Disciplining the Maid (6 page)

"Now
, Lily, I want you to open your legs wide and bend at the waist.  I want to see your pretty, pink pussy peek out at me from behind.” Madam Grives smiled slyly, knowing both the position and the language would shock the girl.  She was not disappointed.  Lily froze in place. Without moving to obey she sent a pleading look to her Papa.  His response was swift and brutal.  With a whoosh, he flicked the riding crop down on her left breast, making sure to catch the delicate nipple.  Lily cried out and immediately dropped to her knees, hugging her arms to her chest, trying to protect her breasts.  Papa responded with a sharp crack of the crop to her vulnerable backside.  He did not spare the rod; a harsh red welt marred the rosy perfection of her right buttock.  Sobbing, Lily desperately tried to cover both her front and backside.

"Please, please!" 
she shrieked. 

"Stand up!” he harshly commanded.

"I can't! I can't!"  Lily sobbed, rocking back and forth.  Rand went down on his haunches and placed two fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Listen to Papa, Lily.  You are going to stand up.  You are going to accept your punishment like a good girl and then Papa is going to reward you.  Do you understand me?"

Lily drew strength from his intent gaze and slowly stood on shaking legs. 

"You have earned three more strokes from the crop for your naughty behavior,” he said.  “One will be on your other
tittie, the other two on your cunny." 

Lily whimpered but remained standing. 

"Do you need Madam Grives to hold your arms back so you won't be tempted to protect yourself?" 

"Yes, Papa,” Lily said softly as she dropped her chin in defeat.  Madam
Grives moved to stand behind her, grasping her arms at the elbow, forcing them back.  The movement pushed Lily's young breasts out as if they were begging to be punished.  Papa did not hesitate.  Her nipple was swollen and stinging after his masterful stroke.  Lily was crying so hard she almost did not hear Papa's next instruction.

"Spread your legs wide, Lily," he commanded and waited as she slowly obeyed. "I want you to think about what is about to happen.  Your poor cunny is about to take a harsh punishment.  If only you had obeyed Madam
Grives from the start you could have been spared the pain." 

"Yes, Papa," Lily sobbed
softly, unaware that the punishment she was receiving had been planned.  The entire process of measuring her for her new childish wardrobe was designed to be a crucial lesson in obedience to help prepare Lily to become a true little one, and her full submission was key to this part of her transition to Lord Stockton’s little one.

His Lordship placed the riding crop gently against her pink pussy lips.  "Look at me Lily." 

She raised her eyes and was caught in the fervor of his stare.  Papa slowly lowered the riding crop before snapping it back up.  Lily heard the stinging smack the barest of moments before the torturous pain and heat almost sent her back to her knees.  The pain in her breasts was momentarily forgotten as the delicate area between her legs throbbed and stung.  Madam Grives tightened her grip, forcing Lily to remain standing.  Papa once again gently placed the leather tongue against her now swollen pussy, waiting until she met his gaze before brutally cracking the crop against her soft flesh a second time.  Again he watched as Lily's eyes clouded in pain.  He was so very proud of her.  He knew all of this was new and confusing. 
His beautiful little submissive.
  Grabbing her by the chin, he placed a gentle kiss against her small mouth, tasting the salt of her tears as they coursed down her cheeks and jaw.

"Papa is going to reward his sweet little girl as soon as your fitting is done," he said throatily, and his heart leapt when he saw the hesitant smile his words brought to her face.  True to his word, the moment Madam
Grives left, Papa laid down on the sofa and instructed an embarrassed naked Lily to straddle his face. 

“Papa’s going to kiss your poor cunny and make it all better.”

He grabbed handfuls of her gorgeous bottom and forced her sweet cunny onto his mouth.  While he swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, he drove two fingers deep into her pussy.  Before Lily screamed her release, those same juice-drenched fingers found their way even deeper into her bottom. 

Mrs. Oliver discreetly brought Lily's other uniform to the study door some time later.  Lily complained to Papa that Mrs. Oliver would be upset that she needed a fresh uniform, but he said it was not Mrs. Oliver's place to ask questions.  

The next few days passed in a whirl.  Every evening Papa visited Lily’s bedroom to stretch her bottom with an ever-larger plug.  Every morning, she was forced to endure the humiliation of his removing it and closely inspecting her progress.  If she didn't cry, he rewarded her by licking her pussy till she felt warm and flushed.  Then, Sunday dawned - the day that would change everything.

