The Submission of Little Emmie by Zoe Blake Page A

honored," Lord Evers said with humor and aplomb.
    Papa placed his hand at the back of her neck and slowly pushed her down till she bent at the waist with her face in his lap. She felt Lord Evers’ cool fingers once again part her butt cheeks as he gently slid the offending object out. Emmie gave a sigh of relief as she felt her bottom hole contract. Lord Evers handed the hairbrush to his friend. 
    "You may stand Emmie." 
    She was horrified to see what Papa had in his hand. It was the hairbrush Nanny had used on her hair earlier this evening. It had been inside of her! Papa's eyes followed her gaze.
    "Yes Emmie. I just paddled you with your very own hairbrush. I used the handle part in your little bottom hole to help stretch it. Now every time Nanny brushes your hair you will remember your punishment here. I think it is past time we moved into dinner. No, Emmie. You must keep your hem up and your red bottom exposed for a while longer." 
    Lord Burkewood grasped her by the upper arm to lead her out of the drawing room, across the main hall and into the dining room...all with her naked bottom on full display. When they entered the dining room, Papa took her by the shoulders and directed her into the nearest corner.
    "You will stay with your nose pressed into this corner and your naked bum exposed to the room and servants as you think about what you did, little girl." He gave her bruised bottom a little pat and walked to the head of the table, gesturing for his guest to join him. 
    As Emmie's mind reeled from all that had just happened, the gentlemen enjoyed a lovely dinner.  As the sugared fruit and cheese platter was placed between them and they lounged over a final glass of wine, Lord Burkewood looked fondly to the little girl softly crying in the corner. She really was a treasure, he told Lord Evers. Indeed, he was a lucky man.
    "So Alex,” he asked when are you going to finally settle down and get a little one of your own."  He wanted his friend to experience the contentment and love he was now feeling. 
    Lord Evers chuckled at his friend's fatherly tone. "It is not that easy. While I am thrilled you have found a wonderful little girl with an obviously natural submissive temperament, I do not want quite the same. I want a little one I would have to bring to heel, as it were - one with more fight in her.  I guess I relish the possible challenge. I want someone with whom this lifestyle would not come easily, someone who would have a daily struggle before ultimately submitting to me." 
    Lord Evers stared at the ruby liquid in his glass pensively, imagining a future child-bride that may not exist but still hoping she was out there.
    "Well, I wish you well in your search,” Lord Burkewood said. “You are a good man, Alex, and I have to believe there is a wonderful woman who is far too spirited for her own good who would benefit from your firm hand. Cheers!"  They toasted.
    "Now I believe it is time I see to my own little girl," Lord Burkewood said with a grin.  "Emmie, come to Papa."
    Emmie came straight over and he settled her standing between his knees. 
    "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked. She nodded her head yes as she rubbed at her slightly tear swollen eyes. She truly was his precious little girl. 
    Picking up a simple plate of diced carrots, turnips and pheasant, he selected a juicy morsel and held it to her lips. "Open your mouth." 
    Emmie did as she was told, taking the piece from his fingertips. She glanced anxiously at Lord Evers as she did so. 
    "Papa, could I feed myself," she offered hesitantly, very much afraid of earning another paddling.
    "No. It pleases me to feed you," he replied as he held up a piece of carrot. "Open your mouth."  This time his finger followed the piece deep into her mouth, forcing her to suck on the tip. Lord Burkewood continued to hand feed her till her plate was cleaned. He then handed her a tall glass of milk and bade her drink every drop. Shortly afterward, Nanny