by Zoe Blake
“You’re not playing the gammon on me are ya, Smitty?” challenged Dorrit.
“On my honor, I am not.”
Dorrit let out a bark of laughter and slapped a displeased Smither on the back. “On your honor, that’s a knee-slapper!” Smither gave an increasingly annoyed Alex a side-look.
Dorrit took in the situation and had a sudden suspicious change of heart. “Could be I might know a duffer or jerryshop the lad favors,” said Dorrit with a meaningful look in Alex’s direction.
Alex rose from his leaning position and crossed behind his desk to retrieve several bank notes. “I may know bugger all what you two are saying, but I know that look,” said Alex, his mouth twisting wryly. He counted off several bank notes and placed them in Dorrit’s eager hand.
“Thank you kindly, milord.” Dorrit smiled as he stashed his new found riches in a greasy pocket. “This eases me conscience about your intentions towards the lad mightily.”
Smither snapped his fingers to get Dorrit’s attention once again. “You got your finny and Lord Evers here is no gulpy. He will expect results. I want you to check paddingkens and slap-bang-jobs as well.”
“You trust in ol’ Dorrit, Smitty. I’ll get the lad to you,” said Dorrit with a toothless smile.
Once again taking on an air of formality, Smither instructed Dorrit to await him in the kitchen. Once the study door closed, Alex turned on Smither.
“Bloody hell, Smitty. What the fuck was all that?”
“My apologies for bringing such a character before you, my lord.”
Desperately slicing the air with his hand. “I don’t give a damn about his character. Can he help find my Penelope?”
“Dorrit is an opportunistic wretch to be sure, my lord, but he knows anyone worth knowing in the East End. I’m confident he can locate her. He says he may know a few pawnshops and dealers in stolen goods who may know her whereabouts.”
“The duffers and jerryshops?”
“Yes, my lord. I told him we should also check on some tramp lodgings and well-known thief bars.”
“The padding-what-its and slap-bang-what-nots?”
“Right again, my lord.”
Alex faced him with crossed arms and a determined look. “What the bloody hell is a gal-sneaker, may I ask?”
Smither at least had the grace to blush. “Let us just say it is someone who appreciates the finer sex and leave it at that, my lord.”
“Smitty.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“When this is all over, you and I are going to have a long talk about what the hell it is you do when you leave my household on your days off,” said Alex with mock severity.
“Very good, my lord,” Smither responded with a half-smile. “With your permission, I think it would expedite the search if I changed my attire and went with Dorrit.”
Alex nodded his ascent as he turned away, leaning an arm against the mantle he stared into the fire. Smither approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“I will find her, Alex.”
Alex placed his hand over Smither’s and smiled up at his butler, his friend. “Bring her back to me.”
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It had been a fortnight since he laid eyes on Penelope. There had been several sightings and a few leads but nothing solid. Alex tried to tell himself that Penelope had survived on the streets for god knows how many years, but it was small consolation. In his mind, she was already his and he protected what was his. He wanted her safe in his arms.
He was not angry at her for running away. He was disappointed in himself for being so caught up in her charms that he did not consider it a possibility. He was however angry at her for why she left. She ran out of pride, he was sure of it. She has been alone for so long she has forgotten what it felt like to be cared for, to trust someone. There was a strong connection between the two of them. Alex knows she felt it too, but was denying it. He intended to change that, but first he had to find her.
There was a soft knock on the study door before Smither entered.
“Lord Stockton and Lord Burkewood to see you, my lord.”
Lord Burkewood walked in close behind. Slapping Smither on the back, he laughed, “Why so formal, Smitty?”
“My lord?” asked Smither, the generations of butlering in his blood keeping his face perfectly impassive.
“Smitty,” coaxed Lord Burkewood, “I lost count the number of times we stole my father’s horses to sneak into the village for a little sport with the barmaids. Surely, in private company you can call me Richard?”
“Give it up, Richard,” said Alex. “That is a dog that won’t hunt.”
