Papa's Rules
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Then she realized the nurse was speaking and Cammie had once again allowed her mind to wander, a habit of which Miss Wickersham had never quite broken her. She straightened and focused on what Nurse Lister was saying.
“… aware of Miss Wickersham’s edict on not wasting food and I would not have taken you from the table were I not convinced your plate was clean.”
“Oh.” Cammie stared at her shoes. She sure wished today had been the day she was leaving to start her new life with Lord Cavendish, her papa. At first she had been sad about leaving Talcott House, but at this instant, she wished to be just about anywhere else. Nurse Lister looked none too pleased with her.
“I believe,” Nurse Lister said, stepping closer to Cammie, “that I instructed you to remove your clothes and lie upon the table. You are to have a thorough medical exam. Now, would you like to have your temperature taken first or last?”
Cammie gaped at the nurse and made no move to comply with her instructions. Nurse Lister spoke again. “You are going to have your temperature taken and if you do not move quickly, you will find it a most unpleasant experience.”
A small squeal escaped from Cammie’s mouth. Not the thermometer! She clutched her hands around her backside. “Bu-but I feel fine.” She forced a bright smile that she hoped the dour nurse would find persuasive.
“I am sure you do. But it is upon Miss Wickersham’s instructions, so it shall be done. We cannot send you off to your new papa without assuring him that you are healthy and prepared to be a good wife.”
“Oh, but I am prepared to be a good wife.”
“I certainly hope that when your papa gives you instructions you will be more cooperative than you have been here this morning. If you had not been full of shenanigans and impertinence, you would have been finished with your exam and sent on your way to spend the day with your friends before you leave. Now, however, I believe you will need some additional attention so I can assure Miss Wickersham you are prepared to be a proper wife.”
“Ad-additional attention?” Cammie licked her lips, which had suddenly become dry.
“This is the last time I am going to tell you to strip off your clothes, Cammie. After that, I will handle the matter myself. Now, get to it.”
The nurse towered above her, arms crossed, eyes piercing Cammie over the top of her glasses.
“Are you going to watch me t-take off my clothes?”
“I must keep an eye on you, mustn’t I? You have done nothing this morning to assure me you know how to behave at all. It is as though, despite all of the time and effort Miss Wickersham has put into turning you into a proper little miss, you have forgotten everything and have decided to act like a stubborn, uncooperative mite. Is that the way you repay Miss Wickersham for all her kindness? Has she ever asked anything of you in the years you have been here, other than to obey her rules?”
A weight of guilt fell upon Cammie. Thinking back to what she could recall of her life before arriving at Talcott House, all she could remember was misery and loneliness. Miss Wickersham had vanquished all of that and given her all a little girl could need to grow up. She had even found a papa for Cammie to take care of her for the rest of her life.
“Cat got your tongue? I expect an answer.”
“I am sorry, Nurse Lister. I have not behaved properly today and that is not fair to Miss Wickersham.”
“Good. But that does not change the fact that you are going to get a meticulous exam. You have wasted enough of my time this morning.” With that, the nurse spun Cammie around and opened the fastenings on her dress, untied her pinafore, and tugged the garments to the floor, nudging Cammie with her knee to indicate that she was to step out of the puddle of clothing.
“Chemise, off.” Nurse Lister was no nonsense, but Cammie still had trouble following her instructions.
“My, you are a stubborn one. I wonder if I ought to tell Miss Wickersham how much trouble you are so that she can find another little girl to marry Lord Cavendish. I cannot imagine that he would welcome a bride who is as obstinate and troublesome as you.”
“Oh, no, no. I will be a good girl. I promise. I am the only one who can be Lady Cavendish and I will do a good job, just you wait and see.”
“Then strip out of that chemise and get on the table.” Nurse Lister was beyond exasperated, and she gave Cammie’s bottom a hard swat. The thin layer of her chemise was no protection and the nurse continued to swat while Cammie pulled the garment over her head and scampered to the exam table, all the while followed by the determined nurse with the firm hand.
Once Cammie was upon the table, Nurse Lister continued to work out her frustrations on the poor globes of Cammie’s bottom. “Ouch, that hurts.” Cammie moved from side to side in an attempt to get away from Nurse Lister’s swats, but the older woman simply moved her palm to meet the cheeks of Cammie’s bottom regardless of how fast she moved on the table. “You can wiggle all you want, naughty little miss, but I will not stop swatting until you hold still, so if you know what is good for you, you will end this silliness at once. I believe we shall take your temperature last, so roll over on your back and be quiet.”
Cammie obeyed, turning her naked form over and lying upon the examination table completely bare. She wanted to cover herself, but with only two hands, she did not know whether to shield her breasts or her girlie bits. By the time Cammie made up her mind and made to put her hands over her ninnies, Nurse Lister had sprung into action. To Cammie’s utter shock, Nurse Lister gathered up a shaving cup and razor, briskly lathering up the dark curls over her womanhood and removing them with a few efficient strokes of the razor. Before her brain had registered what had just happened, the nurse moved on to her next task.
She pushed Cammie’s feet toward her backside. “Do something useful and hold your knees apart.”
Nurse Lister leaned toward the opening between Cammie’s thighs and peered down, as though studying what she saw. Cammie wrapped her fingers around her kneecaps and fought against the flush that felt like it started in her kitty and moved throughout her entire body. Cammie held her breath and closed her eyes, hoping Nurse Lister would be quick about her business...whatever that might be. Never in a million trillion years had Cammie ever expected that a nurse would want to look at her kitty. Scrunching her eyes closed as tightly as she could, Cammie hummed a tune in her head and tried not to think about what was happening.
