disagreed. Training Lily to willingly accept his large cock up her small ass would be the ultimate act of submission, even more so than giving him her virginity, although he wanted that too. If Lily accepted the pain and discomfort of having her bottom violated - all to please him - he knew she would be forever his.
"Roll onto your tummy, little one," he commanded. Lily did as she was told. Rand pushed her nightgown down over her hips and then off, displaying her beautiful creamy skin. He ran his hand down her smooth back and over her buttocks, tracing the faint outlines of the red welts from Mrs. Oliver's birching with his finger and enjoying the soft mewing sound Lily made each time he came to a still sensitive one. Rand anticipated all the bare-handed spankings he would be giving her pert little bottom in the future.
"Part your cheeks."
Lily reached back and grabbed each globe and spread them apart, nervous but trusting him.
"Papa is going to put another plug in your bottom."
Lily let go of her cheeks and immediately rolled on her side, hugging her knees to her chest. She had not fully come to terms with her emotions from having the plug in her bottom earlier. Lily had felt a pulsing ache deep in her bottom all morning. It had reminded her of Papa but it had also hurt and was embarrassing. Lily blushed to think what the rest of the staff would think if they’d known what Lord Stockton had done.
"I don't want anything up my bottom,” Lily whined. “It hurts!”
"None of your whining," Rand sternly warned. “I am going to be putting my cock deep in your bottom soon and we need to prepare it so I don't harm you."
Lily started to cry. "I don't want your cock up my bottom. It's wrong."
"Don't you want to please me?" Rand asked stroking her cheek. Lily tearfully nodded, peaking at him through a cascade of soft, curls.
"Seeing your cute little bottom hole stretched around this plug will please me,” he coaxed. "Did you not think of Papa the whole time this was up your bottom today?"
Lily again nodded.
"I liked knowing you were thinking of me all day, like I think of you."
Lily liked the idea he thought of her as much she did him. Still...
"But it will hurt,” Lily complained, still curled up.
"Don't you trust that I know what is best for my little one? Don’t you trust that I know what you need?"
Lily haltingly released her grip on her knees and began to uncurl.
"Are you going to be Papa's special little girl and give me your bottom or am I leaving?" Rand asked, his voice sounding harsh in the quiet stillness of the small room. Lily did not want him to leave. She loved the attention and care he showed her and would do anything to please him.
"I’ll…I’ll give you my bottom, Papa,” she said hesitantly.
He motioned for her to once again lay down.
"Since you were a naughty girl and questioned my authority, you first must be punished," he reprimanded as he grabbed her chin and forced her gaze up to his. "You must never question that I know what is best for you."
"Yes, Papa,” she said weakly. She watched as he rose from the bed and crossed her room to the bureau. After a quick search he found her petticoat neatly folded in a drawer. The fabric was soft and worn from use, easily tearing in his hands as he ripped three strips from the bottom. Lily gave a small gasp at the damage to her only petticoat but did not dare complain. Her lower lip trembled as she watched him pick up a wooden hairbrush.
"Oh, Papa .... please don't spank me with that!" Lily cried as she protectively tried to cover her bottom.
"Hush," Rand admonished as he turned his attention back to her prone form on the bed. "You will take your punishment like a good girl." He forced her hands away from her bottom as he placed a knee on the bed, leaning over her.
"Since we cannot have you waking the other servants, I will have to silence you." He grasped a