by Zoe Blake
Watching her poor, tortured hole as he forced her to take his cock over and over again nearly sent Asher to an early release. Sheer willpower allowed him to hold back till she was sufficiently punished. Charlotte’s body rocked back and forth on the punishment bench with every push.
A final lunge, a clenching muscle spasm, a scream from Charlotte and a roar of completion from Asher as he finally allowed himself the rush of release, deep inside her bottom.
Taking a step back, he saw his white hand prints, one for each cheek, where he had gripped her reddened bottom. Her puckered hole, pink and angry around the edges from the torment of his onslaught, slack from having to accept his wide shaft. Asher watched as a small drop of his cream escaped from deep inside her and slid down to coat her cunny lips.
Releasing her wrists, he wrapped her in a blanket and cuddled his little Lottie on his lap while she cried.
Charlotte was thinking how she would never ever misbehave to earn a punishment in her naughty hole ever again.
Asher was thinking he could not wait till she misbehaved enough to earn another punishment in her naughty hole.
Chapter Nine
Temper Tantrum
After her punishment, Papa ran a nice warm, soothing bath for her. As he softly caressed her skin with the soapy linen, it reminded her of their wedding day when he bathed her after she fell in that mud puddle.
They then cuddled before their bedroom fire as he read to her from Alice in Wonderland and fed her supper from his own hand. She then got a bottle with a little extra honey and brandy to help her sleep. Despite the trauma of the punishment, which in her heart she knew she deserved, Charlotte fell asleep in his arms feeling safe and warm. The last thing she remembered was a soft kiss on her forehead and Papa whispering, “Love you, my little Lottie.”
***
Not unlike a child, Charlotte quickly forgot all about her vow not to misbehave and the painful consequences the very next day.
It was her first time being invited downstairs to dine with Papa. Asher had wanted to give her time to acclimate to nursery life before allowing her to venture into other areas on the estate. In time, he planned on taking her on pony rides, picnics and perhaps even some travel abroad.
Charlotte was over excited by the prospect. Nanny let her pick out her own dress and she chose the beautiful pink one which ended in a wide lace ruffle just at the top of her thighs. Her matching pink knee socks were also topped with white lace. Her chestnut hair was brushed to a polish and pulled loosely back with a large pink satin bow.
She felt so proud when he called for her at the nursery door dressed all in formal black with a snow-white crisp cravat just like when she first saw him across that crowded ballroom.
“You look adorable, my dear,” he said with wink.
“Thank you, Papa.” Charlotte blushed.
Despite her childish attire, Charlotte felt very elegant and grown-up as they crossed the threshold into the formal dining room. The long polished table was resplendent with flowers, Irish linen and silver. She recognized the silver plate set from the butler’s pantry. The memory of her drunken mishap made her blush so she quickly put it out of her mind. She probably should have kept it in mind a bit longer.
Charlotte started to feel like her old self as Papa pulled out a chair for her. The problem was her old self was stubborn, spoiled and used to getting her way.
***
“I want roasted pigeon,” she blurted out.
“What was that?”
Charlotte had taken with grace being poured a glass of milk instead of wine. She understood it was probably too soon after her little mishap to ask Papa to allow her to indulge in the occasional libation but being served her usual nursery room bland fair was too far.
“I want roasted pigeon,” she said louder this time as she salivated over the gorgeous plate of roasted pigeon, black pudding and braised butter beans in front of him. It was in stark contrast to her boiled chicken and parsnips.
“Do not be silly, Lottie. Eat your meal like a good girl,” responded Asher as he cut into the juicy, savory breast.
“No!”
In a full temper, Lottie flipped the plate over, splattering the contents on the starched lace table linen.
“I’m tired of being served childish, tasteless food!”
Asher took his napkin and carefully wiped his mouth. He motioned for one of the footmen to approach. Quietly giving him instructions to clear away both his dinner and Lottie’s mess. He also asked that a tray be prepared.
Lottie could not hear of what and did not care. She sat in her place with her arms crossed, fuming. She was so looking forward to this lovely dinner and now it was ruined!
“Are you quite finished?” asked Asher, quietly…too quietly.
Lottie, her anger abated, finally realized what she had done.
“Papa, I…”
“Don’t.”
He raised a hand to forestall any explanations or entreaties. They sat in a tense silence till the footman returns with the requested tray. Asher sent the footman away and asked that they not be disturbed.
“Lottie, place yourself face down over this table and lift your skirts,” he said evenly.
