by Rachel Burns
I answered him automatically. He was using his soft gentle tone that always worked with me. “Since forever. I’ve never been to the hairdressers. When it got too long, I cut it myself.”
“I have to forbid you to ever cut it any shorter. This length is perfect for you. I want you to maintain it. I’ll tell Nanny my orders. Is that a problem?”
“No. I like it this length. I can do whatever I want with it. Wear it up when it’s hot, or open when it’s cold. I think it’s a lot more practical than shorter hair that has to be styled the same way every day.”
“Such a smart girl. That pleases Daddy very much.” He let go of me, and then he washed his own hair.
Daddy leaned back against the side of the tub. He gave me a look that let me know that the reprieve was over. “Come here, sweetheart. I want you to come on top of me.”
I moved to him, but I didn’t quite understand what he wanted.
“Daddy wants to make love to you now. Come on my lap.” He reached for my arm.
I looked down in the water and saw that he was honestly ready for that now. His penis was hard, and it was standing straight.
Daddy lifted me into place and settled me down on top of him. He had his hands on my hips moving me up and down on him.
He threw his head back in pleasure.
The warm water and the cool air around my nipples were doing me in too. I was holding onto the side of the tub. I felt that feeling building inside of me again.
I felt really frustrated, wanting more. I was even louder than he was. I hoped Nanny couldn’t hear us, and then in the next moment, I didn’t care.
He heightened the pace. My hands didn’t know what to do with themselves again. They moved back and forth from his shoulders to the tub walls and back again.
“Daddy!” I called out when I reached the place I wanted to go. I was breathing so heavily.
Daddy came then too. He pushed my hips down into him. He didn’t let me move. I still wanted to rock on him a bit. I wanted to ride the wave back down on the way to relaxation.
He let go of my hips and started kissing me. I got to move on him like I wanted to.
“Daddy loves you so much. Never talk about us two parting ways ever. I’ll beat you even worse if you ever do it again. Do you understand?” He stared me down.
“I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to Daddy.” I threw my arms around him. I had no idea what I wanted. In one moment, I hated him and in the next the thought of parting ways broke my heart.
“You’re such a good little girl. Daddy has the best little girl in the world.” He hugged me back.
He lifted me off of him, and then he washed the parts of me he’d just used. Then he cleaned himself and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. He praised my hair the whole time.
He got out and dried himself off. I watched him doing that. He looked so good. He was so strongly built.
Daddy could have had any woman he wanted. He just didn’t want a woman and that was why I ended up with him.
Would my life be okay if I just never talked about leaving him and divorce?
“Come here and let Daddy dry you off.”
I tried to get up, but I was still too dizzy. He plucked me out by my arm. “Daddy’s got you. You aren’t getting sick are you?”
“I didn’t get a chance to eat anything yesterday. I suppose I’m just hungry.”
“Amelia!” He grabbed me around my waist and bent me forward. He gave me five quick swats that left me breathless. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He was shaking me a little.
Tears ran down my face. “I didn’t get a chance to. It would have sounded like a lame excuse to get out of my punishment.”
He pulled me close to him and hugged me again. I wept on his chest. He scared me from one-second to the next.
Daddy picked me up and carried me to bed. He went into his walk-in-closet. He came back a minute later completely dressed.
“Wow, that was fast.”
“My little girl is already weak for hunger. I’ll bring you your breakfast in bed. Daddy will be right back. Stay where you are.”
I snuggled in under the blankets and waited for him. I’d gladly obey him. I could hardly stand anyway. I hoped he’d bring water too. I was so thirsty. I needed water so badly.
After a bit, he came in smiling with a tray loaded with food. “I got a lot. I want you to eat whatever you feel like having.” He set the tray down next to me.
“Do you have water for me, Daddy?” I looked at the tray there was nothing to drink at all.
“When was the last time you had something to drink?” He looked really mad again.
“Please don’t be mad at me, Daddy.” I hung my head and sobbed. He looked like he was going to hit me again.
Daddy grabbed my face and tilted it up to him. He ran a finger over my lips; they were dry and chapped. He slapped me then. My cheek and head hurt so much. The pain shot through to my already stiff neck. The lack of water was giving me a major headache. Slapping didn’t help that.
He made me look at him again. I thought he’d slap me again. “Amelia, I can’t guess how you’re feeling and what you need. You have to tell me. Do you understand?”
I nodded, staring in his eyes. I wanted to see how mad he was.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Amelia,” his tone was very soft.
“Maybe we could put a couple of bottles in my bathroom with a glass. I usually drink a lot of water,” I admitted.
“Consider it done, sweetheart.” He smiled at me in a way that tugged at my heartstrings.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I smiled back.
He came back even faster than last time. He brought me a couple of bottles and a glass.
Daddy poured me a glass, and then he gave it to me and watched me drink it. He took the glass and refilled it. “Drink slower this time and tell Daddy what you picked out to eat.”
I’d known better than to take something by myself. He wanted to do everything for me when we were together.
