This is supposed to be a treat for me? But with the plug in my bottom and my cheeks still sore from the spankings, I am not feeling particularly feisty. I just want to get this over with so I can go to sleep. Rest. Regroup.
I bend my head over his cock and open my lips. Nanny gathers my hair, pulling it back to help keep it out of my mouth.
“Keep your jaw wide. You do not want to know what will happen if you bite your Daddy while his cock is in your mouth.”
For one brief moment, part of me does want to know… but my bottom clenches around the plug within it and the urge subsides as quickly as it came on.
He tastes salty. Meaty. The tip is surprisingly soft against my tongue, making way to the hard shaft beneath it. There are veins and bumps that I want to explore, as this is my first time doing this for a man, but I am not given the opportunity.
“I only have five minutes, Nanny,” he says to her.
Immediately, the grip on my hair tightens and she pushes my head down along his cock. I gag as the thick member hits the back of my throat, and barely manage to keep from biting downon him. My heart flutters in my chest when I realize how close I came, but I do not have time to dwell on it.
Nanny controls my movements, forcing my mouth up and down on the duke’s cock while he groans with pleasure. His hands reach for my exposed breasts, squeezing them tightly and pinching my nipples, making me cry out, though the sound is muffled by the thick shaft between my lips. He seems to like that, because he pinches my nipples even tighter, enjoying my cries around his cock.
With my arms bound in place, I feel like a toy being handled by Nanny, used by the Duke.
Every time she forces my head down, I choke and gasp around his cock, tears springing to my eyes as I struggle to breathe.
“You can take more, Betty. Swallow your Daddy’s cock,” she encourages me as she pushes my head down.
My throat works, swallowing the way she said to, and the duke groans, thrusting upward and shoving more of his cock between my lips. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and I can feel my pussy pulsing between my thighs.
“Fuck!” The word explodes out of him and Nanny pushes my head down firmly upon his cock, the tip of it pushing past my gag reflex and into my throat. I can feel something pulsing against my tongue as spurts of warm liquid go straight down my throat and into my stomach. Any sound I might have made is completely cut off by the duke’s cock, and I cannot struggle because of the awful garment she put me in.
All I can do is try not to pass out as he pumps jet after jet of his pleasure between my lips for me to swallow.
When he finally relaxes his grip on my breasts and Nanny lifts my head, my mouth feels swollen, my throat sore. I gasp for air, grateful to finally be able to breathe again.
“Not bad,” the Duke says, getting to his feet and redoing the front of his trousers. “For a first time, that is. We’ll work on it.”
He pats the top of my head and I am torn between hating him and wanting to prove to him that I can do far better than ‘not bad.’
“Take care of her, Nanny, she’s going to have a long day tomorrow. Good night, Betty.”
They both look at me expectantly and I cough a little. His words fill me with dread, but there’s only one thing I can say.
“Good night, Daddy.”
Bending down, he gives me a kiss atop my head, right where he’d patted me. I hate myself for the flush of pleasure that simple gesture gives me. It is more than emotional, it feels almost like a physical rush that goes straight through me to my traitorous pussy, which is still slick and wet even after he used my mouth so shamelessly.
Maybe because of the way he used my mouth so shamelessly.
He saunters out the door, leaving me with Nanny. I look up at her pleadingly, pressing my thighs together. I cannot touch myself, but maybe she will… The itch between my legs is going to make it impossible for me to sleep otherwise.
“Let me help you up, good girl.” She smiles at me as she says it and a little ripple of hope rises in my breast. But a few minutes later she has me on my back in the middle of the crib that I did not want to go into. It is surprisingly comfortable, but seeing the bars around me makes me feel even more caged than before. “Lift your bottom, Betty.”
I do so, uncertain as to what she’s doing as she pushes a cloth beneath me. Very similar to how she put a towel beneath me while I was bound to the Duke’s bed, but I cannot imagine him climbing in here with me. Even though one side of the bars slides down enough that I was able to get in, two people – especially when one is as large as him – would not fit in here.
As she pulls the fabric up between my legs and then places the edges of the fabric from behind me beneath the top, I realize that she is diapering me.A diaper.
“I do not need a diaper!” I thought I was done with blushing today, but it is back and worse than ever.
“You never know,” Nanny says cheerfully, as she pins the cloth into place. It is very soft against my pussy and skin, but incredibly unwelcome. My bottom clenches around the plug within it. Not that I would have been able to push it out anyway, but certainly not now that there is a diaper wrapped around me! “This will keep you from having any accidents while you sleep.”
Now it is her turn to bend down and kiss me on the forehead. I turn my head away, but she gets my temple anyway.
“Do not pout, Betty, it is unattractive.” She pinches my nipple through the fabric of the shirt thing she put me in, making me squeal. After she got me in the crib, she’d buttoned me back up, so that I am fully covered again.
