Penelope's Punishment (10 page)

Her Saucy Mouth

“Well I hear someone was a good girl and drank her whole bottle,” beamed Nanny when she reentered the room. “Got yourself a nice little reward too, didn’t you Dearie?”

Penelope blushed hotly at the thought Nanny was aware of what Papa had just done to her. She curled up under the covers, trying to hide her nakedness.

“None of that, Dearie,” said Nanny as she slapped Penelope’s hands away. “You are not to hide your body.” Nanny grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of bed and over to the dreaded changing table. Penelope pulled back. “Please, no more enemas Nanny!”

“Hush. You will receive an enema every day if your Papa orders it,” scolded Nanny. “As it happens, there will not be an enema today. I need to remove your punishment plug and then get you ready for your wedding. Up you go!” 

Nanny boosted her onto the table and made her kneel down with her bottom in the air.

“Now reach back and pull open your bottom cheeks.”

“Do I have to?” whined Penelope. Nanny’s response was a swift slap to Penelope’s bottom cheek. Duly chastised and without further objection, Penelope reached back and gingerly pulled open her bottom cheeks.

“Well look at these shiny, pink lips.” Nanny ran a finger over Penelope’s still wet cunny. “Looks like you were a very good girl for Papa.” Penelope was mortified to not only be exposed in such a crude manner, but for Nanny to comment.

Nanny grasped the handle of the glass rectal plug and gave a firm tug. From the moment it was shoved up her bottom Penelope could not wait to have it removed, but now that it was happening she changed her mind. Her sensitive ring had closed around the very narrow handle and resisted having to widen for the bulbous part of the plug.

“Don’t Nanny. Please, don’t!” she sobbed. 

Ignoring her pleas, Nanny gave Penelope another swift spank on her bottom. “Stop clenching down,” she ordered.

Penelope cried, “I’m trying!”

Nanny gave another sharp pull and watched as Penelope’s tight bottom hole relented. The skin was stretched smooth and taunt as the wide plug slowly appeared. Penelope screamed as the pressure increased. Despite the sharp pain, her body instinctively took over and pushed the offending object out. Penelope collapsed flat onto the table, worn out from the effort to dislodge the plug. Papa had been right about one thing. Every moment the plug was buried inside of her she thought of her punishment and why she had earned it.

The rest of the morning went along pleasantly as Nanny bathed Penelope then dried and curled her hair. Penelope loved the feeling of being clean. She had enjoyed more warm baths in the last few weeks than she had in years. Unfortunately, the quiet of the morning was broken the moment Nanny held up her “wedding gown”. It was a childish garment of white lace with a pale green sash that would barely reach her upper thigh. Penelope released a string of curses that made even the seasoned Nanny blush to hear. And while Nanny was more than capable of forcing the slight statured girl into the gown, His Lordship had left strict instructions that the next time his little one cursed or gave in to guttural language, he was to be notified immediately. With pursed lips, Nanny strode to the bell pull which would summon a servant and thereby His Lordship.        

Penelope sat on her knees by the fire, naked but for a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, idly playing with one of the dolls found scattered about the room. When Nanny retreated and did not force her into the dress, Penelope had foolishly thought she’d won the battle. Besides, it was all just a silly ruse. She didn’t for a moment think he truly meant to marry her! She was therefore unprepared for the appearance of Papa.

Penelope clutched the doll to her chest for protection as she absorbed the sight of over six feet of solid angry male. Nanny met His Lordship at the entryway.

“I was sorry to bother you, my lord, but she disobeyed.”

“Disciplining my little one will never be a bother, Nanny. Please go down to the kitchens to see if Cook needs any help with the wedding preparations.” Nanny curtsied and left the nursery.

Alex slowly strode into the room. Penelope took in his hooded gaze, the broad shoulders and chest made all the more so by the finely tailored coat he wore, to finally land on his hands. Those strong hands that she both feared and adored now held the hated thick leather strap from her punishment the night before. When she made a movement to rise, he halted her with a growl.

“Stay on your knees.”

Alex placed one foot on either side of her knees, forcing Penelope to strain her neck back to meet his eyes. She watched in horrified fascination as he placed the strap on the table with one hand, while the other went to his trouser buttons. His towering strength kept her rooted to the spot as each button slipped through its hole, one by one, exposing more of his large erection.

He fisted the wide shaft and pulled his cock free. Penelope stared at the massive organ with its large bulbous head. She was not unaware of what men did to women with their cocks but it seemed physically impossible with one this big. She started to lean back, frightened. Alex swiftly reached out to grasp the back of her head.

“I warned you little one. You were told to curb that saucy mouth of yours or risk punishment.” He stroked his cock as he talked, rubbing a thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum over the head.

He released his cock and placed both hands on either side of her head. “Now, you are going to open your mouth nice and wide for Papa. I’m going to force my cock deep down your throat. You need to learn the proper way to use that mouth of yours.”

