by Zoe Blake
“No, Papa,” she stubbornly responded, still hiding her head. Archer and Mrs. Bishop exchanged a knowing look, familiar with her fussy moods.
Walking to the side of the table, Archer grabbed her chin and forced her head to the side. Holding up a large glass object he asked Winnie if she knew what it was. Staring at the clear glass item that looked like a rounded triangle with a handle, she said no. “It is for your bottom, my dear.” Winnie’s eyes widened in horror. The object was huge! Certainly he did not think to put it up her bottom.
“Oh, Papa! I’m sorry for my sass! Truly! Please don’t put that up my bottom!” she sobbed.
“Wait till you see how adorable your little bottom hole will be when it is stretched around this.” Archer showed her the bottom of the handle. “You see, the end is facet cut like a diamond. It will look like you have a diamond between your cheeks,” he said with a seductive wink.
“I don’t want a diamond in my bottom,” she cried.
Archer poured some more sweet almond oil directly on her bottom hole. It was still slightly open and pink from her recent enema. Placing the cold tip of the glass bottom plug against her tiny hole, he gave it a soft push. Winnie groaned and tried to shift her hips forward.
“Don’t make me restrain you,” warned Archer.
Winnie stilled. Archer continued placing steady pressure on the plug till her tiny back hole relented, opening. The narrow rounded point of the plug easily slid in, but as it reached the widest point, Winnie started to feel sharp piercing pain. Her bottom throbbed with it.
“Oh god! It’s too big! I can’t!”
Archer watched her small hole stretch almost beyond its capacity to accept the widest part of the plug. It was the widest thing she had been forced to accept up her bottom so far, wider than even his shaft. As Winnie smothered a scream from the sting of pain, her bottom pulled the plug in. The small hole closed around the much narrower handle shaft. Archer took a step back to admire her. Just as he predicted, her bottom looked adorable with the tiny inch round “diamond” peeking out between her cheeks.
Giving her cheek a quick pat, Archer instructed Mrs. Bishop that the plug was to remain all day until he personally removed it. Hearing this, Winnie collapsed on her side, racked by sobs.
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Later that day, Mrs. Bishop told her she needed to get dressed in a special costume for an unusual afternoon play date with Papa. He wanted her to be dressed like a living doll. Mrs. Bishop placed her in one of the prettiest dresses from Madame Minerva’s, all full of pink bows and white lace. Instead of stockings, she was dressed in white knee socks with black slippers. Of course, as usual she was not permitted to wear any underthings. After putting an extra-large bow on the top of her head, Mrs. Bishop pulled out some rouge.
“Suck in your cheeks like this,” instructed Mrs. Bishop as she hollowed out her cheeks.
Winnie obeyed. Mrs. Bishop put cherry red exaggerated circles of rouge on the tops of Winnie’s cheeks. She then had Winnie purse her lips. Placing a small cupid’s bow of rouge just in the center. Next, Mrs. Bishop used a small amount of pomade to spike Winnie’s lush lashes giving them a doll-like effect as the framed her large almond shaped eyes.
“Just like a little doll,” beamed Mrs. Bishop as she took Winnie’s hand to lead her downstairs.
After a discreet knock on the study door, Winnie was pushed inside by Mrs. Bishop before she retreated, closing the door with a loud thump.
Winnie was startled to see Papa and another man sitting before the fire, drinking brandy.
“Come here, Winnie. There is someone I would like you to meet,” said Archer gesturing for her to join him at his side.
Winnie hesitated. While growing accustomed to the short, almost scandalous dresses, in front of Papa and Mrs. Bishop, it felt odd to appear before a complete stranger so attired.
“Winnie,” said Archer, his tone holding a hint of warning.
Not wanting to risk a spanking, she reluctantly stepped forward till Papa’s arm wrapped around her waist.
“Isn’t she adorable?” he beamed.
Papa’s friend took in Winnie’s long honey brown hair, her pretty dove gray eyes, her petite figure dressed appealingly in pink and lace showing a generous portion of her shapely legs. “I would have to agree with you, Archer. You are a lucky man,” the friend responded, toasting Archer with his glass before taking a sip.
