Chosen to Be His Little Angeline (7 page)

Blackhurst stared down at the pale, cream skin of her inner thigh. He watched the warm yellow glow of sunlight as it danced across her skin, shining light and heat on her sweet cunny. He could still taste her honeyed arousal on his tongue. If he looked closely, he could see a hint of her shimmer from that same arousal now. She may be afraid of her coming punishment and of the mortification of the outdoor setting, but her body still responded to him.

Blackhurst grouped together his handful of birch branches till he had a nice grip. His punishment birch rod was ready.

"Turn over onto your knees," he demanded. "Arch your back with your bottom in the air."

Angeline looked at him incredulously. "What…what are you going to do?" she asked. Her voice barely above a whisper.

"I am going to birch that rebellious bottom of yours."

Angeline tried to scramble back on that same rebellious bottom, but Blackhurst was too quick for her. Grabbing her ankle, he dragged her forward, then flipped her onto her stomach. Angeline started to scream and shout. "You have no right! You have no right!"

"I'm taking the right," he growled before snatching both of her wrists.

Wrapping the sash from her costume around each wrist, he then secured it around the trunk of the birch tree a few feet up from the ground. With her wrists tied to the tree, Angeline was forced into a bent kneeling position, with her back flat while her naked bottom remained exposed and vulnerable. She tried to tuck her knees under her to protect her bottom, but a harsh smack from Blackhurst on her thigh stopped the effort.

"You will stay on your knees with your bottom up and out, or you will regret it."

Blackhurst remained upright on his knees, close to her side. He took a moment to caress her bare, pale skin.

In a softened voice, he said, "You placed yourself in grave danger, Angeline." He closed his eyes as if to block out the troubling image as he continued. "Had I not reached you in time, I do not want to think how you would have been used by that man and his friends. If I am harsh, it is only to protect you from your own rash foolishness." He buried his other hand in her soft curls as his voice broke with emotion. "You are under my protection. It is my duty to keep you safe and I cannot do that if you disobey me."

"I'm so sorry," sobbed Angeline, tearfully regretting her petulant mood that led her to defy him by leaving her room in the first place.

"I know you are, but you must still be punished," he said in a resigned firm tone. "Know this. I would not punish you if I did not care for you very much, little one."

Once again, he picked up his freshly made birching rod. Raising his arm, he took one last look at the creamy ivory skin of her backside before bringing the handful of branches down.

The burst of jagged, biting pain caught Angeline so by surprise that she choked on her own scream. The sound that escaped was more a gurgling whine. Blackhurst continued to pepper her bottom with slash after relentless slash. Finally, Angeline found her voice and cried out in agony.

"Oh god, it hurts! Please, oh god. Stop…you must…you must," she wept. Her pitiful attempts to avoid the thrashing rod by shifting her hips were thwarted by Blackhurst's restraining hand on her lower back.

"I will stop when my little one's bottom has paid the price for her foolishness."

Angeline's eyes were swollen and blurred with tears. Her palms ached from grasping at the rough bark of the birch tree trunk in a futile attempt to release her bound wrists and somehow save herself from this torment. When he had spanked her in the study, there had least been the intimate contact of his hand spreading an unknown heat as well as pain. It was not the same with the birch rod. The cold detachment of the branches made each stinging contact all the more painful. Her bottom felt as if it was covered with a thousand bite marks. It stung and itched and each excruciating throb made it worse, but still he thrashed her.

As the skin on her bottom reddened and swelled, it stretched and became even more sensitive. Angeline could feel the agonizing scrape of each twig on each branch.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, it hurts. I can't take it. Please!"

Her howling sobs fell on deaf ears. Angeline looked over her shoulder. Sweat glistened on Lord Blackhurst's exposed chest, and with his dark scowl and horns, at that very moment she was convinced he really was the evil, mythic Minotaur, and that this punishment would never end.

Blackhurst did not believe in a set number of spanks and especially did not believe in having little ones count them off. In his mind, it allowed them to pace out the punishment. He felt it was far more effective if the little one had no idea when the punishment was going to end.

Blackhurst looked down at the glowing red bottom of his little angel. The curve of each cheek took the brunt of his lash, each blushing a crimson red. Both showed some horizontal slash marks where a branch scraped her soft, sensitive skin, but it was nothing that would not heal in a day or two. He set down the rod and moved to kneel behind her.

When Angeline saw him out of the corner of a bleary eye putting down the birching rod, she became lightheaded with relief. Sagging against her wrist bindings, she leaned her forehead against the trunk of the tree and cried even harder. Unfortunately, her respite from punishment was short-lived.

Blackhurst placed a large hand on the center of each painfully throbbing globe and squeezed, hard. Angeline's threw her head back with a wail as her back arched. The full contact on her sensitive bottom was almost overwhelming.

"Don't. Don't. Please, god. Don't touch me there!" she besought.

"
Mon amorette
, I'm going to do far more than touch you," he warned as he relished in the heat radiating from her chastened bottom. Massaging his hands over the smooth curves of her bottom and upper thighs, he ignored her whimpers of distress. "I don't think you thanked me for punishing you, little one."

Angeline sniffed as she tried to take in what he was asking of her. "You can't mean for me to…"

"Thank Papa for your punishment, little one," he said, giving her sore right cheek a pinch.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Thank you…Papa."

"For what, little one?" he asked, stroking her raw bottom, giving her left cheek a similar pinch.

"Thank you for my punishment, Papa," she said through fresh tears.

"I believe you can think of a better way of thanking me," Blackhurst said. Forcing his hand between the seam of her bottom cheeks, he rubbed his two middle fingers over her cunny, discovering her secret shame. Despite the pain and humiliation, she was aroused.

