Penelope's Punishment (11 page)

Submission

Smither walked into the study with Rose and Daisy trailing behind. “You shall start with the bookshelves and then move on to the furnishings.” 

Alex looked up from the packet of estate reports he was reviewing. During the search for Penelope and their subsequent marriage a week ago, he had dreadfully neglected his business interests.

“My apologies, my lord. I was not aware you were in this part of the house presently,” Smither tactfully demurred. “I will have the maids clean elsewhere.” Smither shuffled the maids out of the room before turning back.

“Can I get you a refreshment, my lord?” It was asked with a perfectly butler-like straight face, although Alex knew better.

“You can cut the veiled references, Smitty,” smirked Alex. “I am perfectly aware I have been…shall we say…indisposed…with my new little one.”

“Is that what we are calling holing up in your suite with the Little Miss for a full week?”

“That dictator of a Nanny you hired has already read me the riot act. Pulled Penelope right out of my arms, insisting she needed nourishment and rest,” Alex grumbled with something that looked very close to a pout. Changing the subject, he queried, “We never did have our conversation about your unique lifestyle outside of this household.”

Smither grinned but stayed silent.

“I shall leave you to nurse your wounded pride, my lord,” Smither threw out over his shoulder as he made a hasty exit.

Alex looked back down at the papers scattered across his desk and pushed them away, knowing he would not get any more work done today. He thought back over the events of the previous week. His feisty little kitten had earned more than her fair share of punishments, which he was swift to dole out, but she had also earned plenty of rewards. He shifted in his seat. His cock growing at the mere thought of her.

Tonight she would receive her first lesson in submission, and he could focus on little else.

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“Are you ready, little one?”

“Yes, Papa.”

He stood over her bare-chested, dressed only in black trousers. She loved how imposing and powerful he looked. It sent a delicious thrill through her body. 

Penelope marveled at the dramatic change her life had taken. She had fought him every step of the way, and would have probably run away again if given a chance. She realized it wasn’t him or what he was offering that she fought against, but her lack of choice. It pricked her pride to be dominated and brought to heel. But he had shown her that submitting was not weakness; it was freedom.

For the first time in her life she was truly cherished and protected. While she was still getting used to being treated like a little girl, secretly she loved it. She loved being coddled and petted. Loved the pretty dresses and the carefree life. Papa said her only responsibility was to please him. She still fought, but now it was for different reasons, she thought with a secret smile. She especially loved her punishment when she talked back or used the street slang Papa claimed hate, although she suspected he loved being given a reason to punish her mouth.

Penelope was brought back to the present when she felt his strong grip around her throat as Alex pulled her in close for a quick, bruising kiss, claiming her mouth like he claimed her body. He pushed her back onto her bed. They were in her nursery, the only light coming from the fireplace. He placed her sideways with her bottom off the edge on one side and her head off the other. Stretching her leg up wide, he secured her ankle with a thick leather cuff to the post, doing the same to the other leg. He walked slowly around the bed, coming to rest over her head.

Alex loved when she looked at him with those big, gorgeous green eyes filled with desire and just a little fear. He stroked her hair, leaning over to kiss her forehead. He ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, relishing in her cool, smooth skin. His hand engulfed her small, delicate wrist. Stretching it across the bed covers, he secured it to the bed post. He repeated the caress followed by restraint with her other arm.

“Tell me, little one. What is the difference between a punishment and a submission lesson?”

“I earn a punishment when I’m naughty and a submission lesson when I’m a good girl.”

“That’s my good little kitten. The submission lesson will still be painful.”

“Papa, I’m scared. I don’t want it to hurt too much.”

Alex smiled warmly at her. He planned to take her bottom tonight. It would be a severe lesson, but she was ready.

“Know that Papa will kiss it and make it all better.” 

Alex picked up a leather strap. It was thinner and lighter than the one he used to punish her. “Let’s warm up this adorable bottom of yours first.” He moved to stand to the side of her outstretched legs. Alex ran a hand down the underside of her thigh to cup her bottom. “Papa loves seeing this bottom all pink and warm.”

He raised his hand and brought the strap down across her cheeks. Penelope cried out. He continued to strap her bottom till it glowed cherry bright. The blows were not as heavy as when he punished her. Instead the sting quickly faded, leaving behind a tingling warmth.

He rubbed each cheek, giving them both a squeeze. “All nice and ready for Papa.” He dropped the strap and kneeled between her legs. Taking a sore cheek in each hand he lifted her hips to meet his mouth. He licked the smooth seam of her cunny lips before pushing his tongue inside. He swirled his tongue around her clit before rhythmically flicking it with the tip. He loved how her leather strap heated skin felt against his jaw and neck.  

Penelope began to breathe heavily as she pushed her hips against his waiting mouth.

“Please, Papa,” she begged for release.

He gently scraped his teeth over her engorged clit. “Ask me to finger your bottom.”

“Oh, no Papa. I don’t like that. It aches too much.”

“You know you need to be pushed to the edge of pain to cum, little one. Now obey me.”

“Please….please, finger…my bottom.”

He thrust two fingers into her already loosened bottom hole. Her poor rosebud had been forced to accept increasingly larger punishment plugs all week to prepare for this moment. As much as he wanted to feel her back passage’s tight clasp on his cock, he was a large man. He had no desire to damage her. Roughly working his fingers in and out of her small puckered hole, he sucked her clit deep into his mouth, stretching it painfully. The fierce stab of pain sent Penelope crashing into her release.

While Penelope recovered from the intense experience, Alex retrieved his riding crop. He would need his own release before taking her bottom. In his current aroused state, he didn’t trust himself not to push too hard too quickly. Fortunately, there was another way his little one already liked to be taken forcefully.

