Penelope's Punishment (4 page)

“Just some simple fare,” Alex explained. “We do not want to harm your tummy with too much rich food too soon.” Penelope could not believe he was referring to this feast as simple fare. There was some kind of savory stew, with crusty bread, a crock of actual butter and peas in a mint cream sauce. Penelope’s mouth watered in anticipation. She began to wriggle in her blanket trying to free her arms.

“Settle down, little one. I will be feeding you.”

Penelope was not sure how she felt about him feeding her like a child, but she worried that if she argued he may take the food away. Plus, if she were honest with herself, she felt warm and cozy nestled in the blanket on his lap.

He raised a spoon to her mouth. “Open your mouth, Kitten.”

She reluctantly obeyed, the lure of a hot meal too strong to resist. Penelope groaned at the salty, rich flavor of the beef stew. This was heaven.

The Maids

After seeing to his lordship, Charles Smither returned to his suite of rooms. They were far more opulent then any self-respecting butler would allow, but given his long-standing friendship with his lordship not unexpected. He enjoyed a parlor with a small fireplace, a bedchamber with a generous size bed and even his own private bathing chamber. By far, the bathing chamber was the most extravagant luxury, but when his lordship added the hot and cold water pipes to the house he’d insisted.

Charles shed his coat and waistcoat while kicking off his shoes. He poured himself a small sherry, a gift from his lordship last Boxing Day. He was watching the flames from the fire while enjoying his drink when he heard a muffled sound from his bedchamber.

Strolling to the doorway, he took in the sight of his two housemaids, Rose and Daisy, naked and bound together on his bed.

“Don’t worry my beauties,” he chuckled as he put down his glass and began to unbutton his cuffs. “Sir did not forget about you.”

Rose’s arms were raised and bound to the headboard. The bindings stretched from her wrists to behind her back to circle in front around each full breast, causing her erect nipples to appear engorged and strained. The bindings continued down her flat stomach to part on either side of her cunny, pulling her inner thighs apart before securing somewhere underneath the bed frame. A long piece of red silk nestled between her teeth, gagging her.

Daisy knelt between Rose’s thighs, her mouth forced against Rose’s cunny. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back.

“Well, my dear Rose. Is our Daisy doing a good job?”

Rose’s eyes rolled back as she attempted to clench her thighs around Daisy’s head. Charles pinched an already painfully engorged nipple, sending Rose over the edge. She screamed her release.

Daisy raised her head. Her lips glistened with Rose’s cream as she smiled. “Hello, Sir.”

“Hello, my sweet Daisy.” Charles smiled in return. “Let’s see if you have been having almost as much fun as Rose.” He reached between her legs to stroke her cunny. “Nice and wet, just like Sir demands.” Charles moved to partially untie Rose. He positioned her feet on the ground while she was bent at the waist over the bed. Rose groaned through her gag as the position forced weight onto her tied breasts and the bedcover brushed her sensitive nipples.

“Open your legs wider, Rose,” said Charles as he gave her ass a quick smack. He then positioned Daisy, who was still on her knees on top of the bed, to lay partially across Rose’s lower back to his left. Daisy’s mouth hovered just over the top of Rose’s dimpled butt cheek. Charles cupped Daisy’s chin and raised her head to look at him.

“I want you to be a good girl and keep this pretty mouth open nice and wide. I’m going to fuck Rose’s waiting cunny but I’m also going to thrust into your mouth.”

“But, Sir…”

“No excuses, Daisy. You were going to have to learn to take my cock into your mouth eventually. This way you can do it with the familiar taste of Rose’s cream on your tongue.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Charles gave Rose’s upturned bottom a few spanks to warm her up. He loved to see her stretch up onto her toes, silently begging for more. Daisy could feel the vibrations of each blow through her cheek as it pressed to Rose’s lower back. When Rose’s bottom had a glow that matched her name, Charles was ready. Grasping a globe in each hand, he forced her cheeks open. He could see the little pink star burst around her rosebud and the faint glisten on her smoothly shaved pussy. He thrust his hips forward, placing the head of his cock at her ready entrance. While Charles was a respectable eight inches long, it was his girth that intimated most woman. At close to three inches around, it took some effort to push inside their tight bodies. Rose had been servicing him as part of her duties for close to a year now, and she still had to strain to accommodate him.

Keeping a firm grasp on her buttocks, he forced the crown of his cock into her tight pussy. He could hear a muffled groan from Rose as her body stretched to take him in. Feeling ripples of sensation as the muscles of her cunny wall clenched and unclenched, Charles slowly pushed forward.

