Disciplining the Maid (8 page)

He pushed and felt the expected resistance. Using more strength, he pressed until her small sensitive ring gave way to the inevitable and gradually accepted the head of his cock.  Lily whimpered at the intrusion but after stretching her bottom with various plugs over the last several days, Rand knew it was more from the discomfort of having something forced into her back passage than from any real pain; that would come in a moment when her body would be compelled to accept his full length.  He gave a small thrust and the head was pulled into her body.  Her tiny sphincter felt like a tight band around his shaft as it struggled to contain his cock. 

Lily's grip on her own buttocks slackened when she felt the first sting as her body struggled to accept him.  Her hands were now in tight fists pressed against her mouth.  Rand gripped her waist and slowly pushed his hips forward, wanting her to strain against every inch of his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her body. 

Lily gave out a pained whelp as she felt her tight passage labor against the pain of the intrusion.  It burned and stung as her muscles contracted, trying to expel him.  Papa's cock was far wider and longer than the largest plug she had been forced to endure.  She didn't think her body could take it.

"Please stop, Papa!  It's too much!  It's too painful!"  Lily pleaded. 

"What's too much, baby-girl?" He asked giving another small push forward.  "What's too painful?"

"Your cock!  Your cock in my bottom!  I can't.  I just can't!"  she screamed.

"You can and you will.  You still have another four inches to take.  You will do this for Papa.” He punctuated this with a sharp thrust of his hips, pushing his erect cock in another inch.

  Lily cried out but didn't try to beg him to stop again.  With the generous amount of lubricant coating his shaft, there was little resistance from her tiny bottom as he slid further and further in.  Her body began to shake from the exertion of trying to hold him back.  Her muscles weakened and opened to the unrelenting push of his hard shaft.  After several tense moments, he could feel the heat radiating from her punished backside against his flesh.  She had taken the full eight inches deep into her bottom.  He closed his eyes and savored the tight feeling of her ass as it clenched around his cock. 

"Is it over?"  Lily asked weakly.  Her voiced sounding strained from the pain.  He rubbed her lower back in soothing circles.

"No, baby.  You were a very good girl whose little bottom took all of Papa's cock, but it is not over,” he said in a soft, cooing voice.  "This next part will be even more painful.  You can cry out all you want but know that Papa will not stop no matter how much you beg." 

Lily whimpered in fear as he pulled his hips back, groaning when her bottom continued its tight grip on his cock.  He let the head barely crest her sensitive ring, forcing it once again to accommodate the wide girth before fiercely slamming himself back into her body to the base of his shaft.  Lily fisted the bed covers as a pained scream was wrenched from her body. 

Rand continued to thrust, burying his cock deep and then withdrawing with long strokes, only to thrust to the hilt again.  Lily's body rocked forward with each forceful push; only his strong grip on her waist kept her in place for each punishing penetration.  Lily's stomach began to cramp.  She felt as if her insides were bruised and battered from his painful assault.  She reached her hand back in a weak attempt to stop his thrusts. 

"Please, stop moving
, Papa.  It hurts so much!" she sobbed. 

Ignoring her pleas, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against her lower back, locking it in place.  Still he continued ramming into her body, taking his pleasure at the expense of her pain, knowing it would lead to her full submission and ultimate release.    

Rand roared his climax as he coated her bowels with his cream.  He leaned his forehead between her shoulder blades and let the pleasure sweep over his body in waves.  Only when he felt his cock begin to slacken did he pull out.  Keeping her on her knees, he watched his cum drip from Lily's abused rosebud.  He allowed her to curl on her side in the fetal position as he held her from behind while she softly cried.  He knew this had been painful and traumatic for her, but he also knew she needed his dominance as much as he needed her submission. 

Pushing two fingers into her now slack back opening, swiping them full of his cream, he raised them to her mouth.

"Open up, baby." 

It would be her final act of submission that evening.  He wanted to see her suck
the cum from her ass off his fingers.  There was only the slightest parting of her small, pink lips, but it was enough.  He pushed his fingers in, swirling them around her mouth and tongue, making sure she got the full taste of his cum in her mouth.  He reached between her sore bottom cheeks a second time and coated his fingers with more cream. 

