Page 23 of Papa's Captive
Papa was going to bathe her.
He was going to put his hands on her and touch her in the most intimate of places.
Anticipation curled in her womanly core.
To her surprise, he suddenly lifted her in his arms, as if she weighed nothing, and placed her in the tub. She closed her eyes and a moan of pleasure drifted from her. The warm water was pure bliss. She sank down in the tub until she was covered up to her neck and couldn’t restrain another moan, which prompted her to flush hotly.
“Don’t be embarrassed, little one,” Papa said as he poured a floral scented soap into the bath. “I am glad you are enjoying yourself and there’s no need to hide it. Besides, I have a feeling you’ll be moaning again and again throughout your bath. I meant it when I said I would be very, very thorough as I bathed you.” One of his dark eyebrows lifted as he paused to stare down at her, his expression serious. “That means Papa is going to cleanse every inch of your little body, including your privates and your bottom.”
That got her attention and made her straighten in the water. But when she sat up, her ninnies bobbed on the surface of the soapy bath, causing her to immediately sink back down. This resulted in water sloshing over the sides of the tub, some of it landing on Papa.
She gasped and stared at him, hoping he wasn’t angry.
“Sorry, Papa.” She gulped hard. “It-it was an accident.”
He gave her a scolding yet affectionate look and playfully tapped on her nose. “It is all right, Rosie, but you must be careful. If you get the floor wet, someone might slip and fall. Do not let it happen again.”
Despite the warmth of the water, tingles raced over her bottom cheeks and a shiver ran down her spine. “I’ll be careful, Papa.”
“Good.” He picked up a washcloth and dipped it into the water. “If you are naughty again, Papa will have to smack your wet little bottom. You don’t want a spanking while you’re in the bathtub, do you?”
Her mouth went dry and she fumbled to reply. “I-er-no, Papa. I will be good. So very good. I do not want a spanking.”
Except there was a small, very tiny part of her that not only wanted another spanking from Papa, but craved it with a surprising intensity that startled her.
What would it be like to feel Papa’s broad palm cracking across her wet, quivering bottom cheeks?
She imagined the sound of the wet slaps and the sharp sting that would no doubt spread over her behind and became rather breathless at the prospect of enduring such an intimate, shameful session of discipline under her Papa’s firm hand.
When he began running the wet, soapy cloth along her arms, she couldn’t help but wiggle around in the tub, the aching in her kitty growing deeper and more urgent. Papa kept dipping the cloth into the water and dragging it along her flesh, moving to her bosom once he finished with her arms. She arched into his touch as he probed her ninnies and they hardened to stiff peaks during his gentle ministrations.
“Mm, Rosie. I think you like it when Papa touches you here.”
She wiggled more in the water, unable to stop herself as the waves of pleasure tightened below her waist. Then she remembered what would happen if she splashed water on the floor again and froze. But the look she gave her papa must have revealed her urgency, because his hand next delved between her thighs and he traced the outer folds of her kitty, teasing and testing the part of her that was begging to be tended.
“I also think you like it when Papa touches you here, Rosie, right on your privates.”
She pressed herself against his fingers and gasped when he grazed over the extra sensitive bud she sometimes rubbed herself. “Oh, Papa.” She whimpered and clutched onto the sides of the tub while he continued his exploration of her kitty. “Papa, please.”
He bestowed soft strokes to her outer lips, followed by more insistent, deeper strokes to the insides of her womanhood. She spread her legs and invited him to keep touching her, to keep making her feel oh so good. Never during the times she’d reached between her own thighs and stroked herself had it felt so wondrous. Before she knew what was happening, she was soaring higher, propelled to unknown heights into the clouds. Heated sensations pulsed through her.
She shut her eyes and gyrated against Papa’s hand as she hovered on the precipice of the unknown bliss she’d tried to unsuccessfully reach on her own. She couldn’t be sure, but she felt something was supposed to happen next. Something euphoric and magical.
“Come for me, Rosie.” Papa’s familiar and comforting deep voice penetrated her conscious, sending a rush of pleasurable tingles to the top of her head, a strange but not unwelcome sensation she’d never experienced before. “Come for Papa.”
Using his thumb, he circled her nubbin faster and harder, while keeping another digit—or perhaps two—partially submerged inside her kitty.Yes yes yes. Almost there.
She didn’t know where she was going, but she was nearly there. Papa had told her to come, and though she didn’t quite understand what he meant, she trusted what was about to happen would please them both.
Stars suddenly exploded behind her eyelids and she gasped as surges of white hot ecstasy consumed her. It went on and on and on, her entire body shattering over and over again.
“Oh! Oh, Papa!” As she moved in tune with the delicious quakes affecting her between her thighs, she heard the splashing of water as it hit the floor—and, no doubt, her papa, too. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she realized she had just been naughty.
But she was still soaring and so lost in the remnants of the greatest pleasure she’d ever known, that the seriousness of her mistake didn’t quite register.
At least, not until Papa spoke.
“You’re a very good girl, Rosie, for coming for your papa.” He paused and ran the washcloth over her sensitized privates. “But you’re also, very, very naughty. You got water all over the floor, young lady. I think you know what that means. A spanking. On your bare, wet little bottom.”
Her eyes shot open. “Papa?”
“Rise up on your knees in the water, clutch the side of the tub, and show me your behind. If you obey me without argument, you’ll only receive ten smacks.”
