Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Today is my last night with Daddy, according to my contract, and I do not know how to feel.
The last six months have gone by in a blur of punishments and climaxes. I have never been allowed to accompany Daddy anywhere out of the house. If I am not with Nanny or him, I am in my crib or tied down to my bed.
I have learned how to read and write, how to speak with a posh accent, and even how to do math.
It did not take me long to realize that no matter how well I did, Nanny was almost always going to find something to punish me for, and then Daddy would give me a second dose when she reported in to him. They wanted to punish me.
And I did not hate it as much as I should.
There was always a part of me which responded to it, becoming slick and wet and needy, even as Daddy fucked my bottom for his own pleasure rather than mine. A few times I even managed to climax with no other stimulation than his cock plundering my tight hole.
My bottom is always throbbing from being punished and my pussy is always throbbing from either need or from being freshly fucked, or both at once.
Both Daddy and Nanny seem obsessed with punishing my bottom, inside and out.
Sometimes with enemas that Nanny adds something extra to, making me itch and squirm and cramp until she finally allows me to relieve myself.
Sometimes Daddy figs me, putting a peeled finger of ginger in my bottom and making me dance and cry and beg while he birches or whips my bottom.
I cannot help but clench around the ginger every time a blow lands, which burns even hotter than the birch when I do so.
Nanny tracks my courses. When I am most fertile Daddy comes on my stomach and breasts, in my mouth, or in my bottom. Otherwise he fills my pussy regularly, leaving it to Nanny to wash his seed out of me afterward. There isn’t a single day when he does not come inside me, one way or another.
I always climax as well, though sometimes not as often as him, sometimes far more to the point where I am begging for him to stop because I cannot bear another paroxysm. Whether or not he heeds my pleas is always up to his mood.
Some nights he goes out to socialize with the other nobles.
Other nights he stays in and has me read to him while I’m on his lap.
He pinches my nipples and strokes my pussy, doing his best to distract me and then giving my pussy a rough slap any time I mess up or mispronounce a word until it’s burning and swollen and aching for relief.
Other times, he and Nanny will play cards while I kneel underneath the table, sucking his cock until my jaw aches before he finally comes. Then I am required to remain there, his softened cock in my mouth, still sucking. If he hardens again before their game ends, it starts all over.
Nanny never brings me to climax, though she constantly keeps me on edge. She relishes my punishments. The horrid hairbrush is used on my bottom at least once a week. She keeps a small tawse in her apron now to use on me if she feels the need to during the day.
I cannot remember what it feels like to have a bottom that has not recently been punished.
Even now, after another lesson with Nanny in which I did everything perfectly, she gave me a spanking with her hand to remind me what happens when I do not do everything perfectly.
It did not hurt nearly as much as the tawse or the horrid hairbrush, but she still turned my bottom pink before taking me to Daddy for my ‘final exam.’
Another reminder that today is my last day.
For some reason, my heart aches at the idea, even more than my bottom throbs as Daddy’s oiled cock forces its way up into it.
He has me straddling his lap, the back of my skirts tucked into my belt, the front of my dress unbuttoned to reveal my breasts, with a math problem in front of me on his desk.
I’m forced to slowly impale myself on his cock, pulled down by gravity and his fingers tugging on my nipples, while working on the equation.
Even though this is the first time I’ve found myself in a position where I’m technically on top of him, I do not feel any more in control than when I am under him.
I cannot even control the slide of my body down onto his cock, my bottom opening for the invasion, clenching around him as he plays with my nipples.
It hurts and feels good all at the same time, a combination I have become far too used to. I whimper as I work, trying to focus, but it feels utterly futile.
My bottom finally lands on his lap, my thighs giving way and the last few inches thrusting up into me quite forcibly, making me gasp. The tight right around the entrance squeezes the base of his cock, trying to adjust to the sensation.
“Back up again, Betty,” Daddy orders, pinching my nipples and tugging them upward. “Ride my cock.”
“How am I supposed to solve this while I’m doing that?” I cry out in frustration, even as I force my leg muscles to move, lifting me up.
It’s not fair. I know it’s not fair. I know Daddy knows it’s not fair.
I also know he doesn’t care.
He likes that it’s not fair.
“You have to learn how to focus, little girl,” he replies, his voice even, unbothered by my outburst. He pinches my nipples tighter and gives them a little twist, making me cry out, my bottom clenching around him.
“Better hurry. Your timer is almost out. That’s one stroke of my belt tonight before bed. ”
Glancing at the sand trickling through the small hourglass, I grimace, trying to ride Daddy’s cock with my bottom while also solving a math equation, all before the sand runs out.
It’s useless of course.
Daddy chuckles when the last drop of sand goes through.
“That’s one,” he says, reaching out and turning the hourglass over. “Better hurry if you do not want more.”
By the time I finish the equation – correctly, since my first attempt yields an incorrect answer – my bottom is aching, my clitoris is throbbing with need, my nipples feel like they might burst if they’re pinched again, and I’ve racked up seven strokes of Daddy’s belt.
I know I’ll be feeling them still tomorrow, even after I’m returned to Madame Atout’s. The thought brings tears to my eyes. They’ll probably be the only thing I have to remember him by.
“Now, for the reading,” he says. “Nanny, bring the book over.”
“No!” I am done with this. I’m sad and mad and relieved and confused, and I cannot deal with both another exam, no climax, and knowing that I’m leaving tomorrow. “What is the point of this? It’s not as though my next benefactor is going to care whether I can read or do math.”
I feel Daddy’s chuckle as much as hear it as he pulls me back against him, nuzzling his lips along the side of my neck. His cock throbs inside my bottom as he squeezes my breasts.
“Oh no, little Betty, you are not getting another benefactor. Tomorrow you are starting a new round of lessons, building on what you’ve already learned.”
I squirm on his lap as he fondles me, watching Nanny as she places the book down on his desk, open to a page in the middle. Her expression is placid. Unsurprised by what he is saying.
“Tomorrow, I go back to Madame Atout’s. None of the other girls wanted to stay with you, but you expect me to?” My heart is pounding in my chest, feeling like it is about to burst. With hope? With terror?
I cannot even explain why I am suddenly so very unhappy at the idea of going back even as I push for that result, I only know that I feel like crying and throwing a tantrum, like the Little girl he treats me as.
Daddy laughs and bites the side of my throat, hard enough to make me cry out as he sucks the skin into his mouth. I can feel that it’s going to leave a mark there on my pale flesh.
“They were not invited to stay. They were returned to Madame Atout’s.
” The way he says it makes it sound like they had asked to stay.
Something which I can whole-heartedly believe, despite everything.
Because of everything. “But you, little Betty. You’re mine.
You’re staying. And I’m never letting you go. ”
I find myself bent over the desk, Daddy’s cock pounding into my bottom until he spends himself. Then I’m back on his lap, reading from the book, while his cock slowly expands in my aching hole until he’s ready to fuck me there again.
This is going to be the rest of my life.
It’s nothing like what I’d imagined… but I’ve never been happier.
The Duke is my Daddy and I’m his Little Betty.
Forever.
THE END