Penelope whimpered and tried to shake her head ‘no’, but his grasp was too strong. She placed her hands against his upper thighs and pushed with all her strength but she was no match for him. He pressed both of his thumbs against the soft center of her cheeks, the delicate flesh cutting on her teeth, forcing her mouth open wide. He pushed the head in and paused. Penelope’s tongue swished around, tasting his salty pre-cum. Before she could try to push him out with her tongue he pressed in further.

Alex closed his eyes and resisted the urge to plunge in to his balls. He could feel her tongue innocently swiping the underside of his cock, causing rippling sensations of pleasure. He breathed deeply and forced another inch in. He could feel the back of her throat caress the head of his cock.

Penelope’s throat constricted, gagging. Panicked she tried to pull back, away from his punishing cock. She started to scream, the sound muffled.

“Breathe through your nose, little one,” he ordered through clenched teeth. The cords on his neck standing out as he broke out in a sweat, ruthlessly reigning in the urge to thrust hard.

He tilted her head further back, opening up her throat. He pushed in a few more inches, feeling the muscles in her throat firmly clasping his cock.

Penelope struggled to breathe through her nose. Her eyes watered as her throat burned. Her choking screams coming out as mere squeaks.

“Cease struggling and relax your throat, Kitten. It will only get worse if you don’t submit.” 

Staring down at her tear-filled eyes, her small pink lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, Alex knew he must not relent. These first few punishments were crucial in exercising his dominance over her. He pulled back his hips, releasing her throat but still keeping his cock in her mouth. Once she had taken a deep breath around his shaft, he pushed back in, straight down her throat.

After several strokes, the muscles in her throat slackened. Her jaw fell loose and he was able to thrust with less force. Each time the back of her throat pushed against the sensitive tip he groaned. Before he lost control, he pulled completely out.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Penelope nodded, tears falling down her cheeks as she took large gulping breaths. He fisted his cock and pumped vigorously. In time, she would take the full force of his thrusts. He would come straight down her throat, but she was not ready for that just yet. He continued to work his cock until he felt the building pressure of his release. Grabbing the back of her head to hold her steady, he held the tip of his cock against her pretty pink lips and watched as his cream coated her mouth and tongue.

“Don’t swallow.” He leaned in close to whisper against her open mouth. “Keep my cream on your tongue till it melts down your throat. We shall be married within the half hour. When I kiss you to seal the vows, I want to taste my cum on your lips.”

He reached between her legs and ran his fingers over her wet cunny, raising his glistening fingers for her inspection. Penelope was deeply embarrassed to see the indisputable evidence of her own arousal after such rough treatment. Alex was thrilled. His little one loved to be dominated, whether she would admit it or not. He licked her cream off his fingers. “As you will taste your own cum on mine.”

The Wedding

Alex walked into the morning parlor to greet his friends. Smither was already passing out glasses of sherry. Richard stepped forward to shake his hand as he clapped him on the back. “Congratulations, old man.”

“A toast to the groom and his feisty, little one,” said Rand, raising a glass.

“Wait,” said Alex. “Smitty, I will not listen to any arguments. Grab yourself a glass of sherry and toast my nuptials with me.”

“As you wish, my lord.” Smither poured himself a glass and joined the gentlemen by the fire.

“To wedded bliss,” cheered Richard. They all drank. Alex then excused himself from the happy group to converse with the vicar.

Penelope tried to control her racing heart as she was ushered into the parlor by Nanny. As she took in the well-dressed gentlemen and the vicar, it all suddenly seemed too real. She didn’t really think that he had meant to marry her. The idea was too ridiculous - a lord marrying a pickpocket! At best, she thought, he would trot some gin-sodden priest before her for some sham vows. But no, this was real.

She stared at the man who both tormented and aroused her. Penelope hated when he disciplined her, but loved how he would hold and cuddle her afterward. If she were honest, even his discipline was a form of caring. He had proven to her over and over that her safety and protection were important to him. Her response to him confused and scared her. There was something primal about how he could force her to his will. It was almost a relief to give up her own will, to have someone else bear the burden of constant worry and responsibility. By accepting his protection, she would never want for anything. She would never be hungry or cold. But she knew if she were not careful he would swallow up her whole being. He was a force of nature who fed on her spirit and energy. If he ever truly knew how much she was drawn to him, she would be lost.

Alex held up a hand, beckoning her forward. Penelope walked to his side on shaking legs. She looked nervously around the room, self-consciously pulling on her short gown, feeling dreadfully exposed. Alex grabbed her chin and focused her attention on him. When she looked into his eyes the rest of the room faded away.

“I know you are scared and overwhelmed,” he said in a dark, soothing voice. “I know the last few hours have tried your patience and pushed you almost past your endurance. I can see inside your soul, Penelope. I know you crave my dominance as much as you fight it. Deep down you want to be treated like my precious little doll. You want a Papa who will protect and guard over you, who will cherish every moment with you. I am that man, Penelope.” 

He leaned in close and whispered for her ears only. “You stand before me, my friends and a man of God, with the taste of my cum on your lips. I already possess a piece of you and the moment you become by wife, I will take the whole.”

