by Zoe Blake
Nanny was a good sort. As soon as Charlotte realized she was not going to be forced to re-live old childhood lessons in French and Geography but instead learn about incredibly improper almost sinful things, it became lots of fun. Some lessons they giggled throughout. Others Charlotte could hardly contain her excitement to meet up with Papa later to show him what she had learned. Nanny was still strict though. She did not fall for any of what she called Charlotte’s “nonsense”.
Unfortunately, one afternoon, Charlotte got herself into a great deal more than just a little nonsense. She was supposed to be napping when she heard one of the housemaids come up and ask if Nanny could help the housekeeper for a moment. One of the footmen had cut himself polishing the silver and the housekeeper knew Nanny was particularly good with salves and dressings. Thinking her charge fast asleep and that she would return before Charlotte awakened, Mrs. Bibel obliged.
As soon as Charlotte could no longer hear their footsteps in the hall, she got up and put back on her childish dress of pale yellow linen with light blue lace trim. Another plus for her young attire. She never would have been able to dress herself in one of her old gowns!
Charlotte crept into the hallway and quickly made her way to the back servant’s staircase. Slowly making her way down the steps, careful to listen for any activity, Charlotte reached the servant’s level. She could hear all the activity in the servant’s hall just off the kitchen. Everyone was either occupied with their duties above stairs or crowded around the footman, Nanny and the housekeeper offering their own advice on how to treat his cut.
“Me mater always said to pack a cut with fresh mud,” offered one.
“Don’t be daft! Pulverized charcoal and a poultice of geranium leaves is best. Everyone knows that!” said another.
“No. No. No. What we need is honey and some wild indigo!” said yet another.
Charlotte smiled at the servant’s antics as she headed in the opposite direction but not before creeping into the kitchen and swiping a tray of petite fours which were resting on a tabletop near the doorway. Assuming the Asherton estate was like every other country house she had ever visited, the butler’s quarters would be closer to the front far away from the servant’s hall. Tip-toeing down the narrow hallway, she finally found it. Careful to make sure the butler was nowhere in sight, she snuck into his office and closed the door. Racing to another closed door across the way, she tried the handle only to find it locked.
“Bloody hell,” Charlotte murmured before quickly covering her mouth and looking about her as if to see Nanny standing over her with a ruler and stern expression for her vulgar slip of the tongue. Charlotte chuckled at her own foolishness as she crossed to the butler’s desk and began to softly pull drawers open. Coming across a cache of scandalous nude postcards, Charlotte thought with a grin, apparently there was more than met the eye with the stuffy Collins! Eventually she found what she was looking for, a spare ring of keys.
Crossing to the door, she got it open on the third try. The light from a small window in the office streamed into the dark room. Charlotte clapped with delight. The butler’s pantry, where all the silver and expensive table pieces where cleaned and kept under lock and key. And…as Charlotte well knew…where the butler usually stored the wines and champagnes he had brought up from the cellars for that evening’s meal.
Lighting a candle, she crossed the threshold and closed the door. Passing over the two bottles of red wine that were being decanted for that evening’s repast, Charlotte went straight for the champagne. It took a few tries to loosen the cork, but eventually she succeeded. Having no glass, she settled for a silver gravy boat. Perching herself daintily on a small wooden bench, Charlotte prepared to feast on champagne and cake!
Charlotte’s last thought before raising the sweet nectar to her lips was that she would need to be careful to only stay for a quarter of an hour, or she would surely be missed by Nanny.
***
“She’s been found, Your Grace!”
“Where the devil is she?”
Asher had been out of his mind with worry as the entire household had been turned over looking for his wayward Lottie. Mrs. Bibel had returned to the nursery from helping an injured footman only to find her not in her bed asleep like a good girl. For a full hour, every man, woman and child on the estate had been searching for her. He was fairly certain she had not left the estate but could not account for her whereabouts or whether or not she herself had been injured in a fall or worse.
