Penelope's Punishment (9 page)

He inspected her little rosebud which was clenched tight with fear. He marveled at how very tiny she was, remembering how forcefully her cunny clutched his finger and knowing her back passage would be even tighter. It would take a great deal of anal training before she would be able to accept his cock there. It was fortunate then that she chose to rebel. It allowed him the opportunity to start her training early.  

      He pushed open the lid of the wooden box next to him. It was filled with a selection of various rectal plugs and dildos as well as an assortment of ointments - some pleasurable, some punitive. He selected a narrow glass tube notched with inch marks. It was about twelve inches long, smooth and round and only slightly wider than the thermometer he had used on her the night they met. He dipped just the tip into a jar of ointment.

Penelope could hear the rustle and clink of objects being jostled around but had no way of knowing what was about to occur.

“Now, take a deep breath. I need to measure your capacity before we begin your punishment,” he said, easily holding her cheeks open with one hand. This was not just for her punishment. He wanted to make sure she could safely take all nine inches of his cock up her bottom when the time came.

He pressed the tip of the tube against the center of her tiny back passage. It met with very little resistance despite her best efforts to constrict her muscles. With steady pressure, the tube slipped inside her bottom several inches. Penelope sucked in a breath and tensed but at least for the moment, kept dutifully quiet. Alex gave the probe a small twist before he pushed it in deeper than the thermometer had been. She started to whimper and squirm.

“Steady, Kitten,” he said as he nudged the probe past five inches.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she cried as she strained to get away from the foreign object by shifting on to her toes and shimmying her bottom. “Take it out, please!” It was causing a sharp, uncomfortable pain.

“As adorable as your little bottom looks wiggling around like that I need you to keep still. Don’t make me spank you again.”

Penelope instantly stilled.

“Good girl. You’re learning.”

He had to press harder to get past the five inches as her body started to fight him. Alex twisted his wrist and thrust the tube forward another three inches. Penelope yelped and started to cry as her stomach cramped painfully.

“You’ve killed me!” she sobbed.

“You are far too precious to me, Kitten,” he soothed. “It is merely your bottom fighting my dominance but it and you will soon learn to submit. Now, just one more inch.” 

He gave the probe a final push, both proud and satisfied when her bottom took the full nine inches. Penelope quietly sobbed, feeling both pain and humiliation as her insides cramped around the long, intrusive probe. She was greatly relieved when he pulled the offending object free.

“Now, I’m ready to begin your punishment,” he said, selecting a slender dildo from the wooden box.

“No, no, please, that was enough!”

“Only I decide when you have had enough,” he said as he patted her sore bottom as if she were truly a kitten. He knew this first punishment was crucial. Only a show of strength and domination would convince her he was just the man to take on her wild ways and win. Whether she thought she needed a strong man in her life was irreverent.

Applying a more liberal amount of ointment on an inch wide, wooden dildo, he once again parted her cheeks at the top with his large left hand as he pressed the tip against her forbidden hole with his right. If this were a submission training session, he would ease the way with a lubricated finger. As this was a punishment, she would get no such consideration.

Penelope knew something was wrong the moment the object pressed against her hidden entrance. She stretched her neck around, desperate to see what he was forcing on her body, but the leather restraints would not allow it.

Alex swirled the tip over her puckered hole, coating it with a sheen of ointment, watching as it trembled and clamped. He slowly twisted the dildo as he pushed it into her body. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first but weakened under pressure.   

“It is too big! My body is tearing!” she cried.

“Hush, you will be taking a far larger plug up your bottom before this punishment is through,” he chastised before twisting and pushing the dildo into her bottom further.

Penelope could feel her back passage spasm around the object he was forcing deep into her body, with each inch there was another sharp pain as she struggled to adjust.

Alex gave another push, watching as her bottom hole opened to reluctantly accept more of the wooden dildo, his cock hardening at the site. “Stop fighting it. This is going up your bottom whether you like it or not.”

“But it hurts,” sniffed Penelope as she shifted her hips.