Smither crossed to the sideboard to collect the tray with brandy and cigars as the three friends settled in chairs by the fire.
Alex had been friends with Lord Rand Stockton and Lord Richard Burkewood since they were all in leading strings. Six months ago practically to the day, Richard had married his little one, Emmie, a sweet girl who had been under the guardianship of a degenerate gambler and opium addict step-father. It was Alex who helped collect all the outstanding debt markers on the man so the moment Emmie turned eighteen, Richard could pressure him into allowing them to marry. Richard had known from the moment he saw her that she was the perfect little for him. He stepped in to protect her when she needed it most.
Lord Rand Stockton was an even luckier bastard. Two months ago, his little one, Lily, practically stepped into his waiting arms when she’d hired on as a maid in his household. Rand was not as honest with himself about his deep feelings for Lily in the beginning and almost lost her. Alex remembered consoling Rand and offering his support and help. Now his friends were by his side, having recently traveled to London expressly to offer whatever help he needed to get his Penelope back.
“So, how are your little ones?” Alex asked with a hint of sadness.
Rand and Richard exchanged a look of concern, neither wanting to flaunt their happiness in their good friend’s face.
“Come now, there is no need to tiptoe around me,” said Alex. “Smitty has assured me that disreputable fellow Dorrit, is closing in on her whereabouts.”
“As long as you keep to our deal,” offered Smither as he placed the tray before them.
“What deal?” inquired Rand as he reached for a cigar.
Alex gave Smither a dirty look. “It is of no consequence.”
Ignoring his employer’s glare, Smither helpfully explained, “Lord Evers has agreed to stay away from the East End, to stop hiring ham-fisted detectives who only make matters worse and most importantly to stop stealing my clothes and following me when I venture into the East End to aid in the search. He also…”
“I think they get the point, Smitty,” interrupted Alex, putting extra emphasis on the hated nickname.
“Very good, my lord,” responded Smither with a very unbutler-like smirk as he continued to pour the gentlemen’s brandy.
“How is the nursery coming along?” asked Richard in an attempt to change the subject. Confident in Penelope’s return, Alex had begun renovating the suite connected to his into a nursery. It was a break in tradition to not have the nursery on the top floor, but Richard could understand Alex’s need to keep her close once she was found.
“I heard it was connected to your own,” said Rand. “Capital idea, should have thought of that for Lily.”
Alex acknowledged the compliment with a nod. “It is actually finished. The new nanny is up there presently fussing about and getting everything in order. Penelope’s new wardrobe also arrived today.”
“Glad to hear you found a nanny. Was the list I provided useful?” asked Richard.
Alex looked to Smither for a response since he was the one who’d conducted the initial interviews.
“Very, my lord. Thank you.”
“Who did you hire, if I may ask?”
Smither hesitated to respond, sending a look back to Alex.
“We have agreed to only refer to her as ‘Nanny’,” said Alex
, his mouth quirking to hide a smile. Rand and Richard both looked at him in confusion. “Smither,” Alex continued “decided to repay my kindness in hiring a second housemaid named Daisy, which I am still not convinced we needed beyond his own pursuits, by recommending I hire a woman with the unfortunate name of Olga Fitzbottom.” Smither unsuccessfully tried to hide a snort of laughter. Rand and Richard did not even try to hide their amusement.
“Well, old chap, you didn’t have to hire the woman,” ventured Richard.
“Yes, I did, damn his hide,” said Alex with another dark look in Smither’s direction. “She is a strict no-nonsense kind of woman with the upper body strength of a cricket player. I am going to need all the help I can get disciplining my wild Kitten when I get her back.”
Alex was determined to distract himself from troubling thoughts of Penelope. “Enough of this. Tell me of your little ones!”
Both men smiled, the warmth and love in their eyes evident.
“Well, Lily was reluctant to return to London for a visit, but a session over my knee with a sturdy hairbrush stopped the tantrum quickly. She adores the country and was unwilling to leave her new pony,” offered Rand.
