by Lucy Wild
He lingered on her pussy this time, his left hand parting her lips and his right stroking down towards her entrance. She froze as she realised what he might see. He might see that she was wet. Would he notice the flush of arousal down there? She could only hope he wouldn’t but as his fingers moved up to her clit, exposing it from under its hood, she began to wonder.
She tried her best to control her breathing as he rubbed the cream gently around her clit. Then in a movement so swift, she wasn’t sure it happened, his finger slid down and then dipped just inside her. It was for the briefest of seconds but it was enough to make her gasp as he stood up and grabbed a nappy, placing it between her legs and attaching the sides, lifting her to her feet as her heart continued to pound. Had he done that? Had his finger slid into her? If it had, it must have been an accident, a slip through the cream, that was all. He had that smile on his face as he looked her up and down. “Perfect,” he said, slipping a dummy into her mouth. “This way.”
He took her hand and led her out of the nursery and through the opposite door. Abbey stared in disbelief at the space she found herself in. It was filled with dolls, teddy bears, colouring books, building blocks, all the apparatus for a functioning play room.
“Choose a stuffy,” Papa said, motioning her forwards. “Whichever one you choose is yours forever, your special toy.”
“But why?” Abbey asked through her dummy.
“Because you were good and you deserve a reward.”
Chapter Eight
He left her alone for the briefest of time but it was long enough. Abbey was running her eyes over the enormous pile of stuffed toys, surprised to find the choice a difficult one. It was ridiculous. She’d been in his house for less than a day but already she felt as if this were a choice she had to get right, as if she didn’t want to let him down. Where had that thought process come from? It didn’t make any sense.
“I’ll go and get your milk,” he said, walking away from her. “I left it in the kitchen.”
She heard him heading downstairs and as he went, she turned back to the toys and dolls. Had that one been there before? A pink stuffed pony was poking up from the middle of the pile and something about its slightly wonky ears plucked at her heartstrings. She grabbed it, hugging it tightly to her chest. “Come on, pony,” she said, spitting out the dummy. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
She tiptoed to the stairs, listening hard. There was no sound so she dashed down, running for the front door. She was halfway there when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Going somewhere?” Papa asked, spinning her round to face him.
“I’m going home.”
“This is your home, you bad little girl,” he snapped, dragging her into the nearest room. Inside was a large dining table and he pushed her over it, yanking her nappy down to her ankles. “Don’t move,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom as she went to stand up. Something in that voice spoke of raw power, enough to frighten her into keeping still as he stood behind her.
“I welcome you in, give you a stuffy, tend to you, care for you, and how do you repay me? You try to run as soon as my back is turned. It won’t do, do you know that? It’s dangerous out there for a little girl on her own. You need to stay here where I can protect you and look after you.”
His hand suddenly slapped down on her buttocks and she let out a yelp of pain. “It hurts,” she said. “Please don’t.”
“It hurts me far more,” he replied, pacing up and down behind her. “You don’t understand what it’s like for me. I don’t want to do this to you. I tried to be nice to you, I really did.”
He stopped moving and she winced, knowing what was coming. His hand slapped onto her right buttock a second later, a stinging blow that jolted the table and her. He spanked her again, this time to the left, alternating sides as she began to gasp, heat spreading through her. She told herself it was just pain but she knew that wasn’t true, not anymore. Since the brushing motion of his fingers between her legs, a thought had sparked deep inside her and it continued to grow as he spanked her rhythmically. It was the thought that this time, she wanted to be spanked.
She found her hips moving back towards him, her legs shuffling apart as his hand moved lower, landing blows on the tops of her thighs before returning to her rear. The heat and sting rushed through her, making the gap between each blow more painful than the spank itself, the anticipation of what was coming, not knowing when it would end, it was too much for her to bear. She forced herself to only think of the pain, not difficult as his blows grew in strength, raining down on her with such force that tears unconsciously began to fall. She felt sure she would bruise from such treatment, yet still he didn’t stop. He kept going, lecturing her about the perils of disobeying him as he did so, the words lost on her. She could think of nothing but the burning heat and then the pause, the smack, then the pause, again and again. The stuffy sat on the table, watching in silence. She yearned to hug it tight to her but dared not move, not after his command.
When he stopped, she didn’t know what was happening at first. Having left her body some time ago, she was barely aware that he was stroking her behind, softly brushing his fingers over where he had so recently been so damaging. His fingers moved lower, gliding between her legs as he leant over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t move.”
She remained still, listening intently to the sound of him standing up. She heard the rustle of fabric and then a movement she recognised, a rhythmic thudding of his hand, his breathing becoming laboured. She knew exactly what he was doing but she had no idea why he was doing it. He was touching himself whilst staring at her reddened behind. He was staring at the body he had control over, the woman…no, the little he had control over, he had marked her as his own and he was showing his power by keeping her in place.
She realised her heart was racing and her own breathing was becoming ragged as his movements sounded faster. Was he about to…? Surely he wasn’t going to…?