Not for a moment did he think she had run off. Truthfully, his restrictions and unique lifestyle were at first a difficult adjustment for his little one. Yet, as he had suspected when he first saw the mischievous glint in her bright green eyes, his Lottie liked the excitement and the positively lewd things he did to her body. She loved how he took her in hand. There was not a doubt in his mind. Just as there was not a doubt in his mind, this was her seeking out trouble for troubles sake.
When he got his hands on her, as soon as he assured himself she was not harmed in any way…well let’s just say there would be a very sore bottom in his household tonight in more ways than one.
“She’s in the butler’s pantry,” answered the flustered footman. “My lord she’s a bit…a bit…well glocky from the drink.”
“The drink?” stormed Asher. “Let me guess, champagne?” he asked with a sigh.
At the footman’s reluctant nod, Asher rushed out of the room to head to the servant’s floor. He had a very bad little girl to collect.
***
“Papa!” exclaimed Charlotte with delight as she sat on the floor of the pantry. “Hello, Gov’nor! Pip!…hiccup…Pip!” said Charlotte with barely concealed drunken giggles.
Asher took in her disheveled appearance, the silver tray with remnants of what he could only assume was some sort of cake and the empty champagne bottle rolling about on the floor.
His eyes then settled on the newly opened bottle of champagne clutched in her little hand.
“I think I will take that if you please,” said Asher sardonically as he easily pulled the bottle from her grasp.
“But that’s mine,” pouted a very inebriated Charlotte.
Asher heard a shocked gasp behind him and turned to see Mrs. Bibel, red faced from the exertion it took to race to the butler’s room. “Oh my goodness! Charlotte!”
“Hello, Gov’nor!” greeted Charlotte. “Or is it hello, Gov’ness? Wait no, no…you’re not a Governess…you’re a nanny. You’re my nanny!” At this, Charlotte burst into a fit of laughter. “My nanny!”
“I think we have amused below stairs long enough with our antics, little one. Up we go!” Asher pulled Charlotte to her feet.
“Oh, no. Oh, no,” gulped Charlotte. “I don’t feel so well,” she slurred.
“No, I imagine not,” said Asher as he scooped her into his arms. “Mrs. Bibel, would you be so good as to grab that silver champagne bucket as a precaution and follow me back to the nursery?”
Charlotte groaned, “Please don’t say champagne.”
Asher carried Charlotte out of the room followed by a fussing Mrs. Bibel. In their wake the servants discussed Charlotte’s dilemma.
“She needs some Goddard’s drops. I hear King Charles himself swore by em,” offered one.
“Me mater swore by a glass of warm milk and a spoonful of soot straight from the chimney,” said another.
“Don’t be daft! What she needs is a good slug of Dr. Harris’ Pick Me Up Tonic. It would be just the thing!” said another.
***
Asher had stripped Charlotte of her dress, bloomers and socks. Tucking her in naked under the bed linens in her day bed.
Mrs. Bibel handed him a glass.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Peppermint Water Tonic, my own recipe,” she responded. “Sulphate of Iron, Magnesia, Peppermint water and just a drop of spirit of nutmeg.”
Asher sniffed the medicinal smelling concoction. “Remind me never to get toe up around you,
Asher held Charlotte in a sitting position while Nanny’s tonic was poured down her throat.
“Oh, no. Oh, no. I think I’m going to be sick!” moaned Charlotte.
Asher was treated to a tantalizing view of her pert little bare bum as she ran across the room to the necessary.
Mrs. Bibel gently steered Asher towards the door. “I believe I can handle it from here, my lord. You don’t want to see her in such a state.”
“Perhaps I should stay in case she needs me,” he offered, obviously concerned for her welfare.
“Stuff and nonsense. She is not truly ill just a bit worse for drink. Your little one will be all right and tight come morning,” soothed Nanny. “In the meantime, I don’t think she would want you to see her like this,” she finished with a whisper.
“Perhaps you are right. You will ring if anything changes,” said Asher.
“Of course, Your Grace. Off you go!”
Mrs. Bibel then turned back to the care of her wayward charge.
