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Papa's Little Pain Princess

By: Zoe Blake
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2016 by Blushing Books® and Zoe Blake
Eleven Chapters / 37,400 Words
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Escaping a dull life through her fanciful imagination, Winnie has pictured herself as a fairy, a mermaid, even a princess. One fateful night at the theatre, she attracts the attention of a man very far from the prince charming of her dreams. 

Archer is a rich, powerful lord who is accustomed to taking what he wants regardless of the consequences. After catching Winnie eavesdropping on him taking his pleasure from his latest mistress, he is determined to track down the little minx and make her his own...on his terms. 

Archer will force Winnie to accept a world of harsh discipline, demanding passion and humiliating degradations. Will the pleasure he gives be enough for her to stay? 

If you liked Submission of Little Emmie, you will love Papa’s Little Pain Princess!

Chapter One

The hushed greetings and whispered conversations ebbed as the lights slowly dimmed. All that could be heard was the faint rustle of taffeta and the occasional muffled cough. Lush red, velvet curtains parted to reveal an enchanted forest. Intricately painted trees were heavily draped with carefully cut out fabric leaves of every shade of green. A backdrop sky of indigo blue shimmered under the pale lights. At center stage was a quaint Woodcutter’s cottage. The thatched roof, Irish moss and gurgling stone well in the small courtyard giving it an air of authenticity.

From stage left, strolled a portly gentleman dressed in ill-fitting drab breeches from a previous century, a vulgar crimson vest and buckled shoes. Breaking character to give a brief nod of acknowledgment to the discreet round of applause at his entrance, the renowned actor made his mark and paused. His entrance was shortly followed by a stunning actress, artfully dressed in a silk peasant’s blouse just a shade too sheer under the harsh theater lights and an embroidered skirt showing a scandalous amount of ankle. The actress gave a flourishing bow to the audience, followed by exaggerated kisses and long sweeping gestures made to draw attention to her generous hips and bosom. Only the sound of her fellow actor angrily clearing his throat brought her back to the matter at hand.

“No—upon my soul, I tell you what, Biddy Murphy, it was a lucky day for you, the day you got me,” announced the actor in deep somber tones as he hiked up his breeches.

Directing a simpering smile towards the audience, the actress tilted her face where she knew the lights would hit her to best advantage. She looked beguiling and beautiful. Then, she spoke. In a harsh, grating voice, she belted out, “Lucky, indeed! A fellow thatdoesn’t eat everything I have!” The lewd emphasis on  doesn’t eat was hard to miss.

An impatient voice from off-stage loudly whispered a correction, “A fellow that does eat everything I have!”

“That’s what I said,” shouted back the actress, arms akimbo.

Archer groaned as for the first time he looked down at his theater program, The Dumb Lady CuredNot bloody likely, he thought sardonically. Moliere was probably rolling in his grave to see what a tragedy his classic farce “Le Medecin Malgre Lui” was becoming at the hands of the Haymarket Theater with this translation. Lord Archerly, Archer to his friends of which there were few, attempted in vain to stretch out his long legs in the cramped theater box. Built a century earlier, these small, delicate seats were not meant for his six foot three frame.

Good God! It did not help matters, the lead actress currently strutting about the stage making a mockery of Moliere’s ingenious work was, in fact, his current mistress, Lenora. There was no doubt she was beautiful and served her purpose in his bed, but he was already tiring of her. There was a crassness that bordered on the vulgar about her. In the absence of any other prospects, Archer had tried, unsuccessfully, to convince himself it was sensual wickedness. It was not her fault really. Lenora was a product of the false, glittering world they both inhabited. A world of distorted smiles and perverted values. Increasingly, Archer found himself searching for sweetness, for innocence. There was a darkness inside of him that craved balance. The balance that only someone with the lightness of naive wonder could bring.

