The Institute:Mishka's Spanking: Age Play Discipline Romance (3 page)

“
Mishka,”
I murmured. “Show Papa where it hurts.”

“Here.” She nodded down at my hand, still gently caressing her breasts. “It hurts here, Papa.”

“I think I see the problem,” I told her. “The lace of your bra is scratching your sensitive little breasts. Would you like to take it off for me,
mishka?”

Andi bit her lush bottom lip, pretending to be indecisive.

“But then you’d see my nipples, Papa.”

“That’s all right, my darling,” I assured her gently. “Papa likes your nipples. And if they’re hurting, it will be easier for me to make you feel better without your bra in the way.”

“Well…all right. You can take it off.”

Andi spread out beside me on the bed, trusting and open, making herself vulnerable to me. My heart swelled—she allows no one else in like this—trusts no one with her heart and her body but me. It causes a fierce possessiveness to rise in me, seeing my Babygirl open herself in this way.

Slowly, I unbuttoned her blouse and then unhooked her bra. Peeling it back, I bared her lovely breasts. Andi wears only a B cup and has complained often to me that she thinks her breasts are too small but to me they are perfect. They fit in my hands and my mouth just right and her tight, pink nipples are extremely sensitive.

Knowing this, I trailed just the tip of one finger around her tight, pink peaks. She moaned and wiggled on the bed, thrusting her chest up to get more of my touch.

“Papa,
please,”
she begged in a soft, restless voice.

“Please what, my darling?” I asked softly. “Do your nipples hurt? Do you want Papa to kiss them and make them all better?”

“Yes, Papa—please.” Andi nodded and pressed her breasts up to me again.

I felt my cock surge again as I leaned down and lapped gently at one tight pink bud. As I said, Andi has extremely sensitive nipples—I am always careful not to treat her too roughly when I suck and taste her here.

She responded very well to my light touch, moaning and writhing under me, trying to get more of her nipple into my mouth.

Relenting, I sucked her gently, feeling the tight peak swell against my tongue as she cried and gasped. I could only imagine how wet this was making her sweet little pussy but I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

Sure enough, after I had been sucking and lapping her tight nipples for a while, Andi tugged my hair to get my attention.

“Papa, my bottom still stings,” she complained softly.

“Then maybe you should roll over and let me see it,” I murmured. “But take off your panties first, so Papa can get a good look.”

“Yes, Papa.” She shimmied out of the white silk panties which were soaked by now and tossed them along with her blouse and bra over the side of the bed. Now she was completely naked for me—her sweet, curvy body on display.

I could not resist running my hands all over her tender flesh, stroking her arms and legs and belly and thighs as she quivered and moaned, moving almost like a kitten that is longing to be caressed, under my touch. Andi loves to be petted like this—it warms her up for other things, for deeper pleasures. She loves my hands on her and I love to touch her—sometimes I feel I could stroke her like this for hours. But now I wanted more. I motioned for her to turn over.

Andi started to roll on her stomach but I stopped her.

“No,
mishka—
up on your hands and knees,” I murmured. “Then spread your legs and tilt your ass up so Papa can see exactly where it hurts.”

Shivering, she did exactly as I said. Spreading her thighs wide, she tilted her pelvis, pushing her bottom, still red from the paddling, up and out. Of course, this position also put her pussy on display. I had to bite back a groan as I saw it—she was so wet and open for me. Her outer pussy lips were swollen and hot, spreading to show her inner folds, slick with her juices. Peeping out at me was the little pink pearl of her clit, begging to be licked and sucked and stroked. But I wanted to take things slowly.

“Tell me, Babygirl,” I murmured, stroking her still-red ass gently. “Is this where it hurts?”

“Some…” Andi moved restively and spread her thighs a little wider.

“Here?” I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on one reddened cheek. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy now—warm and fragrant just for me. I knew what she wanted but I was going to take my time giving it to her.

“Yes, there. But…lower,” Andi whispered breathlessly.

