Disciplining the Maid (11 page)

A Lesson from Papa

Several days later, Lily proudly entered Papa's study, eager to show him all she had learned.  After her punishment, she had become a model pupil, studying her letters and even learning to read a few sentences. 

"Papa, Nanny says because I have been a good girl I'm allowed to spend the afternoon with you!"

Rand watched as his sweet little one came around his desk to give him a kiss on the cheek.  She was dressed in a pale blue dress embroidered with yellow and pink flowers.  The short, childish length allowed him a peek of her ruffled covered bottom.  Her beautiful hair fell down her back in soft waves held in place by a simple yellow bow at her temple.  She looked adorable.  He pulled her onto his lap and began to unbutton the front of her dress.

"Oh, Papa," she teased.  "I want to show you how I can read now."

"Read to Papa while I play with your cute titties," he said warmly as he exposed her creamy flesh unhindered by corset or stays.  He rubbed his middle finger around the aureole of her perfect, pink nipple and watched as it perked under his attention.  Rand could not resist leaning down and pulling it into his mouth for a taste.  Lily arched her back and grasped his hair, silently begging for more.  He pulled her short skirt up and pushed his fingers through the slit in her lace drawers, caressing her soft, shaven, pussy. 

"Hop up on my desk, little one.  Papa wants to taste you."

Lily bit her bottom lip, nervously looking at the bright sunshine flooding the room through the open windows. 

"But, Papa..."

"Does my little one want her pussy spanked before I lick it?" 

Lily pushed off his lap and hopped up on the desk without hesitation.  The memory of her first pussy spanking was still fresh in her mind. 

"Lay back," he ordered, and Lily immediately responded to the quiet authority in his voice, as always.  "Pull your dress up and spread your legs," he continued, his voice thick with desire.  Lily tentatively grasped the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it upwards, unintentionally offering him an innocent strip tease. She placed her slippered feet on the edge of the desk and opened her knees. 

"Wider."

Lily obeyed and spread her thighs as far as she could.  Rand grasped the edges of her drawer's slit and tore it up the seam.  Lily cried out in dismay.  Rand smiled, thinking he would buy her a pair for every day of the year just so he could tear them off her.  He looked down at her soft petals, the pink skin flushed with desire.  He stroked one finger down the dew soaked seam.

"Did you like when Papa shaved your pussy?"

"No, Papa.  I was frightened I would get cut," said Lily with a pout.

"Papa would never let that happen," he assured her as he continued to stroke just the outer lips, hearing her breath hitch with desire.  "Your pussy is now even more sensitive to my slightest touch." He leaned down and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy, still teasing her by not delving inside the petals.  Lily's breathing came heavy as she hopelessly wrinkled the dress in her grasp. 

"See," Papa chuckled, and then grew serious.  "Offer your pretty pussy to me," he rasped, his voice low and dark.  When Lily paused, uncertain what he was asking, he grasped both her wrists and brought them between her legs.  "Open your pussy lips for me so I can taste you."

A scandalized Lily obeyed.  The idea of holding herself open for him
down there
caused her cheeks to flame even hotter.  Rand leaned in and gently blew his heated breath against her exposed bundle of nerves.  Lily clenched her buttocks as goose bumps rose along her thighs at the intense sensation he brought with only his breath.  Rand ran his finger down her open pussy, coating it in her own dew before continuing to her hidden hole. 

Lily started when she felt his fingertip press against her little puckered hole.  She clenched it tight and tried to rise up on her elbows. 

"Lay back down this instant before I get my riding crop and really give your pussy a spanking," he hissed.  With a soft whimper, Lily laid back down on the hard surface of his desk.  "Unclench your bottom," he ordered and Lily did her best to comply but could not stifle a yelp when he pushed his finger to the hilt deep into her back passage.  His finger was far smaller than his cock, but she was still sensitive there.  Rand swirled his finger around her tight heat a few times, making sure her bottom hole was coated in her own dew.  Once his finger was deep in her bottom, he moved his thumb to her pussy entrance. 