Archer caught the eye of some dewy debutante with large, blond ringlets, doing her best effort to send him what he could only assume was a coquettish gaze over her lacy fan. The young thing was batting her eyes so violently it looked as if she was having some sort of fit. Sending the debutante a playful wink, he laughed out loud when her vigilant mother grabbed her chin, putting an end to the scandalous flirtation. Well almost. Archer tilted his head back and ran the tip of his tongue over his straight, white teeth sending an unmistakable invitation to the still rather handsome mother, taking a sick pleasure in the embarrassed flush that marred her powdered complexion. The mother could tilt her head and pretend to be affronted by his bold gesture, but Archer knew better. Even from the distance of his theater box, he read her body…every pulse, every breath. The way she subtly shifted her shoulders back, forcing her bosom forward. The way her right hand had unconsciously glided closer to the top of her thighs, pressing against the fabric of her dress. The stiff tilt of her jaw as she tried to force her focus to the stage and not to the man exciting the unwanted response. The daughter was more overt, less tutored. She was pulling on the high collar of her gown in a clumsy effort to showcase the top swell of her left breast. Perhaps this evening would not be a total loss, Archer thought as he stroked his upper lip with his right index finger, contemplating the different salacious possibilities of a mother, daughter pairing in his bed.

It would only be in keeping with his reputation. Archer was confident enough to know his success in the bedroom had nothing to do with his title or wealth. While his dark looks certainly helped, it was deeper than that, more primal. Stripped bare of society’s trappings of rank, her soft touches and clever wiles useless, a woman in his bed was used for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. He didn’t give a damn about the rest. There was something intoxicatingly, raw and sensual for a woman to be fucked by a man as if he owned her. To use her in the most base, fundamental way a man can use a woman. To force her to accept his cock, his seed, his pain…thrust after thrust…and in the end to find her own completion, her own satisfaction from the inherently selfish, cruel act. It was what he offered and there was no shortage of women willing to take him on. Problem was, he craved more. Not more of an emotional connection, God no! He craved an experience that brought him even closer to the edge. To capture the sweetness of innocence, to control it, to harness it, to use it for his own pleasure.

“The gold I’ll keep as a lasting monument to my virtue,” smirked Lenora as her character Bridget.

Archer rose. A man could take only so much. He would take a stroll along Pall Mall and enjoy a cheroot until intermission. It was not as if his intentions involved discussing the play with his mistress anyway. He would make good use of her talented mouth one last time and then search out the naughty mother daughter pair.

As to his earlier turn of thought, well, it was not as if the theater was a place to seek out innocence. Though he would begin his hunt soon, the yearning had become too strong to ignore.

~

It was too wonderful for words, thought the winsome young woman, aptly named Winnie, as she stole longing glances from the darkened wings of the Haymarket stage. She yearned to trade places with the lead actress, Lenora. How marvelous that would be! Winnie smiled at the thought. Imagining herself in the embroidered peasant’s costume as she danced around the trees, pretending to draw water from the false water well. Only in her imagined world there were cute bunnies and blue birds…oh and fairies too! Fairies would be lovely. Losing herself in the moment, Winnie clapped her hands and spun around with glee, earning a harsh rebuke from the stage manager. Duly chastened, she quickly gathered the costumes she had abandoned on the floor and hastened away.

Winnie made her meager living as a needlewoman for a dressmaker named Madame Minerva in the less fashionable area of Bethnal Green. Less fashionable was a quaint way of saying it was an overcrowded slum whose only recommendation was it was close to the weavers and silk traders. Winnie received no wages but the work offered board and one midday meal. She often began work each day around 3am and did not finish till well after dark. While not exciting, it was preferable to walking the Ratcliffe Highway by riverside as a lightskirt. The usual fate of twenty-year-old orphans like Winnie. It was not all bad. Winnie liked the other girls she worked with and besides Madame Minerva had recently begun to sew some of the auxiliary costumes for the Haymarket Theater for added income.

Winnie had begged and begged to be permitted to deliver them. In the end, she had to promise to scrub the outer steps in addition to her other duties for an entire fortnight before Madame Minerva would agree.

Running in slippered feet along the dark, narrowed corridors, Winnie finally found Lenora’s dressing room. Pushing the door open, she reverently entered the hallowed sanctuary. A pink globed gaslight cast a warm, rosy glow throughout the whole room. The cramped chamber was filled with furniture, discarded clothing and silky unmentionables. Scattered across the top of the cluttered dressing table were crystal perfume bottles, pots of rouge, powder puffs and kohl sticks. Hopelessly curious, Winnie picked up the prettiest bottle with the pink ribbon and spritzed the air, only to wrinkle her nose at the cloying, heavy floral scent.

Crossing to the wardrobe, Winnie hung the costumes for tomorrow’s play,  The Lady of the Camellias. She could not resist lightly running her fingers over the other costumes. Feathers, paste jewels, silks, ribbons. Angel, Princess, Maid, Bird. The same overwhelming yearning almost overtaking her.

