The Billionaire's Daughter (19 page)

Two
fingers moved teasingly across her swollen little knob nestled between her
lips, then thrust deep inside her soaked recess.
 
She cried out between her sobs and thrust back as much as
her binds would allow.
 
He fingered
her for a minute or two then moved his attention back to her crimson bottom.

“Now
then young lady, obedience and acceptance.
 
Let’s see how much that spanking taught you.
 
Not a single solitary sound.
 
Nothing.
 
Nod your head that you understand.”

Attempting
to stifle the last of her sobs she nodded her head.

“If
you make any sound at all I’ll repeat the spanking you just received.”

Shuddering
at the thought, she wondered what it was that Dante was about to make her
endure.
 
Whatever it was she’d
accept it.
 
No way was she going to
ask for another spanking.
 
A moment
later she had her answer.
 

Dante
pulled aside her left cheek, and his forefinger, still wet from her pussy,
began to probe her back hole.
 
She
stifled a squeal and an cry of alarm as it pressed its way inside her most
private orifice.
 
In spite of her
earlier introduction she felt profoundly humiliated.
 
It was as if the previous episode hadn’t even happened.

“Not
a word or a sound,” he reminded her, as his finger pressed ever more deeply.

He
looked quickly over his shoulder and saw her hands were clenched in a
fist.
 
He smiled.
 
She was trying desperately not to make
a peep and he was sure she was deeply humiliated.
 
Just what the young miscreant needed.
 
Slowly he moved his finger in and out
but still she made no sound.
 
Her
hole began to relax, and as it opened up slightly he introduced a second
finger.
 
She clenched and he
smacked her lightly.

“Obedience
and acceptance,” he scolded.
 
“Take
it.”

She
relaxed, accepting his intrusion, and after a short time he was able to stroke
her quickly and easily.
 
Satisfied
he ceased the rude intrusion.

“Now
just lay there and think about that for a while.
 
I’ll be back.”

He
moved carefully off the bed and limped into the bathroom to wash his
hands.
 
When he returned he sighed
with satisfaction at the bright red, punished backside.
 
Donning his robe, and without another
word, he left her and made his way to the kitchen.
 

Some
water for her and something a bit stronger for himself.
 
She had received a significant spanking
and he had introduced anal play once again, but the situation warranted the
stern and humiliating attention.

He
found a bottle of chilled vodka in the freezer and poured himself a splash.
Sipping it thoughtfully he considered what was to done with her before the
night ended.
 
After such a
beginning he wondered how long it would be before he would be able to stop
himself from fucking her hungry, moist, inviting little pussy.
 
He downed the last of the vodka then
put some ice in a glass, filled it with water and made his way back to the
bedroom.

Kate
was overcome with more thoughts and feelings she knew she possessed.
 
The surprise spray of water on her
backside, followed by the slow reveal and gentle caress had sent her to a warm,
erotic place.
 
She knew she’d been
disobeying him when she had begged for an orgasm, but her hunger was so great she
had blurted out the request through a simple and sudden loss of self
control.
 
She had been stunned by
the severity of the spanking and she fervently promised herself she would not
let her impatience get the better of her ever again.

But
the backside intrusion.
 
That had
shocked and scared her just as it had before, but as she lay waiting for his
return she had to admit it had also titillated and intrigued her.
 
Though she was still deeply humiliated
and horrified she wondered just how far Dante would take her.

The
thought was interrupted by the door opening.
 
Dante entered and settled himself on the edge of bed.
  
Gently he brushed the hair from
her tear stained face.

“And
how’s my naughty little Kate?” he asked, helping her to her elbows so she could
take a drink of water.

“Sorry,
Sir,” she replied.

Her
face was as red as her bottom and he glanced back at the delightful reflection
in the mirror.

“Am
I going to have any more problems with disobedience?”

“NO!”
she exclaimed, loudly.
 
“No! Not
ever.”

“You’ll
know what will happen,” he warned.

She
nodded her head, staring at him intently as she sipped.

“Just
in case you were wondering,” he continued, “one of these days I will fuck you
back there, and you will love it.”

A
deep crimson flush crossed her face and she looked quickly away.
 

I can’t believe he said that.
 
I can’t imagine it...

“Not
tonight though.
 
You’ll have to
have quite a bit more training before that happens, but it will happen
Kate.
 
I promise you.”

 
Not knowing how to respond and too
embarrassed to look at him, Kate remained quiet.
 
Dante knew his promise would be haunting her and that was
fine.
 
It was all part of the
preparation.

“You
will rest for a few more minutes then we will continue.
 
Civility Kate, and some more rules are
on the menu for the rest of the evening.
 
Because of your disobedience you had to be punished and the lessons were
delayed.
 
But isn’t there something
you need to say at this point?”

Face
still flushed she finally forced herself to look at him.

“Thank
you for correcting me, Sir,” she said softly.
 

He
stroked her hair and leaned his head down and brushed his lips against hers,
kissing her warmly.
 
