by Sue Lyndon
The carriage rattles to a stop, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
His confession echoes in my head, over and over, like the sweetest song.
He never planned to get rid of me, after all. Sheer relief courses through me in waves, and I exhale a steadying breath and reach for his hand that’s still cupping my face. I lean into his touch and caress the back of his hand.
“Oh, Papa. I-I don’t know what to say. I’m so relieved. I-I was so hurt thinking that you didn’t want me anymore. I thought maybe you didn’t enjoy what we did last night, or that maybe you never planned to keep me forever all along.” It wouldn’t have been the first time someone abandoned me, but I realize it’s no excuse. I should’ve confronted him before running off. I shouldn’t have left without a goodbye. If I’d been more reasonable, I wouldn’t have spent the day hiding under a Christmas tree in the cold while Papa conducted a frantic search for me. Guilt weighs me down heavily. He must have been beside himself with worry.
My stomach flips. What have I done? Will he forgive me for running off? I gulp and peer into his dark gaze, hoping we can somehow heal the rift between us.
“I plan to keep you forever and ever, little one.” His face and his tone both harden. “But I also plan to redden your naughty little bottom. You put yourself in danger today, and your safety is something I take very seriously.” He tips my chin up with one finger and leans closer, his eyes level with mine. “You will never run from Papa again. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you inside and all warmed up.”
Kingston
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“Into the bath with you,” I say, helping Faith step into the warm water. Luckily, she’d dressed for the weather, even doubling up her stockings, so she hadn’t gotten overly cold. But I still want to ensure her comfort. As she rests back in the tub, I spoon bites of vegetable stew into her mouth. Once she’s finished eating, I wipe the corners of her mouth with a hand towel and pull the plug to drain the water.
She’s quiet as I dry her off. Surely, she must realize the spanking she has coming will be a hard one. I’m not as angry as when I first found her, but I’m still displeased by her running off. A young lady should never roam the streets of Gerrardsville alone after sunset, and though she was hiding, there’s no telling what might have happened if a man with ill-intentions had spotted her first. Not to mention that the temperature has dropped drastically since the sun has gone down, and even the layers she wore today wouldn’t have kept her well-protected during the nighttime hours. I steel myself to be firm with her. I intend to make sure she never considers running away again.
Now that she’s dried off, I lead her into the center of the bedroom and force her to stand there while I make a show of rolling up my sleeves and dragging the tall-backed chair out from the wall. Her legs are pressed tightly together, and my gaze is drawn to the apex of her thighs and the outline of her smooth bare cunny lips.
“Place your hands on your head, and spread your legs, little girl,” I command.
She obeys, and I move forward and cup her center. Dipping one finger within her folds, I bite back a groan when I find her soaking wet. She trembles and whimpers, but I don’t touch her clit, and I soon withdraw from her cunny completely.
She’s been naughty.
Penance first, and pleasure later—if she’s a good girl and takes all of her punishment with minimal fuss. I certainly have no intention of rewarding naughty behavior, and I tell her as much, causing her to flush and peer at me with wide, pleading eyes.
“I-I’ll be compliant, Papa, during my spanking. I promise.”
“All right, little girl. Over my knee.” I take a seat on the chair and guide her over my lap, making sure to drape one leg atop hers to better hold her in place. “Faith,” I say, caressing her bottom cheeks, “tell me why you’re over your papa’s knee right now about to get a spanking.”
“I-I was naughty, Papa. I ran away when I should have talked to you instead. I, um, put myself in danger and made you worry a lot.”
“I’d say that about covers it.” I shift her forward on my knee, forcing her bottom up higher. “This is going to be a quick but very hard spanking. But first, girls who are especially naughty get their bottom holes filled up. I intend to make this lesson a long-lasting one.” I reach into my pocket and withdraw the butt plug and the small bottle of lube.
“Papa?”
I splay her ass cheeks apart and trickle a generous amount of lubrication atop her quivering hole. She tenses and then starts wiggling around, and I give her a warning swat to make her settle down. “You will hold still for this, young lady. Having a plug in your tight bottom hole will keep you from clenching these little cheeks of yours. I intend for you to feel the full impact of every single smack.”
Shuddering breaths leave her, but she finally settles down, and I press the tip of the plug to her snug, untouched hole. “You have the cutest little rosette, Faith. Sometimes Papa will touch you here for pleasure, but right now is not one of those times. Right now, this plug in your hole is strictly for punishment purposes.”
