Disciplining the Maid (5 page)

"Shhh....calm down, little one," Rand said, as he smoothed Lily's hair back and gently kissed the corners of her lips where the gag had left angry red marks.  The heat radiating from her punished bottom radiated to his cock through his trousers.  "Your punishment is over.  Now you get to show Papa how obedient you can be."

Rand rose and gently placed her on her stomach.  He then grabbed Lily's hips and raised them, forcing her up on her knees with her shoulders and head pressed against the bedcovers.  The movement brought another groan of pain from Lily as the swollen and red skin across her bottom stretched from the exposed position.  She then felt him beside her once more and without a word of warning, he placed a fresh strip of petticoat across her eyes, plunging her into darkness. 

Leaning over her from behind, Rand wrapped a hand around Lily's throat and whispered into her ear, "You're mine.  Submit to me and I will make you whole."  He bit her earlobe then licked the small wound before releasing her. 

Lily knew in that moment, he was her salvation - that submitting to his will had strengthened, not weakened her.  Before him she had no identity; she was just a faceless maid without even a true name.  She became Lily through his eyes, his strength,
his intensity.  

She could hear him moving about the room, opening a glass jar and rummaging through a wooden box. 

"Lily, I want you to reach back and open your cheeks,” he instructed.

Lily reached back, very gingerly grasping her burning cheeks to pull them apart. She knew what he wanted would be painful, but she would endure, for him.

Seeing her supplicated before him, her reddened cheeks grasped in her own small hands with her tiny puckered hole exposed and quivering as she shook with resigned sobs, Rand felt a primal need to protect and master.  He had to restrain himself from plunging his cock deep into her unprepared bottom that very moment.  He wanted her complete submission, to feel her strain to accept his cock - to take the pain, to offer it to him, to submit.  He knew that waiting would only increase both of their pleasure.

Rand pulled his cock from his trousers and grasped the thick shaft with his right hand.  He placed his left hand on Lily's lower back with his thumb just grazing the edge of her puckered hole.  He pressed on that soft skin at the top of her cleft, watching as her rosebud stretched slightly open.  He moved his hand over his shaft in rough, hard strokes.

"Lily, baby, I want you to stay just as you are while Papa admires your sweet, little bottom." He lengthened his strokes, palming the head of his cock and squeezing hard before working his fist down the length to his balls.  He watched Lily shift her hips and whimper as she struggled to hold her heated cheeks open for him.  He increased the rhythm of his strokes until he felt his balls tighten with the building pressure of his release.  With a roar, he came against the cleft of her sweet ass, splashing his cum against her open back entrance and lower back. Lily started at the strange sensation of hot, liquid hitting her body.  She turned her head over her shoulder in his direction, seeing nothing through the blindfold. 

"Papa?"

  "Shhh ... baby girl.  Don't speak.  Just feel."

Rand grasped the plug, it was slightly larger than the one this morning.  He swept the tapered end through his warm cum on her lower back.  Lily jolted when he placed the tip over her exposed bottom hole, swirling it around a few times before applying pressure.  She instinctively tried to clench her back passage closed, earning her a stinging slap to her left cheek.

"Open your bottom.  Bear down,” he growled. 

Desperate to please him, Lily did as she was told.  The plug forced its way past her sphincter; as her muscles cramped around the unrelenting object, it felt like it was tearing the delicate skin of her sensitive ring. 

"It's too big.  It's too big....please....Papa...please!"  She was crying, erratically breathing in her pain and distress.  He stroked his warm hand over her bottom cheek, comforting her.

"It is not too big.  Keep bearing down.  Feel it as it pushes in deep." The deep, reassuring tone of his voice offered as much comfort as his hand.  "Watching your little bottom stretch to swallow the plug pleases me."  It pleased him more knowing he was pushing his seed deep into her body, a part of him inside of her. 

"How much more, Papa?"  Lily asked in a small voice.

"Another inch or so
, baby." 

Lily started to cry.  It already felt like it had reached her stomach.  She could not imagine having to take more of the object into her bum.  Papa gave the plug a harsh thrust, and Lily scream
ed as the force of it pushed her into the bedcovers. The plug was now fully seated deep in her bottom.  Rand allowed her to let go of her cheeks and she immediately curled into a ball on her side, moaning in pain. 