"Ask me to fuck your bottom and pussy with my fingers."

"Papa, please..."

"Ask me," he ordered more sternly as he gave her pussy a quick slap with his free hand.  Lily jumped at the sudden stinging contact. 

"Please fuck my ... my bottom and pussy with your fingers."

"Good girl." Rand pushed his thumb into her small pussy, teasing the tender nerves at the entrance.  He pinched his fingers closed, letting her feel the thin barrier that separated the two entrances to her body.  Lily's hips rocked up at the powerful stimulation.  She screamed in pleasure the moment his lips latched onto her clit, sucking it as he brushed the tip with is tongue.  He matched the rhythm of his swirling tongue with the thrust of his fingers as Lily came on his mouth.  He licked her sweet dew before allowing her to rise up and push down her dress.  Then he placed her back on his lap.

"Now read Papa what you have brought."

It took Lily a few moments to catch her breath before she was able to obey.  She reached for the piece of paper where three sentences were written in careful
penmanship  Lily spared a shy glance at Papa.  At receiving his encouraging nod, she took a deep breath and began to haltingly read.

"Good girls obey their Papas.  My pussy and bottom are made for Papa's cock.  I must always swallow Papa's cum."  Lily beamed proudly when she had finished all three sentences without any mistakes. 

"I am very proud of you, baby girl," Rand said affectionately. "But you forgot something."  Lily frowned and looked down at the paper, sure she had not missed a word.  Rand grasped her chin, and forced her to meet his gaze, running his thumb across her full bottom lip.  "You forgot to mention, your mouth is also made for Papa's cock."  Lily blushed as he pushed his thumb past her lips and rubbed it against her tongue. 

"I think it is time for another lesson in sucking Papa's cock. On your knees, little one." 

Lily slowly slid from his lap onto her knees between his legs.

"Arms up," he said as he reached for the hem of her dress, drawing it over her head along with her chemise.  "Papa wants a better view of your beautiful breasts."  He admired their fullness, the gentle slope that ended in pretty, pert nipples. 

"Lace your fingers behind your back.  Do not move them," he said as undid his trousers and pulled out his engorged cock.  Weaving his fingers into her soft locks on either side of her head, he grasped her hair. 

"Papa is going to guide your head down his cock.  Now be a good girl and open your mouth nice and wide."  He rested the head of his cock on her full bottom lip as he instructed her.  When Lily whimpered and tried to pull back, he tightened his grasp and pushed her head forward. His cock slid past her lips, pushing deep into her mouth. 

"Breathe through your nose and remember to cover your teeth," he commanded gruffly as he pushed into her warm, wet mouth another inch, groaning as he felt her tongue instinctively swirling along the underside of his length. 

"Look at me," he ordered, waiting till her big brown eyes met his own.  He could see the fear and anxiety in their beautiful depths.  "I'm going to push till I reach the back of your throat.  Do not struggle or I will push my cock in further.  Do you understand?"  In his tight grasp, Lily could only slightly nod her head.   

He slowly thrust deeper into her mouth, feeling her throat muscles contract and tighten around his shaft as she started to gag.  Despite his warning, Lily began to struggle, unlacing her fingers and pushing against his knees. 

"Put your hands behind your back this instant," he angrily commanded, giving his cock a harsh thrust forward as a warning.  Lily obeyed with a sob as the tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks. When the tip of his rigid length hit the back of her throat, Lily gave a brutal gag, opening her throat wider and allowing him to push just past. He stayed there a moment, weakening her throat muscles, listening to her breathing raggedly through her nose. 

Lily thought she was going to die.  She could not breathe.  Her tongue felt crushed against the bottom of her mouth.  Her throat burned as she tried to cough and gag around his shaft. She desperately wanted to break away but his strong grasp on her head, along with his strict warning, kept her at bay.  Mercifully, he pulled back, but the moment was short lived, before he thrust back in.  He continued to abuse her mouth until she had swallowed six inches of his shaft, just two shy of taking him whole.  Just when she thought she could take no more, he pulled free of her mouth.