By late afternoon the next day, Charlotte was fully recovered. And fully dreading her meeting with Papa.
***
“Come in, Charlotte.”
Charlotte slowly treaded into the darkened study. Her hope that perhaps Papa had forgotten her mishap yesterday dashed when he used her full name. She had learned to love how he affectionately called her “Lottie” or even better his “little Lottie”.
“Good evening, Papa,” she offered hesitantly as she worried her hands in the folds of her short skirt.
Asher slowly rose from his desk and crossed to stand in front of her. Placing a knuckle under her chin, he forced her to look him in the eye. “You were a very naughty girl yesterday.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she barely nodded yes. Charlotte had lost count how many times she had disappointed or been lectured by her parents for one antic or another, and never once did she give a fig, but somehow disappointing this man devastated her. She hated that he wasn’t looking at her with that charming mix of amusement and desire she had come to love.
“Say it,” he ordered.
Not having to be told twice, desperate to please him, Charlotte whispered, “I was a very naughty girl.”
“Louder”
“I was a very naughty girl,” she said with more force as the tears started to fall down her pink cheeks.
“Do you remember what I said about being rewarded in your nice hole and punished in your naughty hole?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, Papa, no!” cried Charlotte as she started to back away, protectively covering her bottom.
“Oh, Charlotte, yes. Now take off your dress and bloomers and position yourself over the punishment bench.”
Charlotte followed his gaze and saw with horror that the punishment bench from her nursery had been brought down to the study and placed before the fire. She sunk to her knees.
“Please Papa, punish me with your cock in my mouth. I promise I will take it all the way down my throat without choking like a good girl. Please, Papa!” she begged.
“No,” he said firmly. “Now do as I say.”
Asher watched with set jaw and crossed arms as Charlotte slowly disrobed. When her pale, creamy skin was on full display, she gave him one more pleading look. With a jerk of his chin, he motioned to the bench. Charlotte placed her stomach on the padded surface. It was so tall her toes barely touched the floor. She started to sob when Asher strapped down her wrists with the heavy leather cuffs.
Taking the heavy, oiled leather strap in hand, Asher announced, “You will receive a strapping first.”
Charlotte’s only response was a choking sob.
Asher raised his arm. Swinging it in a powerful arch, he brought the leather strap down across both her bottom cheeks with just the edge wrapping around to give a stinging kiss to her hip. Charlotte howled in both pain and surprise.
Before she could beg for him to stop, the second blow fell. Asher watched her cheeks contract and expand as they pinkened from the harsh treatment of the strap. The third blow was aimed for the sensitive skin under the curve of her bottom at the top of her thighs. Asher knew from that angle he would also tap her exposed cunny lips.
Charlotte choked on her sobs as the third strapping stung even worse than the first two. She stared mindlessly into the fire as her own bottom felt like it too was on fire. She could feel her own pulse in every painful throb. Her fingers curled as her toes danced around on the plush carpet anticipating the next blow. She did not have to wait long.
Asher laid the final strap directly across the center of both cheeks, watching as they bloomed into a bright red. He laid the strap aside since this was not to be her real punishment. Charlotte could hear him moving about the room but from her position could not twist around to see what was happening. She was in agony wondering if he would continue to strap her of if he had moved on to the far more frightening part of her punishment.
Returning to her side with a jar of lubricant, Asher took his time uncorking the lid. From Charlotte’s position slung over the bench, she was more tilted forward than evenly balanced. As such, he had a lovely view of her pink cunny and just the tiniest peek at her tiny puckered hole. He liked this bench because it would allow him access to her back passage without having to hold her cheeks open.
Slathering two fingers with lubricant, he ran them slowly down between her tightly clenched cheeks till he felt the ribboned skin of her puckered hole.
Charlotte jumped at the feel of the cool, cream on her hot bottom. At first she thought Papa meant to sooth the hurt, but then she felt his fingers press and swirl around her forbidden entrance. She started to cry fresh tears.
“Please don’t, Papa. Please,” she begged.