“Papa.” She sniffed.
“Do. It. Now.”
She reluctantly rose and walked over to the head of the table. Placing her cheek against the cool surface, she reached back and pulled up her short skirts.
Asher pulled down her bloomers till they pooled at her ankles.
“Pull open your bottom cheeks.”
Lottie sobbed as her small hands reached back to obey him. He watched as the tips of her fingers pushed between her cheeks and slowly pried them open but only by the slightest bit.
“Wider,” he barked.
Lottie obeyed.
“Please don’t put your cock in my naughty hole,” she cried. “It’s too sore.”
“I’m not going to force my cock up your bottom,” he stated. Watching as Charlotte visibly relaxed. So his little one thought she was going to just get a quick spanking did she?
Knowing it was true, he could possibly tear her sensitive bottom hole if he took her again so soon with his cock, he chose a different punishment for her naughty hole. Figging.
His bad girl was in for a nasty surprise.
Reaching over to the silver tray, Asher picked up the large twisted root and the sharp knife. While Lottie trembled in tense, fearful anticipation having no concept of what he planned, he took his time carefully carving into the large piece of ginger root.
When he had formed a cone-shaped piece about three inches long and one inch wide, he put the knife down.
“You know why you are being punished.”
“Yes, Papa,” she answered forlornly. Lottie did not know why he was waiting so long to spank her or what he was doing with that tray or why she had to hold her bottom cheeks open for that matter. She just wished he would spank her so the horrible waiting would be over.
So she was completely unprepared for the cold, wet object that was suddenly forced into her slightly open bottom hole. The muscles had been so strained and weakened from the day’s play time training session that even had she wanted to tighten and clench to prevent him from forcing the object into her, she would not have been able.
Lottie was confused. She was expecting to be punished, instead Papa was soothing her still sore bottom hole. Whatever he pushed inside her, the cool feel helped relieve the ever present dull ache. Lottie relaxed. Perhaps, Papa was not mad after all, she thought.
Everything changed a few moments later.
“Ow…ow... ow…oh god…something is wrong, Papa! It stings!” exclaimed Lottie.
“It is supposed to, baby,” he responded calmly.
Lottie started to dance around on her tiptoes as the burning stinging intensified. With every painful burst, she would automatically clamp down which only made it worse.
“Make it stop! Make it stop!”
“I cannot. The
“Release your cheeks and drop your hands.”
Lottie struggled to obey as the very air seemed to make the stinging sensation worse.
“Oh it burns!” she screeched.
Lottie was not sure if closing her bottom cheeks made the burning better or worse.
Asher moved to stand to her side. Raising his arm, he brought the flat of his hand down on her right buttock.
Lottie howled in agony. The slap not only hurt her skin but as she clenched down from the pain, it intensified the burning sensation deep inside her poor tortured back passage.
Asher gave her a few more spanks on each cheek, knowing she would tighten each time thus increasing the effectiveness of her punishment.
By the time he pulled the ginger root free from her bottom, Lottie was a sobbing mess. Her bottom was on fire both inside and out. The hot, biting pain driving her mad.
“Please, Papa. It still burns,” she wailed.
“Are you sorry for being such a bad girl?”
“Oh god, yes…yes…I’m so sorry…so sorry…please make it stop!”
Taking pity on her, Asher placed a linen soaked in cold cucumber water between her sore bottom cheeks.
***
Lottie was sent to bed in her nursery instead of with Papa with no dinner that night. But not before she was scolded by Nanny and had to submit to the indignity of having an ointment rubbed between her legs and bottom.
The worst part was missing Papa’s arms cuddling her through the night.
Chapter Ten
Playtime with Papa
“Are we almost there?” asked Charlotte impatiently.
“You just have to wait,” responded Asher with a chuckle.
“I can’t! I’m too excited,” said Charlotte gleefully. “Can I at least take off the blindfold?”
“No, you may not,” Asher laughed. “You have to be a good girl and sit there and wait for your surprise.”
Charlotte had been an absolute dear the last few months. Behaving for her nanny. Learning her very particular lessons with relish. He had the wonderful pleasure of being able to reward her for her very good behavior each evening and most times during the day as well.
They had also spent many hours enjoying each other’s company. Going on long picnics around his estate. He still remembered her childish glee when he gifted her with a beautifully tame dappled mare of her very own. Charlotte named her Lollipop.