“Perhaps you will think of that the next time you want to be foolishly stubborn,” responded Alex. Her bottom had taken seven inches of the dildo. Grasping the end, he gave it a full twist inside her body. Penelope yelped and moved up onto her toes in a fruitless effort to avoid the pain.

“What is my name, Penelope?”

“What?” she asked, focusing more on the soreness of her bottom inside and out than his words.

“My. Name,” he growled as he twisted the dildo in another inch, slowly screwing it into her tight passage.

“Papa,” she shouted. “You’re Papa.”

“Good girl. Now ask Papa nicely to remove the dildo from your bottom.”

“Please take it out,” she moaned.

“Ah, ah, ahhh…that is not what you were told to ask.”

“Please…Papa…please take the…the dildo…out of my…my bottom,” stuttered Penelope.

“Good girl.” Alex carefully removed the dildo. Just for good measure, he lightly blew on her now opened hole.

Penelope’s cheeks flushed with shame. She could feel his breath
inside
of her!  Desperately, she scrunched her back muscles, but to no avail. She felt open, exposed.

“Do you need another spanking to be reminded to behave?”

“No, Papa,” she sniffed.

“Good girl. You are almost done. I am going to give you something to remind you of this first punishment. I want you to think about what your rash actions have cost you long after your cute cheeks stop stinging. I am going to put a nice big plug up your bottom.”

Before he could get any further, Penelope protested, “No. No. Please, I don’t want anything else in my bottom!”

“You don’t have a choice, little one. You need this punishment, more than you know.” 

    Alex selected a clear glass plug. He opened a jar of menthol infused ointment. It would provide a harmless burning sensation that would enhance the punishment. Preparing the plug with a liberal coating of ointment, he placed a restraining hand on Penelope’s lower back.

“Arch your back like a good little kitten and push out that sassy bottom of yours,” instructed Alex as he applied pressure to her back. Penelope whimpered but obeyed.

“Papa, is going to put a plug deep inside of you. It is going to stay there all night to remind you to be good from now on.”

“Does it have to be all night?” asked a sobbing Penelope.

“Yes, little one,” replied Alex as he placed the tapered tip of the plug just inside her already opened bottom hole.

At first it felt like the dildo he had just used on her but it quickly became much wider. Penelope squirmed as the plug began to stretch her entrance beyond what she had previously endured. Pausing, Alex swirled the plug in a slow, circular motion. The skin around her bottom hole turned pink as it overextended to accommodate the larger plug.

“It hurts! It’s too much,” cried Penelope. It felt like he was forcing a ball into her body.

Ignoring her pleas, Alex continued to force the plug up her reluctant back passage, knowing as soon it reached the extremely sensitive inner flesh, she would start to feel the burn of the menthol. Already past the tapered tip, the wide bulbous portion, which was at least an inch and half round, now pressed against her rosebud. Alex pressed hard on her lower back, forcing her bottom up further and opening her up. At that same moment, he thrust the plug in deep.

Penelope screamed in agony. The sharp, intense pain would have brought her to her knees had she not been restrained. She could not stop her muscles from tensing around the object, which only made it worse. It was then she felt a warm, burning sensation deep within her passage. The more she clenched from the torment the worse it burned. Too frightened and in too much pain to even make a sound, she opened her mouth in a silent scream. 

Alex stroked her back and bottom in caressing circles. The heat from her strapping still radiating off her poor reddened cheeks.

“Breathe through the pain, Kitten,”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” she wailed, as the burning became more intense.

“I know it is hard for you to understand, but I am doing this because I care for you.”

Alex knew that was putting it mildly. What he felt for his little one was bordering on obsession. She had awoken in him a fierce, primitive need to both protect and dominate. He instinctively knew she would only respond to shows of force and strength. Punishing her was the only way to curb her wild disobedience, the only way to keep her safe.

“It burns,” she whimpered.

“It will only burn for a little while longer and will do no lasting damage.”

Releasing her from the restraints, Alex wrapped a limp Penelope in a warm blanket, set by the fire for just this purpose, and settled her on his lap. She squirmed the moment her tortured bottom hit his lap, but he tightened his embrace and she quieted down.

