Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Being hit with the birch is like being stung by a hundred angry wasps, all intent on punishing my bottom. I start sobbing and begging after the very first blow, but that does not stop the Duke. The stinging branches come down on my already hot and painful bottom again and again.
The Duke counts out each stroke in a low voice, interspersed with my shrieks and pleas.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Four.”
“Five.”
“Six.”
I feel faint. Each blow hits a slightly different area of my bottom, with the sixth one angling across my pussy as well. It feels like the sensitive lips swell in response, throbbing from the pain and yet something about the lingering sting sets off my arousal as well.
It’s so wrong, and yet there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
The entire time, Nanny’s hands press on my shoulders, holding me in place for the awful punishment, and for some reason that has an effect on me too.
“There we go. Next time you are naughty, it will be ten.” The Duke’s hand rubs over my bottom roughly, making me whimper. “You need to learn to be a good girl, Betty. Now, Daddy is going to fuck your bottom to help you remember to be on better behavior tomorrow.”
I whimper at his words. Already?
I do not feel ready for his cock in my bottom, and yet there is no other choice.
Nanny stays right where she is, holding me in place, as the Duke moves around behind me. I can hear him doing something, though I cannot tell what it is.
Then something hard, and hot, and slick nudges against my crinkled hole.
The tiny opening has been stretched somewhat by the plugs, but since Nanny did not replace one after my nap, it feels like it’s closed up again.
The Duke’s hands grip my hips, pressing my lower body firmly against his desk, as if Nanny was not already holding me in place.
“I know it is hard being a good girl, but you will have to learn.” The pressure on my opening becomes stronger, the tip of his cock pushing inside and I gasp, feeling like all the air leaves my lungs at once.
The tip of him is not narrow, like the plug, and my tiny hole has to stretch quite wide for him to fit in.
The slickness on his cock helps with the invasion, but it still hurts – even with the throbbing flesh of my freshly birched bottom all around, the ache of his cock opening me up is deeply felt.
“Ow, ow, it’s too big, please!”
“You’ll get used to it.” His fingers flex around my hips and he withdraws slightly, and for a moment I think that he’s actually listened to me despite his response, but then he thrusts in again.
His cock slides deeper, making my bowels ache and cramp, the ring at my entrance clenching, muscles working to push him back out again, but it’s impossible.
If anything, he seems to enjoy my helpless cries, my shuddering responses.
He fucks my bottom with long, slow strokes, going a little deeper with each one until he finally is completely buried inside me, his body pressing against my hot cheeks. Even the feel of him against that sensitive skin is enough to make them flame anew.
“Tomorrow you’re going to be a good girl for your Nanny, aren’t you, little Betty?” he asks as he withdraws again.
“Yes, Daddy!”
He grunts, thrusting forward, making me cry out as I’m rocked against the hard wood of his desk, my bottom clenching around the rude invasion. I am getting used to it, but it’s still incredibly uncomfortable, though some of the cramps and aches have lessened as my body adjusts to its new reality.
“Because if you’re a naughty girl, what happens?”
“I get birched.” I let out a little sob as he keeps riding me through the questions, his cock sliding easily back and forth in my narrow passage, despite my body’s attempts to force him back out.
Whatever he put on his cock to help it slide into my arse, it makes it impossible for me to get a grip on his hard length.
“And after Daddy birches you, what happens?”
“You fuck my bottom with your cock.”
Having to say it while he’s doing it makes my whole body tingle, but I am not getting pressure on any of the right places for a climax.
Instead, I am caught somewhere between the painful reality of my birched bottom being fucked by an overly large cock and the strange excitement and arousal that threads through the discomfort.
Nanny is silent as she holds me in place, though I can tell that she is breathing heavily, watching Daddy ravage my bottom.
I whimper and moan as he keeps fucking me, his thrusts coming harder and faster now, using my bottom for his pleasure.
My own arousal grows, but when he slams into me, his cock pulsing inside me as warmth floods my insides, I am not close enough to climax with him.
All I can do is shudder and squeeze, aching for release, as he pours his into me.
“You took your first bottom-fucking very well, little girl,” he says, sighing with satisfaction as his cock begins to wilt within me. He pulls away, leaving me sore and aching and open… but not for long. I cry out when I feel a plug pushing inside me.
It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as his cock had, but I am so sore there that it is uncomfortable, even though it settles into its spot far more easily than any previous plug. Daddy’s cock has stretched my tight little hole enough for the plug to easily slip into place.
Several tears blot the wood beneath my cheek on the desk and I pant for breath as he pats my bottom, affectionately rather than in a punishing manner. My mind is reeling as much as my body.
Something about having the Duke in my bottom made it easier for me to submit to him, to think of him as Daddy instead of the Duke. It’s so wrong. It is one thing to have to call him that out loud, per my contract, another to think it in my own mind.
“Make sure she eats a good supper. You can put her in the bed for tonight,” he tells Nanny.
“Yes, Your Grace. Up on your feet, Betty. Don’t make me encourage you to move.”
My legs are wobbly, but I manage to stand and meekly follow Nanny out the door of his study. The plug aches in my freshly fucked bottom. Everything about my bottom hurts, inside and out.
