Page 19 of Papa's Little Bride
I swallow hard. My behind tingles. Nerves keepfluttering in my stomach and shame washes through me, sharp coursing humiliation over my grave misdeeds.
Not only did I stroke my flower, but I lied to my papa as well. My pulse skitters under the anticipation of my impending chastisement. I bury my face in his chest in an effort to hide my deep mortification.
“It’s best we get this over with.” He pulls back and settles a stern lookupon me. “Stand up, young lady. Naughty girls must be dealt with firmly.”
His deep, scolding voice resonates inside me, reinvigorating all the aching that had not so long ago led to my downfall.
Oh no. Not again.
What will he think if he notices me growing wet during my punishment? I resolve to keep my legs clamped tightly together, lest he glimpse this fresh moisture gatheringin my cunny.
I stand up, and to my surprise, he guides me to an empty corner. Then, to my embarrassment, he lifts the nightshirt up to reveal my naked bottom.
“Hold this around your waist and keep your nose in that corner, little girl.”
“Papa?”
“You will stand there for several minutes and contemplate your misdeeds. Think about how naughty it was of you to touch whatdoesn’t belong to you, and think about how naughty it was to lie to your papa. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, little girl.”
Oh, I am ashamed. Deeply so. I remain in place, with my nose to the corner and my soon-to-be punished buttocks on display. I hear his retreating footsteps, but he doesn’t leave the room, and I’m not sure where he’s standing. But I know he’s staring at me, becauseI can feel the heat of his gaze. It’s overwhelming, but at the same time it’s also comforting. He’s here with me, sharing this moment, no matter how uncomfortable and tense it might be for both of us, and best of all—he’s not going to toss me aside as if I’m nothing just because I misbehaved.
The minutes tick by, and I wonder how long he’ll make me stand here like this. Not that I’m ina hurry to get to the spanking part, but it’s difficult to stand here and not fidget, especially when I know he’s staring at my bare bottom.
A desperate moan builds in my throat as the heat in my loins quickens, but I somehow manage to keep quiet, and I also succeed in keeping my thighs pressed together to hide my growing arousal.
At least I know what it is that makes my flower soachy. I’m not sick. There’s nothing wrong with me. I just crave my papa’s touch. If he notices my moisture while he spanks me, will he decide to help the throbbing in my core? The thought of his hands on me, down there, makes the pulses come faster and hotter. My breasts feel heavy and my nipples tighten against the soft fabric of his shirt I’m wearing.
His footsteps sound behind me, andthen he’s right beside me, cupping my bottom and speaking into my ear.
“Have you thought long and hard about why you are standing in this corner, young lady?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Tell me.”
“I-I touched my flower and gave myself a release without permission.”
“And why is that wrong?” His hot breath tickles my ear.
“Because my cunny belongs to you, Papa.”
“Very good. What else?”
“The lies, I told some lies. I didn’t really go to sleep right away, and I also lied about touching myself at first. I’m sorry for everything, Papa,” I say, my lower lip trembling as my throat constricts with emotion. How badly will the spanking hurt? How long will it last? I’ve never actually had a spanking before, and not knowing entirely what to expect increasesmy nervousness. Quick breaths shudder in and out of my chest, but despite my fears, the aching in my center doesn’t abate in the least. If anything, it deepens.
“That’s correct. You should never lie to me, Faith. Little girls are never to lie to their papas. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. It won’t happen again. Any of this. I swear it.”
He grasps my hand and leads me to themiddle of the room, then releases me to go retrieve a chair from against the wall. Not the rocking chair, but a different one with a tall straight back. He drags it close to me and takes a seat, then urges me to stand between his spread legs.
When I peer down into his dark stern gaze, I feel just like a naughty little girl about to be spanked by her papa.
It doesn’t feel like pretendat all.
It feels very real, I think, as he lifts an eyebrow at me and points at my bare cunny.
“When you touch yourself without your papa’s permission, young lady, you are debasing yourself. I won’t have my little girl behaving in such a manner. If this becomes a recurring problem, you can expect more than a simple hand spanking. If I have to spread your legs wide and smack yoursmooth flower petals to get through to you, I will do just that.”
I gasp and start to shield my cunny, but I quickly remember what got me into this situation in the first place, and I move my hands back to my sides. He tucks the shirt high around my waist again, and I obediently hold it up, clutching the fabric tightly so as not to be tempted to cover myself up.
“As for the lies,”he says, shaking his head in disappointment, “you will soon learn that Papa doesn’t tolerate any untruths from his little girl. Even little fibs will be strictly punished. I expect nothing but absolute honesty from you, Faith. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good. Now, let’s get on with it. Papa is going to spank this naughty bottom of yours bright red. Over my knee, little girl.”