“Hush. Make no mistake you have earned this punishment.”
Asher swirled his fingers over her entrance once more before pushing against the resisting muscle. With firm pressure, it was only a moment before the tips popped straight in to the first knuckle. Ignoring Charlotte’s startled gasp, Asher continued to apply pressure till both fingers were forced in to the second knuckle.
Placing a firm hand on her lower back to quiet her squirming, Asher forced his fingers in to the hilt. After a quick pause to allow her body to adjust, Asher started to slowly swirl his fingers around and around, coating her tight passage with lubricant.
Charlotte continued to squirm under his hand as she felt her body strain and stretch to conform to his intrusive fingers.
Asher pushed down on his fingers, watching as the small opening stretched to expose slick pink skin.
“Ow, ow, ow,” moaned Charlotte. “Don’t do that, it hurts!”
“I’m afraid it is about to hurt a great deal more, little one,” warned Asher.
Removing his fingers from her bottom, he saw her body try to tightly clench close the tiny entrance but to no avail. Through his ministrations it was still slightly slack and open, although not nearly as open as it soon would be.
Stepping away, he removed his clothes and coated his straining cock in more lubricant. He wanted to punish her but not truly harm her. Stepping close, he could feel the heat radiating from her punished cheeks. Once again placing a hand on her back, Asher fisted his shaft and placed the bulbous tip against her clenched back passage.
Thrusting his hips slowly forward, his cock forced her bottom to accept it. The puckered skin smoothed and whitened as it stretched to open for the wide head of his cock. As the head pushed forward, her hole closed over it, tightly wrapping around the top of the shaft.
Charlotte could tell immediately it was his cock, not his fingers, penetrating her. Sucking in short, panicking breaths, she tried not to focus on the sharp stinging pain.
Grabbing her hips with both hands for leverage, Asher forced her resisting bottom to accept more of his cock. Her clutching muscle ring was no match for his lubricated shaft. Asher groaned as her small passage closed tightly around him. With every inch, she got tighter and tighter.
“Oh god. You have to stop. Something’s wrong,” she begged. “Please it hurts so much!”
Charlotte was overwhelmed with the piercing pain as she could feel him push further inside her unwelcoming body. The feeling of throbbing fullness felt wrong.
“Oh god, stop!” she groaned. Rising up on the tops of her toes to try to escape. It was in vain. Asher continued to push forward. Her stomach began to cramp and clench from the onslaught.
“Something’s wrong. I can’t. I can’t!” she screamed.
“You can and you will,” he growled, trying desperately to rein in the urge to thrust hard and fast. It was too soon.
With patience he did not feel, Asher slowly thrust his hips forward, giving her body a chance to adjust to the intrusion as he went. He knew as painful as it was, she would recover from the onslaught.
After what felt like an eternity, to both of them, Asher’s hips met her heated bottom. He was buried to the hilt in her reluctant bottom.
“Where is Papa’s cock?” he ground out.
Charlotte was too focused on her own pain to respond.
Asher gave her sore bottom cheek a quick spank to get her attention. “Where is Papa’s cock?” he asked again.
“In my bottom,” she sobbed.
“Where?” he asked again, giving her other cheek another spank for good measure.
“In my naughty hole. In my naughty hole!” Charlotte cried out.
“How does it feel to have Papa’s cock in your naughty hole?”
“I hate it. It hurts so much.”
“Tell me how it hurts.”
“It burns and stings,” she choked out. “My stomach is all crampy. It feels wrong…like I have to…like I have to go…” Charlotte couldn’t finish, too ashamed.
“You should remember this the next time you want to disobey me and put yourself in harms way.”
Asher moved his hands to clutch the fullness of each bottom cheek, spreading them wide. He watched as he pulled his cock slowly from her passage till just the head remained.
Charlotte’s relief was short-lived. She could not hold back a cry of agony when Papa thrust back in, straight to the hilt. He continued to thrust in and out of her tortured bottom. To Charlotte there was no relief from the wave after wave of stabbing pain.
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