Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Emily

With trembling hands, I peeled off the soaked polka dot panties, letting them fall to the towel with a soft splat. Completely naked now, I approached the pink rocking horse. The straps and cuffs seemed to leer at me, promising pain and humiliation. Unable to look at anything but the horrid pastel thing, I got onto the foot rests, swinging my knee over the padded body of the horse. I felt my bare, split bottom raised high and exposed to the room as I bent to take hold of the dowels that made the handles low on its neck.

Lord Adrian secured my wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs, leaving me helplessly spread and vulnerable. The position forced my back to arch, pushing my bottom out even further. I could feel the cool air on my exposed flesh, making me acutely aware of how open and defenseless I was. The horse rocked a little under me, in a terribly suggestive, naughty way.

"For playing with herself without permission," my Daddy announced to the room, "Emily will receive twenty strokes with the cane. She will count each one and thank me for it."

I heard a gasp from the audience, and I felt certain it had come from the little girls and fuck toys. Alongside it, I heard another of those appreciative murmurs. I bit my lip as a whimper came from my own throat and I perceived it as if it had emerged from some other girl.

"Young lady," Lord Adrian said, "you will ride your horsey as you are punished. Begin."

Daddy… please… no… I didn't say it, though. I knew the stakes. I must accept my punishment gratefully, if I wanted to stay with the man I had fallen in love with, despite how insane I would have called such a thing ten days ago.

With a sob, trying desperately to ignore the audience and think only about my Daddy and his care for me, I started to shift my weight, leaning forward and then back. I sobbed again at the utterly humiliation of the feeling, the image I couldn't keep from mind's eye, of the naked red-haired girl on the pink punishment horse, riding so provocatively, so naughtily. The squirming of her still wet bottom… the way she had to show her Daddy and his guests her smooth pussy and even the little bud of her bottom hole.

I heard the whistle of the cane cutting through the air a split second before it landed with a searing crack across my upturned bottom. Pain exploded across my flesh, and I couldn't hold back a cry.

"One!" I gasped out. "Thank you, Daddy!"

A little ripple of applause passed through the audience and I felt my cheeks color deeply. To be punished naked, on a pink rocking horse in front of all these gorgeously dressed, wealthy people… I sobbed as I kept riding, trying to obey despite the agony.

The second stroke fell just below the first, igniting another line of fire. Tears sprang to my eyes as I counted. "Two! Thank you, Daddy!"

By the fifth stroke, I was sobbing openly, my bottom feeling like my Daddy had set it literally ablaze. Each impact of the cane sent shockwaves of agony through my body. With every creak of the wooden horse between my legs I let out a submissive whimper, which rose to a shriek of pain when the horrid cane laid its burning kiss across my working backside.

"F-five," I choked out. "Thank you, Daddy."

Lord Adrian paused, his hand coming to rest on my lower back, not stopping my humiliating rocking but helping me go back and forth. "You're doing well, young lady," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. "Remember why you're being punished."

I nodded miserably as I rocked, tears streaming down my face. Any thought of arousal had gone away with the terrible, searing pain: my Daddy was teaching me that the pleasure between my thighs belonged to him. To steal it brought the consequences a bad girl earned.

The brief respite only seemed to make the next stroke hurt even more. I jerked against my restraints, a strangled cry escaping my lips.

"Six! Thank you, Daddy!"

The punishment continued relentlessly. By the fifteenth stroke, I was barely coherent, my voice hoarse from screaming out my counts. My bottom felt raw and swollen, each new impact of the cane pure agony on top of the earlier welts.

"Sixteen! Thank you, Daddy!" I sobbed out, my voice cracking. The pain was overwhelming, each stroke of the cane feeling like it was tearing my flesh apart. Tears streamed down my face as I continued to rock back and forth on the humiliating pink horse, exposing my most intimate parts to the room with each movement.

I could hear murmurs of approval from the audience, punctuated by occasional gasps or appreciative comments. The knowledge that all these people were watching my degradation and punishment added terribly to my shame and humiliation, just as I knew my Daddy wanted.