This deep desire had nothing to do with acting. No nothing so commonplace. It was more ethereal. Winnie’s life was rather dreary. She often thought it mimicked the London weather. Full of grays, a little hazy and indistinct. Her only real chance for color was in her imagination. There she could dream of worlds full of bright yellows, dazzling blues, rich reds, and sparkling pinks. In her worlds, there were fanciful creatures, glittering balls and charming princes. In her imaginary world, she was brilliant and beautiful. With a sigh, Winnie caught her reflection in the full-length mirror…and came crashing back to her gray reality.

Taking in her petite frame with a critical eye, Winnie picked at the small patch on her faded linen gown. Princesses in fairy tales were tall and willowy with long, curly hair and cute pert lips. Despite her short stature, Winnie had generous hips and a rather plump derriere…very unprincesslike! Her lips were too large and her hair too straight. She recently spent over a month’s wages on one of those crimping irons you put in the fire in an effort to curl her hair like the ladies in the fashion illustrations but all it had done so far was tangle her hair into a bit of a mess. Winnie grimaced, even her eyes were a dull gray.

Winnie cast another longing glance over all the wondrous costumes and then one at the closed dressing room door. Did she dare? There was no telling when she would ever get such an opportunity again. The other girls in the shop were very jealous and would surely want their turn to drop off the next batch of costumes and that was only if the Haymarket ordered more from the Madame. Did she dare? She had not even been allowed to touch let alone sew the costumes she delivered. Madame carefully wrapped them in linen with a strict warning that Winnie was not to unwrap them. Did she dare?

Winnie caught another glance of her drab, boring gown in the mirror and impulsively made up her mind. Giggling with childish glee, she ran over to the wardrobe and tried to decide which one she would try on. They were all so beautiful! Finally, she decided on the pale blue striped silk princess costume with the sheer cerulean and gold shawl. She squealed with delight when she found a small silk bag filled with paste jewel props to go with the costume. Although it was much too large, especially in the neckline, it was still the most precious thing she had ever worn.

Sitting at the dressing table, Winnie put on the oversized diamond necklace and nestled the tiara among her frizzled, half-straight curls. Raising her shoulder and cocking her head from side to side, she took in her reflection. For the first time in her life, she finally felt like the fairy princess of her imagination.

Pursing her lips and trying to look sophisticated, Winnie demurred. “Oh, Prince Edward, you charmer! I could not possibly dance a third waltz with you, what would people say!” Winnie giggled at the imagined response. She continued to admire her reflection. The sparkle of the paste jewels in the soft candlelight lulling her into a dreamlike trance as she lost herself in thoughts of twirling about a shiny ballroom floor in the arms of a handsome prince. So lost in thought, she failed to hear the approach of footsteps till it was almost too late.

Winnie barely made it behind the safety of the dressing screen before the door swung open with a violent bang. Clutching the swaths of extra fabric of the too large costume to her chest with shaking hands, Winnie tried desperately to slow her harsh breathing, knowing the sound would give her hiding place away. Holding her breath, ignoring the warning rushing sound pounding in her ears, Winnie carefully reached out one hand and gingerly raised the wooden slat of the dressing screen so she could peek out…and immediately wished she had not.

Her vision was blocked by a burst of stars as in her fright, she forgot to breathe. For the first time in her life, Winnie very much so feared she might faint dead away.

