by Zoe Blake
“Cock,” burst out Charlotte. Saying the previously forbidden word felt oddly liberating. “Cock!” she said again with more emphasis and a smile. It was strange that bloody hell should be considered vulgar, but a man’s member was now to be common place! Up was down and down up in her new world! The murals of Wonderland in her nursery were starting to have a deeper meaning.
“Good girl. Now the starting position is on your knees so that your papa’s cock will be lined up with your mouth. You must tilt your head back and relax your throat. Your papa will guide his cock into your mouth. You must remember rule number one, never use your teeth! Rule number two is not to panic when his cock hits the back of your throat and cuts off your breathing. Now your papa is blessed with a very large cock, so this will be a struggle for you at first but practice is key. Now repeat after me ‘When Papa’s cock hits the back of my throat, I must not panic.’”
“When Papa’s…cock…hits the back of my throat, I must not panic,” said Charlotte still not sure how she felt about having his memb…his cock…in her mouth.
“Good girl. Now let’s practice the position. On your knees.”
Once Charlotte was in place, Nanny tilted her head back. “Open your mouth, dearie.” Charlotte tentatively obeyed.
“Now, I’m going to push my fingers down on your tongue and inside your mouth to practice weakening your gag reflex. Remember rule number one,” she warned. “Let’s begin.”
What followed was an agonizing exercise for Charlotte. Since she was inadvertently bit at least twice, for Nanny as well.
“That was not terrible,” Nanny said with approval. Walking over to her desk, she removed a long red object from a drawer. Returning to Charlotte, Nanny held the object up for inspection. Charlotte immediately recognized it from her humiliating medical exam a few months ago. She was finally putting two and two together.
“I see you recognize what this is but just for review, this is a dildo. I understand from your doctor’s report, that you have a lovely throat capacity, so we are going to start off with a six inch long one.”
Charlotte started to shake her head and shimmy back on her knees away from the offensive object.
“Now, dearie. You don’t want me to ring for your papa do you? After already receiving a strapping, your next punishment will undoubtedly involve your naughty hole.”
Charlotte’s hand swept back to cover her bum both from the memory of this morning’s punishment as well as a protective gesture of the tiny forbidden hole that was being threatened.
“Now then, open your mouth nice and wide so Nanny can slide the dildo in. Once it is in your mouth, you will hold it there for several minutes. We must strengthen your jaw. Mind you I don’t see any teeth marks at the end of this exercise!”
A single tear fell from Charlotte’s eye as she was forced to open her mouth and allow the awful rubber object to be pushed in deep.
Chapter Seven
Open your Mouth
If someone had told Charlotte that one day she would welcome being told she needed to take a nap, she would have laughed. Even when she knew she had late night engagements of balls, she refused to take a nap. That was then.
After an exhausting lesson with Nanny all morning, Charlotte was more than ready to strip down to just her bloomers and crawl between the cool bed linens. She even cuddled with the doll Nanny gave her. At some point she could have sworn she felt a soft kiss on her forehead as a waft of earthy, masculine musk fell over her, but she could not be sure.
***
Later that day, Charlotte was ushered into a cozy room filled with books and heavy, dark furniture. Papa’s study.
“There’s my little one,” said Asher as he moved around his large desk to embrace Charlotte. He was pleased to see the adorable pink blush that infused her cheeks at his presence. “Did you have a fun first day with your nanny?”
Charlotte’s blush deepened as she thought back to her lessons and what she would be expected to do now. Could she?
“Let’s see how well you learned your lesson today,” said Asher. His voice deepening with desire. “Let Papa help you off with your dress.”
“My dress,” said Charlotte with alarm. True she was still not used to the childish frilly things, but that did not mean she wanted to lose its protective fabric while standing in the middle of his study!
“Yes, little one. I want to see those gorgeously, full breasts with those delicious nipples of yours while I quiz you on your lesson.”
Charlotte felt a tug as the bow at her back was pulled free. One by one, Asher undid the buttons down her back. As she wore no shift or corset, the moment the dress fell to her ankles she was exposed. She started to raise her arms to cover herself but was immediately stopped by a look from Asher.
“Beautiful,” he hummed. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he slowly removed his coat. Under Charlotte’s watchful and yes, eager gaze he shrugged out of his vest. Next, he patiently unhooked his cuff links. She unwittingly licked her lips as she was forced to wait a few moments longer before seeing his magnificent chest. At last, he reached for the edge of his linen shirt and methodically pulled it free of his trousers and over his head.
Once again Charlotte was struck by the sheer power of all that tanned muscle on display. Not being able to resist, she reached out one hand to run her fingertips over the center of his chest finally satisfying her curiosity over how the light dusting of hair would feel. It was soft, she thought with a smile.
Asher reached for a large cushion on the chair by the fireplace. He tossed it onto the floor at his feet. “On your knees, little one, just like you were taught.”
Charlotte tentatively lowered herself onto the cushion. Very nervous and unsure about what was going to happen.
