Page 16 of Papa's Captive
Chapter 9
Aspanking!
Rosie’s heart raced. Lord Caldwell—Papa—intended to spank her.
She stared at his muscular forearms as he rolled back his sleeves. He stood beside the bed, his dark hair gleaming in the lantern light, his gaze focused on her with a mounting intensity that put butterflies in her stomach. The aching between her thighs from earlier returned full force, leaving her desperate to squirm and press her legs together. But she dared not move. She didn’t want Papa to notice her discomfort, especially in the prelude to a punishment.
Her pulse thundered in her ears over the noise of the passing storm. What if he removed her shift and drawers and discovered her soaking wet? She moved just enough to detect the moisture escaping her kitty and rubbing between her thighs. Her tummy flipped. Shame heated her face. Perhaps she ought to try talking her way out of this punishment. She didn’t want Papa to discover her state of excitement.
His sleeves now rolled up, he sat on the bed and patted his thigh. “Come here, Rosie. It’s best we get this over with so we can both get some sleep. Place yourself over my lap.”
She shook her head and clutched the covers tighter. “No, Papa. I don’t need a spanking. Please. I feel better after talking to you. Truly.”
“Rosie, it’s understandable that you are nervous,” he said in a gentle tone, “but this needs to be done. Your actions this morning were very naughty indeed and it’s no wonder you are feeling guilty about them, little girl. You need atonement.”
She faked a yawn and pulled the covers up higher, until they rested below her chin. “Papa, I am extremely tired and just know I’ll fall asleep in a minute. Let us talk of this in the morning.” Her insides trembled and the heat surging in her kitty increased in steady waves. Her embarrassment over her bodily reaction to an impending chastisement caused her face to flame anew. Lowering her head, she hoped Papa didn’t notice her incessant blushing.
“If I have to wrangle you out of the covers and force you over my knee, Rosie, I will. But if you make me do so, you’ll receive extra swats to your little bottom.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t want a spanking in the first place, but she most certainly did not want additional swats. She eyed Papa. He looked most serious, his dark eyes fixated on her and his expression resolute.
He wasn’t going to change his mind. This was happening, whether she liked it or not.
After a deep, steadying breath, she pushed the covers off herself and crawled toward Papa, praying he didn’t bare her bottom. The very thought of him glimpsing her nudity, particularly while she was in such an excited state with her kitty aching harder by the moment, was enough to tempt her to make a mad dash from the room.
As she rested on her hands and knees, preparing to venture forward and place herself across his lap, she peered over her shoulder at the closed door.
“Do not even think about it, young lady,” Papa said sternly. “If you ever run from me, Rosie, I will catch you—and quickly. And I very much doubt you will enjoy the consequences of such naughtiness.” His firm tone sent a quiver racing through her.
When she was close enough for him to touch, he reached out and helped guide her over his strong, muscular thighs. The nearness of him overwhelmed her, making her gasp aloud. The shirt he wore only reached his upper thighs, and as she got herself situated over his lap the material moved upward. Through the thinness of her shift, she felt his immense body heat. She couldn’t resist wiggling around for a few seconds, but Papa was quick to put a firm hand on her behind, stilling her movements as he cupped her bottom hard. A strained noise sounded in his throat, as if he were in pain and trying to hide it. She peered over her shoulder at him, concern filling her.
“Papa? Are you all right?” Oh no. Had she hurt him while she crawled onto his lap? Maybe she was too heavy. Her heart started sinking, but he was quick to provide an explanation that soothed her worries.
“I am fine, my love.” He offered her a brief smile before his stern expression returned. “It is simply that your nearness is affecting me.”
“It is affecting me too, Papa,” she said, resisting the urge to squirm again. At least she could still feel the heat from his thighs beneath her. But suddenly, she felt something else.
Something big and hard.
This time she could not help but move around in an effort to understand. The big hard thing beneath her only got bigger and harder, and Papa squeezed her bottom and made a strangled noise in his throat as his entire body stiffened.
“What-what is that, Papa?” she asked, pressing against the hardness underneath her. She peered over her shoulder once more, her curiosity surpassing her embarrassment at finding herself over her betrothed’s lap, about to receive a spanking.
He looked at the ceiling, drew a deep breath, and finally met her eyes. Grasping onto her behind with both hands, he lurched his center up against her, allowing her to better feel the hardness in question. She gasped as delicious, pulsing sensations unfurled within her. She couldn’t explain why, but she had the sudden urge to grind herself against Papa’s big, hard thing.
“That is Papa’s cock you’re feeling, Rosie. My manhood. Do you feel how hard you’re making your papa’s cock?” he asked, once more pressing it upward to her stomach.
Breathless desire consumed her. Strange urges and visions flitted through her mind and she hadn’t the faintest idea where they were coming from. She wanted to straddle Papa’s hardness and rub her kitty against it, and she wanted him to kiss her while she did so. She wanted to see if his manhood—yes, he must be talking about his privates—gave off as much heat as his thighs. His shirt was still covering it so she couldn’t quite tell. But perhaps if she wiggled a little more…
Smack!Papa’s hand stung across her bottom. She tensed and stilled, alarm filling her that he was finally beginning. How many times would he swat her bottom?
“We need to get this over with, little one, and thenwemust sleep.” He said the last three words with an air of forced determination. “You will receive two dozen swats in total. I cannot believe I must say this to you, Rosie, but I never, ever want to hear about you losing your temper and getting into a fight again. Such behavior is unacceptable and will result in the sorest and reddest of bottoms for you.”
“Papa,” she said, feeling the need to defend herself, “In my whole life, this was the first time I lost my temper like that. I swear it. But I-I promise it will not happen again.” As she reflected on her actions with Lily, she experienced a new rush of shame. Had she truly behaved so shamefully this morning? When she recalled all she’d said and done as she tussled with Lily, it seemed as if she were recalling the actions of someone else, they were so out of character for her.
“I hope not,” he replied, “because the next time you won’t have the luxury of your shift and your drawers. Next time you are naughty, Papa will spank your bare little bottom.”
He lifted his hand and brought it down with a resounding crack. The sting took her breath away. He’d struck her harder than the first time. And he’d only just begun. How would she maintain her composure through two dozen searing blows? He delivered a series of rapid smacks to her bottom, and as she tried not to cry out she lost count. Eight? Nine? She wasn’t sure. She only knew she wished for this experience to be over already.