She whimpers time and again, and twists slightly, but I manage to push the tip of the plug into her, breaching her adorable pucker with the bulbous head of the thing. I give her but a moment to become accustomed to the intrusion, then I inch the plug further into her tightness.
Once it’s fully seated, I release my hold on her cheeks and press one hand to her lower back. I lift my other hand, preparing my aim.
Someone is about to become one very sorry little girl.
I smack her right cheek first, then the left one, and repeat this process with firm slaps that soon have her gasping for air. Under my punishing hand, her bottom soon turns a bright shade of pink. Her shoulders heave with her sobs, and though I hate to see her cry, this must be done. She must learn I won’t let her run away from any problems we might have.
Each time she involuntarily clenches her bottom cheeks, she emits a loud gasp, no doubt as she feels the fullness of the plug. I give her ten final hard slaps, most of them delivered to the tender curve where her behind meets her thighs, before stopping and resting my hand on her heated flesh.
“Faith, my God, I love you. I realize we’ve been together for a short period of time, but in that short time, you have become my whole world. I will not let anything happen to you, ever, and I will not let you go. When I said to hell with the thirty-day trial, I meant it. You’re mine.” I turn her over and gather her in my arms, cradling her to my chest as I hold her tight. Emotion sweeps through me, the gravity of what I’ve just said settling over me alongside a newfound sense of peace.
“Papa, I’m yours,” she says, framing my face in her hands. “And you’re mine, too.”
“Forever,” I whisper.”
“…and ever and ever,” she agrees.
Epilogue
Faith
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“Papa, wake up!”
He rolls over and drapes an arm around me, and I shake him harder.
“Papa, it’s Christmas morning! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
He peeks one eye open, so briefly I almost miss it, and the corners of his mouth twitch for a second too. I give a sigh of exasperation, because I suspect he’s been awake this whole time and is playing with me.
Well, two can play at that game.
I crawl out of bed and head to his bathroom, where I don a robe and traipse back into the bedroom, heading for the door.
“Well, I guess I’ll just go downstairs all by my lonesome,” I say with a dramatic flair. “Or maybe, someone needs a spanking for not getting up on time.” I creep back to the bed, throw the covers off him, and raise my hand, preparing to smack his backside. He rolls over and captures my hand before I manage to hit my target and promptly sits up and pulls me into his lap.
“Your bottom is the only one that gets spanked in this house, young lady.”
I giggle, then promptly mel
t when he kisses my forehead.
“Let’s get ready to go downstairs. Hmm, I wonder if Santa left you presents, or switches and coal?” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
My heart hammers in my chest. I hope he likes my present for him.
After he dresses in a dark pair of trousers and a sweater, he leads me to my bedroom and selects a frilly red dress and green stockings, insisting I’ll look most festive in the outfit. Once I’m all dressed, I model my holiday outfit, twirling around for him until my skirt flares up and reveals my white petticoats.
“Cute as a button.” He smiles. “Let’s go downstairs now.”
As we make our way downstairs, the smell of baking ham makes my mouth water. Mrs. Summers has already started preparing the Christmas feast. She promised I could assist her in making pumpkin pies after breakfast, and I’m excited to help with the meal. Since I’ve come to live here, I’ve been helping out in the kitchen more and more and becoming quite the chef. Twice a week, I even make dinner all by myself, much to Papa’s delight. He’s encouraged me to pursue the two things that make me happiest—cooking and painting—and provides me with all the necessary ingredients and supplies for my culinary and artistic ventures.
We reach the sitting room, and I’m shocked by the amount of presents under the tree.
“Oh, Papa. You shouldn’t have. I only got you one thing.”
“Nonsense, Faith.” He sits on the sofa and gestures for me to pick up a present. “Go on. Open one.”
In awe, I stare at all the presents. Piles and piles of them. Boxes in all shapes and sizes, wrapped in the prettiest paper and ribbon I’ve ever seen. But instead of picking out one for myself to open, I reach for Papa’s present, which I’d carefully laid against the wall near the tree last night.
“You go first, Papa.” I hand him the long, flat package, and hold my breath.
He accepts it, his eyes shining with joy, and slides the ribbon off and tears away the paper.
“Faith, this is wonderful! Did you paint this yourself?”
“Do-do you really like it, Papa?” I sit on the couch next to him and gaze at the painting he’s holding. It’s a picture of us on our wedding day, standing in the sitting room next to the Christmas tree, with a view of the snow-covered street beyond the large paned window. But, to add a unique touch that hopefully will go along with the other paintings in his house, I added several flying cars in the sky, giving the painting a historical look.
