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Daddy's Little Princess
I leaned over my charge and stroked her face. She was all mine now.
“Can I leave now,” she whispered up at me. There was a tremble in her voice.
‘Why do you want to?” I questioned continuing my caress.
“I’m not sure. It doesn’t feel right. Yet . . .”
“You enjoyed your examination?”
She didn’t answer me she just twisted uneasily on the couch. My smile widened.
“Can I leave?” she repeated.
“No,” I said firmly smoothing my tone with a hint of softness.
Another silence ensued.
I slipped the silk sheet over her inner thigh so that I might trail the pads of my fingers along the curve up towards her vagina. In response her thighs parted as though to give me access to her again. My little one was beginning to learn. I slipped my finger inside the delicate damp petal folds and picked up a rhythmic caress feeling the dampness increase.
“Besides where would you go if I allowed you to leave?” I asked.
“I don’t know. What is happening? Do you know who I am?”
“You question me as if I have all the answers.”
“I think you do.”
“I will call you Eva from now on.”
“Is that my real name? Who am I?”
“It is a name I have chosen for you. Show me who you really are. You are the one who has all of the answers, little one.”
I moved my middle finger up inside her and began to thrust it in an out as I leaned over her face and studied her lips. She was breathing hard. I wanted to kiss her. Stretching my finger deeper I brushed my lips with her own.
“Hush, there is nothing to be afraid of. I will take care of you.”
“Why do you want to confine me? Have I done something wrong?” she asked a little breathless as her hips started to push down on to my finger.
“No. I simply want to keep you all to myself. I want to care for you, make love to you and rule you. Do you think that dark and sinister? Does it make you afraid of me? Or do you feel something else?”
I caressed her lips with my own again curious for her answer but not quite ready to hear it. If she told me she was afraid it would break the spell and ruin the game between us. I didn’t want her to be frightened but I did want her under my control. I needed her acceptance of my role as Dominant yet it might be something she would have to be taught.
I could see her ruminating about her answer as I pulled away from her lips.
“I am not sure what I am feeling. A part of me feels suffocated in this room and wants to escape yet there is warmth and safety. Something I don’t believe I have ever felt very much before. I don’t know what my life was before but every time I push to leave something holds me back and I feel fearful of walking outside. I want to hide. Why do I want to hide from the world in here? Why do I want to be locked away like a prisoner?”
Of course I knew exactly why but I was not about to reveal her past. I wanted her to let it go and begin a new life here with me. I circled the tip of my thumb over her clit building her need. She started to pant.
“Eva, you can begin a new life in this room. It is of no concern that you do not remember your past. Here you are born again. Think of it as having died in that accident and now you are reborn in to a new life like a healthy bouncing baby girl. Ready to learn and grow under my hand. Live to obey me without question and delight in the lessons I teach you whether they bring you happiness or sadness. Learn to live to please me with your surrender and I promise you will be loved without condition and given all that you need in return. You will want for nothing.”
She stared up at me.
“Apart from my freedom.”
“You will find freedom in submitting to me. Submission is in your soul and is your natural state. Pretending to be one you are not in the world out there is not freedom. This can only be found in here with me. I will ask you again. Are you afraid of me?”
Her hips were moving faster prompting me to insert a second finger. She was close to coming. I could feel her slippery muscles struggling to grip on to my digits. She studied me closely.
“I should be. You make me feel like a princess locked in a tower in a fairytale. Are you the Prince who has come to rescue me or the beast who would seek to torment me for his pleasure and deprive me of my life?”
I sighed and placed my hand around her throat to display the power I held over her naked fragile form. “Only time will tell, my beautiful princess,” I began. “Honour, love and obey me as a Prince, as a master, as a father and your life will be a smooth one. Disobey me and you will be punished until you learn the error of your ways. You will be broken to my will, little one. Now come at my command and please me with your release.”
I intensified my grip raising an agitated gasp from her lips and drove my fingers hard and deep inside her body curling them to stroke the centre of her pleasure.
“Prince or Beast, my love? Which am I to be? Which do you desire?” I demanded feeling her orgasm explode and warm wetness melt against my fingers.
I kept my invading digits inside her body allowing her to be stilled by their calming presence and if I am honest to maintain the control I had of her. But as I removed my hand from her throat she surprised me by sitting up. Her hand swung out at me and swiped me neatly across the face. When she came at me for a second blow I whipped my fingers out from her pussy and caught her wrist.
