Chapter 6
L ouisa
I stepped into the warm water, gasping slightly at the temperature. Jax had put in some kind of scented oil that smelled like lavender and vanilla and felt silky against my skin. I sank down slowly, the heat enveloping my body and easing the soreness in my bottom.
Jax knelt beside the tub. “Arms up,” he instructed, reaching for a washcloth and soap.
I raised my arms obediently, watching as he dipped the cloth into the water and worked up a rich lather. His movements were methodical as he began to wash me, starting with my neck and shoulders. The soft cloth moved across my skin in firm, circular motions.
“You’re being very good this morning,” he commented, his hands moving down to my breasts. The rough texture of the cloth against my nipples made them harden instantly. “I wonder if you’re plotting something.”
My heart skipped a beat. Was I that transparent?
“No, Daddy,” I lied, keeping my eyes downcast. “I just… I’m trying to understand what you want from me.”
His hands paused momentarily before continuing their task. “What I want is simple, Little Lulu. Complete submission. Acceptance of who you truly are, so I can begin training you to please a man the way you’ll need to do, as my fuck toy.”
His words sent an involuntary shiver through me.
Training me to please a man ? The double meaning wasn’t lost on me: not just this man , then— a man, presumably any man of Jax’s choice.
I wasn’t just here to be his plaything—there was something more, something deeper and more alarming, more shameful, that I didn’t fully understand.
“Now lean back,” he instructed, guiding me to recline in the tub.
As I settled against the smooth porcelain, Jax’s hands moved lower, washing my stomach with slow, deliberate circles. I tensed when his fingers brushed the sensitive skin below my navel, knowing where they were heading next.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice taking on that hypnotic quality. “This is Daddy’s pussy to clean.”
His hand dipped between my legs, the washcloth gliding over the tender cleft with firm pressure. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but when his fingers pressed against the entrance to my vagina, a small gasp escaped me.
“So needy,” he observed, continuing his intimate washing. “Even when you try to fight it.”
I closed my eyes, unable to watch as he methodically cleaned every inch of me. His hands moved from my sex to my thighs, then back up again, paying special attention to the creases where my legs met my torso.
“Knees up,” he commanded. When I complied, he pushed them apart, exposing me further. “I need to clean you properly.”
The washcloth moved between my legs again, this time venturing further back. I flinched when it brushed against my bottom hole, but Jax’s firm hand on my knee kept me from closing my legs.
“Everything gets cleaned,” he said simply. “Every part of Little Lulu belongs to Daddy now.”
Once he finished bathing me, Jax reached for a pink razor and a can of shaving cream. My stomach clenched as I realized what was coming next.
“Time to make this little pussy look like it should,” he said, squirting a generous amount of foam into his palm. “Spread your legs wider.”
I obeyed, trembling slightly as his fingers spread the cream over my pubic area. The cool sensation against my warm skin made goosebumps rise along my thighs.
“Hold perfectly still,” he warned, bringing the razor to my skin. “If you move and make Daddy cut you, you’ll be punished.”
The first stroke of the razor against my sensitive flesh made me shudder. Jax worked with practiced precision, removing the hair in neat, efficient strokes. I forced myself to breathe evenly, terrified of moving and causing an accident.
“Good girl,” he praised, rinsing the razor in the bathwater. “So obedient for Daddy.”
He continued methodically, shaving every trace of hair from my mound. When he’d finished there, he instructed me to turn over and get on my hands and knees in the tub.
“Bottom up,” he directed. “On your hands and knees.”
I gasped as Jax’s fingers spread my cheeks apart, exposing the intimate area between them. The cool shaving cream made me flinch as he applied it in a gentle, but steady motion.
“Remember, don’t move,” he reminded me, his voice firm as the razor made its first delicate pass along my most private area.
I trembled, fighting the urge to clench or pull away as the blade glided over my sensitive skin.
Each stroke was methodical, precise—the work of someone who had done this before.
“Just a few more passes,” he murmured, his breath warm against my wet skin. “You’re doing well, Little Lulu.”
The praise shouldn’t have affected me, but it did. I felt a ridiculous surge of pride at pleasing him, at being good at something so degrading. When he finally set the razor aside, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“Perfect,” he announced, running a finger between my cheeks to check his work. “Smooth as silk. Just how a little girl’s bottom should be.”
After rinsing me thoroughly, he helped me from the tub and wrapped me in a plush towel.
I stood there passively as he dried every inch of my body, starting with my hair and working his way down.
The towel felt impossibly soft against my newly bare skin, especially between my legs where I felt strangely vulnerable without the protection of my pubic hair.
“Arms out,” he instructed, picking up my pink cuffs from the counter.
I extended my wrists, watching as he fastened them securely, checking to make sure they weren’t too tight.
Next came the collar, its leather cool against my throat as he buckled it into place.
The small tag dangled at the hollow of my neck, reminding me of my ‘daddy’s’ troubling intentions with every movement.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork. His eyes trailed down my naked body, lingering on my freshly shaved mound. “I can’t resist, Little Lulu. I need to taste that pretty pussy before I punish you.”
Before I could respond, he swept me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. The sudden movement startled me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself. He carried me back to the bedroom, his eyes dark with desire.
“Daddy’s going to make his little girl feel so good,” he whispered as he laid me gently on the bed. “And then Daddy’s going to teach her what happens to naughty girls who say bad words.”