“Here?” I let my fingers travel lower, to her inner thighs which were shiny with her juices. As always, our play had turned her on so much that her pussy was extremely wet. Andi used to get embarrassed about this until I assured her of how much I loved her creamy little slit—loved how wet it got for me. Now she has no shame in presenting her naked cunt to me and letting me stroke and caress her slippery folds until she comes all over my fingers or my face.

She moved against my hands again.

“Deeper,” she whispered.

“Here?” I heard my voice go deep with lust as I stroked the swollen outer lips of her pussy with two fingers. I was careful not to touch her inner cunt yet—I wanted to tease her.

“Yes, Papa,” she whispered again.

“But this is your pussy,
mishka,”
I murmured, continuing to stroke her. “Are you telling me that your pussy hurts? Do you need Papa to stroke your soft little pussy and make it feel better?”

“Please…
yes.”
She wiggled against my hand and at last I allowed myself to stroke her there. Slipping my middle finger into her swollen folds, I circled her clit ever so gently, touching her just the way I knew she needed to be touched.

Andi cried out and ground against my hand, rubbing shamelessly against my fingers as I caressed her throbbing bud.

“Papa!” she moaned.

“That’s right, Babygirl,” I growled, still stroking her. “That’s right—spread your hot little pussy for Papa. Spread wide and let me make you feel good—so good with my fingers.”

But as beautiful as she was like this, I didn’t want her coming on my fingers. My mouth was watering for the taste of her—for the flavor of her sweet little cunt spread wide and trembling against my tongue.

I withdrew my fingers which made Andi moan in disappointment.

“It’s all right,
mishka,”
I told her softly. “Papa just wants to make you feel better in another way.”

“How?” She looked over her shoulder at me and I could see her need in those big, brown eyes. God, she was beautiful! My cock was throbbing hard—begging to get out so that I could bury myself in her tight little cunt. But I wanted to taste her first.

“I think maybe your little pussy is too swollen to be helped with just my fingers,” I told her. “I think maybe I should kiss you instead and make you feel better with my tongue. Would you like that, Babygirl? Would you like to open your pussy for Papa and let him kiss you better?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Papa,
yes.”

“Good girl,” I murmured, helping her turn over. “Lie on your back and open up. Spread your pussy for Papa.”

Andi moaned breathlessly and did as I told her. Lying on her back, she opened her thighs, presenting herself to me, trusting me to pleasure her.

The sight of her naked, open cunt spread so wide for me made my shaft feel like it was strangling in my trousers. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

I got off the bed and knelt before her, pulling her to the edge in order to reach her better. She was spread open like a feast—her smooth little pussy lips all swollen and pink just for me. Every since the Institute, I keep her shaved clean—we both like it better that way and I enjoy shaving Andi myself, of course.

Now, seeing her bare little pussy on display, I couldn’t wait any more. Leaning down, I placed a hot, open mouthed kiss against her inner cunt, kissing her there as though I was kissing her mouth.

Andi moaned and surged up to meet me, thrusting her pussy against my tongue in her eagerness. Her flavor filled my mouth—wet and juicy and hot. I wanted to lick her until I felt her coming against my tongue, writhing helplessly under me. But there is a certain way Andi likes to be tasted—a certain way we do things when we play.

“Now, now…” I placed one hand on her belly, holding her down firmly. “Settle down,
mishka,”
I told her sternly. “You have to hold still for Papa. Just relax and let Papa kiss your sweet pussy until you feel better. All right?”

“All right, Papa—I’ll try,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“Good girl,” I told her, rubbing my cheek against her inner thigh, scratching her gently with my whiskers. “Such a good girl to let your Papa kiss your pussy,
mishka.”

She responded with another moan and then I was tasting her, lapping the sweet honey from her cunt and tracing her throbbing clit with the tip of my tongue while she cried and gasped and tried to hold still for me as I had ordered.

Of course, she could not. As I buried my face between her thighs, I felt her trembling under my tongue, her hips bucking helplessly up to meet me as I licked her deeper and deeper. I wound my arms around her thighs and split her wider, wanting to get my tongue inside her, wanting to feel her sweet inner walls quivering around me as I pressed into her. God, her pussy was
wet
—she felt so small and delicate and perfect beneath me, my Andi…my
mishka.

