The Submission of Little Emmie (7 page)

He released her wrist restraints and sat on the bed, cradling her head in his lap, gently removing the blindfold.

"This is why you should always try to be Papa's good little girl so he does not have to punish you so harshly. Tell me sweet baby - tell Papa you have learned your lesson," he coaxed as he began to stroke her damp hair. Emmie was filled with conflicting emotions. Her body was wracked with pain but she craved his approval, craved the comforting touch made all the more so after the traumatic punishment. 

"I've learned my lesson Papa,” she replied through hiccoughing sobs. “I won't talk back again."

"Now tell Papa what it feels like."

She knew from the previous day’s spanking that he wanted her to describe the pain, and this humbling exercise would be part of her punishments. 

"It hurts, Papa. My bottom stings so bad."

"What was my little one thinking about as I raised your dressing gown, exposing your vulnerable backside?"

"I was scared," she said in a little voice. "I knew I had angered you terribly and was afraid of the punishment I would receive."

"Try to remember that the next time you want to question how I want to care for you," he admonished.

"Yes, Papa." With that he raised her off the bed into his arms and carried her back into the bathing room where Nanny was waiting for them. Emmie was startled to realize she’d forgotten Nanny was even in the room.

"Very good, Mrs. Pew,” Lord
Burkewood was saying. “I see you have everything prepared. I think it would be for the best to do this now and Emmie can have her bottle after."

He gave
Emmie a stern look as he said this, brooking no argument from her as he carried her to the changing table and laid her on top. Each grabbed a wrist, securing her to the table but Emmie barely noticed, focused as she was on the piercing pain in her bottom when it touched the table’s surface. Papa was to the side of the table and Nanny at the end, at her feet.

Emmie
was mortified when Papa grabbed her legs by the ankles and lifted them both up high so Nanny could spread some kind of soothing cream over her buttocks and between her legs. Her mortification deepened when she felt Nanny place a cloth under and between her legs. As Papa lowered her ankles to force her legs into a knees-up position, Nanny continued to wrap the cloth around her hips, securing it with two large pins. 

They had placed her into a cloth diaper!
Emmie’s mind rioted. She wanted to shout at them and rip it off but she didn't dare. She would not survive another beating; she was sure of it. She began to whimper in pain and embarrassment. The soft, padded cloth should have felt soothing against her abused bum, unfortunately for little Emmie, it did not. It felt bulky and trapped the heat radiating from her crimson cheeks. Every movement felt like sandpaper scraping against raw skin. She longed for the thin, cool linen of her drawers. 

"Not one word out of you, you naughty girl." Mrs. Pew admonished. "You have earned this diaper, make no mistake!" Papa then picked her up and once again carried her over to the plush chairs by the fire. 

"Let's try this again, but with a much better behaved little girl," he said. When he tried to give her a bottle earlier she was cozy and warm in his embrace, fresh from a bath.  Now she was in a diaper with a red and bruised bottom. Without protest or a murmur, she opened her mouth and began to suck on the baby bottle's nipple letting the now lukewarm milk flow into her tummy.

"If you had been a good little girl, Papa would have pleasured you during your bottle. But naughty girls don't get orgasms." He held the bottle and watched as her small cheeks hallowed with each deep draw from the nipple.

"Your Lordship, perhaps under the circumstances, a second bottle with some warm water would be appropriate," Nanny stated as she handed him a second prepared bottle.

"Excellent idea, Mrs. Pew." He withdrew the now empty milk bottle and replaced it with the water.
Emmie's stomach was roiling from the trauma she’d experienced. The last thing she wanted was a bottle of milk, let alone a second bottle of water, but she began to drink it without protest. Little did she know that Papa and Nanny wanted to fill her tummy with liquid. The sooner it filled, the sooner she would be filling her diaper. Nothing showed a young lady her true place as the little girl of the household faster than a full diaper!

Once she
’d finished the second bottle, Papa rose and gently placed in her bed. Emmie quietly laid down in the fetal position on her side, careful to avoid brushing her bottom. He handed her Bunny and gave her a kiss on the forehead. 

"See you after your morning lessons with Nanny, little one," he said, and walked out of the nursery.

