bottom hole till the tight quivering ring gave and the wooden hairbrush handle slid in an inch. Since it was only lubricated with her juices, he would not push it beyond a few inches. Emmie squirmed, trying to escape the foreign feeling of having something pushed so deeply into her bottom. It was far harder and wider than the thermometer that morning!
" Emmie, remember your lessons? Where is Papa punishing his little girl right now?" Emmie refused to answer so he pushed another inch of the hairbrush handle into her straining little rosebud. She groaned in pain and discomfort.
"Where?" he demanded again.
"In my ass," she replied, on a choking sob. Papa pulled the handle out to the very edge and then slowly pushed it back in, watching with his friend as her small hole was forced open by the unrelenting wood.
"It's like a small puckered mouth straining to swallow a wooden cock," laughed Lord Evers.
Emmie began to whimper as Papa twisted the object in her ass. He twirled it in one full circle, stretching the entrance to her bottom hole. He knew this was only the beginning. In due time, his little one's bottom hole would be stretched by all manner of objects from various shaped dildos to enema nozzles to his cock. He would have to be patient. She was extremely tiny and tight. It would take patience and careful training before she would be able to accept his cock with an acceptable amount of pain. He wanted to keep her tight enough where she would always need to strain to accept him but not so tight she tore if he chose to take her asshole roughly. Papa gave the handle one last small push, seating it just over two inches into her back passage and sat back to admire how it looked protruding obscenely from her two crimson globes.
" Emmie, I am going to have you stand now. You must keep the object Papa has placed in your bottom in place by squeezing your reddened cheeks. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head and Lord Burkewood made sure her back hem was secured around the special button he had placed between the shoulders of all her dresses before helping her rise slowly off his lap.
He gently removed the blindfold. Her face was blotchy and wet from tears and her eyes swollen from crying. She stood before him sniffling and awash in shame. She tried to reach back to feel the object pushing into her bottom but he grabbed both of her wrists. Emmie could feel the object start to slip and squeezed her butt cheeks to keep it in place, sending a fresh wave of pain across the surface of her badly bruised bottom.
"Tell Papa what you are feeling right now."
"I...I..." She was so mortified at her predicament she could not even form the words. She had just been soundly beaten with some kind of wooden object that was at this moment shoved up her rectum. To make matters worse, it was not just Papa who witnessed her shame, but a male friend of his as well!
"Go on. It is part of your punishment, Emmie, to articulate how you feel."
"I am so ashamed!" She broke down. "My bottom is so very sore. Papa, please take it out."
"Not until you at least see my view, old boy." Lord Evers chimed in. He was seated behind Emmie in the second wing chair by the fire, giving him a delightful view of her red and bruised bottom as her cheeks quivered and strained to keep the hairbrush in place.
Lord Burkewood took Emmie by the shoulders and turned her to face Alex. "Apologize to Lord Evers for delaying his dinner with your naughtiness."
"I am very sorry for delaying your dinner with my...with my naughtiness, Lord Evers." Emmie whispered.
Lord Burkewood moved behind her as she spoke, relishing the backside view she now presented. When she shot him a pleading look over her shoulder at him, he motioned for her to turn back around to face him.
"Since Lord Evers is our guest, I think he should be the one to remove the object from your little rosebud." Emmie's face flamed even hotter at the notion but remained silent.
"I would be
" Emmie, remember your lessons? Where is Papa punishing his little girl right now?" Emmie refused to answer so he pushed another inch of the hairbrush handle into her straining little rosebud. She groaned in pain and discomfort.
"Where?" he demanded again.
"In my ass," she replied, on a choking sob. Papa pulled the handle out to the very edge and then slowly pushed it back in, watching with his friend as her small hole was forced open by the unrelenting wood.
"It's like a small puckered mouth straining to swallow a wooden cock," laughed Lord Evers.
Emmie began to whimper as Papa twisted the object in her ass. He twirled it in one full circle, stretching the entrance to her bottom hole. He knew this was only the beginning. In due time, his little one's bottom hole would be stretched by all manner of objects from various shaped dildos to enema nozzles to his cock. He would have to be patient. She was extremely tiny and tight. It would take patience and careful training before she would be able to accept his cock with an acceptable amount of pain. He wanted to keep her tight enough where she would always need to strain to accept him but not so tight she tore if he chose to take her asshole roughly. Papa gave the handle one last small push, seating it just over two inches into her back passage and sat back to admire how it looked protruding obscenely from her two crimson globes.
" Emmie, I am going to have you stand now. You must keep the object Papa has placed in your bottom in place by squeezing your reddened cheeks. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head and Lord Burkewood made sure her back hem was secured around the special button he had placed between the shoulders of all her dresses before helping her rise slowly off his lap.
He gently removed the blindfold. Her face was blotchy and wet from tears and her eyes swollen from crying. She stood before him sniffling and awash in shame. She tried to reach back to feel the object pushing into her bottom but he grabbed both of her wrists. Emmie could feel the object start to slip and squeezed her butt cheeks to keep it in place, sending a fresh wave of pain across the surface of her badly bruised bottom.
"Tell Papa what you are feeling right now."
"I...I..." She was so mortified at her predicament she could not even form the words. She had just been soundly beaten with some kind of wooden object that was at this moment shoved up her rectum. To make matters worse, it was not just Papa who witnessed her shame, but a male friend of his as well!
"Go on. It is part of your punishment, Emmie, to articulate how you feel."
"I am so ashamed!" She broke down. "My bottom is so very sore. Papa, please take it out."
"Not until you at least see my view, old boy." Lord Evers chimed in. He was seated behind Emmie in the second wing chair by the fire, giving him a delightful view of her red and bruised bottom as her cheeks quivered and strained to keep the hairbrush in place.
Lord Burkewood took Emmie by the shoulders and turned her to face Alex. "Apologize to Lord Evers for delaying his dinner with your naughtiness."
"I am very sorry for delaying your dinner with my...with my naughtiness, Lord Evers." Emmie whispered.
Lord Burkewood moved behind her as she spoke, relishing the backside view she now presented. When she shot him a pleading look over her shoulder at him, he motioned for her to turn back around to face him.
"Since Lord Evers is our guest, I think he should be the one to remove the object from your little rosebud." Emmie's face flamed even hotter at the notion but remained silent.
"I would be
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