Rose fisted the bed covers and screamed through her gag. His cock widened as it neared the base so the further he pushed in, the wider he spread her pussy entrance. She breathed heavily through her nose as she adjusted to the pain and the pleasure of feeling so full. Charles kept up the pressure till he was fully seated deep inside her. Releasing Rose’s right buttock, Charles pulled the bow behind her head, unfastening her gag.

“Oh, god, Sir. I feel so stretched!” she exclaimed.

Charles placed the pad of his thumb over her back entrance and gently pushed.

“Oh, please, please don’t, Sir,” begged Rose. “I can’t take both. I’m too full.”

Charles gave her a stinging slap to her buttock before placing his thumb once again to her rosebud. “You will take what I tell you to take, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Charles put pressure on his thumb till it popped through her tight anal ring. Forcing it in to the base, he curled his thumb and pulled upward.

“Stop! It hurts!”

“Work with the pain, Rose.”

He continued to force his thumb upward, obscenely stretching her small back hole. It was in that moment he started to move. He pulled back his hips until only the tip rested at her entrance before quickly slamming back into the hot, welcoming passage.

After several long strokes, he said to Daisy, “Your turn.” He pulled out of Rose, taking a moment to admire how her pussy entrance stayed stretched open before turning his attention to the other maid.

Daisy whimpered as he used his left hand to grasp her by the back of the head. “Don’t close your lips around me or try to suck. I’m going to use your mouth like a hole. Just keep it open nice and wide,” he ordered.

Daisy tried to nod yes but his grip on the back of her head prevented the movement. He gave her only a moment to adjust to the feel of his cock head brushing her lips before ruthlessly shoving straight to the back of her throat. Daisy gagged as she tried to accept the intrusion. It felt like the corners of her lips would split as she stretched her mouth as wide as she could to take him in. She could feel him pushing the back of her head, forcing her further onto his length. She started to choke as he pulled out.

“Good girl.”

Charles once again plunged into Rose’s waiting cunny, and she squealed at the sudden onslaught. After several thrusts he pulled out and plunged deep into Daisy’s throat. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she choked, trying to breathe through her nose like she had been told. Charles released the back of her head to grip Rose’s hips. He rammed into her tight passage nearing completion. When he felt the rush coming, he called out to Daisy.

“Keep your mouth open, baby. I have a treat for you.”

He pulled out of Rose and gripped his cock, pumping his hand along the thick length he positioned it in front of Daisy’s mouth. He watched as his cum coated her cute, pink tongue.

“Now, Rose. Kiss Daisy for being such a good girl.”

Rose moved from her prone position on the bed to lean over Daisy. She kissed Daisy’s open mouth, sweeping her tongue in to taste Sir’s cream.

“That’s my darling Rose,” said Charles as he caressed her back. “Now, let’s loosen both your bindings so Rose and I can take turns licking Daisy’s cunny.”

Daisy smiled. She was a new housemaid in his lordship’s household. So far this was the best service position she had ever held.
 

Bedtime

Penelope rested her head against Alex’s shoulder. After a bath and the hot meal she was falling asleep. The fire had dried her hair to a riot of soft, coppery curls. Alex pulled on a single curl, watching it bounce as he let go. He could not wait to see cute silk bows tied into her hair. She would look like the most adorable little sprite. She would probably want to grow her hair out, but he was going to make sure she kept it short and pixie-like.

He carefully rose and carried her over to the turned down bed. Penelope felt like she was sinking into a fluffy cloud as he placed her into the center of the mattress.

“I will be right back, Kitten. I need to get a few things from the next room,” said Alex in a hushed whisper. She was so lost in a cocoon of warmth and downy softness that what he said barely registered to her tired mind. She was so very exhausted, and could not remember the last time she had slept in any bed let alone one this fine.

Alex returned with the supplies he needed. He tugged on the ends of the blanket to unwrap her swaddling. As the blanket spread open, it revealed pale skin with a soft pink flush. His eyes skimmed over her full breasts and slim hips.

As if awakening from a trance, Penelope bolted upright. She wrapped her arms across her breasts and tried to shield her cunny by crossing her legs.

“Please don’t…don’t…” She could not form the words.

“Hush, little one. You are safe from me this eve. For now I just want to tend to you,” Alex said in a coaxing tone as he took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back down into the soft bedding. Penelope whimpered in fright but obeyed, cowed by his superior strength as he loomed over her.

He turned his attention to a glass jar on the bedside table. When he released the cork, there was an astringent herbal scent. “This is an arnica ointment,” he said by way of explanation. “It will help heal the bruise.”

Penelope was touched by his show of kindness. Dipping two fingers into the ointment, Alex moved his hand to the underside of her left breast. As lightly as possible, he rubbed the ointment into the nasty bruise. She gritted her teeth against the pain, but the discomfort quickly receded and she was aware then of only his touch, the feel of his warm fingertips gently caressing her skin. When her nipples puckered in arousal, she flushed with embarrassment and raised her left arm to cover herself.

