Chosen to Be His Little Angeline (11 page)

"Ow…ow…ow... it hurts!" cried Angeline as she danced back and forth on her tip toes. The movement brought even more friction between her thighs as they massaged his shaft against her now wet cunny. The throbbing hum of her arousal matching the throbbing heat of her bottom.

The biting blows came even faster now as Blackhurst gloried in being able to physically feel her reaction to his punishment of her. Every muscle clench, every twitch, every movement was felt against his heated skin…against his engorged cock.

From his vantage point, he was not able to see her bottom, so he had to judge the effectiveness of his spanking by touch. Pausing a moment, he lowered his arm from her lower back and used both hands to fully grasp her bottom cheeks.

"Stop! Stop!" moaned Angeline as his painful grip increased her stimulated torment.

He could feel the heat radiating off her throbbing bottom. Deciding her poor nether cheeks had been disciplined enough, he focused his attention on another part of her anatomy. Placing his hands under her thighs, he easily lifted her slight weight up to straddle his hips. Angeline hissed as her swollen skin and aching muscles stretched.

"Keep your legs and arms wrapped around me," he commanded.

Blackhurst ran the middle fingers of his left hand up her cunny till he reached her rosebud. With no preamble, he forced his wet fingers into her tight, dark passage. Angeline yelped and almost released her arms and legs.

"Don't let go," he warned.

Her straddling position around his hips had spread open her bottom enough to allow him easier access. Pumping his fingers in and out of her resisting hole, he hooked them painfully inside of her, using them to force her hips up and out at an awkward angle.

Angeline moaned. "Please, Papa. Don't. It hurts my bottom." Her face buried against his neck, he could feel her tears on his skin.

"Shhh…you must be properly punished for even thinking of leaving me."

Using her unfortunate stretched bottom hole to hold her in place, he flicked the flat of his other hand cruelly against her drenched cunny. Angeline made a wounded howling sound and tried to move away from the pain but the sharp tug of his fingers in her bottom prevented it. He smacked her on her helpless cunny several more times in quick succession.

Angeline was sobbing incoherently now. She was overwhelmed from sharp stings of pain first from her bottom cheeks, then her poor bottom hole, now her cunny. Everything throbbed with aching heat and awareness. She could hold on no longer. Her arms and legs went limp as her body shuddered with her powerful release.

Blackhurst caught her in his arms and carried her over to his immense bed.

Laying her sideways on the bed on her back, Angeline moaned when the cool silk coverlet met her heated bottom cheeks. Leaving her side for a moment, Blackhurst dug through a small wooden chest by his bedside and returned with something in his hand.

Leaning a forearm close to Angeline's head, he directed her to open her mouth but she did not hear him. Clasping her jaw with his hand to get her attention. Her misery hazed eyes finally focused on him. His fingers pressed into her cheeks till the press of her teeth forced her to open her mouth. He pushed a large pacifier past her lips.

Angeline's eyes widened the moment her tongue swirled around the bulbous tip of the object shoved in her mouth. It was no ordinary pacifier. It was in the shape of the head of a cock. It was so large she could barely move her tongue around. She whined and reached to take it out not liking the full sensation in her mouth but a warning look from Papa stopped her.

Blackhurst stood and positioned himself between her legs. Lifting both her legs by the ankles, he stretched them up and wide open. Appreciating how the crimson, chastised cheeks of her buttocks peaked out over the edge of the bed and how swollen and red her smacked cunny looked, Blackhurst shifted his hips to push the rounded tip of his cock up against her entrance.

Angeline moaned around her pacifier as she felt his flesh push against her reddened, tender skin. Gripping fistfuls of the coverlet, she braced herself for the burning and stretching sensation she knew would accompany his first full thrust into her constricted passage, made all the worse after her punishment. The beautiful dark kiss of pain…her dance with pleasure.

