Page 24 of Papa's Rules
Chapter Nine
A thorough bath, indeed.
Cammie trembled in the warm water, as she held position on her hands and knees with her bottom jutted up in the air so Papa could properly wash her. She was so embarrassed that he was cleaning her private parts, but she knew if she argued or resisted, he would only spank her bare, wet bottom. The last thing she wanted was another punishment, when her behind still smarted from yesterday’s spanking. She didn’t want to find out how hard Papa would spank her if she did something especially naughty, and she endeavored to try her best to follow his rules.
“A papa gives his little girl rules because he cares about her,” he’d told her right before he’d stripped off her morning gown and ordered her into the tub, which the servants had filled with the perfect temperature of hot water.
The tub was in her bedroom, and the curtains were wide open, the sun illuminating her nakedness. Papa dragged a soapy wet cloth over her kitty, then dipped it into the water and commenced giving her bottom the same careful attention. He’d already washed the rest of her, and he said this was the last, but most important, part of cleaning his little girl.
His touch was making her increasingly hot and achy though. Oh, how she longed for him to caress her kitty again, if only for a few moments. A couple of rubs to her sensitive nubbin, and she felt certain she would soar to the clouds.Touch me, she thought.Please, Papa.
He answered her unspoken wish, but he didn’t caress the part of her she’d wanted. Instead, he pressed a finger against her bum hole. She jerked forward in the tub, sloshing the water around as she attempted to evade his ministrations. That didn’t make him happy, and he gave her two hard swats, one to each cheek.
“Ouch! Ouchie! Papa, that hurts!”
“You were naughty. I told you to remain still, little girl. Now, do you remember what I told you this morning, about all your holes belonging to me?”
Oh no. No no no. Not in her bottom hole!
She swallowed hard and finally answered. “Yes, I remember, Papa. But could you please touch my cunny instead?”
Another smack. “What did I say about calling your privates your cunny? Are you a big girl or a little girl, Cammie?”
“I-I’m a little girl. I’myourlittle girl, and you told me not to use a grown up word like that. Sorry, Papa.”
He grabbed a towel and wiped up the water from the floor, and she gave him her best apologetic look. She hadn’t meant to make a mess. Would he spank her more? She scrambled back into position, on her hands and knees with her bottom lifted high, in hopes that her compliance would please him.
“I better not hear you using language like that again, Cammie. Not only will you end up with a sore bottom, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap as well.”
She shuddered and resolved to erase every naughty word from her mind. Not long after she’d turned eighteen, she’d gone through a phase at Talcott House during which she’d taken to using bad language, in an effort to impress her friends. Miss Wickersham, however, had not been impressed, and Cammie had had her mouth soaped out several times by her no-nonsense guardian. She made a sour face in remembrance and then nodded in agreement.
“I understand, Papa.”
“Good. Now, keep still while I tend to your bottom hole. I wish to see just how tight it is, so I know how much training you will require.”
Training? Oh dear. That sounded rather ominous. She tensed up, but that didn’t stop him from prying her cheeks apart and pressing at her snug entrance.
“Be a good girl and relax. Let Papa inside.”
She glanced over at him, and his kind tone coupled with his encouraging expression prompted her to relax her bottom and put her trust in him. She inhaled and then breathed out slowly, willing herself to calm and soften up enough to allow her papa to more easily breach her back hole.
He swirled a finger around her private entrance and in the next instant, commenced a gradual push into her tightness. Every few seconds, he paused and offered her encouragement, calling her a good girl and praising her for holding still. Finally, when she thought he couldn’t possibly push any further, he stopped.
“I’m all the way inside you now. Your little bottom hole is very tight, Cammie.”
She whimpered, unable to offer a verbal response.
“Soon I will claim you here with my cock.”
Her head jerked up, but she held position otherwise, and his digit remained buried in her snug hole. “But, Papa! You’re too big. It will never fit!”
He chuckled and his eyes darkened. “I assure you, with the proper training, it won’t be long before I’m pounding into your bottom with my cock.”
Her stomach flipped, but his words and the mental vision of Papa ramming his hugeness into her behind made her kitty clench up, and her breasts began to ache as if calling out for his touch. Would she like it when Papa stuck his cock in her bottom hole? Her face heated as she imagined getting onto her hands and knees on his bed and offering her most secret entrance to him.
How would he train her to accept his cock? Would he stick his fingers in her bottom during her bath time every day? She cast another glance at him and realized that beneath the fullness and slight discomfort of having her rosebud violated, there was a part of her that wanted more. Wanted him to add another finger, or thrust his digit in and out. She took a shaky breath and returned her stare to the soapy water.
Oh how she hoped Papa took her to his bedroom soon. If he didn’t make the aching go away, she would surely combust or lose control and start to think about touching herself.