Penelope opened her eyes when she felt his hands on either side of her head, tilting it back further till it hung over the edge of the bed. He pulled his shaft from his trousers and traced her lips with the tip. Penelope licked the edge, loving the salty taste of him.

“Usually Papa takes this saucy mouth when you are on your knees. Tonight we are going to try something new. I’ll be able to push my cock much further down your tiny throat from this angle.”

Penelope whimpered. She could not imagine taking him any deeper. As it was she still choked whenever his cock hit the back of her throat. “I don’t think I can, Papa.”

Alex stroked her wet and quivering pussy with the crop. “That is what this is for, Kitten. Encouragement. Now open nice and wide for Papa’s cock.”

He slid the head of his cock past her lips. She could feel it push against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue swished the underside, taking in his taste. Penelope braced herself, knowing that shortly it would thrust deeper. She took a deep breath through her nose like he had taught her.

That is when panic set in. Her head was tilted far back, bracketed by his thighs. Her nose was pressed against the soft warm skin of his shaft. She took in his spicy musk scent but not as much air. She tried to call out but the sound was muffled. With her arms and legs restrained, there was little she could do but trust in her Papa.

“Stop fighting it. Keep your head still.”

When she instinctively tried to raise her head up to stop his cock’s push into her mouth, Alex brought the riding crop down on her vulnerable pussy already sensitive from his ministrations. The sharp unexpected sting wrenched a startled scream from Penelope, and this action opened her throat, allowing him to slide in further. The head of his shaft was now pushing against the back of her throat. He had only previously taken her a little beyond that, but tonight she would take all nine inches. He whipped her pussy again and thrust his hips forward. She struggled to close her restrained legs. 

Alex groaned as he felt her throat muscles vibrate and clench. He pulled all the way out, allowing her a gasping breath before forcing his way back in. Her small pink lips stretched wide as they neared the base. He could feel her exhales caress his balls. He began to thrust, watching the outline of his cock press against the delicate skin of her neck, knowing he was deep down her throat. Each time he felt her start to resist or choke, he would swat her cunny with the riding crop. The sharp painful distraction would allow him to continue his assault on her mouth.

“You are doing so well, Kitten. Papa is so proud of you,” he groaned as he pushed in to the base, her lips crushing against the juncture of his thighs. He knew he was close.

Tossing away the crop, he grasped both of her nipples. Pulling as he ruthlessly pinched and twisted, Penelope’s back arched off the bed, her mouth wide open on a silent scream. His cock swelled to painful proportions before releasing, coating the back of her throat and tongue with his cream.

After pulling out, he stroked her hair and whispered endearments as she choked and gasped for breath.

“Did you like how Papa just used your tiny pink mouth?” he asked, caressing her bruised and swollen bottom lip.

She could not deny that she did. There was something so primal about his forcing his cock into her mouth. It devastated her senses. She could taste, smell and touch him, all while hearing him groan dark promises if she would just opened her mouth a little wider.

“Yes, Papa,” she whispered, her throat sore.

“Good girl. Next time I will straddle your face to fully fuck your mouth. No holding back.”

Penelope felt a jolt of arousal between her legs at his fevered words.

“Now let me kiss this poor, swollen cunny all better.” 

The repeated strokes from the crop had left her entire pussy painfully throbbing and sensitive. He placed soft kisses over the entire area, waiting till her hips raised, signaling her readiness. Pushing his fingers into her snug cunny, he stroked her with his tongue till he tasted her release.

Penelope’s whole body hummed with sated awareness. His breath against her inner thigh. The light brush of his hand on her stomach. Alex placed a fingertip against her pink rosebud.

Penelope groaned, “No more Papa.”

“Hush, little one. I decide when you have had enough.” Reaching for a jar of ointment, he swooped a heavy dollop onto three fingers before fisting his cock. “Now you are going to be a good girl and give Papa your bottom.”

“Please, no! Put it back in my mouth. Please, Papa!”

“Little one, it’s time. Papa needs to possess every part of you.”

Alex placed the head of his cock against her tiny puckered hole. Pushing past her resisting sensitive ring, he slid in deep, with one thrust he was fully seated in her tight back passage.

“It feels too full,” she whined, shifting her hips.

“It’s meant to feel full. I want you to feel me deep inside your body. I want you to drift off to sleep tonight with a pulsing ache between your thighs…with the lingering taste of my cock in your mouth…the phantom feel of it still stretching your bottom and know, when you awake, it will be to your small cunny straining to accept my cock once more,” he said through clenched teeth as his thrusts became more forceful.    

“Yes, Papa.”

Six months later…

“Here kitty, kitty,” chanted Alex as he prowled around the bedroom, dressed only in black trousers.

He heard a soft meow from a dark corner. He moved to sit on the sofa by the fire, unbuttoning his trousers he pulled out his engorged cock.

“If you crawl to me like a good little kitty, Papa will give you some cream,” he called out to the quiet room. He heard a small giggle and the shuffle of movement. Stroking his wide shaft, he waited.

The firelight caught her pale, glowing skin as she slowly crawled on all fours towards him. She swished her hips, showing off her furry tail -  a custom-made rectal plug with a gorgeous black mink kitten’s “tail” attached. Penelope loved the deliciously naughty feel of the fur as it brushed against her bottom and upper thighs. She tilted her head to the side, knowing it showed off her matching fur ears and big pink bow.

She could see Papa’s eyes light with desire. Penelope gave him another soft ‘meow’ as she playfully pawed at his trouser leg. The tinkling bell song of her charm bracelet filling the room. The sound of his ownership. 

“I do love you, my sweet little one.”

“I love you, too,” she said shyly.

“Does kitty want a lick?”

She nodded, lifting up on her knees.

He cupped her cheek, “Well then, open your mouth.”

“Oh, Papa,” she mewed before dutifully obeying.