dip, it took Winnie a moment to realize what was happening.

  “Why are you about to get spanked,” he growled.

  “I don’t know,” she simpered.

  Archer gave her right cheek a harsh slap. “Why are you about to be spanked?” he repeated with even more force.

  “Because I’m a naughty girl,” Winnie cried.

  Without another word, Archer raised his hand, quickly lowering it with full force on her exposed nether cheek making sure to strike the adorable mole he first noticed at Madame’s shop. Winnie wailed from the sudden sharp pain. Clawing at his trouser legs as she tried to stretch up, to beseech him to stop. Placing a restraining arm along her upper back, Archer landed several more blows on her bottom. Watching as the pale skin turned even whiter in the shape of his hand before blossoming into a rich pink. With practiced ease, he made sure to spank the tender under curve of each cheek as well as the sensitive skin of her upper thighs.

  “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” screeched Winnie in her desperation through her hot scalding tears. There was something more devastatingly intimate about this punishment compared to the others. Draped over his lap, she could feel his hard shaft press into her tummy. She could feel the warmth of his thighs through his clothes. She could feel his body tense and shift right before a hard blow landed on her delicate skin. She could feel everything.

  Archer shifted his hips, allowing the weight of her body to stimulate his cock. Delighting in how she squirmed and shimmied each time he made contact with her precious bottom. He increased the pace of his spanking, watching her cheeks bounce and wiggle as the blows came faster.

  Winnie started to choke on her own sobs. She couldn’t breathe. The torment was too much. The hot pain too overwhelming. Once again, she pleaded with him to stop. “Please, it hurts! It hurts so much. I won’t be naughty!”

  Archer finally ceased her punishment. Setting her on her feet before him between his open knees, he grabbed her chin to ensure he had her full attention. “You promise to be a good girl?”

  “Yes,” Winnie said through her hiccupping sobs.

  “Yes, what?” he pressed.

  “Yes, Papa,” she answered solemnly.

  Archer nodded past her. Mrs. Bishop approached with a pair of pale pink baby bloomers. The back portion covered in lines of ruffled lace. Winnie groaned as the fabric scraped against her sore skin. The moment they were in place, Winnie hated them. The fabric seemed to trap in all the heat from her spanking making the throbbing heat more intense, though she knew better than to complain.

  Archer took her small hand in his large one and led her over to the fire where Sally sat. Placing a cushion on the floor between Sally’s open knees, Archer instructed Winnie to kneel before the woman. Reluctantly, Winnie obeyed.

  It felt strange to be so close to another woman. The tips of Winnie’s breasts brushed against the juncture of Sally’s thighs. Lowering her head to cover her embarrassment, Winnie waited on Papa’s orders. After settling himself in the opposite chair and accepting a cup of tea from Mrs. Bishop, Archer nodded his head to Sally. Her cue to begin.

  The matron from the country unlaced the leather straps holding her peasant blouse closed. Her lush breasts fell, unrestrained by a corset, fell out. Winnie stared at them in wonder. Unlike her own fair paleness, Sally’s skin was burnished by the sun to a deep brown, even the intimate area of her breasts, a part of the body that should have rightfully been hidden from the rays of light. Her nipples were large and a deep, dark pink unlike Winnie’s small pale pink buds.

  “Place your mouth on her breast and start sucking on her nipple like a good girl,” broke in Archer’s deep tone, startling Winnie from her musings.

  Casting a pleading glance over her shoulder, Winnie took in the strong rigid set of his jaw, his lowered brow and knew she would receive no quarter.

  Turning back to the willing Sally, Winnie saw the woman cup her hand under one full breast, lifting it up to Winnie’s lips. With a tremulous breath, Winnie hesitantly opened her mouth, placing it over the offered nipple. For a moment, she just left her mouth there, deliberately holding her tongue far back and away. Not moving.

  She felt a soothing hand stroke her hair before resting on her shoulder, “You must suck, sweetie,” said Sally in a calm, gentle voice.

  Winnie closed her eyes and pulled on the large bud as if it were a bottle. After several long pulls she tasted her first sip of breast milk. It was warm and sweet. Winnie continue to suck as Sally caressed her cheek and stroked her hair. Winnie leaned against Sally’s thigh, visibly relaxing. There was something strangely calming and mollifying about the intimate act of nursing.

  Archer watched as his little one drew nourishment from Sally’s lush breast. Watching her small cheeks hollow with each pull and swallow. Appreciating the beauty of Winnie’s silky honey brown hair hanging loose over her naked back giving him only glimpses of the fair soft skin it covered. Loving how appealing her bottom looked in her ruffled bloomers. He felt his already hard cock, lengthen and fill.

