The weeks passed by and the exuberance of youth entered my life. In public, Emily acted like a shy, innocent angel; we walked down the street with her hiding behind me with her arm wrapped around mine. She blushed at the idea of introducing me to her friends, “I can’t let them know I’m with an older guy!” But everything changed when it came to behind closed doors. Her inner devil came out: a fiery and demanding girl that begged to be played with, who loved to be watched, who found joy in giving pleasure. I quickly found how vast and broad her imagination was, the fantasies she held secretly in her mind, and the things she could do with her tongue and her hips.
With her newfound sexual freedom, Emily began to demand more and more from me, deciding what we’ll do in bed, how she wants to be touched, when and how we’ll meet. I loved the energy she brought into my life, but I was beginning to feel that I was become an object of her amusement, not the one leading her along her sexual journey, the mature one taking care of her. Perhaps, maybe even a little resentful of her dominance — I wanted, needed, her to be my submissive little girl. It was then that our relationship stepped into the next stage.
It was a warm, sunny day in the park on the weekend. The entrance was popular, filled with families having picnics, kites in the sky, and students playing frisbee and volley ball in the grass. She told me to meet her by the fountain, but she was late and I was becoming irritated looking at the watch. Suddenly, I felt two hands on my shoulders and I jumped as I heard Emily’s voice , “surprise!” She was dressed in a navy skirt and magenta tank, cut just to give a hint of cleavage. I gave her an annoyed look, then I saw a Victoria’s Secret bag, “you were late because of that!?” She pouted, “aw, but I did it because I thought you’d like a surprise. Don’t you like to see my beautiful, youthful body?” I sighed. I couldn’t hide that I was eyeing her smooth legs, the way the skirt made her butt look bigger and rounder, and that she braided her hair into pigtails because she knew I liked it. She grabbed my hand, smiling, and pulled me to go for a walk, “we don’t have much time!”
We quickly made our way down a steep path into the forested part of the park. It became quieter as we walked, people don’t enjoy the tighter spaces and darkness provided by the canopy. Aside from a stray hiker, this part was secluded… private even. Suddenly, I felt more assertive, a voice told me it’s time for Emily to listen to me. As we entered a small clearing, I slowed and she stepped ahead. When she looked away, I lifted her skirt and exposed her polka dot cotton panties. She instantly spun around, her face flushed, and her hands pressing down her skirt. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “what has gotten into you!” I pinched her chin between my thumb and fingers to lean in for a kiss, but she stepped back wide-eyed with her back pressed against the tree, “people will see!”
“Since when do you mind being seen?” I said with a sly smile, placing my right hand on the tree, my other hand on her leg just below her skirt. She stared intensely into my eyes, and I pressed my lips against hers, forcing a kiss as my left hand explored below her skirt, following the lining of her panties. Emily drew back her lips. “That’s enough!” she said, putting her hand against mine, blocking me from going further, a stubborn expression on her face. My head became hot and a frown crossed my face. Wasn’t the agreement that I would show her more experiences? Why is she denying me now? She needs to learn her place in this relationship!
I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, pressing against her back so her chest pressed into the tree, her cheek lying on the tree. Before she could let out a cry, I lifted her skirt again to expose her light, bubble butt, raised my hand and landed it loudly upon her ass. “Ow!” she cried and as she drew in another breath, I lifted my hand again and spanked her ass even harder than before. “Ah-huh-huhhhh,” she began to sob and tears fell down her cheeks. She tried to push against my elbow, but her petite body couldn’t push back. Smack! Her cheeks began to redden and her legs shivered as she began to feel the pain. “Ple-ease,” she cried between sobs. Smack! With futility she began to struggle and then gave up. After a few more hits, she quieted between each with only light gasps, I stopped. I felt good, releasing all my frustration into her bottom.
After a few moments of quiet breaths in the solitude of the forest, she whispered. “Why?” I wrapped her in my arms, our warm bodies embracing, her arms folding on mine. “You were becoming arrogant and needed to be punished,” I said quietly into her ear. She looked up into my eyes, a slight fear behind them. I smiled, “it’s okay. I don’t want to hurt you, and if it’s too much I won’t push. But, I knew you could take it. Didn’t you like how you were submitting to me, leaving your ass exposed for me to abuse?” She bit her lip, her expression suggesting she wasn’t certain.
At this moment, my wristwatch captured her attention. “Shit!” she exclaimed and pulled away from me, “I’ll be late for work!” She bent over and grabbed her bag of lingerie, watchfully eyeing me as her butt was raised to me. We walked out of the forest, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you better be nice tonight when I come home!”
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When Emily arrived at my apartment, the lights were out. After opening the door with the key I gave after our first encounter, she called out, “Mr. Love? I’m back!” The house answered with quietness. Thinking I was asleep, she walked up the stairs to the bedroom. The light flicked on and revealed a bed, prepared with ropes tied to the posts, various instruments strewn about the room. “Welcome home,” I whispered in her ear from behind.
Emily screamed and I grabbed my hand over her mouth, my other arm pulling her close, “shh!” Her eyes widened, “we don’t want the neighbors to get suspicious.” Her shoulders relaxed and she turned to look at me, inquiring, “what is it you exactly want to do? I thought tonight we were going to play with the surprise I got earlier.” Our faces only inches apart, an intensity between our gazes. “You have had your way with me for some time now, but now it is time for you to be tamed,” I replied with immediate seriousness. She looked back at the ropes, then at me with a fire in her eyes.