"Seventeen! Thank you, Daddy!" My bottom felt like it was on fire, the welts crisscrossing my tender flesh throbbing in agony. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but I knew I had to endure. I had to prove to my Daddy and to Selecta that I could be a good girl.

The eighteenth stroke landed with vicious force, and I screamed out my count, barely remembering to thank my Daddy through the haze of pain. My entire world had narrowed to the burning agony of my backside and the relentless rocking motion of the horse.

"Nineteen! Thank you, Daddy!" I was sobbing uncontrollably now, my body shaking with each hitching breath. Just one more, I told myself. One more and it would be over.

The final stroke seemed to cut through all the others, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

"Twenty!" I screamed, my voice raw and broken. "Thank you, Daddy!"

The room fell silent except for the sound of my ragged breathing and quiet sobs. I remained bent over the rocking horse, my body trembling from the exertion and pain. My bottom felt like it was on fire, each welt throbbing in agonizing rhythm with my racing heart.

"Well done, young lady," Lord Adrian said, his voice carrying easily through the quiet room. "You took your punishment beautifully."

I heard murmurs of agreement from the assembled guests. My cheeks burned with shame at the reminder of our audience, but a small part of me glowed with pride at my Daddy's praise.

Lord Adrian's hand came to rest on my lower back, a soothing presence amidst the sea of pain. "Now then," he continued, addressing the room. "I believe it's time to show everyone just how thoroughly my little Emily belongs to me."

My breath caught in my throat. Surely he didn't mean…

But of course he did. I felt his fingers trail down my spine, over the burning welts on my bottom, to probe at my exposed sex. Despite the pain, despite my shame and exhaustion, I felt a flicker of arousal at his touch.

"I wish you could all feel how wet she is," Lord Adrian announced, his fingers exploring my folds. "Even after such a harsh punishment, my little girl's body knows to whom she belongs."

I whimpered softly, torn between mortification and a burning need that seemed somehow to match the searing agony of the cane. I heard the rustle of fabric as Lord Adrian undid his trousers. My heart raced, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation coursing through me.

"Emily belongs to me," he announced to the room. "And I'm going to claim her now, in front of all of you."

With no further warning, he thrust into me in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my body struggling to accommodate him. The pain in my bottom seemed to intensify as he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves through my welted flesh.

"That's it, young lady," Lord Adrian growled. "Take Daddy's cock like a good girl."

He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against my tender bottom with each thrust. I sobbed and whimpered, overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure. The rocking horse creaked beneath us, adding to the obscene soundtrack of skin slapping against skin and my muffled cries.

"Look at how eagerly she takes it," I heard Lady Edna comment. "Such a naughty little thing."

"Adrian certainly knows how to give her what she needs," another voice agreed. "I think we can leave her with him."

Their words sent fresh waves of humiliation through me. I burned with shame at being used so publicly, at how my body was responding despite the pain and degradation. Yet I couldn't deny the growing pleasure coiling in my belly, building with each of my Daddy's forceful thrusts.

Lord Adrian's pace grew more frantic, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me relentlessly. The pain from my caning blurred with the pleasure of his cock stretching and filling me, creating a confusing whirlwind of sensation.

"To whom do you belong, young lady?" he growled, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts.

"You, Daddy!" I cried out, my voice raw and broken. "I belong to you!"

"That's right," he grunted. "You must never forget it."

I felt the familiar tension building low in my belly, a counterpoint to the burning agony of my welted bottom. Part of me was horrified at my body's response — how could I possibly be aroused after such a brutal punishment, while being used in front of an audience? But a larger part of me reveled in it, embracing the twisted pleasure.

"Daddy," I whimpered, suddenly remembering that my pleasure belonged to him and wanting to show him, and his guests, that I had learned my lesson. "Please… I'm so close…"

"Not yet," he commanded sharply. "You come when I say you may, little girl."

I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to hold back my release. Lord Adrian's thrusts grew even more forceful, each impact sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my overstimulated body.

"Now, Emily," he finally growled. "Come for Daddy. Show everyone how much you love being fucked after your punishment."

