Page 20 of Papa's Little Bride
Chapter Seven
Kingston
My sweet,but naughty, little girl obediently lays over my lap. A thrill jolts through me to have her in this position, with her bottom jutted up high and her legs slightly parted to reveal the slickness glimmering at the slit of her smooth pinkcunny. She soon gasps and tries to place her thighs together, and I respond by shifting her over one knee, forcing her legs to fall open. I clamp my free leg atop her fidgeting ones and cup her behind cheeks, each in turn, massaging and inspecting her luscious pale globes.
“You will remain spread like this during your punishment, young lady. There will be no hiding from Papa. Your cunnywill remain on full display at all times while I’m reddening your bottom cheeks. I realize this might embarrass you, especially because I’ll be able to see every little glimmer of moisture, and no doubt when you squirm, your secret inner folds, but you were a naughty little girl and this added embarrassment is part of your punishment. This is what happens to naughty little girls. They get turnedover their papa’s knee for a good, hard spanking.” With that, I raise my hand and let the first strike fall. My palm descends on her right cheek with a resounding smack, and I waste no time in delivering the second blow to her left cheek.
“Oh! Ouch!” She wiggles, but I easily hold her in place.
“None of that,” I scold, alternating smacks from one reddening cheek to the other, pepperingher entire bottom with sharp swats. “You’re getting this spanking whether you like it or not.”
As I increase the pace of her punishment, I concentrate a series of slaps to her sit-spot, the sensitive area where her buttocks and thighs meet. She initially twists and howls in my hold, but she soon gives up her struggles and remains somewhat still over my lap. I move higher, spreading thefinal dozen across the center of her bottom, before stopping to rub her inflamed cheeks.
Her sobs quiet the longer I caress her. As I care for her in the aftermath of her first punishment, tenderness for my sweet little girl swells in my heart.
Turning her over, I gather her against my chest and hold her tight, cuddling her on my lap as I stroke her hair and her back.
“Shh,it’s over,” I say. “You took your punishment well, little one. All is forgiven.”
“Thank you, Papa. I’m so sorry for my naughtiness. It won’t happen again.” She sniffles and pulls back to meet my gaze. Tears glimmer in her eyes, but she smiles through them and reaches for me, cupping the side of my face and running her thumb along my cheek. It pleases me that she’s not angry or sulking overher spanking. She’s accepted the consequences of her actions with minimal fuss, and she’s remorseful over her disobedience.
I reach underneath her and give her bottom a gentle squeeze. Her breath catches and she starts squirming. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air. Her cunny had been wet when I turned her over my knee, and the glimmer of moisture reflecting from between her plumppink folds only increased as I chastised her, but I don’t want to reward her for poor behavior.
I won’t allow her to come now. Perhaps later, when I tuck her in for the night.
A knock on the door signals the servants have returned with Faith’s new clothing. My little girl jolts and tries to cover herself up with the shirt, but I make a noise of disapproval in my throat and give hera stern look. There’ll be no covering up.
“Enter!”
A second later, a red-faced maid enters with three large boxes. “Good afternoon, Master Freemont. Here are the items you requested.”
“Place them on the desk, please.” I nod at the small desk that sits near the window. The maid complies, then pauses awkwardly in the middle of the room. Faith once again tries to pull the shirtlower, but I swat her hands away and draw it back up. With the position she’s in, snuggled on my lap and angling forward against me while I hold her tight, the maid undoubtedly has a view of my little girl’s freshly spanked bottom.
“Is there anything else I can bring you, sir?” The maid, a young woman named Gretchen who’s been in my employ for two years now, avoids looking directly at us.Her gaze dances all around the room as she awaits my reply, and her face reddens further.
“No, Gretchen, that will be all. Thank you.”
She dips into a curtsey before making a hasty exit and shutting the door behind her.
“Papa!” Faith says, jumping out of my lap. She stands above me, glaring, and crosses her arms and stamps her foot once. “How could you let her see me likethat?”
“Little girl, you had better calm down and think very carefully about how you are acting right now. You appear on the verge of a temper tantrum, and I will not tolerate an outburst like that, I assure you.” I rise up and tower over her, and she pales a bit and steps back, no doubt realizing the error of her ways. “If it shames you to be seen unclothed with your spanked bottom ondisplay, then I suggest you learn to behave. Gretchen, as well as the other servants, probably heard you getting your bottom smacked, so the fact that you received a punishment from your papa is no secret at all.”
The anger fades from her expression, and her eyes grow wide as a fresh blush tinges her face. “But it was so embarrassing, Papa. It was worse than the actual spanking.” Her voiceis much calmer than before, at least. She heaves a sigh and looks at the closed door from which the maid just exited.
“Faith, when it comes to disciplining you, I will administer a spanking whenever and wherever you need it. If a maid, or another servant, or even another person outside my estate witnesses you getting your bottom reddened, or witnesses the aftermath of it, then so be it.I will not abide naughtiness in any form. If I take you into town and you misbehave in a store, I will not hesitate to bend you over and give you the spanking you deserve. I won’t care who is watching, young lady.”
Her eyes widen further and she swallows hard. “I-I’ll be very well-behaved in public, Papa. I promise.”
“I hope so. Now,” I say, glancing at the boxes on the desk, “let’sget you dressed and then you can visit the orphanage one last time. Take the shirt off, little girl.”
Faith
Before we departPapa’s estate, I’m presented to the rest of his staff. Gretchen, the maid, who blushes when we’re formallyintroduced. A white-haired butler named Bartholomew. Matheus and Tom, the two footmen. And lastly, the groundskeeper, Renny, who also tends to the horses. Renny also brings a two-horse carriage around front and drives us to the orphanage, while I sit on the plush seat inside the closed carriage, holding my papa’s hand while I stare out the small window.
It hasn’t started snowing yet, butthe sky has grown darker than earlier. There aren’t many people on the streets as we approach the poor side of town, where the orphanage is located. I shudder against the chill that’s permeated the carriage and tighten my new cloak around my shoulders. I glance down at my clothing and feel like somewhat of a stranger in my own body.
Papa has dressed me in a pretty, long-sleeved pink dress.Delicate ruffles decorate the neckline, and underneath the frock I’m wearing thick white petticoats. A flush steals over me as I recall the tender look in my papa’s eyes when he helped me get dressed only minutes ago. He’d held out a pair of flower print panties first, and I’d had no choice but to step into them, holding onto his shoulders for support as he pulled them up over my sore bottom.When I tried to put the chemise on by myself, he’d brushed my hands aside and said, “Papa will always pick out your clothing for you and get you dressed each day.”