“I thought this might be the case,” she said with a smile, “admittedly, I was a bit surprised with your abruptness in the park, but… I liked it. I liked how you took control of me. Tonight, is it okay if I call you daddy?” She stepped back and unbuttoned her skirt. As the skirt felt to the ground, her pink pussy peeked out from a white lace thong. She drew her shirt over her head to reveal a matching white lace bra, unabashedly emphasizing her blush-pink nipples. She slowly sat down, laying her hands backward upon the bed. “So, what are you going to do with me? Your sexy, rebellious little nymph.”
Needless to say, my mouth was agape. I swallowed a gulp and stepped forward, my right knee beside her on the bed. I stroked my hand along her brow, behind her ear, and behind her head just above the neck. I drew her up, as I leaned over her, for a passionate kiss. She put a hand on my chest, gently. We looked into each others eyes and she inched backward on the bed and stretched her hands backward toward the bed posts. I tied each hand, tautly but not excessively, and she watched with curiosity. Now, knowing she was at my control, she looked up like a puppy that’s been caught doing something bad, “I’m sorry, daddy, for being a naughty girl. Please forgive me.”
I grabbed a large horsehair painting brush. Ever so gently, I brushed along her soft, smooth skinned. She giggled, “that tickles! Haha!” I began to brush along her curves, the inside of her arm, along her thighs. “Haha! How is this a punishment? This is silly!” Emily exclaimed. I smiled, pinching open her front-strapped bra to expose her small, tiny breasts. I brushed along the curve of her breasts. “Are you a painter now?” “Soon, soon I will be,” I responded. I then pulled down her lace panties to expose her pussy, freshly waxed and bright pink, and she used her toes to pull it off one leg, so that it laid around the other. She opened her legs wide, exposing her tight lips, her pussy like a thin, small slit even as she lay spread. “Is this what you want to see, daddy?” she said slyly.
“Would you say you’ve been a naughty girl? Slutty, even?” I asked. She nodded enthusiastically, “of course! I’m your little slut.” I dipped the brush in paint lying beside the bed and brushed on her flat tummy and she wiggled as the wet sensation covered her skin. “Ahaha! That’s cold!” She looked down and her eyes opened in slight surprise to read “slut” sprawled in large letters. “And are you a dirty, cock-loving girl?” She bit her lip, “mmhm!” Again, the brush wrote over her chest and she looked up at me. “What does it say, naughty little girl?” I inquired. “Cock lover,” she said flatly. “And all you want is to have your lusty cunt filled with cum?” With playful eyes she replied adamantly, “every day!” Soon, the words, “fill here,” and an arrow pointing down were written just above her pussy. Her face gleamed with pleasure, being a canvas for my sexual appetite.
At this point I undressed, it was time to focus her sexual energies for my pleasure, to train her. I kneeled over her chest, my throbbing cock dangling in front of her face. “What am I supposed to do with this?” she said slyly. I grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth against my cock. “Lick it like the cock loving slut you are,” I responded. She gladly wrapped her lips against my shaft, her tongue dancing over the gap, along the middle, up to the tip, moaning all the while. “My, what a big shaft you have, daddy,” she moaned as she wrapped her lips over my tip. She gagged on my cock as I forced her down. Her now expert mouth made it difficult to restrain myself. Soon, I pulled back.
I pushed her knees back onto her chest and she watched with enthusiasm. Her pussy was already wet as I rubbed my tip against her lips, quickly lubricating my entire cock. I pressed it into her tight pussy and it accepted readily after weeks of training. “Yes, daddy,” she exclaimed as I pressed between her lips, a moan escaping from her throat, “make my your sex toy, use me.” She attempted to reach out toward me, but the restraints held her back. “Nt, nt, nt. It’s time for you to be a submissively little sex doll,” I said as I thrusted my cock deep into her pussy, a yelp slipping past her lips. “Unh! Yes, daddy, use my pussy.” Thinking about all the times she forced me to slow down for her pleasure, I furiously pushed as her muscles pressed against me, the tightness feeling only that much better. Her face wincing as I roughly gape open her pussy with my thick, throbbing cock. She works her hips to rhythmically match me, calling out, “yes, fuck me, use me. Mmm, yes daddy!” I grab her tiny breast in my hand and grope it, her lips purse to hold back the pain, she closes her eyes. “Is it too much, baby?” I ask. “No, I like it, I like it when you use my however you like. Mm, it feels so good,” she smiled back.
I picked her up from her hips and begin to pound into her, causing her entire body to quake in response. Clearly, her pussy is burning from roughly ripping her open. But she continues to move with me and her pussy begins to pulse. “Unnh, I can’t believe, I can’t believe how much I like this, being used like this. I am a dirty cock-loving slut! Mm, more! Keep going!” she cries out with enthusiasm. I push with all the energy I have, my breath heaving, my muscles exhausted, only the lust driving me, pounding and using my little girl. She loses all control, her thighs twitch, her back arched back, grasping tightly the posts. “Nn! Nnn! Nn!” she squeels over and over. Her leg muscles tensing her pussy around my cock and I can’t handle it. “Fill me! Fill me with all your semen!” I gladly obey and my cock ejects into her an unending stream. All tension leaves my body as my cock fills her tight, teen pussy with stream after stream of warm, white cum. I collapse onto her, our sweaty skin melting together, but my cock doesn’t stop, each time it throbs with cum brings new sensation and I release more, twitching for two long minutes into her.
We laid there, heaving, our cum and sweat leaving a stain upon the bed sheets.
“Mm, that was so good, daddy. Let’s do this again,” she said as she smiled down at me.
And that was how the first big change happened in my relationship with my nymph, Emily.
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