Rand sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her cheek and removed the blindfold.  "I'm very proud of you
, little one." 

He stroked down her arm till he grasped Lily's small hand, bringing her thumb to her mouth.  Lily opened her mouth and sucked her thumb in, drawing succor from it as a child would. 

Rand took in her reddened bottom filled with his cum and plug, her tear-streaked cheeks and cute little doll-like mouth sucking on her thumb and knew he had made the right decision.  She was his beautiful, submissive little girl. 

Lily cried herself to sleep when Papa told her the plug would remain in her bottom till morning.  Despite her misery and pain, she knew she would do anything to see the look of warmth and pride in his eyes.  She was his little girl and would do anything to please him. 

Kiss of the Riding Crop

The next morning, Lily was on her knees by his bed, begging sweetly to have the painful plug removed from her bottom. 

She had spent the early morning hours being chastised by Mrs. Oliver and Cook for moving too slowly.  Lily did not dare confess the true cause of her halted movement and was relieved when his Lordship's bedroom bell rang to signal he was ready for his breakfast tray.  She shyly crossed the threshold, her cheeks flaming. 

"On your knees," his Lordship commanded from the bed.  Lily obeyed.

"What is in your bottom right now, little one?"

"A plug."

"Who put it there?"

"You did."

"Who?"

"Papa did."

"Good girl. Tell Papa what it feels like."

"It hurts. It feels really full," Lily tearfully responded. 

"I know it hurts.” His eyes glowed with satisfaction, knowing she was taking the pain to please him and knowing the pain would ultimately transform her.  “Why is Papa stretching your bottom, Lily?"

"Don't make me say it!"

"Tell me."

"So you can put your...your thing...up there."

"Tell me correctly or you will receive a good, hard spanking on your bottom." 

Lily badly wanted to avoid another spanking.  Her bottom cheeks were still sore from his hairbrush discipline last night. "So you can put your cock in my bottom,” she obediently replied, crying in earnest now.  Rand got out of bed and approached her kneeling form, placing two fingers beneath her chin, he forced her head up.

"Papa cannot wait to push his big cock into your little bottom and you are going to let me because you are my good little girl who wants to please me, don't you?"

"Yes, Papa," murmured Lily.

"Bend over the bed and raise your skirts," he commanded.

Lily rose and approached the bed, carefully raising her skirts to expose her naked bottom. 

"Pull your cheeks apart." 

She reached back and gingerly pulled her bottom cheeks open.  Rand smiled to see the plug he had pushed deep into her bottom the night before protruding obscenely from her little buttonhole.  He gave it a few twists, causing Lily to shriek and squirm, and earning her a few quick smacks on the bum.  He gently pulled it out and forced it back into her reddened rosebud several times before finally removing it.  Lily sobbed in relief. 

Placing two fingers into the stretched opening, he asked, "Where are Papa's fingers?"

"In my bottom," sniffed Lily through her mortification.

"Correction, Lily.  This is now my bottom, to use as I please." He moved his fingers in and out of her tortured back passage a few times to make his point.  Lily arched her back and clenched her cheeks in response.  Rand replaced her skirts and allowed her to stand.

“You may return to your duties.  Make sure you tell Mrs. Oliver I want you to bring afternoon tea to my study later today.  I have another surprise for you.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and turned away, dismissing her. 

Lily's morning was spent dusting the upstairs rooms and changing bed linens.  All too soon she was summoned to the kitchen to retrieve his Lordship's tea tray.  She made her way to his study with slow steps, still having mixed emotions about their relationship - if that was what it could be called - and she worried what his next surprise would entail.

"Enter," came the answer at her tentative knock.  Lily walked across the plush carpet and carefully placed the tray on the table in front of the sofa.  She had triple-checked it before leaving the kitchen, and was certain everything was in place.  Standing dutifully quiet and still, with her hands folded in front, she waited.  Rand studied her thoughtfully from behind his desk with ice blue eyes. When he finally spoke, his voice resonated authority through the quiet room.