Watching his cock force its way into her body, he felt her clamp down and pull him in. Having held back during the stimulation of her spanking, he could rein it in no longer. Keeping a tight hold onto her ankles, he pounded into her at a frenzied pace. Her body shook with each thrust, making her lovely breasts bounce and shift.

Angeline arched her back as the muscles of her tight cunny clenched and rippled around his cock with the tide of another release. All too soon he felt his balls contract, feeling the sweet ache of his own release upon him, he pulled out. Releasing her ankles, Blackhurst crawled up her body to straddle her shoulders. Pulling out the pacifier, he poured his creamy release into her open mouth. Replacing the pacifier, he collapsed next to her on the bed. Throwing a possessive arm over her middle, he cradled her close.

"You're mine, little one. Stop fighting it."

She relished the taste of him on her tongue as she fell asleep curled up in his arms.

Blackhurst watched her sleep. His sweet, submissive angel. He was falling in love with the wonderfully passionate, stubborn, innocent minx. He had better do something about it soon he thought.

Early the next morning Angeline was brought back to the nursery. She was still warm from Papa's bed and hazy from sleep when she found herself naked over Nanny's lap.

"What are you doing?" asked an alarmed Angeline.

Nanny spread her bottom cheeks open wide. "Stop thrashing about you silly girl," she said as she delivered a stinging slap to Angeline's exposed cheek which was still sore from last night's punishment. "I need to take your temperature."

Not wanting another slap and getting dizzy from her nearly upside down position over Nanny's lap, Angeline quieted down. Once again, her bottom cheeks were spread humiliatingly wide open. Nanny dipped the tip of a glass thermometer into a jar of ointment and then pressed it past Angeline's puckered entrance. After being forced to accept Papa's fingers, it was more uncomfortable and embarrassing than painful. Nanny let her cheeks close around the shaft of the thermometer. "There now, we will give it a good minute to get an accurate reading," she said, glancing at the silver watch pinned to her lapel.

With the minute up, she whipped the offending object out of Angeline's bottom so quickly it startled her.

"A nice and healthy temperature, my dear," Nanny said with approval. "Up you go."

Nanny patted her bum and helped her rise. Taking her by the hand, Angeline was led into the dreaded bathing room. "Onto the table. I don't want to have to tell you this every morning, young miss," she admonished sternly.

Angeline gingerly climbed up onto the dreaded wooden table. She started to lay down on her belly.

"Not yet, on your back first. We have to shave that cunny of yours today."

"Shave my…my…"

"Shave your cunny," finished Nanny. "Now on your back, knees up and spread, if you please."

"Do we have to do this Nanny?" Angeline asked, forlornly.

"What a silly question from a silly girl!"

Nanny added some warm water to the shaving soap and working up a good, strong lather with a boar's hair brush. Just then, Blackhurst walked in rolling up his sleeves.

"I hope I have not hindered your schedule in any way, Nanny," he said good-naturedly.

"Oh no, sir. We were just beginning," beamed Nanny.

Angeline leaned up on her elbows. "What are you doing here?"

"Is that any way to greet your papa good morning?"

Angeline blushed at the scolding. "Sorry, good morning, Papa."

"That is better," he said as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before gently pressing her shoulders back down onto the birching table. "I am here to shave that pretty little cunny of yours."

Angeline closed her eyes in mortification and tossed her arm over them for good measure. She started when she felt the cold lather smear across her nether lips.

"Spread your legs a bit wider dear," ordered Nanny as if she was asking Angeline how she liked the sunshine. After several swipes of the boar's hair brush, her cunny was covered in a thick, creamy lather.

Blackhurst took the razor and gave it a few passes on the strop for good measure.

"Now keep very still, little one, Papa does not want to nick you."

Placing a firm hand on her tummy and drawing the skin taut, he scraped the cold, sharp razor straight down the middle of her seam. With each swipe of the razor, more pale pink skin was revealed.

Angeline curled her toes and tried to focus on anything else but what was happening between her legs. Despite the mortifying situation and the presence of the nanny, all her torturous body could feel was Papa's warm breath on her now overly sensitive, newly exposed skin. When he was finished, he placed a warm towel over the shaved area.