She heard a slight grunt and then felt a hot wetness land directly on her bottom, trickling down her buttocks as he moved around the table, his cock already back inside his trousers. “Do not move,” he said again, pushing open a door and vanishing. He returned a moment later carrying a plate, a sandwich with salad spilling over the edge. He sat down opposite her and began to eat, chewing slowly whilst staring at her without blinking.
The table dug into Abbey’s hips, the coldness of the wood making her nipples tingle as he stared at her. She wanted to move her legs but she didn’t dare, having no idea how he’d react, not wanting to let him down. She could feel his cum on her skin, proof that she belonged to him, at least for now. She could turn and run. She’d be out the door before he could stop her. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not only because she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life but far more importantly, he’d told her not to.
Chapter Nine
Abbey shivered in place as she waited for him to return. Papa had been gone for over an hour, leaving her draped over the table in position for him. She didn’t dare move away from her place, the ever present ache in her posterior reminding her of the consequences of disobeying him. Not only that, she was worried she would disappoint him. In such a short time, she had become his little. If he wanted her to remain bent over the dining room table, it was for her own good, even if she didn’t understand why. It was not her place to understand why, it was his. He was her Papa and he knew what was best for her.
“You may stand.” His voice was enough to make her smile unconsciously and she eased herself upright, her back twinging from such a prolonged time in one position. As she shuffled on the spot, bringing life back to her legs, he lifted a dress up and onto her head, lowering it over her shoulders until it fell into place.
Abbey looked down at herself. It was a short frock, a dark pink with white lace around her neck, the hem of it frilly and light. “What do you think?” he asked as she ran her hands down the front of the dress.
“I think it’s perfect,” she grinned, throwing her arms round him, so grateful that she wasn’t naked anymore, “Thank you, Papa.”
“You’re welcome, little Abbey. Now we’ll just get a nappy on you and then we’ll go for a short stroll, get some fresh air before bed.”
“A stroll? You mean, go outside?”
“It would be hard to get fresh air in the house. Is there some problem?”
His face darkened momentarily, long enough for Abbey to wonder if she’d angered him. “It’s just, do I have to go out with a nappy on?”
“You are a little. It will stop you having any accidents.”
“I am hardly likely to have an accident.”
“You almost did this morning.”
“That was different.”
“Was it?” His eyebrows raised, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a nappy. “Come through to the nursery and let’s get this on you.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, I don’t want to.”
“Are you refusing to do what you’re told?”
“I can’t wear a nappy in public, not in a dress like this. People will see it.”
A smile flickered across his face as he put the nappy away again. “So you don’t want to wear a nappy in public? Is that right?”
She nodded. “Please don’t make me.”
“Oh, I won’t make you, I’m not an ogre. Come on then, off we go.”
“Wait, what?”
“You don’t want to wear a nappy. I won’t make you wear one. But you better not have an accident while we are out. I am trusting you, little Abbey.”
“But…”
“But you haven’t any knickers, have you? Tough. You have asked to go without nappy, I have agreed. Now we are going to get some fresh air.”
“But…” She was cut off as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door. She fought him at first, but with one furious glance back at her, she realised it would be pointless to try to stop him. He unlocked the front door and then nodded down at a pair of black Mary Jane shoes on the mat. Abbey slipped them on, surprised to find they fitted perfectly. “Will they not get muddy?” she asked and he answered by hoisting her over his shoulder, carrying her out into the field.
Abbey yelped, reaching down to try and hold her dress in place, only too aware that her bottom was exposed as they walked out to the lane. She blushed furiously as he set her down on her feet before shoving a dummy into her mouth. She went to take it out but he muttered, “Don’t you dare,” and her hand fell away.
Together they walked along the country lane towards the village. Abbey silently wished they would turn back, not wanting any of the locals to see her like this. She could run to her house of course but she doubted any door would be strong enough to hold him back, he would only force his way in and take her back and her last spanking was still fresh in her mind.
As they walked, she kept her hand against the side of her dress, doing her best to stop the wind from blowing it upwards to expose her indecent lack of underwear. They were just about to enter the village when he stopped. “Do not do anything to embarrass me or yourself,” he said, looking down at her as she cowered before him. “Be a good little girl and I will reward you, understood?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Come on then.”
On they walked, entering the village and making their way slowly through. Abbey sucked on her dummy, drawing comfort from it as she did from his hand gripping hers, the only things stopping her from collapsing in fear and shame. Though there was no one outside, she could feel eyes on her from every angle. Were people watching through their windows? She could see no one but she was as sure as could be that they were there, observing her closely.
They reached the other end of the village and as they did so, a car drove past, the occupant doing a double take as he saw Abbey sucking on her dummy. As the car rushed past, it brought with it a gust of wind that swept her dress upwards, exposing her bottom to the vanishing vehicle. Abbey grabbed hold of it, tugging it down and wishing she’d agreed to the nappy. Anything was better than this.
