Breaking Little Emily (Dark Age Play Romance) (My Little World Book 4)

by Becca Little

  “Emily!?” He started walking towards me shaking the bottle. “Did you fall and cut your hand because you were drunk?”

  “Yes sir…” The evidence was there, and defending myself would have been pointless.

  “Come with me.” He said as he took me by the hand.

  I was led into the kitchen where he started slamming items onto the counter quickly. He took a large bowl and filled it with Castor oil, dish soap, some of the milk I drank the day before, and a teaspoon of lemon juice. Once it was all blended together, he took me into the bathroom where he began to set up the enema. I feared what he was going to do to me. It was one of the first times I had felt real fear. He seemed to be overly angry at the discovery, and I was certain that he was going to punish me.

  He stripped me naked and I didn’t even try to fight it. I didn’t want to do anything to make him any angrier than he already was. He pushed me over the edge of the tub and then shoved the enema nozzle into my bottom without any form of lubrication or preparation. It was more than just a little bit uncomfortable going in without the gentle guiding he normally gave me. The liquid drained in and suddenly I felt like my insides were being torn apart.

  I grabbed my stomach as tears came down my face. The pain I was feeling inside hurt a whole lot more than the dull ache which had begun in my hand. Once it was all inside of me, he pulled the tube out of the nozzle and capped it off, making the nozzle into a butt plug which stayed stuffed inside me.

  “You could have seriously hurt yourself! Tell me what happened. I want to hear everything!” He took me by the arm and turned me around to face him.

  I began to explain what happened, trying not to leave out any of the details. I explained how I woke up, how I felt, and why I put the diaper on again. I told him about my need to calm down, and how that led to me drinking his Scotch whiskey. He listened intently as I recited the second bottle full once I had a buzz, and how it left me so staggering drunk I couldn’t walk straight.

  I told him about the photograph, the glass, the rug, and everything I did to clean it up. I decided that since I was in full confession mode, I should go ahead and tell him that I masturbated, and why I did it, even though he had already figured that part out. It did feel good to say it, although my stomach and my insides were rapidly churning and cramping like never before. As soon as I finished talking and the adrenaline wore off, I was doubled over the edge of the tub in pain.

  “I thought I could trust you to be a big girl. I thought you were well on the way to being my wife, but I can see I was wrong. Freedom was a mistake. You’re not ready yet.” He sat down and sighed.

  “No, I am… I promise you I am.” I felt tears coming up in my eyes.

  “I don’t think this is working out. You deserve serious punishment for what you did, but I can’t just keep punishing you. At some point, you must evolve and grow up. That isn’t happening. You’re going backwards. The enema I gave you will help pull the alcohol out of your bloodstream, but after that, I think we need to go our separate ways.” He stood up and left the bathroom.

  “Stark!” I ran after him, but he stopped me. “Go ahead and empty the enema out. I’ll arrange for a car.” He pulled away when I tried to touch him.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it. It was a mistake!” As much as my insides hurt, the emotional pain was much worse.

  “Mistakes I can accept. Mistakes can be corrected. You didn’t make a mistake, you made a choice. When things got out of hand, instead of calling me, you tried to patch your wound up yourself. You’re not mature enough for this. This was my mistake, because I thought you were. Perhaps I was blinded because of your sister, but I can see now it was a mistake. I can’t be here all the time. I should be able to trust you enough to know that you won’t get so drunk you can’t walk without crashing into furniture. I must know that if you’re hurt, you’ll call me, or you’ll call for help. What if it had been a head injury?” He shook his head and walked away with a sigh.

  Chapter 11

  I had never felt such an intense feeling of shame before in my life. He was right. I was so utterly foolish. I went into the bathroom and let the cramping sensation go as it emptied into the toilet. He was right about it drawing the poisons out of my bloodstream. I felt better than I had felt since before I had my first sip from the bottle. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. I understood his point of view, but I didn’t agree with it. I thought he was going to love me forever, but he was throwing me away.