“I believe learning she was going to meet another little one helped considerably,” interjected Richard. “My sweet Emmie insisted on bringing her entire stuffed animal and doll collection to London to share with Lily.”
“You must have needed a second carriage,” laughed Rand. “I know how badly you spoil her.”
Richard did not deny it. Emmie was his world. He had reluctantly left her side to join Alex and Rand. It meant he would miss her evening bottle, a cherished routine of theirs. He loved to cuddle and hold her close while watching her small, pink mouth pucker around the bottle tip. When she was a good girl, he would tickle and stroke her cunny until he had her glowing with pleasure.
“It is awfully good of you to invite Lily and me into your home for this visit,” said Rand. With a look to Alex, he added, “I’m confident this matter will be resolved quickly so we saw no need to open both townhouses.”
“I confess, I have another motive,” said Richard. “I need to begin Emmie’s anal training. She is so small I have not really gone beyond my thumb. I want to start her on rectal plugs this week. I know Lily is much further along with her training and I am hoping it will help Emmie come to terms with my new demands on her.”
Rand smiled broadly. “I am indeed a lucky man in that regard. Lily is wonderfully responsive to anal stimulation.”
“Did you start with manual manipulation or go straight to plugs?” asked Richard.
“I plugged Lily with increasingly larger plugs each evening for about a week before she was ready for my cock.”
“Each evening you say?” asked Richard thoughtfully. “That sounds like a better plan then training Emmie on her rocking horse in the beginning.”
Alex listened to his friends discuss training methods for their little ones with a deep ache. He needed to find Penelope, and soon.
“I almost forgot,” said Richard, reaching into his coat pocket. “I secured the special marriage license you requested, similar to Rand’s.”
Alex reached for the piece of paper, smiling as he looked over the document that would secure him to Penelope.
“How the devil were you able to find out her last name?” asked Rand.
“You can thank Smitty and his underworld contacts for that feat,” said Alex, and he tucked the precious paper into his breast pocket, close to his heart.
Richard chuckled. “I have always thought it was a shame he was not born a lord.”
“I once said as much to him,” responded Rand. “He said he had no desire for the obligations and responsibilities that came with the trappings of aristocracy. He is perfectly content as a butler.”
“To Smitty,” cheered Alex as they all raised their glasses in a toast before heading into dinner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emmie and Lily
Richard and Rand made their way straight to the nursery after arriving home. They could hear giggling and laughter down the hall as they approached. When they opened the door they were greeted by the sight of both their little ones playing with dolls. They had just come from a bath and both were naked except for the pink ruffled drawers they wore. Their long beautiful hair curled as it dried by the fire.
As soon as the masculine presence was detected, there was a squeal of delight as both girls ran into their arms, shouting in unison. “Papa!”
Richard hugged his sweet bundle of delight to his chest. “How is my sweet little one?” he asked.
“I missed you. You weren’t here to give me my evening bottle,” Emmie said with a pout.
“I know, baby,” he said, gently stroking her cheek.
“I missed you too, Papa!” chimed in Lily to Rand.
“Did you, Poppet?” he asked as he ruffled Lily’s hair. “Are you having fun playing with Emmie?”
“Oh, yes, Papa! She has the most beautiful dolls. Come see!” Lily grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the fire. “I like the one with blond hair best,” she said as she showed him the pretty doll.
“Then I shall get you one just like it,” responded Rand as he sat in a plush chair and pulled Lily onto his lap. Lily rested her head against his shoulder and played with the buttons of his waistcoat.
Richard picked up Emmie and cradled her in his arms as he sat in the other chair in front of the fire. “And how about you?” he asked, brushing the tip of her nose. “Did you also have fun?”
“Yes, Papa,” responded Emmie, shyly burying her head against his chest.
“Emmie do you remember how Papa said that one day he would want to put his cock up your bottom like he does your cunny?”