  “My turn,” he commanded, his voice harsh with desire.

  Winnie turned. Startled by the flash of jealousy she felt at the prospect of Papa touching this other woman. She had been nothing but gentle and kind to Winnie but that did not change the fact that Winnie did not want to share Papa with her.

  Sally rose and discreetly left the nursery as she re-laced her blo
use.

  They were left alone.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  Winnie rose on shaking limbs and took the two steps to stand in front of him. Archer pulled her closer by the waist of her bloomers before roughly pulling the garment down her legs. Winnie hissed as it rubbed against her reddened skin.

  “Straddle me.”

  Kicking her bloomers free, Winnie placed a knee on either side of his narrow hips, straddling his lap and sinking into the plush, upholstered chair.

  “Take hold of my cock. Put me inside of you,” he ordered through clenched teeth. The need to drive into her strong and fierce.

  Feeling her small hand try to grasp his thick cock, was almost his undoing. With no small amount of awkwardness, Winnie rose up on her knees and maneuvered his cock to her entrance. The moment the bulbous head started to breach her tight passage, she shied away.

  “Papa, it hurts.”

  “I know, baby. Do it for me anyway.” Archer was pleased to feel how slick her cunny was knowing it was from both her punishment and the illicit act of nursing from another woman’s breast. His delightful little naughty doll he thought with a content smile.

  Winnie lowered herself once more onto his cock. Sucking in a pained gasp as his cock stretched and strained her still sore delicate flesh. Archer placed his hands low on her hips, the tips grazing the top of her bottom, guiding her further down. Winnie held on to his shoulders as the pain increased. The burning taut pressure from the night before returning.

  Archer pulled one pink nipple into his mouth, distracting her. Sucking on the bud as his tongue playfully swirled and swiped, he pushed down on her hips. Finally, he was fully seated inside her wet sheath.

  Winnie felt filled as her body strained to accept him inside. She could feel the pressure of his shaft pulsing against her inner walls. Like a chained beast about to break loose.

  Moving his hand from her hips to her breasts, Archer placed his hands firmly on both peaks. “I’m going to pinch these darling nipples of yours and you are going to ride my cock as I do it. I won’t stop no matter how much you cry. You must make Papa cum before I will release them. Do you understand?”

  Winnie shook her head no.

  “You don’t understand?”

  “No, I…I…oh…I don’t…”

  At her faltering response, Archer pressed each nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Oh god…no…that’s too hard,” complained Winnie with a cry.

  “Move,” ordered Archer as he gave one of her nipples a small twist.

  Galvanizing Winnie, she shifted her hips up, wincing at the stinging pain before gingerly lowering them down on his shaft.

  “Faster,” goaded Archer with another painful twist.

  Winnie held on to his shoulders and started to rock her hips up and down. The pain morphing into a humming, building pleasure as the friction brushed her clit.

  Archer released her tortured nipples and reached around to grab two handfuls of her glorious nether globes, relishing in the heat radiating from her punished skin. Pushing the tips of his fingers between her cheeks, he pulled them open wide.

  Winnie called out as his hands gripped her spanked bottom.

  Archer lifted her weight using his grip on her bottom. The motion forcing her forward, crushing her breasts against his chest. He pumped his hips up, driving himself even deeper into her warmth.

  “Oh god!” moaned Winnie.

  Archer increased the pace, pushing two fingers against her puckered entrance. Not giving her a chance to adjust, he forced his fingers into her unprepared bottom. Feeling her skin drag and catch along his fingers and he pushed deep, past the first knuckle, past the second, to the base.

  “Ow…ow…ow,” she breathed heavily next to his ear.

  Pushing his fingers down, he could feel the movement of his shaft through the thin layer of skin. Winnie whimpered. The press of his fingers making her feel even more violated, more completely filled by him.

  “I want you to cum for me, my little pain princess. Come with Papa’s fingers deep in your bottom,” he whispered, licking the drop of sweat that formed between her breasts.

  Winnie was wrenched between pleasure and pain, each vying for control. She hated the stinging sharp pain of his violating fingers but it made the teasing brushes against her clit that much more sweet.

  As she was lost in her own torment, Archer closed his sharp teeth around her left nipple as he rammed his cock deep. Stars exploded behind Winnie’s eyes. With a cry she released his shoulders and fell back, only his strong hands preventing her fall. Archer used her position to swirl his thumb over her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her to twitch and shimmy with a second release. When he was certain, she was sated, he gently moved her to the plush, Persian rug before the fire. Spreading her knees wide, he gave full rein to his lust, hammering her already punished cunny with bruising thrusts till he found his own release deep inside her tight warmth.

