Page 11 of Papa's Rules
Chapter Four
Alexander stared down at his little Cammie, contemplating how to best chastise her for her naughtiness. He couldn’t allow her off with a warning. Not even this first time. No, a warning simply would not do. He had to impress upon her the importance of obedience from the start of their marriage.
Even if they weren’t technically married yet.
He stepped back from his soon-to-be bride and glanced at the clock. They still had a few hours until the vicar’s arrival. He ought to punish her now and get it over with.
He opened his mouth to order Cammie into the corner, but suddenly the past came rushing back. The last time he’d ordered a young lady to stand in a corner as punishment, Lady Honoria to be exact, she had rejected him and run off. What if Cammie changed her mind once he set about chastising her and decided to return back to Talcott House with Miss Wickersham? He wasn’t sure he could bear it. His heart felt heavy at the thought of losing the pretty little girl with the large brown eyes that seemed to call to his soul.
“Sir?” Cammie asked, her expression uncertain.
“Yes, my dear?”
“If you, um, have a naughty chair, I will go sit on it. I…I am truly sorry to have disappointed you.”
Naughty chair?His interest piqued, he narrowed his eyes at her. At the same time, his heart rejoiced. Sitting on a naughty chair was similar to standing in a corner, and she seemed willing to take her punishment. “Is that how Miss Wickersham deals with you when you’ve been naughty? Sends you to sit in a naughty chair?”
“Well, sir, sometimes.” She appeared to be hesitating, and twisted her fingers together, fidgeting in place as she glanced from side to side. A sheen of moisture glistened in her eyes. “It’s just,please oh pleasedon’t give me a spanking, sir. Not today. Tomorrow, perhaps, if you must. But please not today.”
She reached around herself and cupped her bottom cheeks in the most adorable manner.
“Cammie, why don’t you want a spanking today? We’re to be married in a mere few hours. Is it that you don’t wish for me to lay a hand on you until we are wed? Or is there another reason? I want the truth. We must be honest with one another, or our marriage will surely fail.”
Still cupping her bottom cheeks, she peered up at him with a look of increasing trepidation. “Oh, please, sir. Please don’t make me tell you why.”
“Cammie,” he said kindly, though with a certain amount of steel in his voice, “I am starting to think something is terribly wrong, and I am worried for you. You will tell me what is the matter this instant. Start talking. Now.”
She finally released her bottom and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself. “I-I am usually a very, very well-behaved little girl. I swear it. But yesterday I got in trouble with the nurse and got a spanking. My bottom is still quite sore, and I suspect it’s probably still a bit pinkened, sir, and I’m mortified by the prospect of you seeing it. I am ashamed to come to you like this, sir, with an already punished bottom. I hope you won’t think I’m always into trouble and decide to send me back to Talcott House. Oh please, please just make me sit on a naughty chair. Or stand in a corner. Spank me tomorrow, if you must, but please don’t lift my skirts and add to my soreness just yet.” She sniffled and lowered her head. A lone tear carved a path down her cheek, and Alexander found himself moving forward to brush that tear away.
He gathered her close to his chest, and she soon loosened her arms, letting them fall to her sides and allowing him to hold her closer and tighter. God, he loved the feel of her in his arms. He rested his chin atop her head. She fit against him perfectly. As if they were meant to be. His heart broke knowing she still harbored doubts that he would keep her. Twice now she had voiced her concerns that he might send her back to Talcott House. Didn’t she know he’d been waiting for her for what felt like forever? Didn’t she know how eagerly he’d anticipated this day—the day they would become husband and wife, papa and little girl?
“Cammie,” he said in the most soothing tone he could muster. “You’re mine now. My little girl. I will never, ever get rid of you. Would that I could banish the fear from your mind.” He kissed the top of her head, letting his lips linger and inhaling the floral scent of her hair. “Now, about the spanking you received yesterday. I want to know what you did to earn yourself a punishment, little girl.” He led her to the sofa and bid her to sit down. Once she sank onto the cushion, he clasped her hands in his and stared at her intently, willing her to confess her misdeeds.
“Well, sir, first I back talked one of the caregivers, when she told me to go see the nurse. I was having fun talking to my friends and I didn’t want to visit the nurse, plus I wasn’t feeling ill, so I didn’t think she could have any good reason to call for me.”
“I see. And what did the nurse call you for?”
Cammie’s face reddened, and she glanced away from him, as if embarrassed to admit the reason the nurse had called for her. Just when he was about to prompt her again, she took a deep breath and met his eyes. “She wanted to give me a medical exam, to make sure I would be healthy and to ensure I would be a good wife to you, sir. I, um, didn’t wish to take all my clothes off and get on the exam table, and she had to undress me herself. As you might imagine, she was not pleased, and she smacked my bare bottom hard, again and again. Even once I got up onto the table, she still continued the spanking.” As she spoke, Cammie squirmed in her seat.
The description of his little girl getting a spanking from her nurse had an immediate and dire effect on Alexander. In fact, he didn’t think he would be able to stand up for quite some time. His cock had grown hard as a rock while he listened to Cammie’s confession, and his mind had painted a pretty picture of her standing naked in the nurse’s office, while the nurse swatted her bare behind and then continued to spank her once she’d gotten up onto the table. A thought struck him, and he had to know the answer, no matter how inappropriate the question might be, given that they weren’t officially yet husband and wife.
“Did the nurse look upon your privates, Cammie?”
Her eyes went wide. “Yes, sir. First she shaved me, um,down there, and then she gave me a most thorough examination. As I said, she wanted to ensure that you would find me pleasing. She was especially satisfied when my cunny became wet when she touched it, sir.”
Alexander started coughing and sat back, covering his mouth. God’s teeth. Did Cammie have any idea the effect she was having on him? He was entertaining some most ungentlemanly thoughts toward her in this moment. He wanted to turn her over his knee, bare her bottom, and inspect the nurse’s handiwork. Then he wanted to stroke the delicate pink folds of his naughty little girl’s quim, until a release shuddered through her.
He took several deep breaths and thought of England, trying to contain his lust. He cleared his throat and stared into her expressive, innocent dark gaze. Clearly, she had no idea his cock had swelled rigid within the confines of his trousers.
“Cammie, I already find you pleasing. Tell me, did the nurse touch your bum hole?”
“No, sir, but Miss Wickersham did when she came to assist the nurse. She was the one to take my temperature.”
The mental image of prim and proper Miss Wickersham taking part in such an intimate examination and inserting a thermometer into Cammie’s rosebud did nothing to abate his building desires. Alexander shifted in his seat and inhaled another calming breath. But he felt anything but settled as he continued to hold his sweet little girl’s gaze. Had her pucker winked at Miss Wickersham while the older woman pushed the thermometer inside? Had Cammie trembled with yet unknown desires on the table while the nurse touched her cunny and made it grow wet?
He stood up suddenly, facing away from Cammie, lest she notice the bulge tenting the front of his trousers. Thankfully, standing and staring out the window seemed to help, and after a while, he had gathered himself enough to turn around and face his little bride yet again.
“Thank you for telling me the reason you received a spanking yesterday, Cammie. Now, back to what we were discussing a few moments ago. You disobeyed Miss Wickersham’s instructions to remain in this room, and for that, young lady, you will be punished.” He nodded at the vacant corner to his right. “You will stand in that corner, with your nose touching the wall, until I decide you’ve had a long enough time to contemplate your misdeeds.”