I turn to sneak a peek at the Duke as I exit, which is when I realize he is watching me go. His gaze catches mine and he smiles.
I feel like a mouse, and the barn cat just smiled at me.
It takes my breath away.
Ducking my head, I scurry out into the hall, my heart pounding. There is just something about him that draws me, despite everything he just put me through.
The evening goes very much the way it did before.
Supper, two enemas, a bath, and then Nanny puts me to bed.
My poor bottom is still sensitive. The soapy enema was extra itchy and terrible, but I bore it, because I could not imagine being spanked again after everything my bottom had already endured today.
The bath is as tortuous as the one the night before.
The lingering arousal I had from the Duke fucking my bottom – and I cannot stop thinking about it which does not help the situation – flares as Nanny focuses her attentions on my breasts and pussy, teasing my sensitive bits to needy arousal but without letting me climax.
She binds my hands to the headboard, my wrists wrapped in leather cuffs that are attached to the spindles before leaving the bedroom. I am happy to be in the bed rather than the crib.
Am I a bit disappointed that the Duke does not stop in before she puts me to bed?
Perhaps a bit.
Not that I would admit it to anyone.
As with my nap, I fall asleep quickly.
It is the feel of someone beside me that wakes me in the middle of the night. The scent of whisky and cigars wreathes through my nose as the hem of my nightgown is lifted. I squeak, trying to reach for them, having forgotten that my hands are bound to the headboard.
“Hush, little girl.” It’s the Duke’s voice. I recognize it even in the darkness. “It’s just Daddy.”
His hands close around my breasts and I moan in response, my body immediately coming alight with reawakened need.
Thumbs rasp over my rapidly hardening nipples, his fingers kneading my soft breast flesh.
My eyes are adjusting to the darkness in the room, enough to see his silhouette as he bends down to take one of my nipples into his hot, warm mouth and I let out a keening noise as the pleasure stabs through me.
With my bottom wrapped in the soft diaper, squirming is not as painful as it might have been otherwise.
The Duke sucks and nibbles on my nipples, switching back and forth between them, pinching and twisting whichever one is not in his mouth. I mewl, squirming beneath him, my need growing.
“Please, Daddy, I need to come,” I beg, my voice a mere whisper in the darkness.
“Not until I say so, sweetheart,” he replies, false sympathy filling his tone.
I moan, arching my back as he redoubles his efforts on my breasts, tormenting me with the pleasurable sensations.
When he finally moves away, he undoes my diaper, and hope flares up… only to be disappointed when his head settles between my thighs. My legs are draped over his shoulders, his hands coming up to cover my breasts again, as his tongue begins to explore my pussy.
It’s double the torment of before as he licks and nibbles, fondling my breasts while he teases the neediest part of me but doesn’t give me what I need to go over the edge.
I beg, plead, moan, and whimper, but he is playing with me for his own enjoyment.
Still, he does not punish me nor tell me to hush, and I cannot stop the words spilling from my lips anyway as the need compels me to do whatever I can to assuage it.
The bed creaks as my arms try to move. Even though I am entirely helpless, I cannot help myself.
Finally he lifts his mouth from my pussy and slides upward.
My legs fall down from his shoulders and into the crooks of his elbows as he positions his cock at the entrance of my needy pussy.
I am so wet and slick and needy that he easily fills me with one hard thrust that has me arching and crying out with pleasure at being filled.
“Good girl, Betty,” he growls under his breath. “You feel so good around my cock. That’s right, squeeze me with your little pussy.”
I cry out again, his words rocking my senses as much as the thrusts of his cock.
My pussy does squeeze him, spasming around his cock, though I am not trying to do so for his pleasure.
My body is responding to him and I have no control over it, or anything else, as he pounds me between my legs.
The backs of my thighs ache from the strain as I’m folded nearly in half by his weight, his cock splitting me open again and again.
Then his mouth descends on mine, his body rubbing against mine, and he tastes of whiskey, smoke, and pussy. Every thrust crushes my little pearl between our bodies, rubbing it deliciously, and giving me the exact stimulation I need to send me over the edge.
The keening cry of my orgasm is muffled by his lips and tongue, like he’s devouring the sound of my pleasure as he keeps fucking me, keeps riding me.
The waves of rapture go up and up and up, sending me soaring higher and higher as my pussy clenches and I writhe against him.
The pleasure is becoming so strong it’s almost painful, and yet he keeps going, keeps fucking me until I’m screaming into his mouth from the painful intensity of overwhelming ecstasy.
Tears slide down my cheeks as erotic bliss turns to torment, my pussy too sensitive to take any more and yet forced to submit to his rampaging lust anyway.
By the time he finally fills me with his seed, I am nearly insensible. Even the sensation of him pulling the diaper back up between my legs and securing it into place is nearly unbearable, leaving me trembling and whimpering.
Chuckling, he gives my diapered pussy a pat.
“Good girl.”
A kiss presses against my forehead. Gentle. Tender. Confusing.
Closing my eyes, I shudder as I hear him leave the room, my body overwhelmed by the onslaught. Sleep comes up to claim me instantly as one thought echoes around my mind…
How will I survive six months of this?