She was crying my name—sometimes calling me “Salt,” sometimes “Papa” and her hands were buried in my hair, urging me on. I thrust deep inside her, pressing into her channel, feeling her open for my tongue as she would soon be opening for my cock. I couldn’t wait to fill her but I wanted to feel her coming first. I am very large and Andi is small—I like to make her come at least once with my tongue before I fuck her. It helps her open up, helps me slip my cock inside her.

I began lashing her throbbing clit with my tongue and then I pressed two fingers deep into her trembling cunt.

“Ah!”
She moaned and surged upward, her tight little channel squeezing me hard. I tasted fresh wetness and knew she was coming—coming all over my mouth just as I had wanted her to.

I rode out her pleasure, holding her tight, staying with her though she bucked fiercely against my tongue and pulled my hair. God, she was beautiful when she came! I couldn’t wait to fuck her much longer—I wanted to feel her inner walls squeezing my shaft, milking the cum out of me.

When she at last loosened her grip on my hair and stopped thrusting her hips, I looked up at her. She had a little smile playing around her lush lips but her eyes were still hungry.

“Was that good,
mishka?”
I murmured, stroking her belly, which still trembled a little from her orgasm. “Does your pussy feel better now?”

“Mostly
better.” She bit her lip. “But it’s still so
empty
inside, Papa. And that hurts too.”

“Poor little darling.” I joined her on the bed again and kissed her, giving her the taste of herself on my tongue.

Andi moaned hungrily and licked and sucked my lips, trying to get every last trace of her juices. I kissed her back, pulling her delicate, curvy little body close to mine. She eagerly unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. I knew I needed to be in her soon, but we were still playing and I wanted to do it right.

“Babygirl,” I said, breaking the kiss at last. “Tell me what would make you feel better. Tell Papa how to make your pussy feel good.”

“Well…” She bit her lip again, and looked up at me from under her long lashes. “I think maybe if you put your cum in me, that would feel good, Papa.”

“You mean the cream that cum out of my cock?” I asked her, playing along with her innocent act.

She nodded and looked at me uncertainly. “Would that be okay, Papa?”

“But in order to fill you with my cum, I would have to put my cock inside you, Babygirl—deep in your sweet little cunt,” I told her, my voice a low, lustful growl. “Do you think you’d like to do that? Do you think you’d like to feel your Papa’s cock spreading you open…sliding deep inside you to fill your pussy?”

“I…I think so.” Her voice trembled a little and I could see the eagerness in her eyes. The dirtier I talk to her, the hotter my little Andi gets.

I made my face serious. “But I wouldn’t just have to be inside you, Babygirl,” I warned her. “I’d have to
fuck
you. There’s no other way to fill your sweet pussy with my cum. Do you think you could do that—do you think you could open your pussy for your Papa’s cock and let him fuck you long and hard and deep until he came deep in your cunt?”

Her eyes got even wider.

“Yes, Papa—
please
.”

“All right then.” I got on top of her and pinned her to the bed, putting her arms over her head and holding her down. I let her feel my weight on her, pressing her into the mattress as I unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers with one hand.

I know she likes this position—she has told me before, as we lie in the darkness, talking about things that are too hard to talk about in the light. She has told me how it makes her feel opened and loved and dominated all at once when I take her forcefully this way.

But there must be tenderness too—the knowledge that she is loved and that I am the one man who will never leave or desert her.

“Slowly, Babygirl,” I murmured in her ear as I pressed just the tip of my shaft to her wet entrance. “Papa’s going to slide his cock into your sweet little pussy very slowly. Just do your best to spread wide and open up to take me.”

“Yes, Papa.” Her voice was soft and breathless. I could feel her inner walls stretching around me—stretching like warm, wet silk around my shaft as I slid into her, inch by inch.

Andi moaned and wiggled a little under me, trying to make room, trying to open herself enough for my cock. And as I filled her, I continued to talk, giving her what she wanted—telling her what she needed to hear to feel good.

“You’re such a good girl,
mishka,”
I told her as I fucked gently and slowly into her. “Such a good girl to take your Papa’s big cock so deep in your tight little pussy.”

“Am I?” she whispered.