The Submission of Little Emmie (5 page)

Papa It Hurts

Like the rest of the house, the bedroom
was imposing. A massive bed with huge, carved oak bedposts dominated the entire room. Upon close inspection, Emmie noted that the designs carved into the posts were dragons. It was terrifying.

"Come on child, don't drag your feet. Your Papa is going to want to make you truly his little girl tonight," Mrs. Pew said as she propelled a frightened
Emmie closer to the bed. 

"Arms up." Without giving
Emmie a choice, the nanny forced her arms up and quickly whipped off her nightgown. Emmie cried out in dismay and desperately tried to cover herself.

"None of that now. Up you go."  The huge bed was so high that petite
Emmie needed help climbing on top of it. Mrs. Pew boosted her up and settled her on her back. 

“Arms up," she said again as she dragged
Emmie's wrists toward the center of the headboard.  Mrs. Pew then secured her charge’s wrists in restraints similar to the ones in the nursery. Emmie whimpered and opened her mouth to form a protest but a warning look from Nanny quickly stifled it.   

"I will be back to collect you when your Papa finishes with you. You may have a long wait until he retires for the night so just lie still like a good little girl and don't cry." With that Mrs. Pew gave her a peck on the forehead and left the room.

The only light in the room came from the fireplace. Otherwise, Emmie was left in complete darkness. Despite her terror of the unknown, sheer exhaustion from her taxing day overtook her, and she eventually fell into a fitful sleep.

Emmie
awoke to the feeling of a warm hand palming her pussy.

“This is mine,” he said, before forcing his middle finger deep inside her unprepared cunny.
Emmie cried out and tried to bring her arms down to protect herself, forgetting for a moment she was still restrained. Lord Burkewood shifted his hand and began to run his thumb over her clit, gently pressing as he swirled his thumb in a clockwise motion. She felt exposed and embarrassed but also warm and lightheaded. The same strange wetness spread between her legs.

His Lordship’s face and body were in shadow, so she felt more than saw him crawl onto the bed. Grabbing each of her ankles,
he forced her knees up, spreading her legs even further. When he spoke his voice sounded gravely and low. 

"Keep your legs spread and do not move them or Papa will be very angry." 

Emmie was so frightened that all she could do was hesitantly nod her head. She held still as his fingers returned to her pussy. Her husband continued to gently rub in swirls and circles, slowly coaxing her arousing moisture. Then he gently pushed his middle finger into the tight passage made slick from her own dew. 

"Papa is going to put his cock into his sweet baby girl's tiny pussy. Do you know what that means?"

Emmie shook her head slowly as tears began to fall down the sides of her cheeks. Having never been completely naked in front of a man, let alone so dreadfully exposed, Emmie was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions of fear and what she would later learn was arousal.

"It means I will put a part of my body deeply into yours,” he explained. “You will feel me inside of you. Owning you. Controlling you. It will be painful, especially at first, but for you this will always be a mixture of pleasure and pain and in time you will learn to crave it - to crave the intense awareness pain brings, followed by the sweet release of pleasure." 

Emmie began to cry in earnest now. She had no idea how he would be inside her but it sounded horrifying. Seeing no need to delay the inevitable, Lord Burkewood crawled up her prone and bound body till his mouth hovered over her generous breasts. She felt his hot breath across her right nipple moments before his wet mouth closed over the peak, causing her to gasp in shock. He sucked harder now, drawing more of the peak into his mouth and scraping the now sensitive edge with his teeth.  Emmie bucked her hips in a futile gesture to dislodge him. He rewarded her effort by clamping down on her throbbing nipple with his teeth.

For the first time since he entered the room,
Emmie finally made a sound. She screamed, and she continued to scream as she began to kick out her legs and thrash her hips from side to side. His relentless grasp eased and he began to lave her nipple with gentle licks.  To move from piercing pain to titillation caused a wave of pleasure that spread from her breast to between her legs. Papa chuckled; it was abundantly obvious that his little one had the perfect temperament. He moved to her left breast.

"Now let's see how you respond when I do the same to this tit."

Emmie started to sob. "Please, don't. I can't take it."

"You will be surprised how much you can take," he murmured cryptically as he once again clamped down on her nipple, and
Emmie once again screamed. After abusing her nipples for a few moments longer, he slowly made his way down her navel to her pretty, shaved pussy, this time forcing two fingers into her virginal passage as he circled her clit with his tongue. Emmie let out a long tortured moan. It felt so wrong - having a man's mouth
there
,
but she was powerless to stop him as shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands grasped at the cords securing her wrist cuffs, her hips rising instinctively, this time trying to push more of her pussy into his mouth. Lord Burkewood responded by grabbing each precious buttock cheek in his hands and raising her higher as he pushed his tongue inside. Emmie was agonized with a swirl of pleasure and pain - pleasure from his tongue and pain as his hands ruthlessly squeezed her bruised bum. 

She held her breath, starting to feel an intense pressure - as if she were racing towards something unknown. Just as she felt her lungs would seize from lack of air, just as the pressure built to its breaking point, Lord
Burkewood began to brutally pump his fingers in and out of her pussy. The combination of sensations was intense and the air rushed out of her lungs in a scream as bright lights burst behind her closed eyelids. As she lay there limp and dizzy, she felt him climb off the bed.

Emmie
peeked through her eyelashes and watched her husband’s silhouetted form in front of the fireplace. He was lighting several tapers, and as he approached the bed with the lit candles she got her first real glimpse of his nude form. His chest looked like a museum marble statue come to life - sculpted with a light dusting of black hair. Of their own volition her eyes traveled down past his abdomen to the appendage jutting from a nest of black curls. It looked to be about eight inches long and a couple inches wide with the top part being even wider. The thing pointed straight out and swung heavily between his legs as he walked towards her. Now she understood. But no! He could not possibly mean to put
that
in her!  As he placed the candles on the table next to the bed and began to climb in, she reacted, bolting up as high as the restraints would allow and pulling her knees close into her chest as she leaned against the headboard. She stared at him with wild, wide eyes. 