Penelope cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back whispering endearments into her ear. After what felt like an eternity, the deep burning sensation ebbed leaving her with a throbbing fullness. It was then she became aware of his erection pressing under her upper thigh.

Alex looked into her beautiful green eyes, shrouded with worry and pain. “There is no need to fret, Kitten. I have no intention of claiming your virginity till we are dutifully wed.”

Penelope once more relaxed against his shoulder. He gloried in the sign of trust this action showed. She may hate him for the discipline he inflicted on her, but she trusted him at his word. For someone who has led a life of harsh survival, that was a big leap of faith. He understood and cherished her gesture. Once more he reined in his desire to sink his cock into her tight welcoming warmth; she was worth the wait. Fortunately, he would not have to wait long, he thought with a smile.

Awakening

Penelope awakened slowly. She moved to rub the sleep from her eyes, but quickly realized her arms were restrained. Thick leather cuffs similar to the ones that restrained her to the punishment bench the night before, now encircled each wrist, securing them to the headboard. At the unwanted reminder of the previous night, Penelope became aware of her naked body. Moving her hips and stretching her legs, she felt only a slight sting and pull along the skin of her bottom cheeks and upper thighs. The plug in her bottom no longer throbbed painfully. It was now more of a dull, aching fullness, her body having accommodated the intrusive object.

“I see my little charge is finally awake.”

The cheery voice resonated from across the room. Penelope looked around the girlish nursery, taking in the soft pale pinks and white lace. She’d been too frightened and alarmed the day before to truly take in her surroundings. Now she saw the shelves filled with dolls and stuffed animals. A small white table and chairs sat in front of the fireplace, a delicate tea tray decorated with yellow and blue flowers on top. Gold-framed pictures depicting fairies in enchanted woods adorned the walls. The harsh light of the morning sun filtered through delicate lace curtains.

The woman she’d been told to call ‘Nanny’ fussed with her covers, after pulling the bell pull to summon a servant. She recognized the maid who came to the door as the one who held her down during her embarrassing enema cleansing.

“Tell his lordship that his little one is awake and tell Cook we are ready for her morning bottle,” instructed Nanny. With a bob and curtsy the maid left.

“Your Papa has been waiting all morning for you to wake up, sleepyhead,” Nanny gently chided as she brushed Penelope’s curly hair out of her eyes.

Penelope stubbornly tilted her head away. “Release me,” she ordered.

“That is for your Papa to do.”

Nanny ignored Penelope’s string of curses and threats as she busied herself straightening the nursery. After several minutes, Rose returned with a prepared tray from Cook.

Moments later, Alex entered the room and the air immediately became charged with masculine energy. He was wearing a richly embroidered dressing robe over black trousers. Penelope could see glimpses of his heavily muscled chest, dusted with black hair. From his scowl, she knew he heard her inappropriate language. She felt her whole body flush as his gaze took in her exposed breasts and stomach. She looked down at his fisted hands. The memory of those same strong hands inflicting both pain and comfort made her heart race.

With her arms restrained over her head, she looked like a pagan offering, thought Alex. He could feel his groin tighten with an almost overwhelming need to claim her for his own. Soon.

Refusing to give in to the intensity of his gaze, she obstinately raised her chin. “Release me,” she demanded with more bravado than she felt.

Alex chuckled. Even after her harsh punishment, she still fought him. He loved her spirit. She was the perfect little one for him. He walked towards her with a fluid grace she could not help but admire. Without breaking eye contact, he ordered Nanny and Rose out of the room. “Leave us.”

Penelope closed her eyes against the rush of wanton heat as she felt the warmth of his hand close around her small wrist, releasing the buckle on the leather cuff. The moment she was free, Penelope sat up in bed, clutching the bed covers over her naked breasts. Waiting till Alex turned his back to retrieve something from the tray Rose brought in, Penelope shifted onto her side, reaching between her bottom cheeks to feel for the handle of the hated plug.

Without even turning around, Alex growled a warning. “Touch that plug and earn a spanking.”

Penelope responded to the force and authority in his voice by immediately righting herself and clutching the blanket harder.

Alex approached the bed, holding a glass baby bottle. Penelope scooted away till her back hit the headboard, shaking her head ‘no’.

