Page 36 of Papa's Rules
Finally, Papa stopped spanking. She opened her eyes to see him reaching for the thick leather strap. Her stomach lurched and panic swelled. She took a few deep breaths, trying to brace herself for the final part of her punishment. Papa loved her, and she trusted him not to cause her any true harm, but was still scared of how badly the strap would hurt. She sniffled, hoping he hugged her after the strapping ended.
“These final twelve will be quick and hard, Cammie.” There was an edge of despair to his voice that she didn’t quite understand. “Promise you will be honest with me from this day forward. Promise that you will not keep secrets. Papa can’t take care of all your needs if you are keeping secrets and sneaking around behind my back, let alone running off into the streets of London unsupervised and without permission.Promise, Cammie.”
“I-I promise, Papa. No se-secrets ever ag-again,” she said through her increasing tears.
He pressed a firm hand to her back. An instant later, she heard the whoosh of the strap and heard it crack over her buttocks before she even felt the pain. But when the pain registered, she cried out, unable to help herself. Oh heavens. How would she endure eleven more?
She pressed her lips together and somehow managed to remain quiet during the next two strokes, both delivered slightly lower than the first lash. She would never sit down again, of that she was certain. She would also be the perfect little girl for Papa from now on. She’d made herself that promise before, but this time she meant it. Seeing the disappointment reflected in her papa’s gaze had left her shaken. She’d known she loved him before today, but she hadn’t realized the profound depth of that love until she had so seriously disappointed him.
She lost count of the lashes and drifted in the pain wrought from her actions. He brought the leather down again and again.Whoosh. Crack. Whoosh. Crack. She gasped and writhed on the desk, and while she lurched up on her tiptoes a few times, her feet never completely left the floor.
She heard a thud and opened her eyes, trying to focus through her tears. Papa had tossed the strap on the floor.
It was over. She’d survived it. But what if her papa was still cross with her? Would he truly forgive her so quickly? She cried harder. He might need a few days to calm down, and she wouldn’t blame him at all. What if he made her sleep in her little girl room, bereft of his touch and his comfort? She covered her face, unable to bear the thought of his coldness toward her. She would endure a punishment like this every day of her life, if only he would wrap his arms around her and snuggle her close.
* * *
He’d been hard on her. He told himself he had no choice, but God, hearing her uncontrollable sobbing wrenched at his heart.
Alexander lifted Cammie off the desk and carried her to the sofa. He sat her on his lap and stroked the tear-matted hair from her face. Her crying finally subsided and when she met his gaze, her eyes widened and she appeared positively panicked.
“It’s over now, Cammie. You took your punishment well. I’m very proud of you, and as I said before, I hope I never have cause to be so strict with you again.” He smoothed her hair behind her ears and started to worry when she didn’t respond. “Cammie?”
“Am-am I forgiven, Papa?” she asked in a shaky whisper.
“God, yes. Of course you are forgiven. Is that why you looked so upset, little girl? You were worried Papa wasn’t going to forgive you?”
“I was so naughty, I worried you might need a few days before you weren’t angry with me anymore. And I-I worried you wouldn’t hold me…afterward,” she confessed as silent tears trickled down her cheek.
He caught a tear with his thumb and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “You are forgiven, Cammie. You were naughty—very much so—but you repented and took your punishment, and now all is forgiven, the slate wiped clean. I’m no longer angry with you, and I will hold you for as long as you need. You’re my little girl and I’ve vowed to always take care of your needs. Even if I was angry with you and you needed a hug, I would never think of withholding affection from you as part of your punishment. Do you understand?” he said gently.
“Oh, Papa. I am so relieved. You really are the best papa in the whole wide world.” She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” he replied, snuggling her closer and stroking her hair. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at her face and nose, tending to her as a good papa should.
He held her until she fell asleep in his arms. Then he carried her upstairs and laid her in his bed. He tucked her in and pulled up a chair to watch her sleep. He wouldn’t leave her alone, not even for a second. They’d both had a trying day and needed one another, even in sleep.
Thank goodness all had ended well today. Alexander was happy she’d found her long lost brother, despite the fact that the young man had once tried to hire her out as a scullery maid. But it had been an act of desperation and not intentional cruelty, Alexander was certain of it, since Robert’s attitude toward Cammie today had been one of kindness and relief once he’d discovered her identity and ascertained that she was safe and sound after many years spent apart.
In his pride, the young man had refused the banknotes Cammie had tried to give him, but Alexander had made it quite clear to Robert that he was part of his family now and if he ever had need of anything, to please not hesitate to ask. Before they departed Mrs. Stilton’s shop, arrangements had been made for Robert to visit Ashton Manor in a fortnight, which had brought a smile to Cammie’s face. Alexander hoped that becoming reacquainted with her brother, who had seemingly done well for himself given the circumstances of his upbringing, would bring some additional joy to her life and help heal the wounds of her past—the dark and scary past that had led her to Miss Wickersham and Talcott House. And eventually, tohim.
Reaching for Cammie, Alexander combed his fingers through her hair and felt relief at the serene expression on her face. He hoped her dreams were as peaceful as she looked.
She slept for about an hour and awoke with a dreamy smile that warmed his heart.
“Papa,” she said, touching his face. “Come to bed with me, Papa. Please.”
He understood what she meant, and he nodded and stood to strip off his clothes. She needed him, and God knew he needed her. He crawled into bed and gathered her close, kissing her for moments on end and running his hands all over her body. However, he was mindful when he rubbed her ass and upper thighs, not wanting to cause her any undue discomfort, as she had already paid her penance. All he wanted now was to love her, to join as one with her and show her that he would always love her and forgive her quickly, no matter how naughty she was.
“On your hands and knees, Cammie.”
“Why, Papa? Are-are you going to train my bottom hole now?”
He felt a grin tugging at his lips, and he leaned down to give her a quick kiss. “As tempting as that sounds, I simply want to shove into your sweet little cunny from behind.” When she still appeared confused, he said, “Trust me. It will be more comfortable if you aren’t lying on your bottom.”
She nodded and he helped her get into the ordered position, and she jutted her reddened behind up high to his liking. He paused to inspect his handiwork and was satisfied that the strapping hadn’t left any serious marks. No broken skin, though her entire bottom was a painful shade of red. Gently, he grasped her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her delicate privates to his gaze.
He guided his cock straight into her warm core, thrusting deep and slow at first, until her eager moans spurned him to pump into her faster and harder. She was so beautiful and loving, his sweet little girl. Thank God he’d found her safe and unharmed. He would never forget the sheer panic of not knowing where she was and if she was safe, but he was confident he’d made her understand the importance of his rules today, particularly the rule about being honest with one another.
She clutched the pillow and arched her bottom higher, and he increased his pace and gripped her hips, lost in his primal need to claim her. A high-pitched whimper escaped her, and a second later he felt the walls of her cunny clamping down tight on his cock.
“That’s it, little Cammie. Come on Papa’s cock like a good girl.”
Not long after, the first wave of his release hit him, his balls seizing up and his cock exploding as he filled her with his seed, pumping deep into her tightness. He withdrew from her carefully and laid down beside her, pulling the covers overtop them both and drawing her close, folding her snugly into his embrace. She gave a sigh of deep contentment and her breaths tickled his chest. His heart swelled to bursting, he was so overcome with affection for her. Indeed, little Cammie was the other half of his soul.
“I love you so much, Papa.” She ran her hands over his back and tangled her legs with his under the covers.
“I love you, too, my sweet little bride. Always and forever.”
