Page 29 of Papa's Rules
Chapter Eleven
Alexander poured himself a glass of sherry from the decanter on the desk in his library and reflected on events of the day.
The morning had not gone as he had planned. He had awoken with high expectations of the morning. First, to take his dear wife, Cammie, shopping for some new hats and other accessories at the shop run by Mrs. Stilton. He also intended to purchase some items from the back room of Mrs. Stilton’s store, an area known only to a small group of patrons. Mrs. Stilton was a woman wise in business as well as the ways of the world and she supplemented her income substantially with those items which she carried in the back room, the key to which was closely guarded by Mrs. Stilton.
Rather than the pleasure of seeing his young bride’s face light up with the new hats that he purchased for her followed by a surprise stop at the ice cream store as a special treat since she had told him she had never tried the fashionable dessert, instead they had ridden home with an awkward silence hanging between them for the first time in their marriage. When he had returned from his trip to the back room with Mrs. Stilton, he was pleased, somewhat, to find that Cammie had obediently stayed with the shop girl. At least she had not turned into a completely undisciplined wife. But, rather than continuing their appointment to try on hats, he had made their apologies to Mrs. Stilton and escorted his surprised wife out of the store and back into the carriage without making a purchase other than the one which he had made himself from the back room.
His plan had originally also included a trip to a conservatory for a concert that afternoon. Cammie was particularly fond of music and he wished to lavish her with delights for her body and soul.
Instead his wife was now bent over the edge of the sofa in his library naked, holding her bottom cheeks apart exposing her little rosebud for his view and punishment.
“Oh, Papa,” Cammie said, her face pressed against the fabric of the arm of the sofa. “I am so very sorry that I did not obey you and wait where you wanted me to stay while we were at Mrs. Stilton’s shop.”
“If you knew what you were supposed to do, my dear, then why did you disobey?”
“I-I do not know, Papa,” she wailed in misery and his heart squeezed with emotion for his misbehaving but still adorable bride.
However, he could not allow his emotions to soften his resolve. She had behaved badly and failed to follow a simple request. He had not been away from her for more than a few minutes. Why did she not comply?
He was particularly disappointed in her failure to disclose her reasoning. Though not a man who tolerated excuses, he was always willing to listen to some reasonable explanation for his wife’s, or anyone else’s, misdeeds. When she offered none, he found it rather confusing and surprising. It was uncharacteristic of Cammie to not offer some sort of an excuse or justification for her behavior, particularly if she thought it might get her out of a punishment. In their time together, he had learned though she was often stubborn and uncooperative, she was never dishonest. What troubled him now was the fact that his gut told him there was more to her misbehavior than met the eye and yet she seemed unwilling to tell him what that was.
Frankly, it hurt to think she might be withholding something from him. Had he not spent the past week showering her with affection and reassurances of his devotion to her?
He finished his drink and set it upon the desk. Rolling back his sleeves, it was time for punishment to begin.
“I noticed you did not ask about the parcel which I purchased from Mrs. Stilton. Are you not curious?”
“Yes, Papa, I am curious.” Cammie’s voice was soft and distant as she spoke against the sofa’s arm. “But I was already in so much trouble I felt I should not ask any questions and to wait patiently because you would tell me when it was appropriate.”
“Oh, so now you are willing to wait patiently?”
“I am sorry, Papa.” Her sniffles made his heart squeeze again, but he had a task to complete.
“Well, let me show you what I purchased.” He unwrapped the brown paper and opened up the box which contained a series of butt plugs which he had ordered to train the little pucker of his new wife. He had already been exploring her tight bottom hole with his fingers and looked forward to the day when he would plunder her there with his cock. However her training needed to commence immediately in order for that to happen.
He placed the smallest of the plugs in the palm of his hand, walked over to his wife and held it in front of her face so she could see. “This, my dear wife, is a training plug which I am going to insert into your bottom hole.” Her face blanched and her eyes grew wide as she turned to look at him then glanced back at the piece in his hand and back up at him.
“Papa, it’s so big.” Her brows knitted together and her bottom lip quivered.
“Camellia, I am losing patience with you. Has not the issue between us all day been your lack of trust in my judgment? I instructed you to stay in your seat at Mrs. Stilton’s and you did not. You made a decision that you knew better and you wandered around the shop by yourself. What is worse, you disrespected my wishes.”
“I know I did, Papa, and I apologize. I’m so very, very sorry for not heeding your instructions, but…” And then she clamped her mouth shut and said no more. He had no idea what could have transpired in those few minutes that she was alone with the shopgirl at Mrs. Stilton’s. Nothing was broken or missing, no injuries. She simply was not where she had been told to remain. Her determination to keep her reasons to herself troubled him most.
It seemed the purchase of butt plugs could not have happened at a more opportune time.
He took the few steps back to where his wife had her butt angled over the arm of the sofa, both of her hands dug deep into the cheeks of her bottom and holding it open for his inspection. “You have such a pretty bunghole, Cammie. Did you know that?”
“Oh, Papa! Please, it is too shameful to discuss such things.”
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Cammie had never heard of a butt plug, though its meaning seemed pretty self-evident to her. Which meant that soon her little bottom was going to be filled with the object which Papa had held in his palm.
She had been shocked to find out that Mrs. Stilton sold naughty items in her store which was otherwise filled with such beautiful goods. Who would have imagined that behind the colorful displays of hats, gloves and handkerchiefs, Mrs. Stilton purveyed erotic toys. Did Priscilla know?
Just thinking about her new acquaintance reminded Cammie of her brother, Robert, and the fact that, in just three days, she had to figure out a way to get herself back to the hat shop in order to meet up with him.
She knew that her papa wanted an explanation from her for why she left her seat, but she simply did not dare to tell him. She hated keeping a secret from Papa, but she hated even more the idea of what his reaction might be to finding out that her brother was nearby. Would Papa tell her she couldn’t see Robert? That she was his wife and could not be associating with delivery boys and shopgirls?