  I couldn’t lose Stark. I loved him far too much to let him go. I went back to my room and I pulled the largest, thickest cane down from the wall. I walked into the living room where I found him sitting with a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. He looked so sexy I thought my pussy was drip right there on the floor where my blood splattered only one-day prior. He barely noticed me as I approached him. I walked in front of him and knelt with the cane extended in both palms. He looked down at me and his brow furrowed into a look of curiosity.

  “Please don’t make me go. Show me the errors of my ways. Punish me until I scream if you must, but please do not send me away.” I already had tears running down my face by the time I finished the statement.

  He took the cane from my hand and placed it across his knees. “You are already hurt with a wound that may require a surgeon to close. I’m not going to punish you.”

  “The pain isn’t what I fear…” I moved closer to him. “Losing you is scarier than that. I know I screwed up, and you’re right, it was a choice. I can make better choices, I promise you. Please punish me so we can move past this.”

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” He bent the cane in his hand.

  “Yes sir.” I nodded.

  “I want your word that you will never do something so stupid again. If you’re hurt, you call me.” He took me by the hand and pulled me close. “Is that understood?”

  “Yes sir…” I quickly nodded. “I want twelve. This is the worst thing I did so it needs to be the worst punishment you’ve ever given me.”

  “Twelve with this cane?” He held it in his hand. “You’ll hardly be able to walk.”

  “I don’t care. I’d rather be on the floor in the living room than cast out into the streets. I want to earn my way back to you. Please don’t abandon me.” I begged.

  He took me to the coffee table and had me lay down across it. The wood was cold against my skin. I held onto the edge as the cane lightly tapped my bottom. When I heard it swish in the air and I felt is crack against my exposed flesh, I thought I was going to leap into the air before my body crashed into the coffee table so hard it would shatter it.

  My whole body jerked. It was the worst thing I had ever felt. Fire erupted from the spot where it landed and it felt like my flesh had been seared. Before I even had time to react to it, the cane came down again immediately above where the first one landed. The stinging sensation from the surrounding skin where the first strike burned was intensified.

  The next one came down in a straight light above the second and the ricochet of the pain made my body erupt in tears and my throat close from my sobs. It took six strokes for him to cover every spot of unpunished flesh, and then the seventh landed where the first one had landed and I almost lost it, but I gripped the table and clenched my teeth. I was determined to accept my punishment.

  One by one, he landed another stroke across where the first stroke had landed until I had received twelve total agonizing cracks from the largest cane he owned. After it was over, he laid it down on the table beside me and helped me up. I could barely stand, I was in so much pain.

  “I was worried about you the whole time I was gone, but I kept telling myself there was no reason to be worried. I kept telling myself to trust you. I would rather lose you than for you to seriously hurt yourself and fear what would happen if you told me.” He pulled me into a tender embrace, and he stroked my hair as I nestled against his chest.

  “I’m so sorry, I should have called�

�” I closed my eyes and felt tears falling again.

  “I have to be able to trust you, Emily, and you have to be able to trust me.” He held me tight for nearly ten minutes before he finally let me go. “Come with me.”

  He took me into the kitchen and poured some liquid into a spoon. I took it without even asking what it was. The taste was bitter and it went down harshly. He gave me a cup of water to chase it and then he sent me to my room to lay on my stomach. He said what he gave me would help me get some sleep since I really didn’t get any the night before. I was already sleepy by the time I got to bed. I was vaguely aware of him in the room some time later.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed some sort of salve on my bottom and it seemed to make the pain from the caning dissipate. My dreams were filled with fluffiness, clouds, diapers, and fresh clean towels. It was like being in a land of happiness where nothing could hurt me until I saw my bleeding hand and Stark’s angry glare of distrust. I woke up suddenly and pushed myself up in bed. My body ached and I was slightly refreshed, but still rather sleepy. I wandered downstairs where I found Stark watching television in his favorite chair.