I have to confess my blood was pumping hard with urgent fiery arousal when I was forced to use my other hand to grip her wrist. She struggled violently with me. The sheet fell from her breasts giving me a tantalising glimpse of the way they bounced and wobbled with her exertion. They jutted out at me, fiercely pointing their erect nipples in my direction and rubbed against my suit jacket.
My first instinct was to pin her back down on the table and I easily managed the feat using some force. I loved the way she fought me. The urge to subdue her was overwhelming. I wanted to conquer her, make her feel trapped in my power and helpless against my strength. I needed her to feel delicate and feminine against my masculine physical dominance over her until she realised there was no other option but to surrender to me or rather, the beast inside.
For a moment I held her there enjoying the way she struggled to free herself and kicked her legs like a newborn waiting for her diaper to be fixed around her bottom. I could not wait for the moment when I would do just that. She was a beautiful butterfly caught in my hands. The urge to nurture was as strong as the need to oppress. Could such feelings ever be reconciled or would they fight for supremacy forever taunting and tormenting each other to win the upper hand?
“I won’t obey you. I won’t.”
“Then you will learn the hard way, little one.”
“Are you going to beat and rape me?”
I stared at her hard.
“Do you really believe me to be a cruel violent man?”
Could I be so depraved? I had not been raised as a selfish heartless man with yearnings to rape, kill or beat a woman. Yet there was a shadow in my soul that occasionally reminded me I could easily slip from the beast in to a monster. It was always there and I could not deny its existence and that perhaps if pushed one day, it could be activated and I would be lost in its thrall. Didn’t such violence dwell in every soul in some shape or fashion, in man and woman? I might wish to dominate my pretty little Eva simply because I could but there was something equally hypnotic and dark about her need to submit to my need to.
“I don’t know. I don’t know who you are. You could be capable of anything,” she shouted still defiant.
I should not have been surprised by her outburst. Her past was full of instances of cruelty and oppression by the male figures that had ruled it.
“Yes I could. You will learn in time just how much. But for now you must learn the level of my tolerance at your behaviour, little one. It is time for your first punishment.”
Letting go of her hands I masterfully tore the sheet from her body to expose her. As she tried to sit up I reached for her waist and flipped her over on to her front. I lifted her to kneeling on the table while she whimpered at me making her juicy plump round bottom thrust up and out in to the air. With a firm hand I pushed her chest down on to the medical couch and squashed her face and breasts in to the padding. Catching hold of both of her arms I placed them in a crossed position on to her back. She was completely at my mercy and prepared for her bare bottom spanking.
Holding her wrists in one hand to balance her, I wasted no time in raising my hand to deliver the first slap to one of her cheeks with measured controlled force. I would give her no more pain than she could handle. It shook from side to side as she loudly yelped and immediately it blushed hot pink.
The second strike with the flat of my hand to the opposite buttock had her begging for forgiveness.
“Please. No more. I will obey you. I promise.”
“The lesson must be learnt, my darling. Spare the rod, spoil the child.”
She was sobbing by the fourth slap. Smiling with approval at her emotional reaction, I decided to turn my attention to the luscious pouting lips between her thighs. Peering between her legs, I carefully struck at her pussy. Eva’s body rocked and jumped with each blow, her cries muffled against the padding of the medical couch. Eventually, I alternated between spanking her bottom and her pussy. I mixed the tempo and order of the spanks until I knew she would not be able to tell which was to be punished next and the blow would be all the more intense and sharp for the heightened anticipation. When I added the tender backs of her thighs to the list of parts of her anatomy to discipline, her body slumped and her surrender came hot and sweet. The heavy flow of juice to her pussy was testament to it. I couldn’t help but grin in triumph.
The punishment ended, I rested my hand against her bottom and smoothed it over the hot sting. She wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for a while.
‘Good girl. There, there. All over, baby girl. Breathe slow and deeply for me.”
The door opened and the medical team I had employed to care for the health of my little princess re-entered the room.
“Good, you have the patient in the correct position for the deeper rectal examination I want to conduct and prepared for the enema,” Doctor Baron said with a smile reaching for another pair of latex gloves.