“Winnie, this is Lord Dartington.”
“Good afternoon, my lord,” said Winnie shyly with a slight curtsey.
“Oh yes, old boy…a lucky man,” reiterated Lord Tate Dartington, a friend of Archer’s since Oxford. “I don’t suppose you would let me photograph her?”
Tate had made a hobby of the new technology from America called a Kodak. He enjoyed photographing subjects of a particular nature.
“I just might,” Archer said with a grin. “Winnie, why don’t you show our guest your diamond?”
Winnie turned pleading eyes on her papa, afraid to speak, not wanting to argue with him in front of his friend but she didn’t want to lift her skirt and show her bum to this stranger.
Archer gave Winnie a small pinch on the underside of her right bottom cheek. She yelped, rubbing the tender area.
“Yes, Papa,” she said as tears started to fill her eyes.
Slowly Winnie turned around, with trembling hands she lifted up the back of her skirt…but only barely.
“Let me help you, my dear.” Archer grabbed a fistful of her skirt and lifted it up high, securing the hem to the buttons he had requested Madame Minerva place on all her gowns. Winnie now knew why.
After securing her hem, he placed a firm hand in the middle of her back, guiding her to bend completely over.
“Now reach back and part your cheeks so Tate can get a good look,” he ordered.
Biting her lip to stop a sob, Winnie hesitantly reached back. Placing the tips of her fingers inside her cheeks, she gingerly pulled them open.
“Wider,” barked Archer, startling her. Winnie obeyed.
Tate admired the faceted glass plug peeking out from between her pert bottom cheeks. Her tiny hole was surrounded by darkly pinked skin showing evidence of a recent punishment.
“Very impressive, Archer. You will have to let me know where you found such an intriguing training tool.”
“Thought you might like it,” laughed Archer as he lovingly caressed Winnie’s exposed nether cheek. “I have also been training her mouth with specially made pacifiers. Would you like to see the results?”
“Old boy, I cannot think of a more pleasant way to spend an afternoon,” responded Tate, relaxing further back into his chair.
Allowing Winnie to stand upright, he then positioned her on a pillow on her knees before him. Grabbing her chin, he looked deeply into her troubled eyes. Running his thumb over her bottom lip, he said, “You are going to show Papa’s friend how good you have become at sucking my cock.”
“Oh, Papa!” she tearfully replied, shaking her head and trying to lower her eyes.
“Look at me little one,” he ordered.
Winnie raised her tear-filled gaze.
“We already know how excited you became from watching Papa. Now I want to see if you become equally excited from being the one watched.” The deep, dark tone of his voice washed over her bringing back memories of the night they met.
Papa was right. Winnie felt a shameful stirring between her legs at the prospect of Papa’s friend watching them. Still…
“Do I have to?” she whined.
“Yes,” said Archer as he reached for the button on his trousers. Pulling his cock free, he used the thumb which was stroking her lower lip to push her mouth open.
Slipping the head past her pink lips, Archer reveled in the feel of her tongue swirling about the ridge, tasting him. He pushed in further.
Winnie winced as the shaft of his cock, pushed her tongue down, filling her mouth. Trying to breathe through her nose like Papa taught her, Winnie tried not to panic w
hen the head reached the back of her throat. She hated this part. Unable to stifle a gag, she started to choke and gasp for breath. Papa pulled back slightly, only to pitch forward the moment she recovered.
Knowing she never took him deep without some help, Archer placed both his hands along her jaw, tilting her head back. He also knew the only enjoyment she got from this was having him dominant and forcing her to accept him…all of him.
Shifting his hips forward, he pushed the head of his cock, deep into her tight throat, using her gasps and chokes to his advantage.
Winnie placed her hands on his thighs, trying to push back. His strong grip on her head would not allow it.
“That’s it, swallow Papa’s cock,” ground out Archer as he thrust in deeper. Another thrust forced his entire thick length into her mouth. Her tiny nose touching his abdomen.
