cranky and needs to be reminded to obey her Papa,” Lord Burkewood’s tone grew from kind to stern. “Mrs. Pew, please prepare Emmie for her punishment while I go choose an implement," he ordered as he stood and handed her off to Nanny.
"No. I don't care,” Emmie angrily insisted. “You can spank me all you want but I won't take a bottle again like a baby!"
She cried out as Nanny dragged her over to her little pink bed. And although she fought back, Mrs. Pew quickly had a kicking Emmie facedown on the bed with her hands secured to the headboard.
"Would you like her legs secured as well, Your Lordship?" Mrs. Pew asked respectfully.
"No. I have a mind to see them kick about as she learns just how harsh a punishment I can dole out. This will be very different from your pleasure spanking last night, little girl," he warned. Emmie groaned as he announced intimate details of their night together within Nanny's hearing.
Emmie tried to raise her head to spew more angry protests but was cut off when Nanny secured the pink, silk blindfold around her eyes. Being placed into complete, vulnerable darkness made Emmie instantly regret her outburst.
"I'm sorr...," she began.
"Do not even finish that sentence," Lord Burkewood growled. “I put a roof over your head, feed and clothe you, pamper and pleasure you and all I ask is your complete obedience. A temper tantrum? Is that how you repay my kindness? Well, ungrateful little girls get their bottoms roasted. Perhaps then you will learn to curb your tongue."
He chose a paddle for her first truly severe punishment. It was beautifully crafted of oak bark tanned harness leather. The blade portion was about twelve inches long, with eight small holes to give an extra sting.
"Emmie, you are about to be punished for your disobedience and insolence. Moving your bottom around will only prolong it. Say, ‘yes Papa,’ if you understand."
"Yes, Papa." He could barely hear her answer with her head buried in fright into her pillow. He grabbed the back of her dressing gown and pushed it up, baring her backside and lower back. Emmie had stopped kicking but she was nervously rubbing her feet together. As she was blindfolded she had no idea what to expect, which is what he preferred. He knew she was expecting the feel of his hand, anticipating the pain she experienced yesterday. She would be wrong. The first contact of the harness leather paddle on her backside was going to be extremely painful, made all the more so by her confusion. She would have no knowledge of the punishment implement being used on her - would have no idea what was causing her such pain. She would have no way of preparing herself.
Lord Burkewood’s arm moved up and came down in a sweeping arc for the first blistering blow, the paddle making contact directly onto her sit-spot. Emmie's back arched, her head tilted back in a silent scream. She was so overcome with pain she could not even make a sound. Lord Burkewood followed the initial blow with a quick succession of five more, barely giving his child bride a chance to register the pain before a fresh onslaught would hit. By now, Emmie was incoherently sobbing and swaying her hips in a vain attempt to avoid the paddle.
"That's an additional five on top of the twenty you are already getting,” he said ominously. “Move again and I will make it an additional ten."
The paddle continued to abuse Emmie’s poor backside, with His Lordship varying the location of the blows. Some fell on her sit-spot, others on her upper thighs, still others directly on the cushiony softness of her butt cheeks. She had no way of bracing for the pain or knowing where the paddle would fall. Her backside felt like it was on fire. The sting was unbearable. She truly felt as if she would not survive this punishment and when he had finally finished she continued to sob uncontrollably.
He released her wrist restraints and sat on the bed, cradling her head in his lap,
"No. I don't care,” Emmie angrily insisted. “You can spank me all you want but I won't take a bottle again like a baby!"
She cried out as Nanny dragged her over to her little pink bed. And although she fought back, Mrs. Pew quickly had a kicking Emmie facedown on the bed with her hands secured to the headboard.
"Would you like her legs secured as well, Your Lordship?" Mrs. Pew asked respectfully.
"No. I have a mind to see them kick about as she learns just how harsh a punishment I can dole out. This will be very different from your pleasure spanking last night, little girl," he warned. Emmie groaned as he announced intimate details of their night together within Nanny's hearing.
Emmie tried to raise her head to spew more angry protests but was cut off when Nanny secured the pink, silk blindfold around her eyes. Being placed into complete, vulnerable darkness made Emmie instantly regret her outburst.
"I'm sorr...," she began.
"Do not even finish that sentence," Lord Burkewood growled. “I put a roof over your head, feed and clothe you, pamper and pleasure you and all I ask is your complete obedience. A temper tantrum? Is that how you repay my kindness? Well, ungrateful little girls get their bottoms roasted. Perhaps then you will learn to curb your tongue."
He chose a paddle for her first truly severe punishment. It was beautifully crafted of oak bark tanned harness leather. The blade portion was about twelve inches long, with eight small holes to give an extra sting.
"Emmie, you are about to be punished for your disobedience and insolence. Moving your bottom around will only prolong it. Say, ‘yes Papa,’ if you understand."
"Yes, Papa." He could barely hear her answer with her head buried in fright into her pillow. He grabbed the back of her dressing gown and pushed it up, baring her backside and lower back. Emmie had stopped kicking but she was nervously rubbing her feet together. As she was blindfolded she had no idea what to expect, which is what he preferred. He knew she was expecting the feel of his hand, anticipating the pain she experienced yesterday. She would be wrong. The first contact of the harness leather paddle on her backside was going to be extremely painful, made all the more so by her confusion. She would have no knowledge of the punishment implement being used on her - would have no idea what was causing her such pain. She would have no way of preparing herself.
Lord Burkewood’s arm moved up and came down in a sweeping arc for the first blistering blow, the paddle making contact directly onto her sit-spot. Emmie's back arched, her head tilted back in a silent scream. She was so overcome with pain she could not even make a sound. Lord Burkewood followed the initial blow with a quick succession of five more, barely giving his child bride a chance to register the pain before a fresh onslaught would hit. By now, Emmie was incoherently sobbing and swaying her hips in a vain attempt to avoid the paddle.
"That's an additional five on top of the twenty you are already getting,” he said ominously. “Move again and I will make it an additional ten."
The paddle continued to abuse Emmie’s poor backside, with His Lordship varying the location of the blows. Some fell on her sit-spot, others on her upper thighs, still others directly on the cushiony softness of her butt cheeks. She had no way of bracing for the pain or knowing where the paddle would fall. Her backside felt like it was on fire. The sting was unbearable. She truly felt as if she would not survive this punishment and when he had finally finished she continued to sob uncontrollably.
He released her wrist restraints and sat on the bed, cradling her head in his lap,
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