"Take off all your clothes."

Lily stared at him in horror.  It was the middle of the day!  While she was certain no one would enter the study without Papa's express permission, it did not ease her embarrassment. 

"Please, can I not just bend over and lift my skirts like before?"

"No." 

Lily still hesitated. Unfortunately for her, she hesitated a moment too long.  Rand rounded the desk and stalked towards her, forcing Lily to take several frightened steps back.  Reaching her, he grabbed the front of her dress in two big fistfuls and wrenched downward, tearing it beyond repair.  Ignoring her cries, he continued to rip large swaths of fabric from her body, leaving her uniform in tatters.

Lily was left only in her corset, knee socks and black lace up boots.  She tried covering the tops of her breasts with one arm as she reached for the shredded remains of her dress on the floor with the other.  But Rand’s strong hand clamped around her upper arm and dragged a shrieking Lily across the room. Stopping in front of the fireplace and sitting in one of the upholstered chairs, he positioned her across his lap. 

"When I tell you to do something, you obey me," he sternly admonished.  "Little girls who don't obey earn roasted bottoms."  His large bare hand landed on her vulnerable sit spot with a resonating smack.  Lily wailed in pain as her torso jerked upright, but Lord
Stockton fisted her hair in his right hand to force Lily's head back down as he relentlessly spanked her bottom with bruising efficiency.  With each smack he could feel the heat build as he watched her cheeks start to glow an angry red.  Still he continued.

Lily was in agony. Between her sobs and his unrelenting grasp on her hair forcing her head down, she could barely breathe.  Her bottom was on fire, and each smack of his hand brought a fresh wave of hurt.  She barely registered when the punishment was over and he raised her to stand on shaky legs to stand between his knees. He brushed away her tears and kissed her forehead.

"Why did Papa punish you?"

"Because I disobeyed," Lily answered through hiccupping sobs, her cheeks flushed and wet with tears, her small hands covering her sore bottom.

"Will you be my good little girl for the rest of the afternoon?" 

Lily nodded her head ‘yes’ as she wiped away more tears.

"Very good.  Turn around."  Lily did so without hesitation and felt a tug as Papa unlaced her corset.  When he was finished, he placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.  His challenging look stopped her from raising her arms to shield herself from his gaze. 

"Do not cry out or I will give you another spanking," Papa warned as he reached out to grasp her nipples.  He pinched them between his index finger and thumbs until fresh tears sprung to her eyes.  Lily's small white teeth bit down her lower lip in an effort not to cry out. 

"Good girl." He kissed each tortured nipple.  "You learn quickly.  Now I want you to touch yourself."  He grew quiet, taking in her expression of fearful confusion.  "Reach your fingers down and slide them between the lips of your cute little cunny," he instructed further.  "Now." He leaned back into the plush, softness of the chair, wanting Lily to feel on display for his pleasure.  

Lily timidly reached between her legs, her fingertip grazing her clit. Having once tried to mimic the stirring tingle she felt when Papa touched her there to no avail, she was surprised at the sudden bolt of pleasure she felt now.  His intense presence coupled with the throbbing heated awareness of her lower body sent a flood of sensation coursing through her. 

"Circle the tip of your finger gently over your clit."

Lily closed her eyes and did as he commanded, finding his voice as arousing as the motion of her finger.

"Push your finger deep into your wet heat." He waited till she complied with a gasp before continuing.  "Push a second finger in. That's it, baby.  Pump your fingers in and out of your cunny for Papa."  He pushed the palm of his hand down the front of his trousers against his aroused cock, watching with a hooded gaze as her dew soaked fingers pumped in and out of her tight pussy.  He smiled as he observed Lily's cute, pink tongue darting out and wet her full lips. She was so innocent, and completely without guile. Rand knew one day soon he would be pushing his cock into that sweet, innocent mouth. 

"Come for me, little one.  Come for Papa," his voice beckoned as he reached around and squeezed one heated buttock. 

His nearness, his voice, the sudden sting of his grasp on her bottom, the illicit pleasure of her own fingers between her legs were all too much for Lily.  She came with such intensity that her knees buckled, forcing her to grab onto Papa's strong thighs to prevent her from collapsing on the floor in a sated heap.