Penelope was at a complete loss for words. He had confirmed her worst fears and her deepest desires.

Alex nodded to the vicar to proceed. His words washed over Penelope in a jumbled hush. She was too lost in the intensity of Papa’s eyes to truly concentrate on the vicar’s sermon. When the time came for her to speak, she numbly nodded her head and whispered the required reply. She watched through a haze as the vicar finished the marriage vows and pronounced them husband and wife.

“I am the match and the fire, Kitten.” His tone fierce with barely leashed desire. “You run. I chase. You’re mine now. I can’t…I won’t let you go.” With those words, she became the married possession of the most dangerous man she had ever known.

Alex lifted her right hand. Penelope looked down as something heavy and metal enclosed her wrist. It was a beautifully intricate charm bracelet. She spun the bracelet looking at the individual jewel-encrusted charms. There was a small kitten, a heart, a doll and a bear. With each rotation the bracelet gave out a bell-like tinkling noise. Penelope spun the bracelet around her wrist again, a frown developing on her brow.

Alex could tell the exact moment Penelope realized the charm bracelet had a hidden locked latch. She would never be able to remove it on her own. The expensive bracelet would make her an immediate target for thieves were she to ever leave his care. The small tinkling sound it made each time she moved her wrist guaranteed she would be unable to soundlessly pick another pocket. He had effectively collared his kitten.

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Alex managed to secure her in his master suite before Penelope screeched her indignation.

“Why you bloody…”

“Ah…ah…ah…careful with what you are about to say, little one. Unless you want another lesson on how to properly use your mouth,” said Alex with a casual attitude that belied his words.

Penelope’s cheeks flamed. Him forcing his cock down her throat as she struggled both frightened and excited her. The reminder brought more of the fight out of her.

She pushed her arm out, gesturing to the bracelet. “Get this off me.”

“Never.”

She screamed in frustration as she pulled uselessly at the bracelet. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he said with a knowing smile. Without taking his eyes off her, he slowly took off his coat.

“Stop undressing,” she ordered as she started to back away.

He ignored her as he unbuttoned his waistcoat and threw it on the floor with his coat. Penelope frantically searched for a weapon. She latched on to a small vase on the mantle. Raising it high above her head, she warned him, “Stop this instant or I’ll throw this.”

Alex kicked off his shoes and socks while untucking the tails of his shirt. Penelope was momentarily distracted as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his muscled chest and flat stomach. She could see the bulge from his erection pressing against his trousers.

“Don’t come any closer,” she said, more weakly this time.

He undid the top two bottoms of his trousers. “I have waited a lifetime to sink deep inside of you. Throw a hundred vases. It won’t stop me from taking what I want, what is now mine.”

In desperation, Penelope threw the vase and turned to run. Alex easily deflected the blow with his forearm and was immediately upon her. With his arm wrapped securely around her waist, he reached under her short hem to cup her exposed mound. He could feel the wet heat radiating from her sweet cunny.

“Tell me again how much you hate me,” he harshly whispered in her ear as he pushed a single finger deep inside of her.

An embarrassed Penelope struggled to be free. “Let me go!”

He removed his hand from between her legs and wrapped it around her throat from behind. Tilting her head to the side, he feasted on her neck, licking and gently biting till she squirmed. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth as his other hand reached up to clutch a breast. With no corset, her unrestrained breast swelled at his touch, his palm rubbing against her sensitive nipples.

Penelope groaned as her head tilted back to rest against his shoulder. The movement pushed her breast against his hand.

“Oh, god. Stop,” she breathed.

“Never,” he said fiercely. Fisting both hands in the collar of her dress he ripped the delicate material in two. It fell in gentle wisps from her body, leaving her only in knee socks and slippers. Placing his hand once again at her throat and against her mound, Alex lifted her slight frame till they both tumbled backwards onto the bed. Laying on his side and half-pinning her down onto to the bed with his weight, he thrust his fingers in and out of her wet cunny.

“Cum for me. Show me who owns you.”

Penelope tried to resist but the hot friction from his fingers stretching and filling her was too much. Alex could feel her inner muscles tighten. Knowing she was close and knowing she needed a blend of pleasure and pain to find release, he pulled his fingers out of her cunny and pinched her clit, hard.

Penelope threw her head back and screamed as a rush of sensations tore through her in a torrent. She had barely recovered when she felt his large cock pressing against her bottom cheeks. Alex grasped her hips to tilt her bottom up and out for better access. Reaching for his cock, he positioned himself at her cunny entrance. In one forceful thrust, he broke through her maidenhead, taking her from behind in a primal rush.

Penelope gasped at the pain from his violent entry. Her body struggled to accommodate his girth.

She was overpowered. His hips pressing against her bottom, the warmth of his skin on her back, his strong grip on her throat, the spicy scent of him as he took what he wanted…as he took her.

“Mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

“Yours,” came her strangled cry as she came again with his cock buried deep inside of her.

Alex roared his release as he branded her as his own.