Page 12 of Papa's Rules
Her breath caught in a gasp and she stared at him, unmoving, as her eyes grew wider and wider. Had he spoken too sternly and scared her? For a moment, doubts swept through his mind, and his heart pounded with worry. But no, he couldn’t coddle her in this moment. She had earned her first punishment as his bride, never mind that they hadn’t spoken their vows yet, and he had a duty to guide her to the best of his ability, as a good papa ought to guide his little girl.
“If I must put you in the corner myself, I will smack your bottom the entire way there, young lady.”
His threat propelled her into action. She jumped off the couch and strode to the corner, putting her nose against the wall as instructed.
“Good girl. Now, once we are wed, most of your corner time will be spent naked, or at the very least with skirts raised and your bottom bared, while waiting for a spanking. However, since we haven’t spoken our vows yet, I will allow you to maintain your modesty.” He walked closer to her and grabbed ahold of her hips. “Jut your behind out a bit. Think about how the next time you misbehave, you’ll find yourself standing naked in a corner, waiting for your papa to come tend to your naughty bare bottom.”
A tremor ran through her, but she obeyed, angling her bottom out.
Then he cupped her behind, a bold move that surprised even him.
“Tonight, you will share my bed. I will see you unclothed, little Cammie, and I can assure you, I will be inspecting your bare bottom for any lingering redness from the spanking the nurse gave you. I realize that might embarrass you, but I’m to be your husband and your papa, and there will be no secrets between us.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Papa. Call me Papa, Cammie.”
“Yes, Papa.”
Papa. How he had longed for a little miss to call him Papa and Cammie was even more perfect than he had ever dared to hope. Miss Wickersham had a reputation for sweet young ladies who had been reared in her care to yearn for a papa, but he had never really believed it was possible for her to make a match which suited him immediately.
“How old are you, Cammie?” he asked suddenly. Miss Wickersham had assured him the girl was of age, but Cammie was rather petite.
“Poor nutrition, not to mention frequent bouts of starvation, often inhibits proper growth in children,” Miss Wickersham had said with an imperious sniff when he had commented on Cammie’s size. He had felt properly chastened, but still wished to affirm the girl’s age. He was not one to tamper with children.
“I am nineteen, Papa,” she replied, her nose still pressed to the diverging walls of the corner.
“Nineteen,” he repeated, stepping back to admire the position she’d taken up with only minimal prompting and no arguments whatsoever. It pleased him that she was amenable to receiving discipline, even physical correction. He couldn’t wait to strip off her dress later and inspect every inch of her luscious little body, including her bare behind. Perhaps he would give her a few playful swats in the bedroom, to help her become accustomed to his expectations in a bride and help her feel more comfortable when the time finally came that he must give her a well-earned spanking.
“I realize I am young, Papa, but I can assure you that I’m very grown up. I am ready to become a wife. Nurse Lister also explained to me how babies are made. I know you must stick your, um, penis inside my cunny. I promise to hold my legs wide apart and be a good girl and hold very still while you do that.”
Christ. The things she said. Her innocent, sweet promise to hold still while he claimed her as his bride made his cock thicken again. He returned his hand to her bottom and gave it a squeeze. “I can promise you, little Cammie, that whatever technical explanation the nurse gave you was woefully lacking. I will teach you all you need to know in the bedroom, but know that I will require your complete obedience. If I ask you to do something and you refuse, you will be punished. Now, no more talking until I give you permission to speak. You will remain in this position for as long as it pleases me, thinking about how naughty it was of you to disobey Miss Wickersham’s instructions to remain in this room. I also want you to think about how the next time you misbehave, you will go over your papa’s knee for a hard, shameful spanking on your bare little bottom.”
A small gasp left her, but she wisely didn’t utter a word.
* * *
Lord Cavendish—no,Papa—had put her in the corner. Not only that, but he’d promised to spank her bare bottom the next time she was naughty. Oh, and tonight he would see her naked and stick his penis—whatever that was—inside her. Her mind swirled and she felt faint as she tried to hold the increasingly uncomfortable position in the corner.
Her stomach flipped. What if Miss Wickersham returned with the vicar early, only to find her charge already in trouble with her new papa? She hoped Papa called her out of the corner soon. Worry began to gnaw at her as the minutes ticked by. It shamed her that her bottom was jutted out in a most unladylike manner, and when her papa had squeezed her behind, he’d reinvigorated the sting leftover from the spanking Nurse Lister had given her yesterday.
She gave an impatient sigh, frustrated that she couldn’t seem to control herself. To make matters worse, she was having a difficult time holding still with her nose pressed to the wall and her cunny feeling achier by the second. What she wouldn’t give to straighten and press her legs close together to relieve the building ache. Perhaps when Lord Cavendish and Miss Wickersham had left this room earlier, her time would have been better spent stroking that deliciously sensitive nubbin hidden within the folds of her cunny, rather than leaving the room and getting herself locked out of the house. They’d left her alone long enough for her to have had time to pleasure herself, but now, here she was in the corner, despite trying to do the right thing and avoid punishment in the first place.
The indignity and unfairness of her situation prompted her to sigh again, louder this time, and even go so far as to stomp her foot, as if she were a naughty child in the midst of a temper tantrum.
“Cammie, that’s enough.” Her papa didn’t sound the least bit pleased by her theatrics. “I thought a corner time punishment would be welcome, as far as chastisements go, especially considering that your bottom is still sore from your recent spanking at Talcott House, but it appears you don’t appreciate the leniency I tried to show you. I assure you, the rest of your time spent in this room will be most uncomfortable. Now, come here.”
Oh no. What had she done? Her tummy flipped as she turned around to face her stony-faced papa. Fear wound through her, and while she still felt safe being alone with Lord Cavendish, she didn’t think she would like what was about to happen.
He removed his jacket, laying it on the couch, and began to roll his sleeves up in a methodical manner, keeping his stern gaze fixed on her.
“As I have said, I will not tolerate a disobedient little girl. I realize your bottom might still be pinkened from yesterday’s spanking, but that’s not going to stop me adding to it and giving you the correction you so richly deserve. Given your huffing and stomping, it’s my opinion that Nurse Lister did not spank you nearly hard and long enough. I intend to remedy that right now, Cammie. You have left me no choice,” he said as he finished rolling up his sleeves.
As his words sank in and her anxieties grew, she found herself staring at his thick manly forearms, along with his large hands. Oh dear. His hands were a lot larger than Nurse Lister’s or Miss Wickersham’s. She gulped, and a second later, her hands flew behind her as she attempted to shield her bottom.
“Oh, Papa! I’m so sorry. But you made me stand in the corner for a long, long time. And it’s not fair,” she said, resisting the urge to stomp again. “I mean, if I hadn’t gone outside to smell the flowers, I would have likely gotten into trouble in this room.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “What kind of trouble, young lady?”
