Page 6 of Papa's Rules
“I certainly hope that when your papa gives you instructions you will be more cooperative than you have been here this morning. If you had not been full of shenanigans and impertinence, you would have been finished with your exam and sent on your way to spend the day with your friends before you leave. Now, however, I believe you will need some additional attention so I can assure Miss Wickersham you are prepared to be a proper wife.”
“Ad-additional attention?” Cammie licked her lips, which had suddenly become dry.
“This is the last time I am going to tell you to strip off your clothes, Cammie. After that, I will handle the matter myself. Now, get to it.”
The nurse towered above her, arms crossed, eyes piercing Cammie over the top of her glasses.
“Are you going to watch me t-take off my clothes?”
“I must keep an eye on you, mustn’t I? You have done nothing this morning to assure me you know how to behave at all. It is as though, despite all of the time and effort Miss Wickersham has put into turning you into a proper little miss, you have forgotten everything and have decided to act like a stubborn, uncooperative mite. Is that the way you repay Miss Wickersham for all her kindness? Has she ever asked anything of you in the years you have been here, other than to obey her rules?”
A weight of guilt fell upon Cammie. Thinking back to what she could recall of her life before arriving at Talcott House, all she could remember was misery and loneliness. Miss Wickersham had vanquished all of that and given her all a little girl could need to grow up. She had even found a papa for Cammie to take care of her for the rest of her life.
“Cat got your tongue? I expect an answer.”
“I am sorry, Nurse Lister. I have not behaved properly today and that is not fair to Miss Wickersham.”
“Good. But that does not change the fact that you are going to get a meticulous exam. You have wasted enough of my time this morning.” With that, the nurse spun Cammie around and opened the fastenings on her dress, untied her pinafore, and tugged the garments to the floor, nudging Cammie with her knee to indicate that she was to step out of the puddle of clothing.
“Chemise, off.” Nurse Lister was no nonsense, but Cammie still had trouble following her instructions.
“My, you are a stubborn one. I wonder if I ought to tell Miss Wickersham how much trouble you are so that she can find another little girl to marry Lord Cavendish. I cannot imagine that he would welcome a bride who is as obstinate and troublesome as you.”
“Oh, no, no. I will be a good girl. I promise. I am the only one who can be Lady Cavendish and I will do a good job, just you wait and see.”
“Then strip out of that chemise and get on the table.” Nurse Lister was beyond exasperated, and she gave Cammie’s bottom a hard swat. The thin layer of her chemise was no protection and the nurse continued to swat while Cammie pulled the garment over her head and scampered to the exam table, all the while followed by the determined nurse with the firm hand.
Once Cammie was upon the table, Nurse Lister continued to work out her frustrations on the poor globes of Cammie’s bottom. “Ouch, that hurts.” Cammie moved from side to side in an attempt to get away from Nurse Lister’s swats, but the older woman simply moved her palm to meet the cheeks of Cammie’s bottom regardless of how fast she moved on the table. “You can wiggle all you want, naughty little miss, but I will not stop swatting until you hold still, so if you know what is good for you, you will end this silliness at once. I believe we shall take your temperature last, so roll over on your back and be quiet.”
Cammie obeyed, turning her naked form over and lying upon the examination table completely bare. She wanted to cover herself, but with only two hands, she did not know whether to shield her breasts or her girlie bits. By the time Cammie made up her mind and made to put her hands over her ninnies, Nurse Lister had sprung into action. To Cammie’s utter shock, Nurse Lister gathered up a shaving cup and razor, briskly lathering up the dark curls over her womanhood and removing them with a few efficient strokes of the razor. Before her brain had registered what had just happened, the nurse moved on to her next task.
She pushed Cammie’s feet toward her backside. “Do something useful and hold your knees apart.”