"Come child, let's get you dressed,” Mrs. Pew said. “We need to get to your lessons if you are to be on time for training with your Papa."  Nanny began to rummage through her dressing cabinet as her charge looked at her with questioning eyes.

Training?
Emmie thought.

Lessons

Nanny dressed her in another frilly dress. This one had short puffy sleeves and blue and yellow ribbons woven into the lace edge around the hem and collar. Since the dress hem ended mid-thigh, her drawers peeked out below. They too had a lace edge with matching blue and yellow ribbons. A pair of white knee-high socks and black slippers completed her outfit. 

While
Emmie was not completely comfortable with what her husband had provided for her wardrobe, she certainly did not miss the constricting corsets and tight, heavy dresses with drapes and drapes of fabric. With no lady's maid it would have taken quite some time to wrestle into her corset, petticoats, drawers and dress.

Then there would be her hair. She had always had a mass of unruly hair filled with curls.  Each morning she would have to tame it into an appropriately harsh, up-swept bun. Now she wore it cascading softly down her back loosely tied in a yellow ribbon. She felt light and free, albeit childish, in her new attire. The only thing keeping her from truly embracing it was the cloth diaper she was being forced to wear.
Emmie refused to think about it. If she dwelt too long on the feel of the bulky cotton between her legs and what it meant, she was tempted to cry or – worse - rebel. She could not take another spanking.

"There, we look like a pretty and proper little girl as you should. Now go take your seat at one of the school desks. It is time to begin your lessons," Mrs. Pew said as she glanced at her ever-present silver watch fob. 

Emmie was curious about the lesson portion of her day. When her mother was alive she had received the proper amount of instruction for a young lady. She could read and write, was fluent in French and passable on the piano. She loved to paint with watercolors and do needlepoint, and excelled at both. Of course she had also been trained on how to properly manage a household from the staff to the accounts to dinner parties - all of which seemed moot now. She hoped that the lessons would involve some history and perhaps learning another language. Emmie took her seat at one of the three children's school desks in front of the large teacher's desk and blackboard. With her slight frame, she easily fit the child's size desk and chair. 

"Let us begin," Mrs. Pew said, taking her place in front of the blackboard. "I understand last night you learned quite a few new words. I am going to write them out on the blackboard along with some other words you need to learn and you will write a definition for each."  Nanny picked up a piece of chalk and began to scrawl several words on the smooth, clean surface of the blackboard. At first Nanny’s body blocked the words, but as she moved across, the words became clear to
Emmie.  Her cheeks flamed red hot at what she read. There in bold letters were all the words Papa had used the previous night, as well as others she did not recognize.

COCK    PUSSY    FUCK    CUNNY    NIPPLE    CLIT    PENIS    ANUS    ORGASM    DILDO    TITS

"I...I..." Emmie stuttered, mortified by even reading these words, let alone having to define them.

"Do not stutter child!" Nanny scolded. "Now, I will tell you the definition of each and you will recite it back to me. You will then write each definition three times so we know
you have learned it. Let us begin."

Emmie
thought she could not become more embarrassed. She was wrong. About halfway through the lesson, she respectfully raised her hand and asked Nanny if she may use the water closet.

"No you may not. That is why you have a nappy on," Mrs. Pew responded, watching intently to see the very moment
Emmie would realize she was meant to
use
her diaper.

"You cannot mean for me to...to...."
Emmie was so horrified she could not even form the words. Punishing her by forcing her to wear the diaper was one thing, but commanding her to use it was another.

"I most certainly do. If you have to go pee-pee you need to use your nappy." Nanny knew His Lordship had no intention of keeping his child-bride in diapers all the time, but would only use them to punish and reinforce her child-like state in his household.
Emmie decided in that moment her need was not so great. Unfortunately, twenty minutes later those two large bottles of liquid she had consumed were too much to hold in.

"Please, Nanny, I beg you." It was the first time
Emmie uttered the name out loud. She had been thinking of her as Nanny but to actually say it seemed too real. Now she hoped the small concession would earn her one in return. 

"No." The curt response was final.
Emmie felt tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She did not know what to do. She was certain if she tried to make it to the water closet she would not get far and certainly earn herself a very harsh punishment. But she could not fathom actually using the diaper.  If she waited much longer the decision would be made for her.