I wanted a chocolate croissant. I pointed to it and looked up at him.
“Why don’t you eat something with some more vitamins first? How about a bit from the fruit salad and some scrambled eggs.”
“Yes Daddy, but if I eat everything up, can I have it then?”
He smiled. “We’ll see.” He gave me my plate, and then he fixed one for himself. He sat down next to me, and we ate together in silence. I was playing my part again. Did he know that I was just playing or did he think I was settling down to my new life?
I yawned before I could finish my healthy plate of food. I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Daddy, I can’t anymore.”
Daddy laughed, “That’s what I thought.” He took my plate and put it back on the tray. He took the chocolate croissant and put it on a plate and set it on the nightstand. “You can have it later.”
I slid down so my head was on the pillow. I yawned again, and he pulled the blankets in tightly around me. He drew the curtains, and then he left with the tray.
I needed so much sleep to regain my strength.
He woke me with lunch. “Amelia, I want you to eat as much as you can. No pushing food around the plate, like you usually do. Daddy is watching.”
“It’s just that I’m not used to eating so much.”
“Didn’t you get three meals a day at school?” He sounded strict, as he asked me that question.
“Yes, Daddy, but – ”
“But what?”
“In the vacations, when I had to go home – Well it was better when I wasn’t so used to eating overly much. I made that mistake when I was younger. The adjustment was just more painful.”
“You trained yourself not to eat until you were full? But Amelia – My little angel. You can eat now.”
I did, and I drank a lot of water to try to get rid of my headache.
“I want to try something new with you after you’ve eaten,” he told me.
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nbsp; I didn’t like the sound of that so I ate slowly.
He took my finished plate and set it on the tray. He moved the tray away from the bed. “Can you stand up on your own now?”
“I’ll try, Daddy.” I folded the blankets back, feeling perfectly fine now.
His eyes roamed over my body. My form wasn’t that of a little girl, at least he didn’t have that fetish.
I moved my feet and let them slide in the direction of the floor. His arms snaked around me, and he helped me to stand up. He let go to see if I could do it by myself.
I reached out for the bed but remained standing.
He placed a hand on my elbow and helped me into the bathroom, not realizing that I was better today.
Again he hovered as we waited for me to have the nerve to relax and go in front of him.
I was able to do the rest myself under his watchful eye. He led me back out to the bed. He got undressed and then sat down on the bed. “I want you to kneel in between my legs. Come right here Amelia.”
I went to him and kneeled at his feet, as he wanted. I had no clue what he wanted from me.
He inched forward on the bed to me. His thing was eye-level to me. I tried not to look at it.
He petted my head awhile. “Your hair is still a little wet,” he commented. He laid his hand behind my head. “What I want you to do is to take my penis in your hands.”
My eyes flew to his, surprised.
He laughed, “It’s what Daddy does to get you ready too. I touch you there, and you like it. It feels good, right? It feels good for me too. Go on.”
I meekly raised my hands to touch it. It didn’t feel like I expected. I touched it carefully with my fingertips. It was soft, even kind of silky.
“Wrap your hand around it.”
I did. It felt different than with my fingertips. It was hard in the middle somehow.
“Now I want you to move your hand up and down on it without letting go.”
I did as I was told. He liked it when I did that. He leaned back and placed both of his hands on the bed behind him, letting go of my head. I continued like he wanted.
After a while, he stopped me. “Okay, Amelia. I want you to kiss it now.”
I gave it a quick peck.
He laughed again. “Kiss the whole thing, up and down, and you can continue to use your hands too.”
I reluctantly did as I was told. There was a salty smell coming from it.
“Very good, sweetheart. Now do the same thing only I want you to lick it this time. Go on.”
I wished I could forget that he was the one feeding me, but I couldn’t. I did that too. It made him very happy.
“Very good, sweetheart. Now I want you to put the tip of it in your mouth and lick and suck on it. You can kiss it too if you want.”
I sat there frozen. I must have somehow misunderstood him.
“Now, Amelia.” He used his strict voice.
I started to cry. I didn’t know if I could do that, and I assumed that he’d punish me for being disobedient. I leaned towards him and did what he wanted. I was shaking again even though it was a hot summer day.
He moaned with pleasure. He laid his hand behind my head and tried to push himself in further.
Daddy had my head, and he pushed himself into my mouth further and further. Was he trying to kill me?
I gagged and choked; trying to get free, but he wouldn’t let me. I started hitting his legs. I was panic-stricken. Why was he doing this to me?
He pulled himself out of me and let go. I dashed for the bathroom. I threw up then. After waiting for it so long, it was a relief to finally be able to. My headache was even starting to feel better.
“You’ll pay for that.” He’d been standing in the door.
I was shaking again. Hadn’t that been a punishment?
“Get up. Brush your teeth. Hurry up.” He was mad at me.