"You need not shy away from the light, my dear. What I plan to do to you is just as naughty in the dark as it would be in the light. I don't want your beautiful face covered in shadows. I want to see every emotion, every flinch when I finally enter you. Now be a good girl; lay flat and spread those beautiful legs for Papa." 

When she failed to respond to his command he lost patience. Grabbing her by her right ankle, he dragged her back into position. Emmie yelped in surprise, but with her wrists restrained and both her ankles now in his powerful grasp there was little she could do. 

"Thank you, little one, for helping make a decision for me.  I must confess I had not fully made up my mind whether to introduce you to pleasure spankings on the same night I took your virginity. However, I think there is no time like the present. Might as well start as we plan to go on, right?"

Lord Burkewood calmly reached behind him and pulled another hidden restraint from around the foot post and secured it around her left ankle. 

"I'm sorry,”
Emmie pleaded. “I...I...didn't mean to disobey. I was frightened. Please don't punish me!"

She hated the fact she was reduced to begging but she had no other recourse. But if he heard her cries he gave no indication as he secured her right ankle to the other foot post. She was now fully restrained in the center of his large bed with all four limbs stretched out, with His Lordship kneeling between her legs, his full attention on her shaved, exposed pussy.  He could see it faintly glisten from her dew in the candlelight. He used his middle finger to trace the unhidden seam before dipping it in deep. Then he withdrew his finger and slowly leaned over her prone body, his chest hairs brushing her now sensitive nipples. 

"Open up," he said, lightly tracing his wet finger along her bottom lip. "Do not make me say it twice." Emmie immediately opened her mouth to accept the dew-covered finger forced along her tongue. "Do you taste that? That is the sweet taste of your own arousal. You may not fully understand what that means, but I do. That is why I am not listening to your mouth but your body." For the second time that evening, Emmie was forced to taste her own essence. She had a feeling it would not be the last.

"There are times when you will be spanked for your own discipline as a punishment. There are other times when you will be spanked for my own pleasure. This is one of those times."
Emmie began to breathe heavily as she saw his determined, shuttered gaze. He lightly stroked her inner thigh.  

"I cannot stop thinking about these soft thighs, hot from a fresh spanking, gripping my hips as I fuck you for the first time," he said it with a warm smile, but the words sounded ominous.
Emmie had no idea what the word
fuck
meant but it sounded aggressive. 

"I don't want to be spanked and fucked!" she said with a burst of tears. 

"Ah, sweetheart," he said as he gently stroked her hair. "Papa understands this is all very scary for his sweet baby girl. It is scary because it is new and unknown. But trust me. With the sacrifice of pain comes wonderful pleasure, pleasure that can only come from giving yourself completely to me - pleasure so intense you will find you can think of nothing else. This is why I love that you are my little girl with no responsibilities or adult worries. All you have to do is focus on pleasing me and knowing the pleasure I will give you in return." 

He placed a pillow beneath her head, elevating it and giving her a perfect view of her outstretched thighs before returning to his position between her legs. 

"For now, focus on pleasing your Papa," he said, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

"Say it. Say, 'I want to please you Papa'," he commanded. She was learning very quickly not to disobey.

"I want to please you...Papa," she said barely above a whisper, whimpering in fear as she closed her eyes in a vain attempt to block out the inevitable. 

"For punishment spankings you will be blindfolded,” he said. “But for pleasure spankings, I want you to keep your eyes open the entire time." He gave her a pinch on the nipple as he spoke.

"Say it again."

"I want to please you, Papa."  She just did not realize how much pain there would be for her in pleasing him.

He held nothing back. The first smack to her defenseless inner thigh sent her hips flying upwards as she screeched in pain. The moment his flat hand made contact, she could feel the soft flesh compress under the pressure then release in a hot, haze of pain. His Lordship alternated between thighs randomly so she could not anticipate the blow. Soon Emmie was sobbing in misery as he tormented her with repeated blows to the soft, sensitive flesh. His spanking of her thighs was far more intense than what she’d endured from the nanny.

"Eyes on me
Emmie." 

She was compelled by his dark voice. When it was finally over, both her heated thighs glowed red. Thinking only of the throbbing, hot pain and trying to maintain eye contact with him, she failed to notice when he raised on his haunches and positioned the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her small cunny.

Most men liked to powerfully deflower a virgin in one thrust. But not Lord Burkewood. He wanted her to feel every inch as he entered her body. He noticed she was sleek and wet as he pushed himself in. Emmie drew in and held her breath as she felt him breach her tight passage, and a surge of fear coursed through her body when she realized the moment had come. He was, indeed, going to force that large thing between his legs inside of her. 

"No. No. No. No." She mindlessly chanted. 

"Papa has to make his little one truly his and this is the only way." 

He pushed in another inch, glorifying in the feel of her warmed up thighs pressing against him.  Feeling her pussy slowly submit to the relentless push of his cock was one of the greatest moments of his life, but one of the worst of hers. She felt violated, as he compelled her body to surrender. She was not just a virgin, but so small compared to her husband, and
Emmie was overcome by the feeling of his massive body pressing against her chest as his cock pressed into her tiny cunny. He completely overwhelmed her. He was inside of her - both mind and body. She began to tremble as the powerful sensations and emotions crashed over her in waves. She was so tight she could feel the thick ridge of the top of his cock as it made its way further into her body. She felt impossibly full, as if the invasion had stretched her insides to their snapping point.