"Yes, I do believe you can think of a better way of thanking me since you perhaps enjoyed your punishment a little bit," he said with a hint of amusement as he continued to rub her cunny.

"No, no," she cried. "I don't understand. I didn't like it. I swear. I don't understand."

"It's all right, little one. Papa understands. Now ask Papa very sweetly to fuck you."

"But I'm still tender from last night…and now…I'm stinging from my punishment, I don't want to... to do…that…that," she stammered.

"Little one, this isn't about what you want, it is about what Papa wants. Now ask me nicely to fuck you before I get the birch rod again."

"No, please don't," she sobbed. "Please, Papa, please fuck me."

"That is better. I will make an obedient, little one out of you yet," he said, stroking her soft, curly hair before releasing his cock from his britches.

Blackhurst pushed the broad head of his shaft against her tiny entrance. In the bright sunlight he could see she was still red and puffy from him taking her maidenhead the night before. He watched as her body was forced to accept his cock, feeling her tight heat wrap around him. Slowly driving forward, he did not relent till his hips felt the warmth from her punished backside.

Whimpering and squirming, Angeline took deep breaths as her body strained against his painful entry. "Please, not so far," she simpered. It burned. It felt like he was tearing into her all over again. Would it feel like this every time he took her? She gasped as the ridged head of his cock rubbed along her delicate inner muscles as he pulled free, only to thrust back into her constricted passage.

Blackhurst took a handful of her soft flesh in each hand and spread her bottom wide. Angeline groaned but knew better than to make any further protest. Her sweet cunny entrance was stretched obscenely wide to accommodate the girth of his cock as it pushed and pulled its way into her body. He ran his thumb along the edge, collecting her cream, the evidence of her coerced arousal.

Running his thumb up from her cunny, he circled her small rosebud. It trembled and puckered tight at his touch.

"What…what are you doing?" she asked tremulously.

"Shhh."

Blackhurst moved the pad of his thumb in small circles around her rosebud, softly applying more pressure. The slightly darker pink skin glistened with her own cream. Finally, after pausing with his cock thrust achingly deep inside her, he pressed hard against her hidden entrance till his thumb pushed in to the first knuckle.

Angeline started and tried to pull forward away from his intrusive thumb.

"Stop! Not there!"

Blackhurst ignored her pleas, ramming his thumb in further. Moving it in sweeping circles along the tight muscled rim, he began opening her back entrance.

This pain was different from anything Angeline had experienced so far. The slightest movement of his thumb sent a sharp stabbing pain through her middle.

"Stop. It hurts. My stomach hurts. You must stop. I beg you."

Blackhurst pressed down on his thumb, widening her tight back entrance further as he increased the driving thrusts of his cock. With his free hand, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her soft hair, pulling hard. Angeline's head snapped back, forcing her whole body to once again painfully arch. The movement pushed her bottom higher in the air, forcing his thumb in deeper. Blackhurst's thrusts came faster and fiercer.

"You will learn to cum only through pain," he snarled against her ear before nipping at it.

His harsh grip on her hair, the sharp cramping feel of his thumb buried deep in her bottom, the bruising pace of his cock as it pummeled her already sore cunny. It was all too much for Angeline. With a scream, the breath left her body in a dizzying rush as a hot band of release snapped. After a few more brutal thrusts, Blackhurst viciously pulled out of her abused cunny and roared his release against her now slightly opened rosebud.

His breath coming in harsh gasps, he warned her, "Do not move. Keep your knees spread open. Papa wants to watch his hot cream as it drips from your bottom hole."

Angeline was too emotionally drained and physically sated to even think of disobeying him.

* * * * *

Sometime later, after Blackhurst had cleaned her up and placed her once more in the now wrinkled-beyond-repair costume, they made their way out of the maze.

Angeline looked up at his handsome profile. "I didn't know," she said softly.

Blackhurst looked down at her sweet, heart-shaped face. "Didn't know what,
mon amorette
?"

She could still feel the warm heat radiating from her punished bottom as the soft fabric of her costume brushed against it. Angeline twisted her hands in knots, she hesitantly tried to explain. "I was angry when the maid told me I couldn't eat all the fancy things the other guests were and then when she said there was to be this amusement with scandalous costumes in a wonderful maze but I wasn't allowed to attend, I…well…"

"You thought I was denying you a grand adventure," Blackhurst helpfully finished.

"Yes," she responded forlornly.

He caught her chin and looked deep into her troubled blue eyes. "My sweet little angel, the very last thing in this world I want to do is deny you pleasure. You have given my life new purpose. Watching as your body learns to respond to my touch, as you come to terms with your need to experience the pinch of pain to reach the true intensity of a release. Knowing it is I who will be responsible for your care and discipline. Trust me, little one, it is not my aim to deny you a grand adventure but to be your grand adventure!" he said with a smile as he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

Angeline blushed prettily. After the haze of pleasure had waned, leaving only the throbbing pain of her punished bottom, she had begun to worry he would consider her too much of a bother for disobeying him. Each time he had disciplined her it had been for her own good, she realized, to save her from harm and from her own thoughtless inclinations. When he was not punishing her, he was wonderful and charming and so…so…she didn't even have the words to describe how he made her feel. All she knew was her whole world tilted when he was near.

* * * * *

On the way through the hedge tunnel, they passed another partially secluded nook. Angeline's eyes grew wide as she saw the elegant Lady Shackelton naked on her knees much as she had just been. Behind her, looking every inch the beast-like Minotaur was Lord Fairfax.

"Brace yourself, Maddie my dear. It's time to test that loosened arsehole of yours."