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 ofthis? 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