She longed to
wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into her body but her wrists were
bound, so all she could do was kiss him back.
 
She hoped the ardor with which she did so would tell him how
desperately she craved his cock.

To
her dismay he broke away and put the glass of water on the bedside table.

“You’re
a horny little thing,” he remarked, smiling down at her.
 
“But that’s a good trait Kate.
 
Settle back into your pillow,” he said
firmly.
 
“Your lessons are about to
begin.”

“Yes
Sir,” she replied, and lowered herself back down, making herself as comfortable
as she could.

Dante
moved to his closet and withdrew a narrow belt.
 
He wished he had the shipment of supplies but until they
arrived he had to improvise.
 
Carrying it to the bed he climbed back up, taking the same position he
had before.
 
Once again he stared
with satisfaction at the view reflected back at him.
 
He found it immensely enjoyable.

“Remember!
 
Not a word!
 
You are not permitted to speak unless I ask you a specific
question.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she whispered.

“Civility
Kate.
 
One of the reasons you’re
not allowed to utter a sound tonight is because you speak out of turn far too
often and many times you’re not at all polite.
 
In fact you can be down right rude.
 
So, for your untrained tongue and lack
of manners when speaking, ten good smacks on your pussy lips.”

Whaaat?
 
Noooo!

Stifling
a gasp and petrified, she clenched her teeth and closed her fingers into fists.

“I’m
smacking your pussy lips because I won’t smack your mouth.
 
But these also are your lips, just lips
of another type.”

Normally,
he would use a wide tongued crop for such a task but the belt would
suffice.
 
He’d used it many times
in the past before discovering the tongue of the crop.
 
Wrapping its length around his hand he
left three inches dangling.
 

“Remember
Kate not a sound.
 
You will learn
to control yourself.
 
Your earlier
outburst is a clear example of your complete lack of self control.”

He
laid the leather against her swollen cunt lips, slithering it back and forth a
few times, then raising his hand just a few inches high, he let it snap back at
her with a sharp flick of his wrist.
 
Her pussy twitched at the stunning sting and she squirmed, but uttered
not a sound.
 
Dante knew it smarted
but he also knew it wouldn’t damage her in the least, and when the small
whipping was over she’d find herself with an even greater hunger for his cock.
 

“One,”
he announced, “You will not speak out of turn.”

He
smacked her again.

“Two,”
he said.
 
“You will not be rude or
impolite.”

The
little leather strap flicked once more.

“Three,”
he continued.
 
“You will not be
demanding in your tone or manner.”

And
so it proceeded.

“Four.
You will be extremely polite and respectful when you address the staff.
 
Five.
 
You will be demure and sweet when you greet your friends and
family.
 

Six.
You will smile and be extremely gracious at all times.
 

Seven.
When you are curious about something you’ll only ask questions if it concerns
you.
 

Eight.
 
You won’t demand things.
 
If you need something, you always say
please and thank you.
 

Nine.
 
You will restrain yourself.
 
You talk way too much.

Ten.
 
No more smart ass comments from you
young lady.”

He
let the belt unravel from his hand and moved his fingers over the scalded
pussy, watching with delight as she squirmed against his comforting touch.
 
It was bright red but had ballooned up
even more, and Kate’s juices were a betrayal of her unquenched passion.

“First,
you will tell me what you have learned.
 
Then you will tell me how you feel.
 
But be succinct,” he said, still gently moving his fingers.

“I
- uh - I now realize I have always been very rude in my - uh - how I - uh -
speak to people.
 
I won’t do it
anymore,” she stammered.
 

“Excellent.
 
Now tell me how you feel.
 
Just how sore is this adorable little
pussy of yours.”

“Ooooohhhh,”
she whimpered, “it’s stinging like mad.
 
Your hand feels so good.
 
Please, Sir, please keep rubbing.
 
If it pleases you,” she added quickly.

Dante
chuckled.
 

“I’ll
bet it is stinging like mad.
 
That
was the whole point.
 
My hand feels
good now doesn’t it Kate?”

“Oh
yes, Sir!” she cried.
 

She
bit her lip.
 
The punishment had
indeed been difficult to bear, especially given the fact that she was not
permitted to cry out or make a sound.
 
The bite of the belt had brought home each of Dante’s proclamations and
she was going to make sure he would never have to punish her that way again.
 
As the sting began to ease and his hand
continued to comfort, a renewed longing for his cock began to take hold.
 
But she now knew better than to
ask.
 
Instead, she let out a soft
earnest moan of yearning.

“I
know,” Dante sighed.
 
“Your hunger
is almost too much, isn’t it Kate?”

“Yes,
Sir,” she groaned.

“It
will have to wait.
 
Back to your
lessons.
 
Your pussy needs to
retain its sting for just a bit longer.”

He
withdrew his hand, knowing her comfort wasn’t quite complete and there was
still a sharp smart to her sex.
 
She wiggled in protest but otherwise remained silent.