“You need nourishment, little one. You will drink this whole bottle like a good girl.” 

“No! I’m not a baby!” she shouted.

Taking in the tops of her full breasts peaking above the blanket and landing on her cute, cupid bow lips, Alex smiled. “I am well aware you are not a baby, Kitten. Treating you as if you were is how I choose to care for and protect you. Now, you can either drink or I can remove the plug and replace it with this bottle.”

Penelope’s eyes widened at the threatened punishment. She bowed her head, all thought of rebellion gone.

“Good girl. Now come on to Papa’s lap.” Alex picked her up, blanket and all, and carried her over to large, rocking chair placed by a sunny window.      

He often cuddled her on his lap wrapped in a blanket. Penelope was honest enough with herself to admit she loved it. Enclosed in his strong arms, she felt warm and safe, all the horrors of scratching out a meager existence on the streets faded away.

He raised the bottle to her lips, “Open your mouth, little one.” Penelope reluctantly obeyed, pulling the large rubber tip into her mouth. “Suck hard,” he ordered. She sucked on the nipple, pulling the warm, sweet milk onto her tongue. Penelope closed her eyes in pleasure. Sweets were a rarity in her life and she relished in the sugary taste.

Gently rocking, Alex stared down at her serene, beautiful face. Watching as her pink lips moved over the tip of the bottle, he could easily imagine his cock in its place as he anticipated the moment her tongue was coated with his own cream. He stroked her soft cheek with his free hand, humming a nursery tune as she dutifully drank her whole bottle.

“That’s my good girl. Now Papa gets to reward you.” Alex set the bottle aside and pulled down the blanket covering her naked form. Penelope shivered as the cold air struck her heated skin. With a whimper, she tried to cover her breasts. Alex sent her a warning look before pulling her arms away and placing them at her side. He ran the tip of one finger over the swell of her breast, circling her erect nipple. Penelope gasped as he cupped the underside of her breast, testing its weight. He then ran a palm over her flat stomach until her reached her cunny.

Penelope tried to keep her thighs tightly closed but he easily forced four fingers between them.

Caressing the smooth, freshly waxed skin, Alex whispered into her ear, “I love how soft and smooth your cunny feels.” He moved all four fingers back and forth over the highly sensitized skin. “I can’t wait to taste you here.” Alex pressed his hand against her mound as Penelope’s shocked gaze met his own. In her astonishment, she unlocked her thighs. Alex pushed two fingers past the seam of her cunny, seeking her heat.

“Yes, little one. I will use the tip of my tongue to taste your sweet cream here and here.”  He ran his fingers over her clit, then moved them to push just past her snug entrance. Penelope grasped his wrist, not sure if she was trying to pull him away or push his fingers in further. She moaned as he made the decision for her, forcing both middle fingers inside. Her head fell back over his supporting arm as he began to thrust his fingers deep into her cunny. Keeping up a steady rhythm, he occasionally swiped his thumb across her hidden bundle of nerves, sending Penelope’s hips shooting up, pressing against his hand.

He whispered into her ear all the dark, erotic things he was going to do to her body as his fingers increased their rhythm. Penelope felt light-headed as her breathing matched his thrusting fingers.

“Cum for Papa,” he moaned against her neck as he hooked his fingers, dragging them along the top of her cunny. Pulling his fingers out, he then grabbed the handle of the plug that was secured deep in her bottom, giving it a twist. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much. Penelope screamed her release. Through half-closed eyes, she watched as he pulled both fingers deep into his mouth, tasting her cream. He cuddled her close till he heard her breathing return to normal. Rising, he gently placed a sated Penelope back on her bed.

Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he said, “I will see you later at our wedding.” Before she had a chance to react, he walked away. Pausing in the doorway for one last look, Alex gave her a stern warning. “Oh and Kitten, I heard your language earlier. This is your final warning. Curb your tongue. You will not like the punishment you receive should I hear you are using that guttural slang as a weapon again.” 

Penelope blushed hotly, hating how his words affected her, giving both pleasure and pain. She waited till he left the room, before raising her chin stubbornly. We will see about that, she thought.