Alex quickly grasped her wrist and raised her arm above her head. The movement caused her back to arch, slightly pushing her breasts out. Penelope felt a frisson of fear and excitement as his powerful body held her down.

Alex kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly lowered his head. She watched in fascination as he licked his lips before pulling her nipple into his mouth. Penelope could feel the delicate pressure as he gently bit down through his lips. She gave into the urge and delved her fingers into his soft, wavy hair with her free hand pushing his head down against her exposed breast.

Alex reveled in her response, and wanted to test it further. Running his hand over her flat stomach, he cupped her right breast as he continued to bite and suckled the left. He rolled the erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger before pinching it. Her mouth opened on a gasp as her eyes glazed over with passion, the sharp bite of pain increasing her awareness of him.

Alex knew she could feel his cock straining against his trousers as it pressed against her naked thigh. Reluctantly he opened his mouth to release the little pink nub as he leaned back. Her hand released its hold on his hair, grazing his shoulder before falling back onto the bed covers by her side. He gave her nipple another pinch, this time harder, feeling her whole body tremble as her beautiful eyes opened wide with newfound arousal.

It took all his willpower not to sink his cock into her welcoming tight heat. He needed to be inside of her like he needed to breathe. He could not recall ever wanting to possess a woman with such intensity. But just as the men in his family had believed for generations that a woman’s innocent nature should be protected and preserved through the submission that came from treating them like little girls, they also believed in the sanctity of marriage. The moment he took her virginity would be the moment she became his, in front of God and man, on their wedding night.

“Soon, my sweet, little Kitten.” His eyes promised even more than his words. He resumed rubbing the ointment onto her bruise.

Penelope’s mind raced with a riot of emotions. What was she doing? She knew this man was dangerous from the moment she laid eyes on him. She just didn’t know how dangerous. She couldn’t believe she was lying naked in his bed, allowing him to touch her with such familiarity. And she was confused. He had every opportunity to take full advantage of her, and yet he was restraining himself from doing so. Penelope had grown up with very little kindness or care in her life, even when her mother was alive. She needed to get away from him before she fell any further under his spell. She didn’t trust kindness. Kindness was an illusion.

When the ointment was rubbed into her skin to his satisfaction, he instructed her to turn over onto her stomach.

Given the confused nature of her thoughts, Penelope resisted. “Why?” she asked, sitting up and grabbing a corner of the blanket for cover.

Alex sighed, not wanting to fight her. “You are going to need to learn to obey me without question, Penelope,” he warned.

At that moment, Penelope didn’t think she had to obey him in anything, so she used the only defense really open to her…her mouth.

“You’ve been a right nice toff, and I don’t think you hold a candle to the devil no more but just cause you gave me some hot stew to eat don’t make a difference. I’m no dollymop!”

Alex ran his hand down his face in frustration. The more she disobeyed him the stronger he felt the impulse to bend her to his demands, and he knew where that would lead.

“I am going to ask you one more time to roll onto your stomach like a good girl.”

“Sod off.”

Penelope had a moment of triumph when Alex rose and stomped off into the bathing chamber. But it was was short lived when he returned seconds later with a large wooden hairbrush in his hand. She had no doubts what he planned to do with it. Screeching, she dove for the other side of the bed, but he easily grabbed hold of her ankle. Despite her kicks and struggles, he placed her resisting naked form over his lap. Taking a fistful of her short, curly locks in his hand, he forced her upper body to stop moving.

“Be still!” he yelled over her protestations. “If I have to blister your bottom every hour on the hour till you obey me, so help me I will. You will learn discipline,” he added, giving her locks another pull, forcing her back to arch and her bottom to push out.

Penelope started when she felt the cool, polished surface of the hairbrush against her raised bottom cheeks. Alex knew the cold sensation would help her focus on that part of her anatomy right before he warmed it up.

He raised his arm high, before bringing it firmly down with a smack on her right bottom cheek. Penelope howled in pain and surprise. She had been bracing for the same pain as the brief spanking with his hand earlier, but this was far worse. As he continued to alternate smacks on each vulnerable cheek, the painful warmth spread.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, please don’t spank me anymore!” she wretchedly sobbed.

Ignoring her pleas, he watched as her cute bottom jiggled each time the hard wooden surface of the brush made contact. He didn’t stop until her pert cheeks glowed.

Setting her on her feet, between his knees and facing away from him, he calmly asked her the same question he’d asked after her first spanking. “What am I looking at Penelope?”

She knew what answer he wanted but she could not form the words.