Bath T
ime

After an uncomfortable breakfast, Lily was anxiously waiting for Papa to ring for his tray.  She had been scolded by Mrs. Oliver several times during the meal for fidgeting.  Lily did not dare explain the reason – that on the previous night Papa had placed the largest plug to date in her bottom. It was four inches long and an inch in diameter, and she cried during the insertion and begged Papa to not leave it in the whole night.  His response had been to kiss her forehead and tell her that tomorrow was going to be extra special so she had to have the larger plug. 

When Mrs. Oliver rose from the table and demanded Lily
follow her into the bathing room, Lily was mortified.  She had forgotten it was Sunday!  She was required to bathe and - more embarrassingly - to receive an enema at the hands of Mrs. Oliver.  

"I shall take a bath later, Mrs. Oliver, if it is acceptable to you." 

"You will take your bath now, missy!  Where do you think you are?  Buckingham Palace?  Do you think you are some princess to order when you want your bath?"  Mrs. Oliver pinched Lily's upper ear as she half dragged her into the bathing room.

"Remove your clothes and be quick about it, Your Highness.” Mrs. Oliver sneered sarcastically as she directed a new maid who had just started in the household to begin filling the enema bag.  The new maid shot Lily a sympathetic glance as she hurried to do the housekeeper’s bidding.  She was taller and stocky - straight from the country - and much more suited to the heavy lifting and labor required of a maid than Lily had been.

"Could I use the water closet?"  Lily asked, desperately needing to remove the plug before Mrs. Oliver could see it.  She was sure it would anger Papa, but right at this moment she was more concerned about Mrs. Oliver.

In response, Mrs. Oliver snatched a
tawse from a cabinet shelf and began to swat at Lily's bum as she chased the poor girl about the room.  Despite the protection from her skirt and petticoats, Lily felt every stinging swat. 

"Get that dress off and get up on that table without another word!” Mrs. Oliver's shout sent the other maid scurrying, but not before she hung the large enema bag filled with warm soapy water in preparation for Lily's cleansing.  Lily tearfully worked the buttons down the front of her gown.  She shut her eyes in shame the moment her petticoats joined it on the floor, waiting for Mrs. Oliver's scandalous gasp when she realized Lily had no underthings on.  None came.  In confusion, Lily gingerly climbed on top of the table, taking her position on her knees.  She had desperately hoped that Mrs. Oliver would have been so upset at her lack of proper clothing she would have left the bathing room in disgust. She was not so lucky. 

"Spread your cheeks.  I am not here to do all the work for you,” Mrs. Oliver instructed.

"Perhaps I could try to do this myself to save you the trouble," Lily asked as one final attempt to avoid the humiliation of revealing the plug tucked up deep inside her bum. 

"Nonsense.  Spread your cheeks,” Mrs. Oliver replied impatiently.  Seeing no other option, Lily reached back and gently pulled her buttocks wide open as she had been taught to do by Papa these last few evenings. She braced herself for Mrs. Oliver's reaction.

"Well done girl.  I see your training with his Lordship has progressed nicely,” Mrs. Oliver stated as she grasped the plug firmly and gave a sharp tug.  Lily cried out at the sudden pain.  She was used to Papa's gentle coaxing.  It took a moment to get over the pain and register Mrs. Oliver's comments.

"You know?"  Shame and humiliation flamed Lily's cheeks. 

"Of course I know child!"  Mrs. Oliver scoffed.  “Do you suppose there is anything that goes on in this household that I am not privy too?"  Unlike the first time, the enema nozzle slipped more easily into her bottom as Mrs. Oliver continued to bluster.  "You are a very lucky little girl,” she said as she connected the tube and started the flow of warm soapy water with a click.  Lily clenched as the water entered her bowels, squeezing her eyes shut as the pressure built, barely listening to Mrs. Oliver.

"I knew his Lordship had those
particular
tastes, but up till now it was just a dalliance. I have certainly never seen him go to the trouble of outfitting a nursery!  I say!  You are a lucky, lucky girl!" 

Lily's insides began to gurgle and cramp.  She focused on breathing through the pain, but still Mrs. Oliver continued.  “To have such
a powerful and handsome lord want to take care of you!  I say!  If only I were a few years younger….” Mrs. Oliver paused, smiling.

"Please
, Mrs. Oliver take it out!  It's too much."  Lily begged as she felt her body strain to accept the soapy water. 

