Page 37 of Papa's Rules
Epilogue
Tonight was the night. She was certain of it.
Cammie paced nervously in Papa’s bedroom. He’d ordered her upstairs, telling her to await his arrival in his room, rather than her little girl room. Given all the extra attention he’d shown her bottom hole lately, and given that she’d successfully taken the largest of the plugs the last two days in a row, she suspected he meant to stick his big hard cock into her hiney hole tonight.
She gulped. Papa’s manhood was still larger than the biggest plug. Would she be able to take it? Her breath caught in her throat. Would he come inside her backthere?
Well, she supposed she would find out soon. The telltale sound of his footsteps coming down the hallway made her tummy flip, and she instinctively reached behind herself to shield her bottom, even though Papa wasn’t yet in the bedroom. Feeling silly, she forced her arms to her sides and watched the door, her anticipation growing by the second.
His words from weeks ago came rushing back.
All your holes belong to your papa. Your cunny. Your mouth. And even your rosebud. Whichever hole I want to fill, that’s the hole you will take my cock in, little girl.
Papa entered and closed the door behind him. She peered at him, undone by a sudden bout of shyness, despite the fact that they’d been married for a while now. His strong presence dominated the room, and she felt a tad faint as he approached her. Her gaze drifted lower, and she gasped at the sight of his hugeness tenting the front of his trousers.
Papa was already hard for her.
Though she’d come to him an innocent virgin, she now understood that her papa’s cock became hard when he desired her. A deep ache pulsed between her thighs, and she hoped he still gave her kitty some attention tonight. Often when he pushed a plug into her bottom hole, he would stroke her privates and circle her sensitive nubbin until she became delirious with the pleasure of it and rode the waves of ecstasy to a mind-numbingly blissful release.
Oh dear. She was certain her drawers were soaking now, her musings had turned so naughty and her privates wouldn’t cease clenching and tingling. Her behind cheeks clenched when Papa strode toward her.
“I think you know what’s going to happen tonight, don’t you, little girl?”
“I-I believe so, Papa.”
“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.” Lust blazed in his eyes.
“You’re going to claim my bottom hole with your manhood, Papa.” She gulped and fidgeted in place, twisting her fingers together.
He guided her closer to the bed. “That’s correct, little girl. Tonight, that tight pucker between your bottom cheeks is all mine.” He stepped behind her and began unfastening the laces on the back of her dress. She trembled as he undressed her, but her shaking wasn’t from fright. She was quivering with the anticipation of feeling his hugeness inside the most private part of her. In a way, it felt more intimate than accepting his cock into her cunny. Her breaths quickened and her pulse raced, her heart pounding in her ears.
He pushed her dress down off her shoulders and over her hips, and she stepped out of the garment with his assistance. Next, he stripped off her chemise, stockings, and drawers, leaving her completely bared. It was summer now, and the night was warm enough that a window had been opened, and a light breeze entered to caress her flesh and heighten her senses.
“Get on the bed, little Cammie. Get on your hands and knees for Papa.”
She obeyed, crawling atop the covers and getting into position. She lifted her bottom high in the air and arched her back, offering up her bottom to her papa. His breath caught and she smiled to herself, knowing that he must’ve noticed the moisture coating her bare quim. As she’d moved into position, she’d felt the slickness of it rubbing between her thighs.
“So wet, little girl. It’s a shame Papa isn’t fucking your cunny tonight.”
“Papa! That’s bad language.”
She heard the telltale sounds of him removing his clothing, and moments later he crawled onto the bed behind her. He gave her bottom a sharp slap. “Yes, it is, and I had better not hear you using grown up words like that ever.”
“I’m a good girl,” she replied in a saucy tone, giving a slight wiggle of her rear. “You’ve never had to punish me for using bad language before.”
“You have a point.” He smacked her bottom again.
“Ouch! Why are you spanking me then?”
“Because you have a cheeky tone right now, young lady, and cheeky little girls get spanked in this household.”
“Sorry, Papa,” she said, in the most demure voice she could muster.
“That’s better.” He ran his hands along the curve of her back and shifted closer.
She gasped at the feel of his hardness touching her inner thighs. Then he reared back and boldly pulled her bottom cheeks wide apart.
“Are you nervous, Cammie?”
