Enrolling Little Etta by Alta Hensley, Allison West Page B
Authors: Alta Hensley, Allison West
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submission. Please me, and I will do everything in my power to make you pleased. Now relax," he said. From the corner of her eye, she could see Papa pull out a jar of ointment from the same drawer the paddle had been in, which made her tummy do a flip. His hands came to separate her cheeks before he dipped a single digit into her bottom. "Take it in, imagine it is me inside you."
Softly she moaned, her eyes slamming shut as he stirred the strange desire she had never felt before arriving at Ashby. Since then, her body had come alive in ways she never knew possible, and it happened more than once a day.
"That is a good girl. You are still so tight, though," he said, pushing a second digit inside her tight hole.
Etta shifted her hips and he removed his fingers, opening the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Taking out an item that Etta already recognized, he added some ointment before sliding a new plug into her bottom. This one felt bigger and stretched her as it eased inside her rear. Whimpering, she wanted the pain to stop.
"Relax," he said. "It will not hurt any more than it already does."
The pain was mixed with pleasure and as she felt her bottom completely full, he rolled her onto her back. "Spread your legs, Etta."
Licking her dry lips, she followed his command. Whatever he said, she would do. She wanted to please him and, more importantly, she did not want a replacement nanny tomorrow.
Wetness coated her quim and Papa bent down to her level, examining her folds as he spread them apart.
It felt strange to have someone staring so intimately at a place that no one had ever examined before today.
"I am going to kiss you," Papa said.
She expected him to climb up her body and cover her lips with his own, but instead his mouth descended onto the heat and fire down below. His breath tickled her bare skin as his fingers separated her folds further, licking her swollen nub.
Etta's bottom tightened on the plug, her cunny pulsating as he licked and sucked her bead of nerves that sent her shuddering on the mattress.
He guided two fingers into her wetness, stroking her as she trembled beneath him.
Her breathing grew in intensity, her heart slammed against the walls of her chest, begging to break free, as if her heart and emotions were imprisoned. She moaned, and her papa did not try and silence her pleas. Wetness coated his fingers and dripped from her pussy as he licked and sucked, drinking all of it in.
Etta's toes curled and her quim clenched around his digits. She wished there was more to fill her, not just the plug in her bottom but his cock in her quim. Would he ever give her what she desired? Was he waiting until they were actually married? He had seen she was still a virgin, her maidenhead being intact during the examination. What was he waiting for?
"I want you," she said, her words thick and filled with longing. Her fingers clung to his shirt, pulling it from his trousers, ready to undress him and pin him beneath her, though she doubted he would ever let her be in control.
Climbing back up her body, he gently guided the gown down past her exposed quim and kissed her cheeks and nose, staring down at her with a smile. She softly moaned when she could smell her own essence on his breath.
"Good."
Etta did not know what that meant. Was he pleased with what had happened? He took a deep breath, pulled the covers up around her, and then lay down on the mattress atop the blankets, his hand draped across her waist.
Her eyes shut and she did not bother to ask about her next meal. She had no desire to drink from a bottle and felt that if she climbed from the bed, her legs would give out. Etta knew she would collapse, feeling wobbly as she needed her rest.
"Goodnight, my little love," he said, whispering the words into her ear. "I shall wake you for dinner."
There was no clock and the sky had darkened, but it was winter. It was much too hard to tell the hour. She drifted off to sleep, needing the rest, whether
Softly she moaned, her eyes slamming shut as he stirred the strange desire she had never felt before arriving at Ashby. Since then, her body had come alive in ways she never knew possible, and it happened more than once a day.
"That is a good girl. You are still so tight, though," he said, pushing a second digit inside her tight hole.
Etta shifted her hips and he removed his fingers, opening the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Taking out an item that Etta already recognized, he added some ointment before sliding a new plug into her bottom. This one felt bigger and stretched her as it eased inside her rear. Whimpering, she wanted the pain to stop.
"Relax," he said. "It will not hurt any more than it already does."
The pain was mixed with pleasure and as she felt her bottom completely full, he rolled her onto her back. "Spread your legs, Etta."
Licking her dry lips, she followed his command. Whatever he said, she would do. She wanted to please him and, more importantly, she did not want a replacement nanny tomorrow.
Wetness coated her quim and Papa bent down to her level, examining her folds as he spread them apart.
It felt strange to have someone staring so intimately at a place that no one had ever examined before today.
"I am going to kiss you," Papa said.
She expected him to climb up her body and cover her lips with his own, but instead his mouth descended onto the heat and fire down below. His breath tickled her bare skin as his fingers separated her folds further, licking her swollen nub.
Etta's bottom tightened on the plug, her cunny pulsating as he licked and sucked her bead of nerves that sent her shuddering on the mattress.
He guided two fingers into her wetness, stroking her as she trembled beneath him.
Her breathing grew in intensity, her heart slammed against the walls of her chest, begging to break free, as if her heart and emotions were imprisoned. She moaned, and her papa did not try and silence her pleas. Wetness coated his fingers and dripped from her pussy as he licked and sucked, drinking all of it in.
Etta's toes curled and her quim clenched around his digits. She wished there was more to fill her, not just the plug in her bottom but his cock in her quim. Would he ever give her what she desired? Was he waiting until they were actually married? He had seen she was still a virgin, her maidenhead being intact during the examination. What was he waiting for?
"I want you," she said, her words thick and filled with longing. Her fingers clung to his shirt, pulling it from his trousers, ready to undress him and pin him beneath her, though she doubted he would ever let her be in control.
Climbing back up her body, he gently guided the gown down past her exposed quim and kissed her cheeks and nose, staring down at her with a smile. She softly moaned when she could smell her own essence on his breath.
"Good."
Etta did not know what that meant. Was he pleased with what had happened? He took a deep breath, pulled the covers up around her, and then lay down on the mattress atop the blankets, his hand draped across her waist.
Her eyes shut and she did not bother to ask about her next meal. She had no desire to drink from a bottle and felt that if she climbed from the bed, her legs would give out. Etta knew she would collapse, feeling wobbly as she needed her rest.
"Goodnight, my little love," he said, whispering the words into her ear. "I shall wake you for dinner."
There was no clock and the sky had darkened, but it was winter. It was much too hard to tell the hour. She drifted off to sleep, needing the rest, whether
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