“Yes,” whispered Emmie, sending an embarrassed look to Lily and her Papa.
“Did you know that Lily’s Papa often uses her bottom that way?”
“No.” She looked at Lily who was blushing furiously and averting her gaze.
“Yes. Lily’s Papa even plugs her bottom so that when he is not around she is always thinking of him. It also helps keep her bottom ready for his cock,” continued Richard in a soft, soothing tone.
“Would you like to see, Emmie?” asked Rand.
She watched in fascination as he instructed Lily to stand and then lean over his knees with her bottom in the air.
“Oh, please don’t, Papa,” pleaded Lily. “It’s too embarrassing.”
“Lily do as you’re told or you will get a spanking,” Rand sternly warned.
With tear-filled eyes, Lily stood and then rested her head and chest across his knees with her bottom facing Emmie and Richard. Rand pulled down her ruffled bottom drawers, exposing her pale bottom. There were still faint red welts from the punishment she received when she threw a tantrum over leaving her pony and coming to London earlier that day. Rand pushed his fingers in between her cheeks and pulled them open.
Emmie could see a pink circle, like a large button, in the center of her bottom.
“That pink circle is the handle of a plug, Emmie,” instructed Richard with a nod to Rand to proceed. Emmie stared in fascination as Rand grasped the handle and gave it a sharp tug. Lily groaned as her body resisted, clamping down on the plug. Rand pulled harder and Emmie gasped as she saw Lily’s poor bottom hole stretch wide as the plug slowly came out. Rand held it up for her inspection.
Emmie thought it would be long and straight like the dildo on her rocking horse but it was much scarier. It was shaped like a triangle, with a small tapered end that got much wider before getting small again and ending in the handle.
“No, Papa! No!” she started to cry and struggle on his lap. “I don’t want a plug up my bottom!”
“Looks like someone needs to be reminded who is in charge,” said Richard as he stood and carried a crying Emmie out of the room.
Rand stroked Lily’s still exposed bottom. “You did very good, little one.”
“Oh, Papa,” she cried into
his lap. “It was so humiliating.”
“I know sweetheart, but it will help your new friend Emmie to understand what is expected of her.” He raised Lily up to stand before him. She watched as he unbuttoned his trousers and took out his cock. He fisted the length and watched as Lily’s eyes grew wide.
“Please don’t. I’m still very sore from last night.”
“Now, Lily, you know the paddling you received this morning was only part of your punishment. What was the other part?”
Lily didn’t want to respond, so he gave her exposed nipple a small tweak.
“That I would have to take your cock up my bottom,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Good girl. Now turn around.” Lily reluctantly obeyed.
“I want you to spread your cheeks. You are going to slowly sit down on my cock.”
He watched as she opened her cheeks and bent her knees, her rosebud was already opened up from the plug. He lined up the head of his cock to her back passage and grabbed Lily’s hip to help guide her down. The moment his head breached her tight band of muscle, Lily resisted and tried to stand back up. He kept a firm grip on her.
“Papa, it hurts too much!”
“It is supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment.” He pushed down on her hips, watching as her little bottom hole slowly swallowed his length.
When her bottom rested against his lap and his full length rested deep inside of her, Lily paused trying to get used to the bite of pain and the awful feeling of fullness.
“Now raise your hips up and push down on my cock again, faster this time.”
Lily sobbed as she did what she was told. She could feel the ridge from the head of his cock scrape against the tight wall of her back passage.
“Faster, Lily.” She moved her hips up and down on his cock, each time it getting easier as her body adjusted to the assault.
“How does it feel to fuck your own bottom with my cock, Lily?” Rand reached between her legs to stroke her wet cunny.
“It hurts, Papa,” she whimpered.
“I know, baby, but I also know you like a little pain to heighten your pleasure. Your sweet little cunny is dripping with cream. Should Papa let you cum, despite your punishment, because you were such a good girl earlier?” Rand swirled his finger around her clit.