T M on 07/25/2016 09:28pm
I will admit I did not think I would like this as much as I did. But it won me over. I am still not comfortable with the rate of speed at which the papa moved with the little one. However, that is one way to make sure there is pain.
T M on 07/25/2016 09:28pm
I will admit I did not think I would like this as much as I did. But it won me over. I am still not comfortable with the rate of speed at which the papa moved with the little one. However, that is one way to make sure there is pain.
JANE A on 07/08/2016 04:41pm
Love, love, love this author. Another erotic Regency D/s age-play that doesn't disappoint. The fairy tale parallels go well with this story. Only drawback is this is a quick read. I wanted more to read, more good story, character development, and, of course, more hot sex and spanking.
JANE A on 07/08/2016 04:41pm
Love, love, love this author. Another erotic Regency D/s age-play that doesn't disappoint. The fairy tale parallels go well with this story. Only drawback is this is a quick read. I wanted more to read, more good story, character development, and, of course, more hot sex and spanking.
Gigi on 07/07/2016 04:04pm
Zoe Blake always seems to hit the mark when it comes to age play. However, if you are looking for rainbows and lollipops this story is not for you. This is a dark age play story about dark passions, punishment, pleasure, pain, power and possession. Very harsh punishments and dubious consent. A very captivating read and highly entertaining. If you want to head over to the dark side then this may be the book for you.
Gigi on 07/07/2016 04:04pm
Zoe Blake always seems to hit the mark when it comes to age play. However, if you are looking for rainbows and lollipops this story is not for you. This is a dark age play story about dark passions, punishment, pleasure, pain, power and possession. Very harsh punishments and dubious consent. A very captivating read and highly entertaining. If you want to head over to the dark side then this may be the book for you.
Erika Daman on 07/03/2016 03:05pm
This book has a harsh disciplinarian that offers great pleasure for willingness to subject herself to being treated to a child, if you don't like age-play this won't be for you. However, it was an interesting and steamy read. Nice, before bed reading.
Erika Daman on 07/03/2016 03:05pm
This book has a harsh disciplinarian that offers great pleasure for willingness to subject herself to being treated to a child, if you don't like age-play this won't be for you. However, it was an interesting and steamy read. Nice, before bed reading.
Laurel Lasky on 06/30/2016 04:27pm
This was a harsh adult Age Play story. If your looking for a sweet girl and kindly gentleman then this is not for you. If you like harsh discipline, fun and games this definitely is not something for you to read. If you like hot, rough sex, Soanking and elements of BDSM you will enjoyed this very much.
Laurel Lasky on 06/30/2016 04:27pm
This was a harsh adult Age Play story. If your looking for a sweet girl and kindly gentleman then this is not for you. If you like harsh discipline, fun and games this definitely is not something for you to read. If you like hot, rough sex, Soanking and elements of BDSM you will enjoyed this very much.
Good bedtime reading on 06/29/2016 02:01am
Winnie comes from a poor background and to compensate she daydreams about fantasy realties of being anything from a princess, mermaid treasured darling of someone who will care for her always. What she gets is a dominate lord who espies her when she drops off costumes at the theatre. He takes charge of her body. He takes charge of her life. He starts to make all her fantasies come to life but with a twist. Obedience is wanted with punishments swiftly administered. Submission is desired with lessons in humiliation and passion.
Good bedtime reading on 06/29/2016 02:01am
Winnie comes from a poor background and to compensate she daydreams about fantasy realties of being anything from a princess, mermaid treasured darling of someone who will care for her always. What she gets is a dominate lord who espies her when she drops off costumes at the theatre. He takes charge of her body. He takes charge of her life. He starts to make all her fantasies come to life but with a twist. Obedience is wanted with punishments swiftly administered. Submission is desired with lessons in humiliation and passion.
Ria on 06/25/2016 01:09pm
This is a story about the training of a naive shop girl as she is introduced to ageplay activities. Harsh discipline followed by loving attention is littered throughout the book. Zoe Blake excelled with this novel. Though Winnie regularly protests her ageplay activities, she only reaches fulfillment after pain in administered. Her Papa delights in her discipline and takes a very active role in her daily activities, provides special entertainment periodically. I totally enjoyed this book. Zoe Blake continues to exceed with her entertaining narratives.
Ria on 06/25/2016 01:09pm
This is a story about the training of a naive shop girl as she is introduced to ageplay activities. Harsh discipline followed by loving attention is littered throughout the book. Zoe Blake excelled with this novel. Though Winnie regularly protests her ageplay activities, she only reaches fulfillment after pain in administered. Her Papa delights in her discipline and takes a very active role in her daily activities, provides special entertainment periodically. I totally enjoyed this book. Zoe Blake continues to exceed with her entertaining narratives.
LuCinda Beebe on 06/22/2016 11:34am
This writer has wrote good books in the past and this one is no exception. It is a well written and fast-paced with some twists. The description/preview is spot on. Anyone who loves to read about age-play with a lot of discipline will enjoy this book.
LuCinda Beebe on 06/22/2016 11:34am