Asher took in the extraordinary view of his little Lottie on her knees before him. Her full breasts on display. Her pert bottom still covered with her ruffled bloomers. Her alluring chestnut hair arranged by Mrs. Bibel to fall loosely down her back, tied only with a bright green ribbon behind her ears. The ribbon matched Lottie’s stunning bright eyes which now looked up to him from her subservient position with nervous excitement.
Asher ran his thumb along her soft, plump lower lip. “Open your mouth.”
Pleased when she obeyed, Asher focused on her pretty pink mouth as he pulled his engorged cock free from his trousers.
Charlotte closed her eyes tight, afraid to look.
“Open your eyes, little one. You need to watch as Papa feeds you his cock,” instructed Asher as he stroked her cheek.
Charlotte opened her eyes and got her first real look at his cock. It was larger and wider than she even imagined. While the shaft matched his skin tone, the bulbous mushroom head appeared almost reddish-purple. She would have pulled away if not for Papa’s restraining hand behind her head.
Asher kept a firm grip on the base of her skull through her hair as he gripped his cock with his free hand. Edging closer, he traced her open lips with the dewed tip. Loving how her lips now glistened with his cream.
“Put out your tongue. Lick the top like it was a sweet,” he ordered roughly.
Charlotte was at first unsure. Nanny didn’t say anything about licking but after a gentle nudge forward from his hand holding her head, Charlotte leaned in and ran the tip of her tongue over the top. Asher groaned and inadvertently gripped her hair harder before easing up.
Charlotte was pleased to see his reaction to something she had done. It was also startling to find he tasted similar to how he always smelled to her. Earthy, masculine with a hint of musk.
Not able to restrain himself any longer, Asher pushed the large head of his cock past her waiting lips. Delighting in the feel of her tongue instinctively swirling and swiping the sensitive underside. He nudged in another inch. Then another.
At first she did not find the task as unpleasant as she had feared. She felt a sense of control and power she could not explain when he placed himself inside of her mouth. With each brush of he
That quickly changed the further he pushed into her mouth. Charlotte started to panic as her breath was labored. The deeper into her mouth he pushed, the wider the shaft of his cock. She raised her hands to push against his hips.
“Put down your hands, little one.” Asher’s voice was made all the harsher as he struggled not to simply fuck her mouth as his body was demanding. Increasing his grip on her hair, he forced her head back even further as he pressed in deeper. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of her throat causing Charlotte to gag and jerk in his hands.
Ignoring her reaction, he thrust forward. The head of his cock pushed past her tensing back throat muscles down deep into her throat. Her natural gag reflex only served to heighten his pleasure as the muscles contracted tightly around his shaft. He moved his free hand to grip her throat. Pushing her jaw up to keep her head steady, he could actually feel the outline of his cock press against the thin, sensitive skin of her neck as he forced all eight inches down her throat.
Charlotte’s eyes teared up as she desperately tried to breathe through her nose. Ignoring her lessons, her teeth scraped along his shaft as he pushed further into her now unwilling mouth. Her body twisted and jolted with each choking cough, but his tight grip on her head prevented her from closing her jaw or moving away from the torment.
Seeing his balls rest against her chin, Asher could not have been more pleased. His precious little one was able to swallow his whole length on the first try.
“Papa is very proud of his little one. Now I need you to be a good girl and brace yourself. I am going to pull my cock out of your mouth, then thrust back in just like I did with your sweet cunny last evening. You need to be very still and keep your mouth open nice and wide.”
Charlotte’s eyes pleaded with him to stop but he paid her no mind. Pulling his cock free, Asher allowed her one full gasp of air before thrusting back in deep. Her lips felt stretched and swollen as he slid past them to force his cock down her throat. With each push, her resistance weakened.
Asher gave into the impulse and drove into her throat with a powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He repeated the gesture, glorifying in the sweet friction her wonderfully tight mouth and swiping tongue made. It was not long before he felt the buildup of his release. Pulling free of her mouth, Asher fisted his cock.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch Papa come on your beautiful breasts.”
From the moment he spotted the gentle swell of her bosom above her scandalously low cut ball gown so many months ago, Asher imagined what it would feel like to release himself onto her lovely breasts.
Charlotte was shocked to see a spurt of cream come from the top of his cock. She felt a warm sensation as the cream coated her breasts. Asher knelt down in front of her. Swiping his fingers through the cream coating her right breast, he said one more time, “Open your mouth.”
Without waiting for her to comply, he pushed his fingers past her swollen lips. “That is what Papa’s cream tastes like. Next time you will take it in your mouth and swallow every drop.”
Charlotte slowly nodded her head as the taste of him soothed her sore throat.
***
Cradling her in his arms, Asher carried Lottie over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace. Arranging her on his lap, he brushed back her hair and kissed her cheek. Whispering soft words into her ear about what a good girl she was and how pleased he was with how she swallowed his whole cock. Despite not liking the actual act, Charlotte felt a sense a pride that she was able to please him so.
Asher reached for something on a silver tray behind the lounge. Charlotte was confused to see him holding a glass infant’s bottle.
“This will help sooth your throat, little one. It is warm milk and honey with just a touch of brandy.”
“You want me to drink from a bottle?” asked an amazed Charlotte.