Grasping his cock, he stroked it violently. "Keep your mouth open,” he ordered. “Papa's going to cum on your little pink tongue."  Lily squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hot cum hit her tongue. She waited till he gave the order.

"Swallow." 

Lily obeyed,
then burst into tears.  Rand pulled her up onto his lap.  He wiped her tears away and stroked her hair.  "Don't cry, baby.  You did very well.  Soon you will learn to love sucking Papa's cock."

"Yes, Papa," she answered tearfully, her voice low and hoarse, her throat still burning. 

"I think my baby needs a nap, but first I have a present for you." He gestured to a large object to the side of his desk, covered in a blanket.  Lily had failed to notice it when she entered.  She crawled off Papa's lap and moved to stand over the object and after a nod from him, she lifted the blanket.

It was an expertly crafted wooden cradle.  Larger than the typical child's, it was decorated with carved flowers and birds.  Inside
was a soft, pink blanket, a new doll and a pacifier. 

"For me, Papa?"  Lily asked as she ran her fingers along the smooth wood.

"Yes, baby," he responded as he lifted her up and into the cradle.  He gently tucked her under the pink blanket as she curled on her side, hugging her new doll.  Kneeling down on his haunches he stroked her hair, "I want my little one close as she sleeps."  He held the pacifier up to her now swollen lips and waited till she dutifully opened her mouth to accept it. "Sleep, little one."  He returned to his desk to finish his work as her eyes drifted closed.  

A little while later there was a knock on the study door. Rand checked to see if Lily was still sleeping before softly issuing the order for the visitor to enter.  His butler peeked his head in to announce Lord
Haversham had arrived to meet with him.  Rand grimaced.  Lord Haversham was an unprincipled ass who gambled more than he could afford to lose, and Lord Stockton had no respect the man.  He frowned; Lord Haversham was likely come to pay his debts and collect his marker. 

"Show him in." 

Lord Haversham hobbled into the study, his movements hampered by his massive girth. As he shuffled towards Lord Stockton, he grumbled about his ever-present gout. Hiding another grimace, Rand rose to greet him. 

"George, nice to see you old chap.  I assume you are here to settle your debt?"

Lord Haversham swiped a soiled handkerchief across his sweaty brow. "You had the devil's own luck at the tables last night, Rand.  I will win it back before long," he said as he fished a roll of bank notes from his coat pocket. 

Looking past Rand, he noticed Lily sleeping in her cradle.  "What do we have here?"  He hobbled further into the room and Rand moved to intercept him before he got any closer to Lily.  "Why you randy bastard!  I heard a rumor you had the temerity to ensconce your latest mistress in your own home but didn't believe it!  You always were an arrogant sod.

Lord Haversham moved to look around Rand's wide shoulders for another glimpse of the sleeping girl.  "Come on, Rand!  Give us a look," he whined. 

"I believe our business has concluded,
Haversham," Rand said, motioning his guest towards the door.

"Treating her like a little girl I see,”
Haversham continued, ignoring Rand’s hint for him to exit.  “Heard you ran that way." He licked his lips lasciviously as he eyed Lily’s sleeping form.  "What say you make taking my money up to me?  How about you give me a go at her?"

Rand held a tight rein on his anger, and
his chest heaved as he struggled to take a calming breath.  Despite being a distasteful pig, Haversham held a great deal of power in the House of Lords.  Rand could not afford to make an enemy of him. 

But despite his power, George
Haversham could sense he crossed a line and now sought to rectify it.  "No need to get all puffed up, Rand. I meant when you were done with the girl.  We all know you tire of your mistresses before too long."

But Rand knew he would never be done with Lily.  He was never letting her go, and would die before seeing her fall into the hands of someone like
Haversham.  He decided against even acknowledging the older man’s repulsive suggestion, knowing he would not be able to resist planting his fist in his face if he heard it again.