"
Emmie, you are not to get up from that chair until you have used your nappy. If you disobey me you will receive a second blistering spanking on your already bruised little backside. Now I suggest you use your nappy so we can move on with the lesson," Nanny scolded. 

The idea of another spanking frightened
Emmie so much she unclenched her full bladder. She started to cry, realizing this was a turning point. There was no going back now. She had just used her cloth diaper like a child. Nanny quickly brought her back into the bathing room and had her up on the changing table in a thrice and her nappy was changed out for a fresh one with very little fanfare.

"Do I have to use a nappy for
everything
, Nanny?" Emmie asked through her sniffles as she sat back at her desk, humbled by the entire experience.  

"No, child. Just for pee-pee, and only when you have been naughty and need to be reminded that you are a little girl who should not throw temper tantrums or talk back to adults."

"Thank you, Nanny," she said sheepishly as she returned to copy the definition of “fuck”
three times.

Lunch was another glass of milk and some small sandwiches with a tiny piece of chocolate as a sweet.
Emmie had to eat it at the little pink table set, but she did not mind and was grateful to have a meal that didn’t come out of a bottle. When she was finished with her lunch she was told she could play with her dolls before naptime. Emmie found it oddly comforting to just sit and comb her doll's hair without a worry in her head.

By naptime,
Emmie was truly tired. It had been a long and traumatic morning. Her bum still throbbed. She let Nanny take off her dress and just leave on the cute drawers and nappy. She slipped topless under the blankets of her sweet little pink bed, cuddled the Bunny and fell fast asleep.         

Training with Papa

"Wake up little one. Time for your training with Papa." Nanny coaxed Emmie awake from her afternoon nap. 

She felt surprisingly refreshed. Her bottom still hurt, but the terrible burning and stinging had abated. Nanny redressed her in the blue and yellow ribbon dress and fixed her hair back into its loose ponytail before escorting her to Lord
Burkewood’s study. As soon as she walked through the imposing double doors she noticed the rocking horse from her nursery had been placed before the fire.

"Come in
Emmie,” His Lordship called, glancing up from some papers on his mahogany desk. “That will be all Mrs. Pew. I will ring when we are finished." 

"Yes your Lordship," Mrs. Pew said, and turned to
Emmie. "Be very good for Papa and do what he says."

She then left the room, leaving
Emmie standing nervously in the study. After the morning's punishment Emmie was more than a little afraid of her husband/papa. She jumped when he broke the silence.

"
Emmie, stand on the rug before the fire and remove all your clothing." Lord Burkewood did not even look up from his work as he gave the order.

"Do I have...?” she began.

"If you are about to ask me 'do I have to', I will blister your backside redder than I did this morning and that will be
before
we start your training." Again, he did not even look up. The coldness of his command stunned her. With no further comment, she took the last few steps to the rug and slowly began to undress. Without the usual adult female trappings it was much easier and, to her dismay, faster. 

"Should I...should I remove the nappy?" she asked barely above a whisper. 

"Yes," came the curt reply. She removed the two pins holding the cloth diaper and placed it on top of her neatly folded pile of clothes. She anxiously stood before the fire, completely nude, trying to cover up her pussy and breasts. 

"Stop trying to shield yourself from my eyes. You belong to me. Do not ever try to hide from me." Lord
Burkewood slowly rose from his seat and approached her. Emmie shivered despite the warmth from the fire. He stroked her cheek and then reached behind to grab her ponytail, sliding the full length through his fingers.

"My beautiful little girl," he purred. He then rubbed the back of his index finger down the top of her breast before tweaking a nipple. She stood there, caught in his gaze like a small prey animal.

"Do you have your report card from this morning's lessons?"

She nodded her head and gestured to her pile of clothes. With his permissive nod, she rummaged through the pile to find the small pocket in her dress and pull out the piece of paper Nanny had given her. She handed it to him with trepidation, not knowing what it contained.

After perusing the note, Papa commented. "Very nice. I see you used your nappy like a good baby girl." Her cheeks flamed at the memory. Papa folded the note and placed it on the mantle.   

