Page 3 of Papa's Desires
Chapter 2
Her face flaming, Cynny did as ordered, lifting her skirts and bending over the naughty seat, though it shamed her deeply to have to bare her own bottom for punishment. Once she was in position, she fervently wished she had taken to wearing drawers like some of the other girls. But she had never had the luxury of undergarments while living on the street, and she hadn’t thought the three pairs she’d been given along with her new clothes upon arrival at Talcott House were very comfortable, so she usually never bothered wearingany.
Not that wearing drawers would have saved her from a bare bottom spanking, she supposed. If she were wearing a pair, she had no doubt the headmistress would order her to reach back and part the slit of her drawers. But at least the undergarment would’ve hidden some of her private area from Miss Wickersham. Oh, how humiliating it was to know the area between her thighs—her kitty—was on full display to her guardian as she remained bent over the naughty seat, awaiting the firm application of theruler.
Miss Wickersham moved to Cynny’s side and placed a steadying hand on her lower back. Cynny’s stomach promptly flipped and she couldn’t help but clench her behind inanticipation.
“Young lady, there will be no tensing up during your punishment. If you don’t relax those naughty cheeks of yours, I will do something to force you to relax them. Trust me, little girl, you won’t like it onebit.”
Cynny wondered what the headmistress could be talking about. How could she force her to keep her bottom relaxed? She gulped and made her bottom go soft, even though she knew she would now feel the full sting of each smack of the sturdy implement. At least when she was punished with her clothes on, Miss Wickersham couldn’t tell when her bottom was tensed up. How would she ever survive twenty-two whacks on the bare without accidentally tensing up against the punishing blows? Her heart raced withnervousness.
Thwack!The first stroke fell, and Cynny cried out and felt her center jerk forward against the naughty seat as she involuntarily disobeyed the headmistress’s orders and shamefully clenched her cheeks.Ohno.
“Naughty girl.” Miss Wickersham tapped the ruler along Cynny’s thigh. “I will give you one more chance to keep that bottom soft and pliant for the remaining twenty-one strokes, but rest assured that if you clench up again, I will have no choice but to resort to more extreme measures to insure yourcooperation.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I-I shall try, but it’s quitedifficult.”
“Following rules is not always easy, little girl, but one ofmyyoung ladies should have enough restraint to behave herself on most occasions. Now, part your legs a bit wider and we shall continue. I certainly hope you refrain from clenching, lest I am forced to ask Cook to prepare a plug of ginger root for your little hineyhole.”
Awhatfor herwhat?
Surely Cynny must have misheard MissWickersham.
She gasped and peered over her shoulder, preparing to ask the headmistress to repeat herself, but the ruler soon thwacked across her bare cheeks yet again. By some miracle, she managed not to clench during the unexpected blow. She immediately spread her legs a bit further apart as instructed, though she despaired over having her privates even more fullyexposed.
Perhaps the added shame was part of herpunishment.
Before she had time to ponder this, Miss Wickersham pressed harder on her lower back and brought the ruler down again and again, at least ten times in quick succession. Cynny tried to count the blows in her head, but the pain muddled her mind and left her so unable to focus, she could only concentrate on the fire that had been set ablaze on herbottom.
Then ithappened.
Miss Wickersham gave her an especially hard smack, on the tender area of her behind where her thighs curved into her buttocks, and Cynny clenched herbottom.
She gasped loud as dread filledher.
Oh no. No nono.
What if she’d heard the headmistress correctly and the older woman did indeed plan to put ginger root in her bottom hole? Though Cynny couldn’t imagine how ginger root would keep her from clenching, the very idea ofanythinggoing in her bottom hole was embarrassing enough to bring tears to hereyes.
Miss Wickersham made a disappointed noise in her throat, followed by a scoldingtsksound that caused Cynny’s trepidation todeepen.
“Stay right there, young lady, and don’t you dare move. I will return shortly. If you so much as reach back and rub your bottom, even for a second, rest assured that I will find out and we will start your punishment over at stroke numberone.”
The headmistress then departed the room in a quiet swish of skirts, leaving Cynny to her anxious thoughts. She sniffled and wiped at her fresh fallen tears, feeling absolutely wretched. Her bottom burned and she longed to rub out the throbbing sting, but she feared the moment she reached back to caress the globes of her backside, Miss Wickersham would return and catch her in theact.
Cynny concentrated on taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself. She tried to turn her mind off, because she could hardly stand the immense feelings of shame and guilt that were washing through her, along with the fear over whether or not Miss Wickersham really would insert something into her bottomhole.
But it was no use. Cynny couldn’t stop the tears, and she couldn’t quell the unwanted emotions rolling through her. She supposed she would have to endure. How she wished she’d been better. How she wished she’d been good enough to already have been matched with a papa. Then she wouldn’t be here right now, awaiting further punishment and worrying herself over whether or not her actions would endanger the reputation and financial standing of TalcottHouse.
Approaching footsteps and the swish of Miss Wickersham’s skirts prompted Cynny to look over her shoulder, dreadful curiosity curling in herstomach.
“Wh-what is that, ma’am?” Cynny asked, her gaze on a shiny cream colored object in the headmistress’shand.
“This is a plug of ginger root, peeled and prepared for insertion into a naughty little girl’s bottom hole. I find it rather fitting that Cook got to prepare this for you, given the nature of your most recentinfraction.”
Shock swirled through Cynny. She swallowed hard, not quitebelieving.
Did Miss Wickersham truly intend to put that…that thing…into her behindhole?