  “Did you sleep well?” He asked as I walked into the room.

  “I did, yes sir.” I walked over near him.

  “Would you like some food?” He seemed to know I was hungry before I did.

  “Yes sir.” I started to sit, but the stretched skin on my bottom hurt, so I opted to kneel instead.

  He fixed me a bowl of soup and gave me a glass of the milk to go with it. The soup had a hint of bacon and a lot of tomatoes. I ate it faster than normal once I realized how good it tasted, and quickly washed that down with milk. Stark took the dishes back to the kitchen and cleaned them up while I tried to figure out what was happening on the movie in front of me.

  He returned and sat down, patting me on the head and caressing my pigtails as he did. His loving touch melted me, and I leaned against his knee. I wanted to be a good little girl for him. I wanted to be trustworthy and able to enjoy the things he designed for me. The present he bought me was amazing and I couldn’t wait for my injury to heal so I could learn how to ride—of course I also had to recover from the intense caning I had subjected myself to. I crawled between his legs and looked up at him with one elbow resting on each of them. He looked down at me in confusion as I smiled.

  “I want to apologize for what I did. I want to show you how sorry I am.” My hands moved up his leg towards his cock.

  He didn’t resist. He pushed his torso down so that I had easier access to his belt and his zipper. He let his cigar rest in his teeth and rubbed his finger across my lips as he nodded. My hands moved to his belt and I started to unfasten it. Not having his cock for two days was torture after receiving it every day since I had moved in. His belt came undone in my hands followed the zipper and I pulled his cock free from the fabric prison.

  It started to swell in my hands and I smiled as my lips got close to it. I could feel heat resonating from it, and his breath got harder as I parted my lips and extended my tongue. I moved my tongue around the head until it was covered in saliva. He tasted like the vanilla salts he used in his bath which left a nice aroma in my nose as I started to work my tongue down the underside of his shaft. I figured out exactly how to please him, and I knew what he liked. I used my whole body, moving in a quick motion with my tongue to the point I was squirming on his lap. I looked up and saw his eyes closed, his chest lifting and lowering as the pleasure intensified.

  “You’re…way more enthusiastic than normal.” He said with as gasp as he pulled the cigar from his lips and let smoke roll out before replacing it.

  He didn’t know how badly I had been craving his cock and how badly I needed it. The thought of losing him was certainly scary, but being pulled away from his pleasurable embrace was a new brand of terror. I moved down to the base of his cock and started to suck on the tender area where the balls connected to his long length.

  The thickest vein on the underside tensed with each flick of my tongue and I knew he was enjoying himself more than he usually did. I pushed him to new heights with my tongue, moving down across his balls and teasing them. I avoided taking them into my mouth; I just wanted the thought to linger there as I outlined each one with the tip of my tongue and left him in bliss. I pulled his balls away from his cock and started to rub my tongue underneath them. The sensitive spot between the end of his cock and the edge of his anus looked like a treat ready to be devoured. He instinctively pushed his body forward, knowing what he wanted, even if it was only subconsciously. I ran my tongue down the side, then up the other side before finally pressing my lips to it and licking furiously with my tongue moving rapidly across it.

  “Oh, dear God….” His hands gripped the edge of his chair as I worked on him.

  I lingered there for several minutes before finally slowing the pace of my tongue. I moved it up his balls again, using my hand to guide both of them into position for my tongue. I rolled it lightly around them before finally moving up his shaft again. Every inch, I kissed and sucked the portion of flesh that ended up beneath my lips until I got the head of his cock.

  It was thicker than I had ever seen before, and the blood was trapped within it, making it swell for the pleasure he craved. I could see exactly how excited he was by the way it uncontrollably throbbed each time my tongue made contact with the head.