"Again baby.  Papa never wants you to waste his cream.  I want you to lick it all like a good girl." 

With only a whimper of protest, Lily allowed him to push his cum soaked fingers into her mouth again. 

"Good girl," he said as he stroked her hair and nuzzled against her neck.  "I want you to sleep now.  Tomorrow Papa will show you your new room."  Lily was too tired to ask questions or protest.  She fell asleep curled up in Papa's strong embrace.  

Her New Room

"Wake up
, little one."

Lily awoke to a playful slap to her naked bum as Papa yanked the covers off.  At first, she was confused and disoriented, but as soon as her sleep haze faded
, she bolted upright, mortified to be in his bed.  She was not sure what to expect this morning, but her innate servant training came to the fore.  It was unforgivable that she had allowed herself to fall asleep in his Lordship's bed!  She was certain he would have expected her to move to her own chambers at some point in the early morning hours.

Fearful of being punished for such a grievous transgression, Lily begged him not to be angry. "Please forgive me my Lord for not knowing my place.  I am so terribly sorry for staying the night in your chambers,” Lily exclaimed as she curled up trying to hide her nakedness.  She shuddered to think what Mrs. Oliver was going to say since she was certain she would be late for her duties. 

Rand laughed, confusing Lily more.  He grasped her jaw and briefly kissed her lips. "My beautiful, sweet innocent girl.  I can see every confused, conflicted thought in that pretty little head of yours reflected in your beautiful, brown eyes.  You no longer need to worry about Mrs. Oliver or your duties.  You will never return to that small room in the servant’s quarters.  I have a lovely new room prepared for you."

Rand smiled, his handsome face reflecting his peace and contentment.  The moment Lily had submitted and allowed him to press his cock deep into her bottom was one of the greatest of his life.  He could not wait to make her his true little one.  Before he showed her the nursery, he wanted to give her pleasure while she lay naked and warm in his bed. 

"I want you to lay back” He waited till Lily obeyed. "Now, raise your hands high and grab the posts of the headboard.  Under no circumstances are you to let go.  Do you understand me?” Lily nodded." Good girl.  Now spread your legs wide and show Papa your pretty, pink pussy."  Lily hesitantly opened her legs a fraction. "Tsk. Tsk,” he chided. “If you don't open them wider I will think you want another pussy spanking."

Fearing the threat, Lily spread her legs wide.  Papa ran a finger down her slit, knowing he would find her wet and wanting.  She may not understand her body's response to his dominance but he did.  He laid between her legs and spread her nether lips open, placing his tongue on her engorged clit and circling it counter clockwise, easing the pressure on the underside and then increasing it when he reached the top. Rand loved the way she squirmed and shifted her hips and matched the rhythm of her increased breathing with the tip of his tongue on her clit. The moment he sensed her release was close, he thrust two fingers deep into her wet pussy.  Lily gasped as wave after wave of dizzying pleasure hit her. She struggled to keep her hands on the headboard posts as her hips rose and fell as her head moved from side to side.  She rode the wave of her release. 

"You are so pretty when Papa makes you come,” he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of her pussy till he felt the tremors cease.  "Now, I want you to come again, this time from my fingers in your ass." 

"Oh, Papa.  Please don't!  It’s still very sore,” pleaded Lily.

"Shhh … you need to learn that with pain comes pleasure, little one." 

Lily's eyes
teared up, as she knew arguing would be futile.  He would do with her body what he wanted and she would let him. 

"Deep breath,” he soothed as she felt his dew soaked fingers at her puckered entrance.  She squeezed her eyes shut as he forced his fingers past the sensitive ring.  Lily hissed at the sting and pain and grasped the headboard posts till her knuckles turned white.

"Please stop Papa," she begged.  "It hurts!" 

