came to retrieve her. After watching Emmie's red naked bum disappear out of the room, the men rose and headed to the billiards room for a game and a brandy.
"Let's play a few games. In an hour you can watch Emmie's evening bottle feeding." Lord Burkewood said as he clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder, not missing how the other man’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Evening Bottle
Emmie slowly walked into the study an hour later. She was dressed in a short nightgown with small pink buttons down the front and an eyelet lace edge. Nanny was less than pleased with her outrageous behavior in front of Papa's guest and had not only scolded her, but also had added a few swats with her bare hand to Emmie's already abused bottom.
Her slow pace was due in part to her wounded bum and in part to her extreme reluctance. Nanny had ushered her into the darkened room and left, leaving Emmie to walk the final distance to her Papa and his guest. She clutched the doll Nanny allowed her to bring closer to her chest as she walked. Lord Burkewood was seated on the sofa and Lord Evers in a chair by the fire. They both had brandy snifters in their hands.
"Is it time for my sweet baby girl's bottle already?" Papa asked as he motioned for her to lie on his lap. He reached onto the table behind him and grabbed the bottle filled with warm milk and honey.
"Ask for it."
There was no more rebellion left in her for today. Besides, if she was absolutely honest with herself, she was learning to enjoy getting a bottle from her Papa. She felt safe and pampered in his arms and loved the way he stroked her hair and skin during the feedings.
"Papa, may I have my bottle?" she asked sweetly. He smiled and brought the nipple to her mouth.
"Open your mouth and suck hard, baby."
As she began to draw the warm sweet milk into her tummy, she felt Papa start to undo the buttons down the front of her nightgown. She looked over to where Lord Evers was silently observing them while sipping his brandy and began to whimper.
"Hush. Papa wants to play with his little one's titties while she takes her bottle." Lord Burkewood spread open the nightgown, exposing her bare breasts. He tested the weight of each one in his hand, marveling how full they were compared to her slight frame. Circling the aureole, he pinched her left nipple keeping the pressure on until her green eyes brightened with tears and she began to squirm. He noticed, however, that she did not stop sucking on her bottle. Such a sweet little submissive. She may not fully understand, but it was obvious her body craved his dominance. Leaning down, he laved one nipple with his tongue. He slowly drew it into his mouth and suckled her breast as she suckled her bottle. He applied pressure with his right arm, forcing her to arch her back and push her breast further into his mouth. He moved his left hand down her naval to cup her pussy through her cloth nappy. He began to suckle in earnest, first the left breast then the right, wanting to see if he could make her cum from only breast manipulation. He lifted his head to whisper in her ear.
"Papa cannot wait to teach his baby girl how to suck his cock later this evening."
Her eyes widened in fright and confusion. He caught and held her gaze as he bent his head and once again laved her nipple, circling it with his tongue. As she trembled in his embrace, he bared his teeth and gently bit down on her nipple. Emmie's world exploded. She dropped the bottle from her mouth as she cried out. She was so delightfully responsive, he thought as he observed her orgasm.
"Good girl," Papa said as he patted her pussy. The gesture brought Emmie back to the present and reminded her in a humiliating rush that she was wearing a diaper. "Finish your bottle," he said as he pushed the nipple past her small pink lips. Once she had swallowed every drop, he refastened her nightgown and stood, still cradling her in his arms. He gave her cheek a
"Let's play a few games. In an hour you can watch Emmie's evening bottle feeding." Lord Burkewood said as he clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder, not missing how the other man’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Evening Bottle
Emmie slowly walked into the study an hour later. She was dressed in a short nightgown with small pink buttons down the front and an eyelet lace edge. Nanny was less than pleased with her outrageous behavior in front of Papa's guest and had not only scolded her, but also had added a few swats with her bare hand to Emmie's already abused bottom.
Her slow pace was due in part to her wounded bum and in part to her extreme reluctance. Nanny had ushered her into the darkened room and left, leaving Emmie to walk the final distance to her Papa and his guest. She clutched the doll Nanny allowed her to bring closer to her chest as she walked. Lord Burkewood was seated on the sofa and Lord Evers in a chair by the fire. They both had brandy snifters in their hands.
"Is it time for my sweet baby girl's bottle already?" Papa asked as he motioned for her to lie on his lap. He reached onto the table behind him and grabbed the bottle filled with warm milk and honey.
"Ask for it."
There was no more rebellion left in her for today. Besides, if she was absolutely honest with herself, she was learning to enjoy getting a bottle from her Papa. She felt safe and pampered in his arms and loved the way he stroked her hair and skin during the feedings.
"Papa, may I have my bottle?" she asked sweetly. He smiled and brought the nipple to her mouth.
"Open your mouth and suck hard, baby."
As she began to draw the warm sweet milk into her tummy, she felt Papa start to undo the buttons down the front of her nightgown. She looked over to where Lord Evers was silently observing them while sipping his brandy and began to whimper.
"Hush. Papa wants to play with his little one's titties while she takes her bottle." Lord Burkewood spread open the nightgown, exposing her bare breasts. He tested the weight of each one in his hand, marveling how full they were compared to her slight frame. Circling the aureole, he pinched her left nipple keeping the pressure on until her green eyes brightened with tears and she began to squirm. He noticed, however, that she did not stop sucking on her bottle. Such a sweet little submissive. She may not fully understand, but it was obvious her body craved his dominance. Leaning down, he laved one nipple with his tongue. He slowly drew it into his mouth and suckled her breast as she suckled her bottle. He applied pressure with his right arm, forcing her to arch her back and push her breast further into his mouth. He moved his left hand down her naval to cup her pussy through her cloth nappy. He began to suckle in earnest, first the left breast then the right, wanting to see if he could make her cum from only breast manipulation. He lifted his head to whisper in her ear.
"Papa cannot wait to teach his baby girl how to suck his cock later this evening."
Her eyes widened in fright and confusion. He caught and held her gaze as he bent his head and once again laved her nipple, circling it with his tongue. As she trembled in his embrace, he bared his teeth and gently bit down on her nipple. Emmie's world exploded. She dropped the bottle from her mouth as she cried out. She was so delightfully responsive, he thought as he observed her orgasm.
"Good girl," Papa said as he patted her pussy. The gesture brought Emmie back to the present and reminded her in a humiliating rush that she was wearing a diaper. "Finish your bottle," he said as he pushed the nipple past her small pink lips. Once she had swallowed every drop, he refastened her nightgown and stood, still cradling her in his arms. He gave her cheek a
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