“I love it, little girl. And I love you.” He gathers me close and kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”
“I love you too, Papa. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, my little bride.”
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THE END
About the Author
USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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Titles in the Dark Embrace series:
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His by Law (Dark Embrace, Book 3)
Saving His Runaway Bride (Dark Embrace, Book 2)
Papa’s Little Bride (Dark Embrace, Book 3)
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If you enjoyed Papa’s Little Bride, you might like the following titles by Sue Lyndon:
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Sold into Marriage
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When Meadow’s guardian can’t afford his taxes, the foul tempered man instead offers her into the service of the crown—as a slave. But the commander of a passing troop intervenes and pays a bride price for Meadow, and within a few hours she finds herself married to the stern, intimidating man known as Commander Varron. Her new husband proves to be dominant but caring, and her heart eventually softens to the handsome stranger who bought her. But is there any hope of him loving her in return?
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Commander Varron wanted Meadow from the moment he looked into her pretty blue eyes, but he expects his new wife’s obedience and doesn’t hesitate to turn her over his knee and redden her bottom when she’s been naughty. The little lass has a tendency to lose her temper, and he sets out to tame her with firm but loving scoldings, spankings, and even more intimate punishments that leave her blushing yet aching for his touch. But their happiness may be short-lived. As they travel to Varron’s homeland, an unexpected danger arises on the high seas, threatening their future together. Are they doomed to remain forever apart, or will Varron finally be reunited with the sweet lass who has stolen his heart?
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Becoming Little Lexie
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As Alexa’s husband helps her recover from a car accident, she begins to crave his nurturing side more and more. William’s firm but loving bedside manner makes her all warm and tingly inside, and she finds that she loves feeling like a little girl being taken care of by her daddy. But how can she tell him what she has discovered?
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William is stunned when his wife finally confesses what’s been bothering her, but he’s eager to step into the role of her daddy. More than eager, in fact. Soon he’s giving her long, thorough bubble baths, reading her bedtime stories, dressing her in cute dresses and drop seat pajamas, and even giving her spankings on her bare bottom when she’s been naughty.
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Alexa treasures her special weekends with Daddy, and she tries her best to be a good girl and follow his rules. But being good isn’t always easy, and she discovers time and time again that there is a reason Daddy keeps her in short dresses and drop seat jammies—he wants easy access to her naughty bottom at all times.
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Papa’s Rules (by Sue Lyndon + Celeste Jones)
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Every girl needs a papa.
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Orphaned and living on the streets of London, life held little hope for Cammie. That is, until Miss Wickersham took her to Talcott House, where the unfortunate are given everything they need...and then some...to become proper little ladies for the papas selected for them by Miss Wickersham.
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Ever since her arrival at Talcott House, Cammie has dreamed of the day she would belong to a papa of her very own. A husband to love and protect her for the rest of her days.
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Lord Alexander Cavendish has longed for a little girl to spoil and cherish. When Miss Wickersham introduces him to nineteen-year-old Cammie, it's love at first sight. However, he is not one to spare the rod and when Cammie disobeys, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and impose proper punishment.
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In Papa's arms...and bed...Cammie finally experiences the love and safety she has craved. And when Papa takes his bride over his knee for well-deserved discipline, Cammie's body responds in a most unladylike manner.
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Despite his words of devotion, Cammie wonders if a high-born man such as Lord Cavendish can truly be happy with a girl from the streets.
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In order to secure his love, she is determined to follow Papa's Rules.
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The SEAL’s Captive Bride: A Dark Military Romance
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In the aftermath of a horrendous war, former SEAL Rick Stanford catches a pretty little thief sneaking around the settlement he’s been charged to protect. Rather than see the petite brunette tried for her crimes, he protects Ally in the best way he knows how—by cla
iming the reluctant young woman as his wife. He’s been longing for a female to call his own for quite some time, and now that he’s found Ally, he’ll never let her go.
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The whole world has gone to hell, and Ally can’t believe her only option for survival is to marry a complete stranger. She soon discovers her new husband is firm but fair. He promises to keep her safe, but he also promises to spank her bare bottom when she disobeys him. Though she wasn’t the most willing of brides, Ally can’t help but admire her ruggedly handsome and kind husband, and she longs for him to thoroughly claim her for the first time. But can she truly find love with the tough former SEAL who demands her obedience?