Page 7 of Papa's Rules
“Sometimes it is called a cunny.” Cammie startled from the hazy delirium the nurse’s touch caused when she heard Miss Wickersham’s voice. Her face heated at the realization the headmistress planned to observe this most intimate and embarrassing examination. Even more humiliating was Cammie’s reaction to it. Desperate to rub her palms over her tingly ninnies, she had fought the urge and gripped her knees so hard that she had drawn them nearly to her chest. Just a couple more inches and she would be able to accomplish the task by rubbing her thighs against the aching swell of her bosoms.
“Or a quim,” Nurse Lister said, stepping to the side to allow Miss Wickersham a view of the proceedings. “Papas put their hard penises inside their brides and move in and out, just like this until the papa’s seed spurts out and into the mama’s womb, where a baby is made.”
It was nearly too much information for Cammie to comprehend, particularly given her vulnerable and distracted position. Perhaps there was some truth to the salacious whisperings she’d heard from the bigger girls, the rumors she had once thought could not possibly be true.
She wanted to close her eyes, but simply could not. Raising her head, she watched as both women examined her most private places and then discussed her as though she were not in the room. The pulsing between her thighs increased, as if her kitty had a heartbeat of its very own. No, not her kitty. She was to be the wife of a lord, and she ought to use a more grown-up word for her privates. She resolved to think of and refer to her kitty as a quim, or cunny, or vagina from here on out. Thank goodness Nurse Lister and Miss Wickersham had finally told her the proper names, lest she make a fool of herself in front of her new papa.
“I believe Lord Cavendish will be quite pleased with Cammie,” Nurse Lister said. “She is exceptionally responsive.”
“So I see,” Miss Wickersham said, the two women exchanging a glance and a smile. It appeared that Miss Wickersham’s cheeks pinkened when Nurse Lister gazed at her intently. Though curious, Cammie had no time or energy to wonder about Miss Wickersham’s disposition, she was on the verge of exploding. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she could feel a quiver moving through her cunny.
“Oh, look,” Miss Wickersham said, “she is tightening her little bung hole.”
“That reminds me,” Nurse Lister said, nodding her head toward a tray of supplies. “We might as well take her temperature, since she has everything spread nice and wide for us.”
“A grand idea.” Miss Wickersham went to the tray and retrieved a thermometer. “And so business-like to take care of both things at once.”
“I thought you would appreciate the efficiency of it.”
“No, no, no,” Cammie wailed.
“Oh yes, yes, yes,” Miss Wickersham said and gave Cammie a slap that landed in the area between her quim and her bottom hole. Cammie’s head swirled. It seemed every nerve ending in her body was concentrated on that part of her anatomy. Heated coils of pleasure wafted through her veins until she thought she might faint dead away.
While Nurse Lister continued to finger Cammie’s cunny, paying particular attention to a newly discovered nub at the top, pinching and tugging until Cammie nearly passed out, Miss Wickersham smoothed a cold salve over Cammie’s bottom hole. The unfamiliar sensation made Cammie want to both pull away and push closer.
Oh, what was happening to her?
“We are preparing you to be an obedient and pleasing wife for Lord Cavendish,” Miss Wickersham said, and Cammie wondered if she had spoken aloud.
“You had best hurry, Katrina,” Nurse Lister said, “I do not believe little Cammie will be able to hold back much longer.”
Miss Wickersham pushed the tip of the thermometer into Cammie’s rosebud. Cammie gasped with surprise and then bit her lip again in order not to cry out. The thermometer seemed to intrude very far into Cammie’s private hole and if that was not bad enough, Miss Wickersham moved it round and round, working the pucker of Cammie’s bottom.
A spring, like one she had seen inside a pocket watch, tightened inside Cammie’s tummy and kept turning and compressing until, just when Cammie thought the spring would snap and break apart inside her in a million little pieces, a mystifying release came over her. She exploded and felt like she had been shattered and thrown up to the ceiling and then gently floated back down to earth. Her breathing was ragged, but that strange tingly feeling was gone, much to her relief. A deep and dreamy satisfaction hummed through her, and her limbs felt weakened in the aftermath of the blissful detonation. She couldn’t have moved in this moment had her life depended on it, and thankfully neither Nurse Lister or Miss Wickersham ordered her to do so.
“I believe Lord Cavendish will be quite satisfied with our little Cammie, do you not agree, Miss Wickersham?”
“Yes, very satisfied indeed.”
