“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 fuckingme 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?
Chapter Ten
Around 6 months later
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.