Papa reached between her legs and brushed two fingers slowly along her sensitive folds, raising his dew coated fingers to her mouth and lightly brushing them over her lips.  "Open," he whispered as he stared at her glistening lips, and Lily obeyed.  He slid his fingers in deep, forcing Lily to taste her own arousal.  "Never forget - no matter how much you protest, you want and need the discipline I provide." 

Lily could only stare, caught in his mesmerizing gaze as the tip of her tongue flicked across his fingers.  She watched his eyes flare with desire.  What Papa may have done next was interrupted by a knock at the door.  Lily turned horrified eyes to him.

"What?"  Papa called out.

"Madam Grives is here, your Lordship.  Shall I send her in?"  The butler inquired through the closed door, knowing better than to enter without permission.

"Yes," was the curt
answer.  Rand turned his attention back to Lily.  "Madam Grives is here to create a new wardrobe for you.  You are to be a good little girl and do everything she asks."  He rose to greet Madam Grives as the door opened.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Papa said.

"Of course, Lord Stockton.  I am at your disposal,” replied Madam Grives with a small curtsy.  "I see your little one has already needed correction this morning." 

Lily had been trying to make herself invisible during this exchange.  She had waited with her back to the door, shoulders hunched over, in an attempt to make herself even smaller than her already slight frame.

"Lily come here and greet Madam Grives properly," Papa ordered, his brow drawn down at her apparent rudeness.  With her head bowed, Lily slowly turned and made her way to Papa's side, mortified to be naked in front of the strange woman, but fearing Papa's displeasure more. 

"Madam,” Lily said in a small voice, dropping into a proper curtsy.

"I want a full wardrobe," he instructed.  

"Certainly, your Lordship.” Miss
Grives grabbed Lily’s shoulders and pushed her around in circles, surveying her exposed body with a practiced eye. “She is a beauty with a perfect petite frame. Full breasts, slim hips. I'm thinking soft pinks and yellows."

"I will leave the details to you, Madam," Lord
Stockton said with a dismissive wave.  "I want them childish and feminine with easy access for spankings and other activities. I will expect the entire wardrobe delivered by the end of the week." 

Madam nodded her head in agreement.  It was a large order and would take her entire staff of seamstresses many sleepless nights to complete, but she knew Lord
Stockton would pay handsomely.  The entire conversation went over Lily's head, and with the exception of blushing when she heard the word "spankings" she did not register the enormity of what was being discussed on her behalf. 

"Let us get started with the measurements," Madam
Grives suggested in a no-nonsense tone as she reached into the hidden pocket of her full skirt for a tape measure. "Your Lordship, I find that little ones are often reluctant at first to stand still in the positions required and often benefit from their papas’…
encouragement
."

"Say no more Madam
Grives.” His Lordship walked over to his desk and picked up a long, narrow object.  "Lily come here." 

Lily quickly walked to his side, anxious to move away from the strange woman. 

"Do you know what this is?"  he asked, showing her the object. 

She shook her head ‘no’ afraid to speak. 

"This is a riding crop.  This leather tongue on the end is called the keeper and it is going to keep you in line." 

Lily stared at the evil looking instrument in horror.  "Papa, no," she whispered shaking her head and trying to back away.

Lord Stockton grabbed her by the upper arm, halting her progress. "Yes, baby girl,” he said.  “You lack discipline.  Feeling the kiss of this riding crop on those perky titties of yours will remind you to listen to Papa, always."  He watched her soft, brown eyes fill with tears as her cheeks became flushed.  He gently stroked one nipple with the keeper, letting her feel the cool leather against her heated flesh. Rand relished the delicate shiver of fear and anticipation he saw course through her body.  "Madam Grives, I believe we are ready to proceed," he said without taking his eyes off Lily.

Madam
Grives once again grabbed Lily by the shoulders and positioned her in the middle of the room.  She caught the silent communication from his Lordship, knowing he would want to set an example for his little one at the onset.  Madam Grives deliberately made her first position embarrassing and difficult, guaranteeing a swift punishment for the young girl.