Page 17 of Papa's Captive
Papa spanked hard!
“Please! That’s enough! I-I’m sorry!” She writhed over his lap as he continued on, landing stinging swat after stinging swat upon her behind. Knowing she had the protection of her drawers and shift, but next time she was naughty her punishment would be on the bare, had her vowing to be on her best behavior for the rest of her life. She couldn’t imagine how badly it would hurt if Papa administered her spanking on the bare.
“We are only halfway through, young lady,” he said, striking her cheeks again.
Her eyes burned with emotion and her bottom felt aflame. She sniffled and tried to will herself to remain somewhat still for the remainder of her punishment. She didn’t want to earn extras, or worse—for Papa to think she was trying to escape.
The sound of his hand cracking on her backside echoed in the room and was interspersed with the occasional crack of thunder. A few moments ago, the rain had started pounding the roof harder than before. At least no one in the inn would overhear her shame.
“Two more left,” Papa said, “and these will be the hardest.”
* * *
William crackedhis palm over her bottom, landing one last stinging swat to each of her cheeks. She’d stopped writhing around toward the end of her punishment, and he admired her for taking her spanking so well. When he’d brought her up to their shared bedchamber, he hadn’t anticipated having to spank her this evening. But he couldn’t have allowed her to wallow in her guilt. Not when he could do something about it. Besides, even if she hadn’t been feeling guilty about her behavior earlier in the day, she had most certainly been naughty and had indeed earned this spanking.
He cupped her bottom and caressed her little cheeks, then moved one hand up to rub her back, hoping to comfort her. She emitted a soft sigh and he turned her over on his lap, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair. She laced her arms around his waist and returned his embrace, snuggling her face against his shirt.
Affection for her brimmed in his heart as he held her tighter. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her floral shampoo.
“Are you all right, little one?” He withdrew from her slightly to gaze into her eyes. Then he wiped the moisture from her face with his thumbs and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Yes, Papa. I-I am well.” She displayed an adorable blush and tried to lower her head, but he caught her chin between his fingers and forced her to hold his stare.
“Do you still feel guilty over your behavior this morning?”
Her eyebrows drew together as a look of concentration overcame her. “Hm. I suppose I really do feel better. Thank you, Papa.” Her blush deepened and she shifted on his lap, causing him to become painfully aware of his increasing hardness. His cock could cut steel right about now.
“I’m pleased you are feeling better.” He watched as she winced and wiggled around on his lap, as if trying to alleviate her discomfort. “Sore bottom notwithstanding,” he added with a grin.
She returned his smile and the last of the awkward tension between them dissipated. She didn’t hold a grudge against him for taking her in hand, and though he hadn’t liked causing her pain, he had done what he must, fulfilling his duties as her papa.
He gathered her closer and held her in his embrace for several minutes. The rain pounding on the roof lessened to a steady patter and the crackling of thunder eventually ceased along with the howling of the wind.
A soft sigh escaped her and she soon fell asleep in his arms.
William couldn’t recall having ever been so content in his life, holding the woman he loved as she drifted off to her dreams with a soundly spanked bottom. He reached underneath her and cupped her left cheek through her shift and drawers, longing to touch her nakedness, though vowing to keep his senses about him until they spoke their marriage vows.
She moaned in her sleep and pressed her backside to his hand, as if seeking more of his touch. He placed her on the bed beside him, tucked her under the covers, and embraced her from behind. Falling asleep with her nestled in his arms was bliss. He slept soundly, dreamlessly, until the sounds of the inn rustling awake in the dawn roused him to full alertness.
The sight that greeted him shocked him to his very core. Rosie was still ensconced in his arms, though she’d turned over to face him at some point during the night, and she had a hand buried between her thighs, stroking herself as a little moan drifted from her lips.
He stared at her, supposing she believed him to still be asleep. He kept very, very quiet, as he observed her in all her naughtiness. Her eyes remained shut tight as she continued her explorations of her privates. The covers were partially thrown back, giving him a glimpse of her bare thighs, though her hand shielded the sweetness between her legs. He could smell her though, and he breathed deep and savored the scent of her arousal in the air.
The naughty little girl.
He supposed it was time for him to lay down the rules he expected her to follow. Obviously, she had no idea it was improper for her to touch herself without permission. Or perhaps she knew she was being naughty but thought she would get away with it. He studied her for a long moment as her features became more urgent, as if she was nearing the precipice of a release. His cock hardened and his balls drew up tight. Damn Gretna Green for being a full day’s ride away. What he wouldn’t give to sink his aching manhood into her feminine sheath right now.
Hold her down. Pound into her. Make her see stars.
He held his breath, waiting to see if she would come.
But a look of frustration appeared and she withdrew her hand from her privates.
She opened her eyes and screamed.
“Papa!” She shoved her shift back into place and scrambled under the covers. “I thought you were sleeping!” she called out from her hiding place.
Flipping the covers off her, he drew her flush against him and leveled a scolding look on her. “Naughty, naughty little girl. Were you touching yourself without permission?”
“What do you mean with-without permission?” Confusion glinted in her stunned gaze. “It’s my kitty.”
He boldly reached between her thighs and cupped her quim, giving it a firm squeeze through the barrier of her shift and drawers. “No, it’s not. Your kitty belongs to me.”
