Page 13 of Papa's Rules
Her eyes widened and she could have kicked herself for not being quiet.
“Cammie…”
She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, trying to look like a big girl. But his jaw soon tightened and she knew if she didn’t confess what kind of trouble she’d been referring to, he would likely attempt to spank the truth out of her. Oh, but it was so shameful, to admit out loud that she’d been tempted to touch her own cunny. What would her papa think?
He took a step toward her and she backed up, putting her hands up in a show of surrender. Very well. She would confess the naughty thoughts that had flitted through her mind. The temptation that she had tried very hard to resist this afternoon, though she hadn’t been able to resist it last night, when she stroked herself to bliss in secret under her bed covers.
“Fine,” she said, in a much more subdued tone. “If you must know, I became achy between my thighs, as I had yesterday during my examination. I thought about touching myself, to make the aching feel better, but I soon decided that wouldn’t be proper and since I was still missing my friend and feeling a little uneasy about all the change that’s happening, I went outside rather than stay in here and risk doing something I suppose you wouldn’t approve of me doing. It’s against the rules to touch our kitties in Talcott House, as Miss Wickersham says we must save our special gifts for our papas.” She spoke in a rush, hoping Papa would show her some additional leniency for her honesty. She stole a peek at him, but his face remained unreadable.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she awaited his response. Did he understand and see her side of things? Or was he even more displeased with her now that she’d confessed to having wayward thoughts?
“Thank you for telling me the full truth, Cammie,” he finally said, his features softening. “Miss Wickersham is right in that regard. A young lady’s cunny is a special gift that belongs to her papa, and you are never to touch yourself there without permission.” He approached her and cupped her face, and she practically melted at the warmth of his large hands holding her in such a tender fashion, as if she were the most special girl in the world to him. Her heart fluttered and the heated throbbing between her thighs restarted.
She yearned for his touch with every fiber of her being, and suddenly there wasn’t enough air in the room. She took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths in an effort to calm herself and not drift back into her salacious musings while he was speaking to her. Whatever Papa was about to say must be important, because the lines on his forehead creased and his mouth tightened slightly before his lips parted on a quick inhale.
“Little girl, if you ever touch your kitty without permission, Papa will force your legs apart and smack the delicate folds of your privates. A long, hard spanking on your kitty is what will happen if I ever catch you in the midst of such naughtiness. Do you understand?”
“Of course, Papa. I-I understand. I won’t dare touch my quim.” Oh heavens. A spanking on her privates. She couldn’t even imagine the shame of enduring such an intimate punishment, even if it were delivered by her papa, and she trembled at the idea of having to spread her legs and await each stinging smack to her tender folds.
His lips tightened again. “You’re my little girl, and I think quim and cunny are much too grownup of words for you to use. Unless I tell you otherwise, you’re to call your privates your kitty. Now, I don’t feel it’s appropriate to have you squirming over my lap when we are yet unmarried, so I want you to be a good girl and bend over the arm of the couch instead. I haven’t forgotten your misbehavior in the corner. I know a certain little girl who’s going to have a bright red bottom while she’s saying her wedding vows.”