He ignored her as he pushed his fingers in deep,
then used his thumb to stroke her now sensitive clit.  Lily's hips left the bed as she tried to avoid the overwhelming sensations of both pleasure and pain.  Papa placed a restraining hand just above her pussy.  Keeping her in place, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her bottom in a slow unrelenting rhythm.    

"Move past the pain, little one.  You know you need this.  You know you need to be held down and forced to endure pain to feel pleasure.  You know only Papa can give this to you." 

He increased the punishing rhythm of his fingers.  Her poor abused hole had not fully recovered from last night's bruising assault. 

"I can't
, Papa! I can't!" she cried.

"Yes, you can.  I want you to come when I command.  Do you hear me
, Lily?"

"Yes, Papa!" Her breathing came in great bursts now, and despite the pain in her bottom, she could feel the wave of another release cresting.  After several more thrusts, he leaned over her tortured body and grasped her hair, forcing her head back and her chest out. 

"Come now!" he growled against her mouth, then bit down on her nipple and pushed a third finger deep into her bottom.  The sharp pain in her breast and bottom coupled with the pressure from this thumb on her clit was too much.  A scream was torn from her body as Lily came with such intensity she passed out. 

Her eyes fluttered open a few moments later when she heard voices in the room.

"Place the tray on the table by the bed." 

Papa was talking to the new maid. With a humiliated cry, Lily started to cover herself.

"Stop,” Papa’s command thundered through the room, causing both Lily and the new maid to freeze. "Lay back and spread open your legs," he harshly charged Lily.

"But
...," she began to protest.

"Obey me now,” he angrily interrupted.  Lily tearfully obeyed.  Once again, His Lordship gestured for the maid to place the tea tray by the bed and then dismissed her. The silence stretched as he prepared a cup of tea for himself.

"Roll over onto your tummy." 

With a whimper, Lily obeyed.  As he sat on the bed by her side, stroking her hair, he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “You covered yourself from my view without my permission. You have earned yourself a spanking." 

Lily solemnly nodded her head.  She hated the fact she had disappointed him.  She buried her face into the bed covers as she heard him move across the room and open his wooden dressing cabinet to retrieve a heavy leather strap.   It was a beautifully crafted two fingered tawse, about eighteen inches long and two inches wide.  He also retrieved a long piece of silk.  He approached the bed and once again sat by her side. 

"This is going to be unlike your previous punishments," he warned in a soft, ominous whisper against her ear, his rough, unshaven cheek brushing her neck.  "You need to understand that your transgressions from this point forward will warrant harsher punishments.  I am going to tie your hands to the headboard.  I cannot risk you injuring yourself." 

Lily trembled in fright.  She could not even look up. Keeping her face buried in the bed covers, she gave a start when warm hands gripped her wrists and something cool and soft encircled them.  The fabric tightened, securing her to the headboard.  The bed dipped as Papa rose.  Her butt cheeks clenched in fear of the unknown.

"Unclench your cheeks, baby,” Papa softly ordered.  The moment she unclenched there was a whoosh and the leather strap made its first contact with her soft, pale flesh.  Lily screamed in agony.  She had been expecting his bare palm like before.  This torment was different.  She felt vulnerable and alone stretched out on his bed, bereft of the strange comfort of his lap.  The leather strap fell again, kissing the tender spot just under her cheeks at the top of her thighs.  Lily cried out in distress as her legs kicked in
vain.   The strap left a burning, irritating sensation that radiated out far beyond where it fell. Her buttocks felt like it was on fire.

"No more!  No more!  Please, Papa!"  Lily wailed and Papa watched as her beautiful pale cheeks turned a dark, crimson.  He could make out the individual welt marks from each strike and only after ten full swats did he finally stopped.  Lily sobbed uncontrollably into the bed covers as he bent to release her wrists.  He could see raw marks from where she pulled on the silk in her pain.  Gently rubbing the feeling back into her hands, he let her cry. 

"What do you have to say to Papa?" he asked when her sobs began to abate.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you
, Papa.  It will never happen again,” Lily said softly, failing to meet his gaze.  He smiled to himself, knowing there would be plenty of times his little one would disobey him, but he knew he would always be there to correct her by any means necessary.