  Chapter Nine

  Winnie spent the rest of the day quietly playing with her dollhouse in the nursery. She was particularly thrilled when Mrs. Bishop surprised her with a special afternoon tea served on her special tea set. There were mini pastries, scones, clotted cream, boysenberry preserves and even chocolates! Mrs. Bishop even humored her by setting up some of her dolls and stuffed animals as guests for the tea party.

  There were a few moments when she thought back on her life as a needlewoman at Madame’s. It felt like months instead of days. Life under Lord Archerly’s roof was not going to be simple for her. He was a powerful man with powerful needs. No one told him no. While it was true she was not expecting to have to abide by the rules of a nanny or live in a nursery or even wear nappies, there were other concessions that made up for those mortifying moments. Like how Papa made her feel when he took her in his arms. Like being able to play all day instead of being bent over a small table stitching yet another skirt for some rich lady. Like being surrounded by beautiful, fanciful things just as in the fairy tales.

  “Come along, little miss,” said Mrs. Bishop. “Your papa has a special surprise for you tonight and I am to get you ready.”

  “A surprise,” repeated Winnie with glee.

  “Yes, now no nonsense. Put away your dolls and follow me into the bathing chamber.”

  Winnie’s delight was dampened by the prospect of returning to that room. “Tell me I don’t have to get another one of those enemas,” she pleaded.

  “Of course you do, silly girl,” chided Mrs. Bishop. “Your papa left very specific instructions.”

  Winnie’s lower lip started to tremble as she fought back tears. She didn’t want another enema. Nanny did not care, the poor girl was dragged into the bathing room. Her cries and pleas could be heard all the way down on the second level over the next full hour.

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  Winnie stood in the middle of the great hall nervously twisting her hands together. Mrs. Bishop had led her there with strict instructions not to move until Papa came to get her.

  Peeking all around her to make sure no one was looking, Winnie twirled in place, giggling as she got dizzy. Loving the feel of the layers of crinoline as they shifted and swirled about her legs. Although she had to be careful not to let the dress fly up too high. Nanny would not let her put on proper underthings so she was bare beneath the crinoline.

  She was dressed in one of the fanciful costumes from Madame’s shop. The fairy princess dress was a pretty bright green. Instead of a heavy fabric, it was comprised of layer upon layer of thin, wispy light apple green gauze. Between several layers was a single layer of white gauze sewn all over with tiny crystals and pearls, giving the dress a light, ethereal look. Her favorite part was the tiny pair of pearl silk wings sewn to the back. Nanny had curled her hair again and woven countless strands of tiny yellow, pink and blue ribbons with more crystals glued to their surface. The crinoline made the dress nice and poufy with so many ruffles Winnie did not care the hem barely reached to her mid-thigh
. Pale green silk stockings with more crystals and soft leather silver slippers completed the look.

  Winnie twirled again. Loving the thousand twinkling rainbows that surrounded her once the light hit all the crystals adorning her costume.

  “Who is this enchanting fairy princess in my hallway?” laughed Archer as he approached her spinning frame.

  Winnie stopped, shyly looking down at her toes. Archer took her hand in his and held it aloft, telling her to twirl for him again. She delightfully obliged.

  “My beautiful little princess,” admired Archer. Winnie beamed from the praise.

  “Are you ready for your surprise?”

  “Yes,” she shouted, hopping up and down as she clapped her hands, truly feeling like the little girl she was treated as.

  “First we have to put this on.” Archer produced a pink silk blindfold.

  Winnie felt a moment of trepidation as he covered her eyes, but then his firm arm wrapped around her shoulders as he pulled her close to his side and she felt safe again.

  Archer led Winnie to the center of the ballroom. Slowly he released the blindfold. Winnie stared in wide-eyed wonder.

  The ballroom had been transformed into a magical, enchanted forest. There were massive trees with leaves in every color of the rainbow. Silk butterflies with wingspans as wide as her arms, looked as if they flitted in and out between the trunks. Huge crystal candelabras draped with glittering gold fabric peeked out from behind tree trunks and fake rocks throughout the ballroom. While the chandeliers above shone down on the scene with bright silvery light. A “river” of blue shimmering fabric ran from one end of the room to the other. Leaping above the “waves” were artfully painted paper-mache fish, dolphins and even a mermaid’s tail!

  “Oh my!” exclaimed Winnie in wonder as she tried to take in all the sparkling splendor.

  “Do you like it, little one?”