Being a London girl she had never learned to ride. Every morning he took her out for a lesson. Asher smiled as he thought of all the creative uses they put his riding crop to. She was his very own treasure, and he adored his little Lottie.
A few days ago he was watching her sleep in his arms, thinking of how precious that very moment was to him and how much he had grown to love her that he realized to his chagrin he had never actually told her how much she meant to him.
On several occasions she had shyly told him she loved him as she gave him a hug or a kiss on the cheek. His Lottie was so sweet and charming in those moments that he would immediately snatch her to him and forgot all else but getting her out of her dress and feeling her soft, warm skin under his hand.
Today he was going to rectify his oversight, but it needed to be something extra special.
Asher was pleased when the carriage finally pulled up to the assigned place. He had to take them several towns over before finding the perfect location. More than a little coin changed hands to finalize the plans, but he knew it would be worth it to see the joy on her face.
“We are here, little one.”
Charlotte squealed with delight.
“Keep your blindfold on till I remove it,” he said with a falsely stern voice.
Just for folly, Charlotte stuck her tongue out at him and giggled.
Asher gave her a quick kiss on her pretty lips. “I will make sure you pay for that later,” he said huskily. “Apparently you need another lesson in how to properly use your tongue.”
Charlotte blushed hotly but giggled all the same.
Asher descended from the carriage. “I trust you will take my hand this time,” he said, referencing her ill-fated trip into a mud puddle. The quip earned him another tongue poke.
Placing his hand at her lower back, Asher guided her gently into the closest building. When she was in place, he removed the pink satin blindfold.
Charlotte was too awestruck to speak…at first.
Then she gave out a shout of delight and threw herself into his arms. “It’s just like the Wonderland tale you read to me! It’s too marvelous for words, Papa!”
Asher had found a local toy shop and had it outfitted with actors playing all the characters from Alice in Wonderland. Set up in the center of the shop was an elaborate mad tea party. Complete with mismatched tea cups, upside down floral arrangements and a golden throne chair for his little one. The table was set with all manner of sweets and treats. Chocolates, petite fours, sugared fruits and nuts all artfully arranged on tiered trays and floral china.
“Is this truly all for me?” she asked, her bright green eyes wide with joy.
Asher caught her up in his arms and swung her around, giving her a kiss on her blushing cheek. “All this and more, my love. After tea, you may wander around the shop and choose whatever you like as a present. You can take home as many dolls, stuffed animals and toys as you wish. Fill the entire nursery.”
“This is so much fun I can hardly believe it! I won’t know where to start. I cannot wait to try the…wait…” Charlotte turned away from her contemplation of all the wonderment about her and focused on her Papa. “Did you just call me ‘my love’?”
Charlotte had not failed to notice, he had not said he loved her. Even though she had told him so several times over their last few weeks together. She told herself not to mind too much, that big dominant men like her husband didn’t bandy about feminine words of love, but it still stung a bit. Deep in her heart, she knew it was true, but she still wanted to hear the words.
My love was not ‘I love you’ but it was very close she thought with a smile.
As always, Asher could see the play of emotions on her sweet, gamine face. He could read her excitement and then her contented resignation. He decided to not make her wait a moment longer. Drawing her close in his arms, he looked deep into her eyes and said, “I love you, my little Lottie. I love you.”
Charlotte felt her eyes well up with tears. No one, not even her parents, had ever told her they loved her before. It really was a lovely thing to hear someone say that to you. Even more lovely when you felt the same way.
“I love you too, Papa.”
“Thank you for agreeing to marry me, for accepting my unique lifestyle and for making me a very, very happy man,” he said as he affectionately rubbed the tip of his nose against her own.
Playing with the buttons on his vest, Charlotte teased, “You know, I didn’t actually agree to marry you. As I remember it, I was coerced into the idea,” she said, giving him an impish look through her lashes.
Asher smiled. “Really, I’m not sure that is how I recall it. I seem to recall a little miss getting very excited upon meeting her groom in her bedroom the day of their wedding.”
“I’m afraid I don’t remember that part,” Charlotte responded with a playful laugh despite trying to keep a straight face.
“Naughty girl. Pretending to forget her first spanking from her papa. I guess I will just have to remind you.”
Taking her by the hand and leading her past the startled actors and servants, Asher called over his shoulder, “Keep the tea hot. We will return!”
Charlotte laughed out loud with glee as she was pulled along behind him. Yes, she thought. This was way more exciting than some stuffy old ball!
The End
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