“Bloody hell,” commented his friend.
At the sound of the stranger’s voice, Winnie started. She could not believe she had actually forgotten he was there. At the reminder, her cheeks flushed a dark pink. It added another element to what Papa was doing. Another handsome man, watching.
Archer tightened his grip on her jaw, before vigorously driving into her mouth. Winnie started to struggle and scream. It was too much! She couldn’t breathe. Papa refused to relent.
“Tate, reach between her legs and pull out her bottom plug. My little pain princess needs an extra bite to cum,” said Archer with a groan as he slipped in particularly deep as he shifted her up higher on her knees to give him access.
Winnie could feel the stranger’s warm fingers caress the underside of her bottom curves, searching for the handle. She closed her eyes in mortification as she felt a surge of sensation against her cunny.
Giving the plug a twist, Tate started to slowly pull it out. Watching as her bottom hole struggled to open wide enough.
Winnie screamed in pain. The plug stretching her tiny hole beyond what she could endure. Papa’s shaft stretching her lips around his wide shaft. She had never felt so used, so filled, so ravished.
Tate continued to slowly pull on the plug, wanting to extend the torment for as long as possible. Finally, the thin skin around her puckered hole reached the widest part.
Archer and Tate exchanged a knowing look. At the same moment he gave the plug a final painful pull, Archer thrust deep. Tormented on all sides, Winnie moaned her release around Papa’s thick cock.
Tate watched as her tiny hole closed but remained partially open. Yes, he thought again, his friend was a lucky man.
“Get ready, little one,” warned Archer. Fisting his cock, he gave the shaft a few pumps before finding his own release. Coating her cute tongue and pink lips with his seed.
“Swallow every drop.”
“Yes, Papa.”
“So, my dear, which did you like best? Watching or being watched?” asked Archer, playfully stroking her cheek as he gave his friend a wink.
Winnie shyly answered, “Being watched.”
“That’s my good girl,” said Archer, pulling her up onto his lap to cuddle for the rest of Tate’s visit.
Chapter Eleven
Winnie was lying naked on top of Archer, both out of breath. They had just finished a rousing round of frivolity inside their over-sized playroom, otherwise referred to as the ballroom. Papa had really gone to great lengths to make this one special. This time the ballroom had a castle and a forest complete with a small thatched cottage. She was dressed as Snow White complete with ruby red slippers and a big yellow bow in her hair. Well, it was in her hair, Papa used it to bind her wrists once he caught her. He was playing the Huntsman.
“Did my little one enjoy my latest game?” he asked as he absently stroked the soft skin on her back.
“Oh, yes, Papa! This was my favorite so far,” she excitedly replied. “What should we do next?” Winnie leaned up and met his warm gaze with an adoring look of her own. “How about under the sea?”
Archer thought for moment. “That sounds like a great idea,” then after a pause he ventured, “I was thinking about a wedding.”
“You mean like when sleeping beauty marries the prince?”
“Something like that, although I was thinking of a real wedding.”
Winnie stared at him in amazement. Could this be happening? “So I would be like Cinderella marrying her prince?” she whispered shyly.
“Am I your prince?” teased Archer.
“Oh, yes, Papa,” answered Winnie.
“Well then yes, you would be like Cinderella marrying her prince,” said Archer, pleased at her answer.
Winnie thought for another moment, letting the idea that this powerful man wanted to marry a silly little thing like her sink in.
Wanting to tease him just a tiny bit, she waited another moment and asked, “May I wear my tiara?”
Archer flipped her on to her back, giving her sides a quick tickle. “Keep this up minx and I will see to it that you are only allowed to wear your tiara and nothing else!” he humorously warned.
Answering through her giggles, Winnie called out an enthusiastic, “Yes!”
The End
Zoe Blake
#1 Best Selling Author in Victorian and Historical Erotica
We are all attracted to the forbidden. Addicted to the rush we get from reading something naughty...something kinky. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The devilishly charming pirate who seduces his beautiful captive. I write those erotic fantasies.
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