I did as I was told again, but I was sobbing. I gladly brushed my teeth before I stumbled over to him. The room was spinning. My headache was back full force.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to his bed. There was a long stick with folded leather at the pointy end. It looked like something a horse rider would use.
Did he want to whip me with that?
I started bawling, so full of self-pity.
My need to runaway from him ten folded.
“I’ll give you one more chance. Kneel down in front of me!” He reached for the whip thing. “Do it the way I taught you!” He stood next to the bed with the whip in his hands.
I knelt on the floor at his feet. I reached for his penis with my hands as I wept. I repeated the lesson as he taught me slowly.
“Amelia, don’t test me.”
I put it in my mouth with the same results. I pulled away, and he pushed forward. I gagged and coughed.
He brushed my hair to the side and pushed me against his leg. I felt so terribly dizzy, and I wrapped my arms around his leg. He sent the whip thrashing down on my back. He did this several times, painful jolt after painful jolt struck my back.
“Try again,” he demanded.
I was so dizzy, and I felt so sick. Heat raised up in my face. I needed help so much. Once again, I had to look to the one who was hurting me for help. “Daddy?”
I’d finally gotten my wish. I was passing out.
Chapter 11 – Taking It Too Far
Brian stood, looking out of the window at the grounds. He could see a team of gardeners working out there. He kept his eyes on the bushes that were being cut to perfection, but still he saw Amelia’s eyes and her body in his mind.
She didn’t honestly care for him. He’d disgusted her so much that she had to be sick. To punish her he’d whipped her. Her body had slumped against his leg. He’d stepped back, and she’d sunk to the floor.
Brian had lifted her off of the floor and laid her in bed. He felt guilty, disappointed and mad. He’d hoped for so much. She may not be moldable.
Had her father been right about their marriage?
Was it destined to fail?
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It was dark when I woke up. He was sleeping next to me.
I went back to sleep, feeling safe for the moment.
I had to go to the bathroom so bad that it hurt. It was still dark, and he was still sleeping. I went to my bathroom and then returned to lie down next to him.
As soon as I lay down, I felt the urgent need to go again. I got up confused.
I was never back in bed for more than five minutes when I had to go again, but once I was in the bathroom, only a few drops came out.
This back and forth woke him up. He grabbed me and parted my legs. He pushed into me painfully and thrust while I cried silently in pain.
When he finished, he went into his bathroom again. I ran off to mine. He came looking for me after a bit.
“I want Nanny.” I shivered on the toilet.
“Why do you want your Nanny?” He knelt down and looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He reached for my face, and I turned away from him and continued shivering. “You can tell me anything that you can tell Nanny.”
I shook my head.
“Why won’t you tell me, sweetheart?” He smiled at me, but I wasn’t fooled anymore.
I looked him in the eyes and answered, “Because I’m so afraid of you.” I was surprised that I’d answered him so honestly.
He pinched his thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of his nose. I was giving him a headache. What would the punishment for that be?
I continued to shiver until a bit of pee came out again.
“You can tell me what is wrong. I promise I can make it better, and you can have the book you were reading back. Just, please, tell me.”
It was so hard to speak and shake the way I was. “It hurts – to go to the bathroom.”
“You mean to go pee pee?”
I nodded and sobbed.
“I’ll be right back.”
He came back with a plastic cup and those ph st
rips that we used at school in science class. “I need you to go pee pee in this cup. Can you do that for Daddy?”
I nodded and took the cup. I’d been trying not to go since he came in so it wasn’t a problem. I guessed I was too sick to care. He took the cup and put the paper thing in it. He waited and watched it.
“You’re a very sick little girl. Don’t worry Daddy will make it all better.” Daddy washed me down there with a washcloth and carried me to my bed. He got me into a warm pajama. He laid his hand on my forehead.
His hand was cooler than my forehead, so I leaned into it.
“I’ll be right back.” He came back with water and a pill.
“Daddy needs you to swallow this. It’s penicillin, you aren’t allergic to it, are you?”
I shook my head and took the pill from his hand and placed it in my mouth. Then I took the glass and drank all the water. I gagged a little, but I got it down, and it stayed down.
He gave me my book. I was allowed to read when I wasn’t running to the bathroom.
He stayed by me pouring me something to drink and taking care of everything, just like a Nanny.
He was also reading a book when I closed mine and sighed happily at the happy ending.
How unrealistic, I thought. Still, it was nice to read about.
All day long, I slept, and he sat by me. When I was awake, he fed me warm soup and read to me or let me read, but I wasn’t strong enough to hold the book up. So I had to lie on my side and roll back and forth. Daddy was reading a big thick book. I gave up.
When it got dark, he went to get some more food and my next pill. I believed him that it was penicillin.
We had the same ones at school. We called them horse pills because they were so hard to swallow. I’d been surprised I’d gotten the first one down on the first try. This was something I was usually a big baby about.
“Here is your pill and your glass of water.”
I felt it. This pill wasn’t going to stay down, and he’d get mad and scold me like the sisters did at school. He’d probably even do worse than that.