"You will take the full two quarts, as per His Lordship's orders." 

It felt like an eternity till the full two quarts found its way deep into her bowels.  Lily was forced to remain on her knees with the irritating soapy water causing waves of cramps for another thirty minutes as Mrs. Oliver prepared a bath. 

Just when Lily thought she could not take any more pain, Mrs. Oliver approached the table with a determined look in her eye.  Without a word of warning, she reached under Lily and began to aggressively massage her distended stomach.

"Oh, God. Oh, God!  Stop! Stop!  It hurts!"  Lily screeched as she desperately tried to get away from Mrs. Oliver's bruising hands. 

"Stay still you silly girl!"  Mrs. Oliver grabbed Lily by the base of the neck, the harsh grip effectively halting Lily's frightened movements.  She once again massaged Lily's stomach.  "We have to make sure we get all the nastiness out of you."  Lily's clenched fists rubbed at her swollen eyes as she endured the sharp pains and discomfort every movement of Mrs. Oliver's hands brought.  "All right, reach back and pull open those cheeks.  Arch your back.  Come girl!  I should not have to tell you how this is done.  His Lordship has been stretching your tight little bum for a week now. You know the position." 

Fresh tears coursed down Lily's cheeks at the reminder that the housekeeper was fully aware of Papa's nightly visits to her bedroom.  She did as she was told and endured the sharp pain as Mrs. Oliver pulled out the nozzle with very little thought to Lily's comfort. 

"Off to the water closet with you,” the housekeeper brusquely ordered. “Then we will do a nice cold water rinse and then into tub with you."

By the time Lily sank into the warm, comforting water, she was emotionally and physically worn out.  She barely protested when Mrs. Oliver scrubbed her soft flesh pink.  As always she was very thorough, not missing the sensitive skin between Lily's legs or butt cheeks. 

"Now sit in front of this nice cheery fire and let your hair dry.” Mrs. Oliver placed her on the rug in front of the small fireplace.  "You will have light duties this morning and then you will take an afternoon nap after luncheon."

"A nap?  I am not a child!" protested Lily.

"His Lordship insists you take a nap this afternoon so a nap this afternoon you will take!"  Mrs. Oliver said indignantly, unable to fathom someone disobeying a direct order from Lord
Stockton.  She exited the room in a huff, leaving Lily to stare into the flames and ponder the odd turn her life had taken in the last week.   

One floor above her, Rand sat in front of his study fire thinking of her.  He felt his cock swell at just the thought of what he had planned for the evening.  As a man in his thirties with a large sexual appetite, he had his fair share of mistresses in the past.  All understood his need to dominate and control.  All had felt the sting of his bare hand on their pretty backsides.  All had been on their knees at some point sweetly begging their "Papa" for mercy or release.  But there was always something missing. To his past mistresses it was just a game to satisfy his sexual appetite. They were jaded, used woman who could have just as easily played the dominant role.  They were whatever their current protector needed them to be, and the encounters had left him feeling strangely unsatisfied.

In recent years he’d taken to selecting his mistresses from the working class, as opposed to the painted performers who normally made the rounds of the ton.  He’d hoped their more humble origins would result in a more satisfying sexual experience, but again there was something lacking.

And then he’d found Lily. Her sweet innocence, her need to please him, her natural submission – she had all the elements he required. But what he found most appealing was her innocence; the young maid was too naive to even realize she was a natural submissive.  This was not a game to her, or to him.  This was forever.  In Lily he had finally found his perfect submissive - someone who would relinquish all control to him - every moment of her day - and be his.  She would
be his perfect little one.  He would be her entire world, and he would cherish her.

It had taken all his willpower to hold himself in check this week, to slowly introduce her to the pleasure and pain he would expect from her.  It was a rare, precious gift to find someone her age
who had not been deflowered by some randy lord or footman in her early teens.  He wanted to savor the moment.  He knew it would be all the sweeter once she was truly, unequivocally his. 

Tonight he would test her submissiveness by taking her anal virginity.  Lord
Stockton shifted in his seat, making more room for his growing cock in his trousers.  The thought of finally pushing his cock into her small, still tight back passage had his manhood swelling to painful proportions.  After he claimed her anal virginity, she would have a choice. She could choose to stay in her current position - in which case he would still take her anally but no further - or she could choose to become his little one.  He smiled at the thought.  If she chose to become his little one, all bets were off.  Every part of her small, beautiful body - every orifice - would be his.