"All is forgiven, little one.  Now, let us get you into your pink dress." 

Papa helped her back into her childish attire.  Lily winced as he brought her drawers over her sore, reddened bottom.  She waited patiently as he got dressed and then meekly took his hand to be led from his chambers and down the hall.  Lily felt embarrassed and self-conscience in her attire, knowing her legs were scandalously exposed, but knew better than to complain to Papa.  They stopped in front of a small door at the end of the hallway that was usually locked and Lily was surprised to learn there was a staircase on the other side.  Papa led her up the stairs into a large, airy chamber.

It was a beautiful nursery. Paintings of scenes depicting toys, parks and dolls surrounded by simple gold frames decorated the pale green walls. Large pastel pink rugs covered the polished hard wood floors.  There was a small play area with dolls, stuffed animals, books and toys.  Across from a cheery fireplace was a teacher's desk and chalkboard with a small child's desk in front.  At the far end of the room was a cream-colored crib decorated with pink bows. It that looked far too large to be a normal baby's crib, and when Lily peered inside she gave a squeal of delight. Resting against the side was a pretty doll, which looked just like her!  It even had on a tiny version of the pink dress she was wearing.  Papa picked up the doll and held it out for Lily, who quickly clasped it to her chest.  She was filled with childish glee; having been raised in the cold, confines of an orphanage, she’d never
known the luxury of owning her very own doll!  Papa led her over to the large rocking chair placed near the crib and placed her on his lap.

"Lily I want you to listen very carefully to me."  Papa raised her chin with his finger when he realized she was too busy admiring her new doll to respond.

"Yes, Papa?"

"I had this nursery decorated just for you.  I want this to be your new room." 

Lily stared at him with unblinking eyes.  She did not understand.  He tried to explain further.

"Lily, baby, I want you to become my little one.  I want to take care of you.  You will never have to work or worry about anything beyond pleasing me.  It pleases me to treat you like a little girl
-  to control what you wear, what you eat, where you sleep.  I want you to become completely dependent upon me for your every need.  Do you understand what I am saying?"

"You already treat me like a little girl when you ... when you take me over your knee and spank me,” Lily replied.

"I have started treating you like my little one but now I want to take it further," Papa explained.  "I want you to completely submit.  I want to treat you like a little girl all the time, not just when I am disciplining you.  If you agree, you will never be treated like an adult again.  You will have to obey me in everything."  He wanted to make sure she fully understood what he was asking of her, for once she agreed there would be no turning back.

"You will have pretty dresses and lots of dolls." He tweaked her cheek, making her smile.  "You will also have a nanny to take care of you and I will see that she properly schools you.  I want my little one to learn her letters and to read and write.  You will also learn how to please me. Just like Papa trained your bottom to accept his cock, I will also train your pussy and that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he brushed her full bottom lip with his thumb in a soft caress.  Lily did not fully understand his meaning, but her body did.  She could feel a responding tingle between her legs as he talked. 

"What happens when you tire of me?  Will I go back to being your maid?"

He smiled at her question, knowing he would never tire of her.  "No
, Sweetheart.  First of all, I will never, ever tire of you, but to put to rest your fears, I will have papers drawn up saying I will buy you a house complete with a carriage and staff and provide for you for the rest of your life should we part ways.  You will never have to work another day in your life, baby."  She smiled at his assurances, but then grew solemn.  There was still one other possibility -  one that hurt to consider.

"What if you should marry?" 
she asked, knowing he must one day.  He was a powerful lord, after all, and it was expected of him to marry and carry on his line. 

Rand could not imagine marrying and bringing another woman into his household.  He was a second son with a fortune of his own, and there were no expectations of his providing an heir or taking a wife.  He wanted no one but Lily, and knew he would never risk marrying and giving his wife the power to send her away as would be his new wife’s prerogative, since keeping his mistress in the same household would be too scandalous.  Lily was his and he was keeping her, but he was not prepared to divulge his feelings for her just yet, so he chose a more candid answer.