This writer has wrote good books in the past and this one is no exception. It is a well written and fast-paced with some twists. The description/preview is spot on. Anyone who loves to read about age-play with a lot of discipline will enjoy this book.
Boo on 06/21/2016 12:32pm
Zoe Blake is my favorite age-play author. She knows to combine alpha males and their little girls with a lot of creativity. Winnie is a lonely and modest girl working behind the curtains of a play when she ends up meeting the dominating Archer. Once he sets his eyes on her he is determined to have her as his little and gives her all the magical places that she wishes. Of course she pays the price with a very sore bottom!
Boo on 06/21/2016 12:32pm
Zoe Blake is my favorite age-play author. She knows to combine alpha males and their little girls with a lot of creativity. Winnie is a lonely and modest girl working behind the curtains of a play when she ends up meeting the dominating Archer. Once he sets his eyes on her he is determined to have her as his little and gives her all the magical places that she wishes. Of course she pays the price with a very sore bottom!
Firefly on 06/20/2016 02:36pm
Winnie got swept up in Archer's world in the blink of an eye. There are some stiff punishments but Winnie needs that extra edge apparently. On the plus side she is indulged enormously and has a much more enjoyable life than her previous existence as a needlewoman. Archer seemed to be jaded with life before he met Winnie, but once he did he had to have her innocence and submission. There are punishments but overall this is a lighthearted well written story.
Firefly on 06/20/2016 02:36pm
Winnie got swept up in Archer's world in the blink of an eye. There are some stiff punishments but Winnie needs that extra edge apparently. On the plus side she is indulged enormously and has a much more enjoyable life than her previous existence as a needlewoman. Archer seemed to be jaded with life before he met Winnie, but once he did he had to have her innocence and submission. There are punishments but overall this is a lighthearted well written story.
SH on 06/20/2016 12:39pm
Wow! This author has such a talent when it comes to writing age play. This is a harsh age play story, but oh my, it is so very good! The adults are consenting and boundaries are pushed, but the relationship that grows between Archer and Winnie fulfills both of their needs, makes them both exceedingly happy, and is just plain HOT. If you are looking for a sweet AP story with stuffed animals and lollipops, this is not it. This is more, much more! Very nicely done!!
SH on 06/20/2016 12:39pm
Wow! This author has such a talent when it comes to writing age play. This is a harsh age play story, but oh my, it is so very good! The adults are consenting and boundaries are pushed, but the relationship that grows between Archer and Winnie fulfills both of their needs, makes them both exceedingly happy, and is just plain HOT. If you are looking for a sweet AP story with stuffed animals and lollipops, this is not it. This is more, much more! Very nicely done!!
Margaret Corcoran on 06/20/2016 11:38am
I love this author and this is a great example of her work. The characters are well rounded and very human with lots of flaws. The scenes are hot and the sex spicy and definitely not sweet. There is love and caring but not where it's expected. I enjoyed this story and highly recommend it.
Margaret Corcoran on 06/20/2016 11:38am
I love this author and this is a great example of her work. The characters are well rounded and very human with lots of flaws. The scenes are hot and the sex spicy and definitely not sweet. There is love and caring but not where it's expected. I enjoyed this story and highly recommend it.
Redrabbitt on 06/20/2016 10:01am
The plot of this sadomasochistic age-play story has a young girl, Winnie, who has been alone for too long, mesmerized by the handsome and overbearing Archer, who knows how to bend her to his will. Although she agrees to his terms, she is relatively naïve and in fact is an innocent, but not for long. The story takes the reader on the journey into this erotic fairy tale where Archer creates magical places for Papa and his Princess to play. Yes, there usually is a game, with a forfeit, and she will be his prize.
Redrabbitt on 06/20/2016 10:01am
The plot of this sadomasochistic age-play story has a young girl, Winnie, who has been alone for too long, mesmerized by the handsome and overbearing Archer, who knows how to bend her to his will. Although she agrees to his terms, she is relatively nave and in fact is an innocent, but not for long. The story takes the reader on the journey into this erotic fairy tale where Archer creates magical places for Papa and his Princess to play. Yes, there usually is a game, with a forfeit, and she will be his prize.
AGS on 06/20/2016 06:54am
If you like harsh discipline set in an age play story you will not be disappointed. I have read several of this author’s books and this book is very true to her previous books. I tend to like stories that have more of a romance feel to them so this book will not be one of my favorites, but I was entertained while reading it. The title is very appropriate because the books definitely favors the S/M aspect of a relationship and the two main characters are perfectly suited to each other.
AGS on 06/20/2016 06:54am
If you like harsh discipline set in an age play story you will not be disappointed. I have read several of this author۪s books and this book is very true to her previous books. I tend to like stories that have more of a romance feel to them so this book will not be one of my favorites, but I was entertained while reading it. The title is very appropriate because the books definitely favors the S/M aspect of a relationship and the two main characters are perfectly suited to each other.

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