“Yes, baby. Now open those sweet lips one more time for Papa, and you will get a lovely reward.”
Charlotte could smell the warm, sweet scent of the milk. Desperately wanting its soothing effect, she abandoned thought of resistance and closed her bruised lips over the rubber nipple.
“Suck, baby. Suck the warm milk into your mouth.”
Charlotte pulled on the nipple and sucked hard. She was rewarded by a creamy burst of sweetened milk. She closed her eyes and relished in the oddly comforting and safe feel of being cradled in his arms as she was fed from an infant’s bottle.
“Now for your reward,” he whispered.
Holding the bottle with one hand, Asher ran his free hand over her smooth, flat stomach. Catching the edge of her bloomers, he slowly pulled them over her bent knees and off her ankles. She was now naked in his arms except for her white knee socks. Tracing the outline of her shapely calf, he slowly ran his hand up her leg, wedging his fingers between her closed legs to caress her inner thigh.
When the tips of his fingers brushed the sensitive petals of her shaved cunny, he immediately knew that while her mind may have rebelled against his harsh treatment of forcing her to swallow his cock, her body reveled in it. Dipping his fingers into her creamy dew, he raised them to his lips. “Now it is Papa’s turn to taste your cream.”
Charlotte felt a fresh burst of arousal as she watched his tongue suggestively swirl around the tip of his finger tasting her much in the same way he tasted her down there this morning.
Returning his warm hand to her cunny, he pushed his fingers deep into her still slightly sore passage.
“Keep sucking on your bottle for Papa.”
Charlotte obeyed as he thrust his fingers inside of her. In her highly suggestive state it was not long before she found her own release. Pulling harder on the bottle’s nipple, a rush of sweet milk filled her mouth as a light-headed rush of sensation raised her hips and scattered her thoughts.
Asher placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You may not realize it now, sweetie, but I think you are going to enjoy being treated like Papa’s special little girl.”
***
After such an eventful day, Charlotte fell straight to sleep when she was tucked into Papa’s bed barely after sunset. If she was not so physically and emotional drained from the events of the day, she may have rebelled at seeking her sleep so earlier…far earlier than she had done in many a year.
The necessity of an early bedtime became evident when several hours later she was awakened by a warm skin brushing against her own. Asher joined her in bed and with very little coaxing, had placed her on her tummy where he entered her cunny from behind. All the while whispering all the illicit, naughty things he planned to do to her body.
Maybe…just maybe…gowns, champagne and balls were overrated after all, thought Charlotte before once again falling into a blissful slumber.
Chapter Eight
Punished in her Naughty Hole
It had been a fortnight since her wedding and Charlotte was starting to chafe at the restrictions of her new life. On one hand being with her domineering husband/papa was far more exciting than any ball.
She loved how his gaze would become darker and more intense when he wanted her. How sometimes he would just walk into the nursery, pick her up and carry her to bed without a single word to Nanny. There was something exhilarating and freeing to have a strong man just take control of your every want and need. A man who knows what your body craves before you even do. Charlotte had even come to love swallowing his cock. How he would push her onto her knees and hold the back of her head so she could not avoid the hard thrusts of his large shaft as he used her mouth. It was overwhelming and scary at times but always exciting. She especially loved being cradled in his arms afterwards as he fed her a bottle of milk, honey and brandy.
Charlotte blushed when she thought of the one or two times she had actually misbehaved just so he would take her over his knee for a spanking. They were just little impish things and Papa always knew what she was about so it usually ended with her straddling his hips and taking his cock deep inside of her as he grabbed hold of her still stinging bottom cheeks.
She now understood his preference for childish dresses on her. Without the hindrance of corsets and petticoats, he had easier access to her body whenever he demanded it. Once he even tossed her over the back of a chair and entered her so swiftly from behind it took her breath away. She could never have that freedom of movement in her usual constricting attire. Truth be told she was starting to like them as well. Sure she missed the brocades and jewels, but she had always loved lots of lace and ruffles and bows. Adornments that were currently not in vogue. Now she could wear as many bows and ribbons as her heart desired. It was also nice not having to sit for hours on end having her hair pulled into intricate styles. Papa preferred it flowing in soft waves down her back, and she agreed.
In many ways, life was far easier and more exciting than the endless rounds of ball and teas Charlotte used to cherish. Yet, she did miss drinking champagne and flirting with the young lords. Catching them as they tried to sneak a peek down her low décolletage. Staying up chasing amusement to the early morning hours. Eating only sweats and truffles from the supper buffets.
Now she had an early bedtime, true it was so she could get a few hours rest before her demanding husband joined her and kept her up the rest of the night pleasuring them both, but still she was not used to seeking her rest barely after the sun went down! While she usually broke her fast in bed with him, the remainder of her meals were usually taken in the nursery. Instead of the sweats and rich fare she was accustomed to, she was kept on a strict regime of boiled chicken, vegetables and potatoes. Good honest fare as her nanny called it. It was helping to keep her figure slim which she liked, but Charlotte longed for a cake drizzled in icing and covered in fondant flowers! Nanny’s idea of a sweat treat were oat cakes drizzled with honey for heaven’s sake!
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