They turned back and as they did so, an old woman came out of her house, walking down the path to the wall which divided her garden from the pavement. “Good evening,” Papa said, leaning against the wall and motioning for Abbey to do the same.
“Good evening,” she replied. “I see you’ve brought your little one out for some air.”
“I have indeed.”
“Little brat needs locking up if you ask me.”
“Oh come now, we were all young once.”
“Stealing a bike? It’s enough to make your blood run cold.”
From where she was stood, Abbey could only make out the woman’s head and shoulders, the rest of her body out of sight behind the wall. She wondered if she was equally hidden, though the dummy was impossible to hide. She thought about ducking out of sight but as Papa replied to the woman, his hand went to the back of her dress, sliding down to the hem.
“It’s a fine enough evening,” he said, the tips of his fingers beginning to glide over her bottom. Abbey did her best to keep her expression neutral, wanting to scream that he was touching her, Papa was actually touching her gently. His fingers played their way between her buttocks, moving down until he was cupping her behind, squeezing it roughly whilst the woman continued on her rant. “I don’t know how they think they can get away with it. The country’s gone down the pan if you ask me. A few more nurseries like yours and things would soon sort themselves out. A window was put through in Riversby last week. Did you hear?”
Papa nodded politely as his hand slid between her legs, finding her pussy which was already wet with anticipation. Something about being in public and yet also being hidden was so exciting, it was all she could do to keep quiet, sucking on her dummy the only way to stop her making any noise at all. She sucked all the more frantically when his index finger pushed slowly up inside her, filling and stretching her with his sheer bulk as he continued the conversation.
“How’s she coming along, anyway? Reddened her behind yet? Little brat deserves it well enough.”
“You know I don’t discuss what happens in the nursery,” he said, his finger starting to slide back and forth inside her, almost lifting her into the air with each movement.
“I know, I know. I just hope you give her what she deserves is all I’m saying.”
“You need not trouble yourself on that score,” he said, sliding his finger from her and stepping away from the wall. “She will get everything she deserves and more. Now we must be heading back, it’s starting to get dark.”
“Of course. Don’t let me keep you but if you want my opinion, you’ll keep a very close eye on that one.”
“I will indeed,” he replied, taking Abbey by the hand. She could feel her own wetness on his finger as he pulled her away. The tops of her thighs were damp, a constant reminder of what he’d just done, alongside the tingle of desire that throbbed within her as they walked slowly back to the house.
“Why did you do that?” she asked through her dummy.
“Because you were good and didn’t run away. You behave, you get rewarded. Now let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”
He hoisted her over his shoulder again, passing over the muddy track to the doorstep, setting her down on the mat and looking at her in a strange way. “You’re a strange one, whine about wearing a nappy but no complaints when I put a finger inside you. Almost as if you wanted me to.” He shrugged as if putting his thoughts aside. “In we go.”
Chapter Ten
Abbey yawned as she walked into the house, the heat combining with the stress of the day to make her realise just how tired she was. “Of course,” Papa said, lifting her into his arms, letting the dummy fall from her mouth. “It’s been a long day for such a little one. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He carried her through to the nursery, lying her down on the c
hanging mat and lifting her dress to her waist. He sprinkled powder between her legs, rubbing it in swiftly as if he had not just teased her so naughtily out on the street. He applied the cream equally abruptly but then his movements suddenly changed, slowing as he spread her lips apart, his head lowering towards her pussy. He examined her wetness, dipping a finger into her before sliding it up to her clit, circling it slowly before leaning in and then brushing over it with his lips, just once.
He leaned back for a nappy, leaving Abbey panting from the unexpected touch of his soft lips on her most sensitive spot. He slid the nappy under her, strapping the sides in place before helping her to stand, ignoring the hints she gave of her desire, the way she looked up at him, the way her hips swayed slightly, her feet turning inwards.
He pulled her dress up and off her before sinking into the armchair which lay in shadows in the corner of the room. He switched on a lamp next to him, patting his lap for her to join him. Abbey climbed onto his lap, curling up against his chest as he picked up a book from the shelf beside him and began to read.
“Once upon a time,” he said, his voice gentle as with his free hand, he stroked her hair softly, “there was a little girl who was very, very naughty. Now one day, this little girl wandered away from her papa and got lost in the dark, dark wood.”
Abbey found herself feeling younger as he read, becoming more innocent, more placid, less stressed about wearing only a nappy, about being his little. He had given her the dummy again as he read and she automatically sucked on it, hearing his heartbeat against her ear as she snuggled against his chest, listening to the story.
Her parents had never read her a bedtime story, it was not something she’d ever experienced but listening to his soothing voice, she found herself relaxing into him, her eyes drooping as the little girl was reunited with her Papa after a not too scary adventure in the wood. When he finished, he set the book down, kissing her forehead as she blinked up at him. “Time for bed, little Abbey,” he said, lifting her into the cot.