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her petite, womanly figure. Her breasts, just large enough to fill a man’s palm, were perfect and round with upturned nipples. This delighted him; she would need no corset under the childish dresses he was having fashioned for her. Her waist was small, but flared into generous hips. Her belly had just the gentlest swell. Her thighs were full and shapely, and between them lay her bare pussy, already dripping in anticipation of her submission to him.
    He laid her over his lap, and she went willingly. Royce looked down at her bottom; it was full, with plump springy cheeks and a deep cleft. Charming dimples crowned the top of each perfect buttock. He ran his hand across one globe, reveling in the soft skin.
    In the inn he’d spanked her with the slipper. Now he would spank her with his hand. Already the thought of her nates turning pink from his correction had him longing to shove himself into her pussy. But he was a disciplined man, and a disciplinarian.
    She gave a sharp cry when he brought his hand down hard across her bottom. Royce wanted to rub the imprint of his hand blooming across her skin, but resisted the urge. Now was not the time for the indulgent lover, but the firm papa, so he pushed aside his carnal thoughts and began to spank her, the smacks falling so rapidly that she had no time to recover between them. Soon she was sobbing frantically, a small puddle of tears forming on the wooden floor beneath her face as her legs kicked helplessly. Her bottom was reddening, the cheeks growing hot beneath his punishing hand. Royce knew she was in pain, but even so he could see between the kicking legs that the dusky inner folds of her pussy had grown slick with need that coated the inside of her thighs. He spanked her there, too, painting those thighs a rosy pink before stopping. Imogen was writhing on his lap, promising to be his good little girl.
    Once she finally collected herself, he instructed Imogen to listen to what he had to say. “You are only allowed to touch yourself with my permission during your training,” he told her. “I will school you in finding pleasure here…” He ran his finger up the slick seam of her pussy. “…and here.” Now that finger pressed against the rosette of her bottom hole, and he heard her moan as the little orifice twitched under his finger. “I will teach you to take my cock properly in your pussy, your mouth, and your bottom.”
    She looked back at him, her pretty tear-streaked face surprised. “You’d use me in all those places?”
    “Yes,” he said. “And you will love it. You’ll take my cock in your pussy until you scream with pleasure, you’ll swallow my seed without spilling a drop, and allow your bottom hole to be stretched until I take that final virginity. Oh, my little Imogen, you are a passionate girl, and keeping you as my little one will allow me to instruct you more fully than you can possibly anticipate.”
    His finger slid into her then, and she came instantly. Royce knew it was as much from his words as from his touch; the notion of such deep, helpless submission excited her. He slid his finger in and out of her as she followed its motion with her hips, her arousal coating his hand.
    “Oh, please,” she said. “Please fuck me!”
    “Language!” he said, smacking her already sore bottom as he continued to plumb her with his finger, and she gripped him all the harder. He smiled at this, so tempted to do as she asked but wanting to wait. With some reluctance, he lifted her from his lap.
    “No,” he said. “And it’s not because I don’t desire you. There will be times when I spank you for my own pleasure—or yours—and then I will gladly fuck you. But this spanking was to teach you a lesson, and you learned it, hmm?”
    She nodded, her lip extended now in an adorable pout that made him chuckle. And he did kiss her then, lightly, but enough to make her groan.
    “I have so many lessons to teach you, my little one. I look forward to them