"All pretty and pink. I cannot wait to taste it," he said with a wink.

Angeline's cheeks burned brighter.

Rolling his sleeves back into place, Blackhurst gave her another kiss on the cheek and departed with a promise to see her later that afternoon for playtime.

"Okay dear, now you can roll onto your tummy and put your arms through the holes. Time for your enema," she said cheerily.

Angeline groaned.

* * * * *

She was sitting in the schoolroom learning her first words in French when he came for her.

"Bonjour, Papa," she said proudly.

Blackhurst smiled. It sounded more like bon-jower but he was very proud of her.

"
Bonjour mon petit ange, vous être belle
," he said as he bowed and kissed the back of her hand.

Angeline giggled. "What did you just say?"

He pulled her to her feet and whispered against her ear, "I said, 'I want to bend you over this desk and sink my cock into your sweet, shaved cunny.'"

Scandalized, Angeline looked over at Nanny, who was busy shuffling papers on her desk, giving them privacy. "No you didn't," she said teasingly.

He laughed. "I said, 'Hello, my little angel, you look beautiful.'"

Angeline smiled. "That is better." After a long pause, she glanced up at him through her lashes and said, "Although the other bit was nice too."

Blackhurst laughed and grabbed her by the hand. "Nanny, I am stealing your little charge away." He led her out of the schoolroom and down the hall to the two massive double doors that led to the playroom. Angeline was both anxious and curious.

"Welcome to my playroom, love." After opening the doors, he stepped back and let her enter first.

Angeline looked around in wonder. In the center was a raised platform. On it was a black, padded, narrow bench and nothing else. Looking around the rest of the room, she saw various vignettes. In one corner there was a large realistic looking silk tree with bright green leaves and pink and white flowers. There was one long branch that extended out into the room, from it hung a swing. It was a strange looking swing, thought Angeline, almost like a fabric sling. In the other corner was a small white picket fence. Hanging from it was a tiny saddle and various bridles and riding crops. There was also a riding horse with another odd looking saddle.

Angeline turned to take in the rest of the room. There was one corner that just had lots of shelves with all sorts of paddles and leather items. Angeline shivered and quickly looked away. The final corner was the most bizarre. It looked like a physician's office. She once had to drop off a dress for a prominent physician's wife at his office and she remembered he had the same type of odd reclining chair.

Angeline turned confused eyes to Papa.

"Let's get you out of this dress."

He undid the buttons down her back and slid the bright yellow lace dress from her shoulders. Her ruffled bloomers and knee socks quickly followed. Soon she was standing naked in front of him. Angeline knotted her hands, feeling very uneasy, both from the unfamiliar things in the room and her own nakedness next to his fully clothed state.

Blackhurst took her hand and led her up the platform towards the bench. As soon as Angeline realized his intentions, she started to resist.

"None of that," he warned.

Angeline bowed her head and moved to kneel on the bench as he directed. She started to panic when she felt thick leather straps cross over her calves.

"Papa?"

"Hush."

Blackhurst belted her calves down just below the knee. He then moved to her front. Tightly securing leather restraints around her wrists.

"Please, Papa," she whined as she pulled on the restraints. "I don't like this."

"Hush, love."

Blackhurst removed his jacket, waistcoat and linen shirt. Standing before her in only his black trousers, knowing how the sight of his exposed chest affected her. The sight of her prostrate and restrained was having the same effect on him.

Alarmed, Angeline watched as he walked over to the corner of the room with all the whips and paddles. After rummaging through some drawers, she was immensely relieved when he only returned with a glass vial and a few long glass objects. Her relief would soon change.

He placed the objects on a small table by the bench. Going down on his haunches by her face, he brushed her soft, blonde curls away from her eyes.

"This is called a training bench, little one," he explained. "It is time we started training your little bottom hole to open wider so it can fit Papa's cock."