"You will spend each afternoon with me. I will be training you on how to be more sexually aware of your own body and on how to please me. Today we are going to start with that tight cunny of yours." 

He took her hand and led her over to the rocking horse. For the first time she noticed there was a protrusion in the center of the realistic looking leather saddle. It was about six inches long, over an inch wide and completely encased in leather. The penis shape was unmistakable.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, gesturing to the protrusion. All she could do was nod her head. 

"Well, I see you were paying attention to your morning lessons with Nanny but I need to hear you say it." 

"It's a dildo," she said softly, unconsciously wetting her lips before she spoke.  

"It's a dildo...who?" he prodded.

"It's a dildo, Papa." 

He smiled his approval and placed her small hand on the dildo, forcing her fingers around the base. 

"And where will this dildo go?" he asked.

"In my pussy?" she hesitantly asked. He nodded.

"But why, Papa?" she asked as tears began to gather in her big, green eyes. 

"Because your Papa has a big cock and if I take you the way I want, I may tear you. I don't want to hurt my baby girl in that way, so we are going to work on stretching your sweet pussy so it can take my cock more easily. This dildo is smaller than my cock but it is a good start. Let's first see if you are ready." 

He reached between her legs and pressed his, long middle finger straight into
Emmie’s pussy. She had gotten embarrassingly wet when he had stroked her breast, something she’d hoped to hide from him. 

"That's my good little girl. Now up we go!" He grabbed her under the arms and placed her straddling the rocking horse. "Place both of your feet in the stirrups and keep your ass raised." 

Emmie grasped fistfuls of the rocking horse's mane in her hands to keep her balance, but Lord Burkewood forced her hands open and placed one on the handle by the horse's ear. The other he pushed between her legs and wrapped around the leather phallus.

"Guide the leather dick into your wet cunny for Papa." 

"I don't think I can."

"Perhaps it is too small,” he stated calmly. “I can always change it out for a larger one.  Maybe you would have better luck then."

Even in the dim light of the study she could see the glint in his eye. Without another word of protest, she eased herself back and over the leather phallus, placing the tip at her entrance. She felt Papa's hands on her backside, forcing her hips down and onto the dildo. Her pussy slowly gave way to the stiff intrusion. 

"Keep pushing down on the dildo until your ass hits the saddle," he instructed. She did as she was told and once she was fully seated, she let out the breath she was holding in. 

The sensation was hard to describe. The leather dildo felt foreign and unforgiving jammed up inside of her. Her wetness had eased its way but it still burned, especially since she had not fully recovered from the previous night's deflowering. Lord Burkewood took a moment to appreciate the view. Her backside still bore the welts from this morning’s punishment and would for several days to come. Seeing her red backside on the leather saddle, knowing her pussy was stuffed with a leather cock, he felt his own cock lengthen and harden. 

"Rock forward and back," he said as he used his foot to set the rocking horse into motion. 

"Oh, please stop it. I don't want to move!" she exclaimed.

"This is not about what you want, little girl. It's about training that tight cunny of yours to please Papa," he reminded her. He walked over to his desk and picked up a long, thin object. When he turned around,
Emmie realized it was a riding crop.

"Perhaps you need incentive to move." He struck her ass with the leather tongue of the crop - not very hard, just enough to give her a sting.
Emmie screamed nonetheless and started to pump her hips, setting the rocking horse into motion and grinding her sore pussy onto the leather penis. Lord Burkewood leaned against the front of the desk, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles.  He was enjoying the beautiful view of his little one's tits bounce about as she rocked on her toy horse.  Her eyes shone big and bright, both from fear and burgeoning desire. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath came in fast bursts he knew had nothing to do with the exertion of rocking the horse. He reached out with the crop and stroked the top of one bouncing breast. 

"Tell me about your lessons today." 

She stared back at him with confused eyes, distracted by the sensation between her legs.

"Recite your definitions. What is a pussy?" he asked.

"It is the hole Papa puts his cock in," she said in a soft, slightly breathless voice. 

"What is it called when Papa puts his cock in your hole?"

"Fucking," she whispered.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Fucking," she said louder. 

"What is a cock?"

"It is what Papa uses to pleasure and punish me."