Nurse Lister leaned toward the opening between Cammie’s thighs and peered down, as though studying what she saw. Cammie wrapped her fingers around her kneecaps and fought against the flush that felt like it started in her kitty and moved throughout her entire body. Cammie held her breath and closed her eyes, hoping Nurse Lister would be quick about her business...whatever that might be. Never in a million trillion years had Cammie ever expected that a nurse would want to look at her kitty. Scrunching her eyes closed as tightly as she could, Cammie hummed a tune in her head and tried not to think about what was happening.
That strategy worked fairly well until a cool finger slipped into Cammie’s secret folds. Cammie’s eyes flew open and a gasp exploded from her lips. Were it not for the firm hand of Nurse Lister holding her shoulder to the exam table, Cammie would have jackknifed into a sitting position and possibly off the table all together.
Instead, she was forced to lie there and experience something so new and strange and forbidden, yet so tantalizing and delicious she held her breath and waited for the Nurse’s exploration to continue. Her pink ninnies got hard and achy and her breasts felt heavy while heat thrummed through her body. Her pulse quickened and she gasped.
“W-what are you doing?” she managed to say between labored, shallow breaths.
Lifting her head as much as she could, Cammie gazed down between her bended knees and her eyes met those of Nurse Lister. Embarrassment coursed through her. No one had ever examined her private parts before. The longer she stared at the nurse, with her legs still spread shamefully wide, the deeper her sense of exposure grew. Why was her kitty becoming so hot and tingly? Feeling chastened and vulnerable, she wished she could just disappear in this moment. She also regretted not obeying Nurse Lister more quickly. Her bottom cheeks felt aflame from the hard swats she’d received for not taking her clothes off and climbing onto the exam table at a pace to satisfy the nurse. Though she wished to close her legs and hide her shame, Cammie didn’t dare to move. She didn’t want another spanking.
“Do you know where babies come from, Cammie?” While she spoke, the nurse’s finger continued to stroke the feather lips of Cammie’s kitty. Cammie’s knees, which she continued to hold, began to quiver.
“Mamas have babies,” Cammie stated simply.
“That is true.” Nurse Lister added another finger and slid them in and out of Cammie’s kitty like a piston. “But do you know how the mamas get the babies?”
“From papas,” Cammie said, gripping her knees hard in hopes of stemming her reaction to what the nurse was doing to her. A fresh wave of heated pulses unfurled from somewhere deep within her, and her toes curled and her back arched slightly, as if she was being drawn toward the strange but pleasurable sensations the nurse inflicted upon her. Dear God, what was happening to her?
“Oh, look how wet you are. Lord Cavendish will be very pleased.” Nurse Lister held her two fingers up. They glistened with moisture. Cammie squirmed on the table. Bereft of the nurse’s touch, she was eager for her shameful examination to continue, but didn’t dare to actually say as much. It would be too humiliating to say the words, but her body did not seem to mind and her hips bucked toward Nurse Lister’s fingers as if acting on their own. She felt as if she were hovering on the precipice of some unknown bliss, and she found herself fighting the temptation to reach between her legs and stroke her own kitty. She doubted the nurse would like it very much if she released her knees and got in the way of her examination though, so she wisely remained still. Well, as still as she could manage. Cammie’s hips lurched forward yet again, without any conscious thought on her part.
Nurse Lister glanced down at Cammie’s naked lady bits. “My, you are an eager one. Yes, Lord Cavendish will be quite pleased indeed.”
“Wh-why will he be pleased? And how do papas give mamas babies?” Short of breath and feeling on edge, Cammie mustered every bit of strength in her reservoir to ask those two vital questions, then she laid back against the table. Her compliance was rewarded when Nurse Lister resumed stroking her wet kitty.Oh, yes, she almost uttered, then clamped her lips firmly shut out of renewed shame, but she didn’t want the nurse to cease her attentions. Not yet. Something was coming. Cammie felt sure of it, as the aching in her privates deepened and sent more heated tingles throughout her entire body.
“Papas give mamas babies by putting their penis inside the mama’s kitty, though vagina is the technical term.”
