Page 24 of Papa's Captive
Chapter 12
William watched as a blushing Rosie got into the ordered position. His cock was already rock hard but somehow managed to stiffen further at the sight of her cute little bottom hovering above the soapy water. She clutched the side of the tub and peered back at him over her shoulder, her pretty blue eyes wide and full of remorse.
He wasn’t truly upset with her. He understood she’d been unable to help splashing water on the floor, she had been so lost in her pleasure as he stroked her kitty and brought her to the heights of what he suspected was her first release. But he’d promised her a spanking if she got water on the floor and he was a man of his word. Of course, he wouldn’t spank her particularly hard, given the circumstances of her misbehavior. This was an exercise in trust, and her obedience pleased him greatly. Despite her obvious nervousness, she had still gotten into position and was humbly awaiting the first slap to her wet bottom.
He cupped her right cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. “Naughty little girls get very red, very sore bottoms, don’t they, Rosie?”
Her eyes widened further and she slowly turned around, facing the other way as she awaited her chastisement. She clutched the tub until her knuckles turned white and he noticed her legs trembling in the water. He suspected her shaking was due to a combination of nerves and the lingering effects of her release.
As he moved to cup her left cheek, he allowed his fingers to wander close to her back hole. She tensed but didn’t try to pull away from his explorations. He pulled one of her cheeks to the side and revealed her secret hole, a dark pink pucker that was glistening from the bath water. Unable to resist, he brought his other hand forward and pressed a finger to her most private entrance. She lurched forward and her entire bum tensed around his probing digit.
“Papa, no!” She released her hold on the tub and tried to cover her behind, but he didn’t release his hold on her backside and continued pressing his finger onward, trying to breach her tight little pucker.
“You don’t get to tell Papa no, young lady,” he said in a stern tone. “You belong to me now. Every little part of you is mine to touch and explore. Even this little puckering hole of yours.”
“But Papa! It is not proper!” She sounded truly scandalized that he would dare to touch this private place of hers.
“Rosie, be still. Papa wants to see how tight your bottom hole is before your spanking.”
She gave a strangled gasp and struggled to hold her position. He urged her to bend over further and arch her back, which also put her gleaming cunny lips on display. For a moment, William could only stare. His breath left him in a whoosh and desire gripped him. She wasn’t simply wet from the bathwater, he realized as he inspected her more closely, her kitty was also covered in her own arousal.
His cock leapt and pressed against the front of his trousers, so rigid he nearly groaned at his growing discomfort. If he didn’t sink into her sweet tightness soon, he would go mad.
Concentrating on the task at hand, he returned his focus to her delectable back hole, pushing into her snug passage until the tip of his finger was submerged. She clenched around the intrusion and moaned.
She was tighter than he expected and he would have to begin her bottom hole training soon. Luckily, he had placed an order for arse plugs, as well as other items for Rosie, at several of the most fashionable shops on Bond Street before his departure from London. In mere days, a trusted servant from his London residence would arrive with the readymade clothing items, slippers, hats, gloves, and even the plugs for his little bride’s private hole.
“You’re very tight, little one,” he said in a strained voice. “Papa will have to train you to accept more than one finger back here.”
She peered over her shoulder at him, shock written on her face. “But-but why? Why must I acceptanythingback there?”
“Because it will please me.” He slowly withdrew from her behind. “And I have no doubt it will please you, as well, though training your bottom hole might be challenging for you at first.”
“Tr-training my bottom hole?” Her lips parted on a quick intake of breath. “I do not believe I like the sound of that, Papa. Is-is this truly what married people do? Will, um, will I be expected to put my, um,fingers,” she said in a whisper, “inyourback hole as well?”
William had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling. He did not want her to think he found her inexperience amusing and end up wounding her pride. But it was difficult not to find himself enchanted by her sweet innocence when it came to the pleasures of the marital bed.
He returned to cupping her bottom and met her gaze. “No, my sweet, you will not be expected to put your fingers anywhere inside me. I will be the one putting things inside you.” He knew his words weren’t eloquent by any means, but under the circumstances, it was the best he could offer to assuage her curiosity.
He scooped up the soapy water and caressed it over her adorable behind cheeks, then he lifted his hand and delivered the first slap. “Time for your spanking, Rosie. Papa is going to turn this wet bottom of yours a bright shade of red. That’s what happens to naughty little girls when they don’t follow orders and make messes.” In truth, he wouldn’t turn her arse a bright shade of red, but saying it, telling her how red he was going to turn her quivering cheeks added a deliciousness to the moment that he could not help but revel in. “Keep your back arched and your bottom lifted above the water. You have nine smacks left.”
“Yes, Papa.”
In between each slap, he paused to spread the soapy bath water over her bottom again, not delivering the next blow until her pinkening backside was once more sufficiently gleaming with the soapy water.
It was without a doubt the most erotic sight he had ever beheld.
After he landed the tenth sharp smack, he took the washcloth to her wet, punished bottom and gave it a thorough, sensuous rubbing, even delving the cloth into her crevice and dragging it over her puckering hole.
“Such a good little girl,” he said, admiring his handiwork as he sat the cloth aside, “holding still for your spanking.” Her behind was a pretty shade of pink, just pink enough to know she had earned herself a chastisement from her papa.
He dipped a fresh washcloth into the water and caressed it over her nether folds, wiping away the copious moisture that had gathered during her punishment. It pleased him more than she could know that she had responded in a lustful manner to being taken in hand, even if she did not understand all that was happening to her inexperienced body.
Eyeing the slight covering of hair on her nether region, he decided she was in the perfect position for him to shave her cunny. Well, almost. He just needed her to bend over a bit further.
He stood up and placed a towel on the floor in front of her. When she gave him a questioning look, he said, “I want you to bend yourself over the tub and place your hands on this towel. Papa is going to shave your privates clean, until you’re completely bare between your legs. Nothing but pink, glistening sweetness.”
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