“I will give you a hint.” Alex reached out and pinched one red cheek. Penelope jumped and grabbed her abused cheek, trying to rub away the fresh pain the pinch had brought.

“What am I looking at Penelope?” he repeated, fast losing patience.

“My…my…bottom,” she responded through her sniffles and tears.

“What kind of bottom?” Alex continued to push her. It was important she acknowledged her punishment.

“My punished bottom,” she whispered. It was hard to concentrate on his words as waves of stinging heat radiated from her spanked bottom.

“Why were you punished?”

“Because…because I talked back and…and,” she stuttered to a stop.

“And disobeyed me,” finished Alex. “Say it,” he commanded after she remained silent.

“And disobeyed you,” she said through fresh tears.

He turned her around to face him. “That’s my good girl.” Cupping her face, he brushed away the tears from her flushed cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Now, I want you to go over to the bed, lay down on your tummy and spread open your bottom cheeks.”

He could see the fear and wariness leap into the green depths of her eyes. He held his breath, waiting to see if she would obey him. Alex could see her struggling with his command.

Slowly Penelope turned toward the bed. With a mournful glance at him over her shoulder, she reluctantly climbed up.

“On your tummy.”

Penelope obeyed, stretching out and placing her face against the bed covers. Alex rose to stand over her. “Now pull open your bottom cheeks with your hands.”

“Please, I…I…” Penelope started to cry.

“Hush, little one.” Alex caressed her back in comforting circles. “I only wish to take your temperature. I need to assure myself that you have not taken ill from your lack of proper diet and exposure to the elements. I would not want you to develop a high fever while under my care. Now do as you are told.”

Penelope reached back and grabbed a cheek in each small hand. The freshly spanked skin felt hot to the touch as she gingerly pulled on each buttock.

“Wider, little one.”

Penelope tearfully obeyed, pulling till Alex could clearly see her small pink rosebud peeking out at him. He could also see a faint glisten on her pussy lips. He placed two fingers between her legs and gently ran them along the seam. His little Kitten was aroused. He instinctively knew it was not just from his sucking on her nipples. She may not be a natural submissive, but it was obvious to him that her body responded to a little bit of pain mixed with pleasure.

Penelope nervously shifted on the bed as she felt his fingers explore her secret place.

“Settle down. I am going to use some of your own cream to help me take your temperature.” Alex rubbed his thumb between her pussy lips, pressing against her clit. Penelope let out a strangled gasp as she tried desperately to keep still, not wanting to earn another spanking.

Once his thumb was coated with her cream, he shifted positions. Pressing his other hand onto her lower back to keep her still, he then rubbed his thumb across the puckered surface of her back passage while keeping the side of his forefinger along the seam of her cunny. Penelope gave a yelp and tried to sit up, letting go of her bottom. Her warm cheeks closed over his hand, trapping it against her clit.

“Grab those cheeks and spread them open for me little girl before you get another spanking,” he said sternly.

Penelope once more laid her cheek against the bed covers and reached back to pull open her bottom. Once she complied, Alex swirled the pad of his thumb over her rosebud, watching as it twitched and clenched. Once it gleamed with her own cream, he relented. Leaning over, he grabbed the long glass thermometer from the side table.

“You are going to feel some pressure as I push the tip of the thermometer into your bottom,” he warned her. “Try to relax.”

Once more pressing down onto her lower back, he placed the cold tip against her tight opening. Penelope whimpered. Regardless of his warning, her body still naturally tried to prevent the object from pushing inside of her. It lost the battle as she felt the tight band of muscle give way to the unrelenting push of the thermometer.

The sensation of having the long, cold object force itself deep inside her body was too much to bear. She began to beg. “Please take it out. Please! I promise I’ll be good. I won’t talk back. I promise.”

“Hush. This is not a punishment, little one. This is for your own health.”

“But I hate it. It feels strange. I hate it,” she cried.

Alex knew that before long she would be taking much larger objects up her bottom but did not think this was the time to mention that to her.

He continued to stroke her back as he allowed her to release her bottom cheeks. “It is almost over. We just need to leave it there for a few minutes to get an accurate reading,” he said as he gave the thermometer a quick twist to make sure it was securely up her bottom.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally removed the thermometer. Penelope gave a sigh of relief.

“Just as I suspected. You have a slight fever, but nothing a good night’s rest and a few hot meals should not correct.” He gave her sore bottom a soft pat. “You can roll back over now.”

When she was on her back, he tucked the covers up high under her chin. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he said “I want you to sleep now. If you need anything I will be right over there.” He gestured to the sofa by the fire.

“Why are you being so nice to me, a thief?” she asked with suspicion, her voice husky with sleep.