I watched nervously as he went to a built-in cabinet, nearly concealed in the corner of the bedroom. He returned with what looked like a complicated arrangement of pink straps and buckles.
“This is your tasting harness,” he explained, holding it up for my inspection. “It’s going to keep those pretty legs spread wide so Daddy can enjoy his treat properly.”
My face burned with humiliation as he fitted the straps around my thighs and the back of my neck.
I whimpered as he pulled on the straps to tighten them, pulling my knees up nearly to my breasts.
The soft leather hugged my skin almost comfortingly, a terrible contrast with the complete revelation of my private places.
I couldn’t lower my legs at all—the harness held them firmly raised, displaying everything Jax had just shaved bare.
“Put your hands behind your head,” he murmured. When I obeyed, swallowing hard, Jax clipped my wrists together. “So that Little Lulu can’t get in Daddy’s way, no matter how embarrassed she gets,” he explained.
Then he stepped back and regarded me from above, so high that it made my tummy flip.
“Perfect,” he pronounced. “Little Lulu’s pussy is all ready for Daddy to taste.”
I turned my face away, unable to watch as he lowered himself to the bed.
His strong hands took hold of the backs of my knees and spread them wide, opening me so that I felt like an orange or a tangerine being spread in the rough hands of a hungry man.
Jax’s handsome face hovered between my spread thighs.
The first touch of his tongue against my newly bare flesh made me jerk in surprise and helpless pleasure, and I let out a tiny, questioning cry.
Without the barrier of hair, every sensation felt amplified, more immediate.
He licked me slowly, deliberately, as if savoring a delicacy.
“Mmm,” he hummed against me, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “So sweet. Daddy’s little girl tastes like honey.”
His strong hands gripped the backs of my thighs firmly, holding me steady as his tongue explored every newly exposed inch of me. I bit my lip hard, determined not to make a sound, but when he found my clit and sucked it gently between his lips, a helpless moan escaped me.
“There’s my good girl,” he praised, looking up at me with eyes dark with desire. “Don’t fight it. Let Daddy hear how much you love his tongue on your pretty little pussy.”
His mouth returned to its task with renewed vigor, licking and sucking with expert precision. Despite my best efforts to remain detached, my hips began to move against his face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop.
“You’re getting so wet,” he observed, sliding a finger inside me while his tongue continued to circle my clit. “Your pussy is practically dripping for Daddy.”
He added a second finger, stretching me in a way that made me gasp. The mixed sensations of his fingers pumping inside me and his tongue on my most sensitive spot were building a pressure I couldn’t fight. My breathing grew ragged as I approached the edge.
“Daddy’s cock is so big right now,” he murmured against my flesh. “It’s throbbing to be inside this tight little pussy. After your whipping, Daddy’s going to fuck you very hard.”
The news of my daddy’s arousal, combined with the relentless attention of his mouth, pushed me even closer to climax.
“Please,” I whimpered, no longer caring about my dignity. “Please, Daddy, I need?—”
Jax pulled his face away abruptly, leaving me trembling on the edge of release. His mouth glistened with my arousal as he gazed down at me, his eyes hard.
“There’s no chance you’re going to come before your whipping, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice firm, but tinged with amusement at my desperation. “Bad girls don’t get to feel good until they’ve been properly punished.”
I whimpered, my body aching with unfulfilled need. The sudden absence of his mouth left me feeling hollow, desperate. My hips instinctively arched upward, seeking contact that was no longer there.
“Please,” I gasped, forgetting my resolve to resist him. “I’m so close.”
His hand came down in a sharp slap against my exposed pussy, making me yelp in surprise and pain. The sting radiated outward, somehow intensifying my arousal even as tears sprang to my eyes.
“I’ve decided you need to feel my belt,” Jax announced.
He gestured to the dresser, where I noticed for the first time a coiled length of black leather.
I felt my forehead crease hard as I looked back up at him, my heart quailing at the stern look in his eyes.
“To make sure you learn your lesson and understand completely the rule about bad girls only getting fucked with a sore bottom.”
“First, let’s get you out of this,” he said, beginning to unbuckle the tasting harness. His fingers worked quickly, releasing the straps that had held me so terribly open. As each restraint fell away, I instinctively tried to close my legs, but Jax’s hand on my inner thigh stopped me.
“Not yet,” he warned. “I’m not done looking at what belongs to me.”
When the harness was completely removed, he stepped back and gestured toward the pillows at the head of the bed.
“Take two pillows and pile them in the middle of the bed,” he instructed, his voice taking on that clinical tone that somehow made everything more frightening.
“Then lie over them with your bottom raised. This is how you’ll prepare to receive Daddy’s belt.
Whenever Daddy tells Little Lulu to prepare for Daddy’s belt, you are to do exactly this without hesitation or question. Do you understand?”
I nodded mutely, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Words, Little Lulu,” he prompted.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the childish title burning my throat. “I understand.”
I crawled toward the head of the bed, acutely aware of his eyes on my naked body.
My hands trembled as I grabbed two of the thick pillows and arranged them in the center of the mattress.
I hesitated only briefly before draping myself over them, the position forcing my bottom up into a vulnerable arch.
Behind me, I heard Jax moving to pick the belt up off the dresser. I heard the creak of the leather as he wound it around his fist.
“Daddy’s going to whip his bad girl now,” his deep voice declared. “Think about why you’re here, Little Lulu, with your little pussy shaved and your little bottom in the air for Daddy’s belt.”