His words pushed me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I climaxed. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over me, momentarily drowning out the searing pain in my bottom. My aching sheath clenched rhythmically around Lord Adrian's cock as he continued to thrust into me, prolonging my orgasm.

"Good girl," he grunted, his movements becoming erratic. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me and I felt the warm rush of his release.

For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, both panting heavily. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the rocking horse. Then, slowly, Lord Adrian withdrew from me, leaving me feeling terribly empty — but also giving me hope that my Daddy would fuck me again soon, because I had pleased him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice slightly breathless but filled with satisfaction, "I believe I've demonstrated my ability to discipline Emily properly and control her as fully as she needs. She is mine, thoroughly and completely."

A smattering of applause broke out among the guests. I remained bent over the rocking horse, my face burning with shame even as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through my body. My bottom throbbed in agony, each welt feeling like a line of fire across my tender flesh.

"Indeed you have, my lord," Mr. Jameson's voice boomed out. "I think we can all agree that Emily is in good hands. Or should I say, over a good knee?" He chuckled at his own joke, and several others joined in. "Ms. Pierce, you agree, I hope?"

I raised my head to see that Sarah had taken a stand directly in front of the awful rocking horse. She looked into my eyes, and then glanced down at the handheld in her hand. I thought I saw annoyance in her eyes, and it made my heart jump for joy, because I felt certain I knew what she would say, though I could tell she didn't like it.

"I do," Sarah said, returning her cold gaze to my eyes. "Her arousal numbers show that she responds well to his lordship's discipline." She raised her eyes to look behind me. "My lord, we will continue to monitor your arrangement with Emily. I remind you that you are expected to give her a good deal of attention."

I swallowed hard, suddenly and irrationally frightened that my Daddy didn't want to devote so much energy to caring for me. I felt his hand on my back, though, rubbing gently, and I heard his deep voice filled with an unambiguous affection that filled my chest with light.

"I promise. Especially if you kind people of Selecta provide the sort of assistance I know you can in keeping my affairs afloat. I promise to do what I can to help you attain the position in the corporate firmament you so clearly desire."

"I think," said Mr. Jameson, "I can promise our support."

* * *

Much later, in his sumptuous bed, my Daddy fucked my needy pussy again, so gently I could hardly believe he was the same Daddy who had caned me on the rocking horse and used me so brutally in front of his guests. Afterwards, he held me close.

"My sweet Emily," Lord Adrian murmured, stroking my hair gently as he held me in his arms. "You were so brave tonight. So good for Daddy."

I snuggled closer, basking in his warmth and praise. The pain in my bottom had faded to a dull throb, a constant reminder of my punishment and subsequent claiming. Part of me still couldn't believe what had transpired — the public humiliation, the brutal caning, being used so thoroughly in front of an audience. And yet, lying here in my Daddy's arms, I felt… safe. Cherished, even.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, my voice slightly hoarse from screaming earlier. "I... I'm glad I pleased you."

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "You did more than please me, little one. You've proven yourself worthy of being my bad girl. My sweet, naughty Emily."

I felt a warmth bloom in my chest at his words. It was mad, I knew, to feel this way about a man who had just subjected me to such degradation. But I couldn't deny the growing affection - dare I say love? - I felt for Lord Adrian.

"Daddy," I began hesitantly, "what... what happens now?"

He was quiet for a moment, his hand continuing its soothing strokes through my hair. "Now, my darling," he said finally, "we begin our life together properly. You'll stay here with me, in this house. I'll continue to train you, to discipline you when necessary, and to care for you as my little girl."

I felt a shiver run through me at his words, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "And… and Selecta?" I asked softly.

"They'll continue to monitor us," Lord Adrian replied, his tone turning slightly harder. "But they've agreed to let our arrangement stand. As long as I keep you properly disciplined and cared for, you'll remain mine."

I nodded against his chest, processing this information. Part of me still recoiled at the idea of being owned, of being subject to such strict control and discipline. But a larger part — the part that had responded so eagerly to my Daddy's touch even after such brutal punishment — craved it.

"Yours, Daddy," I whispered, smiling up at him. "Yes."

The End