Angeline started to shake her head no as a plaintive whinny fell from her throat. Blackhurst placed his hands on either side of her jaw to still her movements and looked deeply into her eyes.

"My sweet little angel, this is going to be very painful, but it is important to Papa. I will not feel like you are truly mine until I possess you completely. Until I have pressed my cock into every one of your tiny holes," he said fiercely.

It had been Blackhurst's plan to allow Angeline more time to accustom herself to the type of lifestyle and submission he demanded of her before introducing her to his playroom and more importantly the training bench. However, their encounter last evening had rattled him. In a very short period of time, his little angel had come to mean a great deal to him. The thought of losing her was unacceptable. He felt this ferocious burning need to bind her to him in every way possible…to own her in every way possible.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded. "I promised I will be a good girl. I promise, Papa."

"Baby, you already are my good girl. This has nothing to do with you being bad."

Angeline started to cry in dread and uncertainty. She wanted to be good and wanted to please him but anytime he put his thumb in her bottom it was so painful she couldn't bare it.

"Let's begin."

"No, Papa. No! No! Please!" she sobbed in desperation but he just rose and moved to her side, picking up the glass vial from the small table.

Angeline held her breath, fearing what would come next. She was not expecting to feel warm liquid being poured on her lower back and down the seam of her bottom.

Blackhurst beheld the pale gold fragrant flavored oil coat her ivory skin, watching as it canvassed her back and bottom. The room filling with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon.

Placing the vial down, he ran his hands from the top of her bottom up her back. Angeline arched her back, pushing her bottom up and out, groaning. Blackhurst continued to massage the oil into her lower back in slow gentle circles, relaxing her. His strong hands then moved to shape the curve of each cheek, testing the weight. Using the base of his palms, he applied light pressure as he caressed her bottom in sweeping strokes.

Angeline felt like she was floating. The feel of his hands running over her skin. The warm, sweet smell of the oil. The brush of his chest each time he leaned over her.

Placing a firm hand on her lower back, Blackhurst moved his right hand, now covered in the fragrant oil, to the top of her dimpled backside. Running his hand down the seam lengthwise, he pushed in between her cheeks, using the side of his index finger and the pad of his thumb to stimulate.

Angeline stiffened.

Blackhurst ran his hand up and down between her cheeks, teasing her tightened puckered hole with his thumb. He moved his left hand in calming circles on her lower back.

"Relax, little one, this will be far more painful it you don't relax your bottom for Papa. Open this hole for me," he said as he pressed his thumb past her resisting tight ring to the first knuckle.

Angeline sucked in a breath and held it as he began to push his thumb in and out of her hidden passage.

"That's it, baby, open for Papa."

"It hurts," she moaned.

Blackhurst ignored her pleas as he pressed downward with his thumb stretching her. Angeline yelped and tried to break free but was held tight by the restraints.

"Don't fight it," he ordered. Stepping away for a moment, he picked up one of the glass objects from the table and moved to stand in front of her.

"This is a dildo," he said, showing her. It was a clear glass cylinder about nine inches long and just over an inch wide, at one end was a round ball a little wider than the cylinder itself at the other a small handle. Tapping the end with the round ball, he said, "This is the end that gets pushed deep inside your tiny bottom hole."

Angeline's eyes grew wide and instantly filled with tears. "You can't mean to put that inside me! Oh god! Please, it will not fit! It will tear me in two!"

He grasped her chin and lifted her head. "Well, if it will fit in your mouth, it will fit in your bottom. Shall we see?" He pinched her cheeks to force her jaw down and her mouth open before pushing it in.

Angeline choked as the cold glass hit the back of her throat.

"You see, little one. It will not be easy but it will fit up your bottom," he said with a reassuring smile that did not reassure her in the least.

Blackhurst moved to her side again. Running the rounded ball tip of the dildo between her cheeks to coat it in oil, he started to lightly apply pressure against her resisting back entrance.

Angeline was breathing heavy as she tensed up.