Page 16 of Papa's Rules
“Would you like to try on one of your new dresses, Cammie?” Papa asked with a gleam in his eye. “I would very much like to see you in some of the items I selected for you. I have a particular ensemble in mind for our wedding ceremony.”
A joyful smile covered her face. “Oh, yes, Papa. I would like that very much. It was a long trip here today and fresh clothing would make me very happy. Besides,” she glanced up at him with a saucy look, “I wish for you to be happy as well.”
“It would make me very happy.” He reached behind her to work the closures on her traveling dress and when he did, it brought him ever so close to her.
The ninnies on her breasts got hard and rubbed against the fabric of her chemise and the tingly feeling got stronger. Papa had opened all the closures on her dress and slowly lowered it. Cammie’s breath caught in her throat as he worked the gown down her body, first revealing her shoulders and then tugging the sleeves until her arms were bare, leaving the bodice of her dress resting along her hips. Cammie snuck a peek downward, her breasts felt heavy and the tips ached. Why was her body acting so strangely? She swallowed hard and tried to compose herself.
Looking up into her papa’s face, she saw he was staring at her breasts. She worried her lip before whispering, “I am sorry, Papa.”
“Why are you sorry, sweet Cammie?”
“M-my ni-ninnies are all hard. It feels funny. I wonder if there is something w-wrong with me.” She turned her face away, unable to bear his scrutiny and horrified by what his response might be.
His fingertips brushed gently along the fabric over her breasts, sending a jolt of heat directly to her lady parts, and she squirmed in place atop the upholstered stool. “Oh, Papa, what is that? What is wrong with me?”
“There is not one thing wrong with you, my dear Cammie.” Papa’s voice sounded funny, sort of husky and emotional and Cammie saw him lick his lips while he gazed upon her fabric covered breasts.
“B-but, Papa,” she insisted, “I feel so strange, sort of hot and then tingly and I am sure I must have the flu or something. Oh, Papa, I am so sorry. Please do not send me back with Miss Wickersham. I am certain I will feel better in just a few days and then we can enjoy ourselves.”
Papa chuckled and cupped her face with his strong palms, forcing her eyes to meet his. “Do you feel tingly down between your legs as well?”
“Y-yes, Papa,” she said, shamefaced. “I feel like I am leaking down there too.”
“Hmm. You had better let me take a look.” He released her face and proceeded to lift her chemise from her ankles, to her knees and higher.
By the time he raised it and parted her drawers to expose her moisture laden lady parts, Cammie was in a frenzy of embarrassment and achy longing. She alternated between biting her lip and crying out in undecipherable moans.
When she stood before him and he had exposed her feminine parts, Cammie covered herself with her hands, but Papa gently moved them away. “You will not hide from me, little Cammie. All of your body is mine, and I shall gaze upon it whenever I so choose. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Papa.”
“Your body is beautiful, and it makes me happy to be able to look at it and touch it. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of.”
“Y-yes, Papa.”
She watched as her papa took her chemise and carefully lowered it toward her knees. She wished he would touch her some more, but she dared not say so, it would be too shameful to voice such things aloud. Besides, she enjoyed the opportunity to study him as he carefully moved the chemise down her stocking covered legs.
He reached up beneath her chemise and untied the ribbons holding her stockings in place and they fell around her ankles.