  I opened my mouth and let him slip between my lips. There was a time when taking his whole cock into my mouth was a chore and I couldn’t pull it off, but those days were gone. I let him slide deep into my throat and then I relaxed the muscles and let him go further in until I felt his saturated balls against the edge of my chin. Once it was all the way in, I started to slowly pull my head backwards and then I drove it forward with intensity. Each time his cock landed in the back of my throat I felt it pulsate and throb again. He was enjoying it, and I felt my pussy getting wet just imagining how excited he was.

  “You’re going to make me cum…” He said with a sigh as he sat forward and tensed his whole body.

  Hearing that just made me turn up the intensity... I felt like I had to make him cum after he was so close to sending me away. I needed to feel his sweet release to know that my value to him was not lost. It became my personal mission to make him cum harder than I had ever made him cum before. I started to move even faster, letting the saliva seep out of the edge of my mouth. I didn’t try to look prissy while I did it. I focused every driving thrust on his pleasure and his ultimate satisfaction.

  I twisted my face with each push downward and each time I pulled him to the edge of my lips, I let my tongue pleasure the tender spot underneath the head of his cock. His leg muscles tightened against my fingers and I knew he was close. His body language gave it away even before his breathing turned into an almost hyperventilation and his hand pressed firmly on my head.

  I pushed back against it, determined to keep the same rhythmic motion until I felt his spew onto my tongue. I pulled his cock deep into my throat and let him release everything he had. The numerous pulsations sent more cum into my throat and I swallowed every drop before he was done. I pulled his cock to the edge of my lips and sucked the last drops off before finally leaning back.

  “That may have been the best I’ve ever had…” His breathing started to return to normal. He had completely neglected his cigar which was gathering ash on the tip. He took one final draw off it and then stabbed it out in his ashtray.

  “I exist for your pleasure.” I said, reciting the mantra he had said to me before.

  “Well right now, I exist for yours.” He pushed me back onto the coffee table.

  He pushed my legs apart and his lips started to drift up the interior of my thighs. He had never used his tongue on my pussy before, so I was confused at first. He let his tongue edge out the side of his mouth and it left a trail of saliva as he moved up my thighs. I quivered and tensed up as the sensation overtook me. He kept my legs wide as he finally got to my bare pussy. His tongue started at the bottom and worked up across the vaginal cavity and then to my clitoris.

  The protective skin was still clasped tight across it, so it was mostly a tease, but the excitement still erupted within my body. He repeated the same motion, staring with my left thigh and then finally culminating with another tease from his tongue. He pushed his tongue into the protected flap covering my clitoris and licked around it in a circle. I could feel my clitoris getting harder against his tongue with each swirl and instead of pushing it away so he could work on the most sensitive area, he continued to tease me.

  As my pussy became saturated with his saliva, the skin was pushed away and his tongue grazed my pussy multiple times before he finally had his warm tongue directly against my exposed clitoris. When he started to circle it with his tongue, I thought I was going to cum on the spot.

  “That feels so good…” I said with a moan.

  He continued circling it and the intensity drove me to the point I thought I was going to have to pull away. My body started sliding up the table. The swelling left behind by the caning caused the attempt to sting and burn. He wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me closer. I was in his grasp, completely at his mercy. He flicked his tongue against my clitoris several more times before moving down to my vaginal cavity.

  He pushed his tongue inside of me and my body immediately reacted by trying to close and clench my pussy together. He continued his efforts, despite the reactions of my body. After working his tongue in and out of me several times, he let his tongue drift back up to my clitoris. He pushed the flap away completely and started to circle it with his tongue, while bringing his finger up to penetrate me. The dual stimulation was absolutely magical and after several minutes, I felt my body tightening.

  His tongue was like magic and it caused me to erupt like a cannon against the pulsations of his tongue. He continued to lick and caress my pussy with his tongue until I was over the edge and experiencing multiple orgasms on top of each other. I had to bite down on my hand to keep from screaming as he finished up and pulled his tongue away.

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