He moved away from the desk and slowly approached. He placed a finger over her clit and pushed. The increased pressure of both the leather dildo rocking into her pussy and his finger on her clit was too much;
Emmie crashed into her most intense orgasm yet. 

"Good girl," he chuckled. "Keep going. You need to cum at least two more times." He gave the horse another push to set it into motion again.
Emmie groaned. The rocking pushed her now extremely sensitive clit against the leather saddle. She tried easing her hips up to limit the contact, which earned her another swat on the buttocks from his riding crop. This time he put more force behind the swing, leaving her with a purple welt and a tear-streaked face. His Lordship watched as the saddle surface became wet from her arousal. He stroked her clit again and then moved behind the horse, trailing his finger, wet with her dew, between her butt cheeks. He tapped the tip of his finger against her anus.  The rocking horse naturally pushed her hips slightly back and up, leaving her rosebud easily accessible.  He swirled his finger around the puckered entrance, relishing in the shiver that wracked Emmie's body.  His little one was very receptive to anal play. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her bottom hole up to the second knuckle. Emmie gave out a whelp. 

"Where is my finger,
Emmie?" he asked casually.

"Don't make me say it," she pleaded.

"Say it or you will get the crop again." 

"It's in my...my ass," she hesitantly answered. 

"Does it make you feel naughty to have Papa's finger so far up your ass?"

"Yes."

"You like it anyway, don't you?" He pumped his finger in and out of her bottom with the rhythm of the rocking horse.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. All of this was so new and overwhelming. 

"It's all right, my sweet baby girl. Papa knows." He continued to manipulate her little rosebud until she came for the second time. By now Emmie was wrung out. She leaned heavily over the neck of the toy horse and was barely rocking. 

"It looks like my little jockey needs some incentive to keep rocking. You know dear, there are other areas to receive punishment than just your ample backside." He said as he gave her poor backside another swat with the riding crop, leaving a matching purple welt on the other cheek.
Emmie cried out and sat up straight, groaning as the leather phallus pressed deeper into her swollen pussy.

Lord
Burkewood grabbed her ponytail from behind and pulled down, forcing her back to arch and her chest out. She stared at him looming over her right shoulder as he raised the riding crop and brought it down on the top of her left breast. Emmie screeched in pain and tried to wrest herself out of his embrace. He brought the crop down again, this time on her right breast and Emmie instinctively raised her hands to protect her vulnerable breasts. 

"Put those hands down," he growled, giving each breast another swat from the crop. "Start rocking." 

Now Emmie eagerly pumped her hips, hoping her obedience would prevent him from striking her again. She was beyond relieved when she saw him place the crop on the desk. He then turned his attention back to her, reaching out with both hands to lightly pinch her nipples. The beating had brought the blood rushing to her breasts, making them especially sensitive, so when he pinched her nipples, the effect was extremely strong. Emmie came for the third time that afternoon on her toy rocking horse.

When her breathing had returned to normal and the horse had slowly come to a stop, Lord
Burkewood gently lifted his child bride and carried her over to the sofa, where he cradled her in his arms on his lap. He reached into a basin of warm rosewater and brought out a wet bathing cloth, which he carefully brushed up and down her arms, legs, torso and between her legs. The warmth helped ease the soreness. He offered her a glass of water, holding it to her lips until she had taken several long swallows. He quietly held her for over a half hour, gently rocking. 

"Are you refreshed?" he finally asked, his voice soothing. She nodded, unable to speak.

"Good. It is now time to show Papa what you learned." He reached beneath her hips and worked on the buttons of his trousers, freeing his large cock. He lifted her till she straddled his hips.

"Do it just like on the horse, little one. Grab my cock and ease it into your pussy."

"But I'm so sore," she whined.

"You will often have to please Papa when you are sore, little one. You must learn to work past it to still give me pleasure while finding your own. Now take my cock." 

She wrapped her small hand around his cock and lifted her hips until he was poised at her entrance. Taking a fortifying breath, she very carefully eased him into her still wet passage. 

While the hour on the horse had loosened her a bit, she was still extremely tight and had to push her hips down to force his cock in. She gave a small sob. 

"Shhh....baby girl. Place your hands on Papa's chest to brace yourself and start to rock back and forth."