That strategy worked fairly well until a cool finger slipped into Cammie’s secret folds. Cammie’s eyes flew open and a gasp exploded from her lips. Were it not for the firm hand of Nurse Lister holding her shoulder to the exam table, Cammie would have jackknifed into a sitting position and possibly off the table all together.
Instead, she was forced to lie there and experience something so new and strange and forbidden, yet so tantalizing and delicious she held her breath and waited for the Nurse’s exploration to continue. Her pink ninnies got hard and achy and her breasts felt heavy while heat thrummed through her body. Her pulse quickened and she gasped.
“W-what are you doing?” she managed to say between labored, shallow breaths.
Lifting her head as much as she could, Cammie gazed down between her bended knees and her eyes met those of Nurse Lister. Embarrassment coursed through her. No one had ever examined her private parts before. The longer she stared at the nurse, with her legs still spread shamefully wide, the deeper her sense of exposure grew. Why was her kitty becoming so hot and tingly? Feeling chastened and vulnerable, she wished she could just disappear in this moment. She also regretted not obeying Nurse Lister more quickly. Her bottom cheeks felt aflame from the hard swats she’d received for not taking her clothes off and climbing onto the exam table at a pace to satisfy the nurse. Though she wished to close her legs and hide her shame, Cammie didn’t dare to move. She didn’t want another spanking.
“Do you know where babies come from, Cammie?” While she spoke, the nurse’s finger continued to stroke the feather lips of Cammie’s kitty. Cammie’s knees
“Mamas have babies,” Cammie stated simply.
“That is true.” Nurse Lister added another finger and slid them in and out of Cammie’s kitty like a piston. “But do you know how the mamas get the babies?”
“From papas,” Cammie said, gripping her knees hard in hopes of stemming her reaction to what the nurse was doing to her. A fresh wave of heated pulses unfurled from somewhere deep within her, and her toes curled and her back arched slightly, as if she was being drawn toward the strange but pleasurable sensations the nurse inflicted upon her. Dear God, what was happening to her?
“Oh, look how wet you are. Lord Cavendish will be very pleased.” Nurse Lister held her two fingers up. They glistened with moisture. Cammie squirmed on the table. Bereft of the nurse’s touch, she was eager for her shameful examination to continue, but didn’t dare to actually say as much. It would be too humiliating to say the words, but her body did not seem to mind and her hips bucked toward Nurse Lister’s fingers as if acting on their own. She felt as if she were hovering on the precipice of some unknown bliss, and she found herself fighting the temptation to reach between her legs and stroke her own kitty. She doubted the nurse would like it very much if she released her knees and got in the way of her examination though, so she wisely remained still. Well, as still as she could manage. Cammie’s hips lurched forward yet again, without any conscious thought on her part.
Nurse Lister glanced down at Cammie’s naked lady bits. “My, you are an eager one. Yes, Lord Cavendish will be quite pleased indeed.”
“Wh-why will he be pleased? And how do papas give mamas babies?” Short of breath and feeling on edge, Cammie mustered every bit of strength in her reservoir to ask those two vital questions, then she laid back against the table. Her compliance was rewarded when Nurse Lister resumed stroking her wet kitty. Oh, yes, she almost uttered, then clamped her lips firmly shut out of renewed shame, but she didn’t want the nurse to cease her attentions. Not yet. Something was coming. Cammie felt sure of it, as the aching in her privates deepened and sent more heated tingles throughout her entire body.
“Papas give mamas babies by putting their penis inside the mama’s kitty, though vagina is the technical term.”
“Sometimes it is called a cunny.” Cammie startled from the hazy delirium the nurse’s touch caused when she heard Miss Wickersham’s voice. Her face heated at the realization the headmistress planned to observe this most intimate and embarrassing examination. Even more humiliating was Cammie’s reaction to it. Desperate to rub her palms over her tingly ninnies, she had fought the urge and gripped her knees so hard that she had drawn them nearly to her chest. Just a couple more inches and she would be able to accomplish the task by rubbing her thighs against the aching swell of her bosoms.
“Or a quim,” Nurse Lister said, stepping to the side to allow Miss Wickersham a view of the proceedings. “Papas put their hard penises inside their brides and move in and out, just like this until the papa’s seed spurts out and into the mama’s womb, where a baby is made.”
It was nearly too much information for Cammie to comprehend, particularly given her vulnerable and distracted position. Perhaps there was some truth to the salacious whisperings she’d heard from the bigger girls, the rumors she had once thought could not possibly be true.
She wanted to close her eyes, but simply could not. Raising her head, she watched as both women examined her most private places and then discussed her as though she were not in the room. The pulsing between her thighs increased, as if her kitty had a heartbeat of its very own. No, not her kitty. She was to be the wife of a lord, and she ought to use a more grown-up word for her privates. She resolved to think of and refer to her kitty as a quim, or cunny, or vagina from here on out. Thank goodness Nurse Lister and Miss Wickersham had finally told her the proper names, lest she make a fool of herself in front of her new papa.
“I believe Lord Cavendish will be quite pleased with Cammie,” Nurse Lister said. “She is exceptionally responsive.”
“So I see,” Miss Wickersham said, the two women exchanging a glance and a smile. It appeared that Miss Wickersham’s cheeks pinkened when Nurse Lister gazed at her intently. Though curious, Cammie had no time or energy to wonder about Miss Wickersham’s disposition, she was on the verge of exploding. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she could feel a quiver moving through her cunny.
“Oh, look,” Miss Wickersham said, “she is tightening her little bung hole.”
“That reminds me,” Nurse Lister said, nodding her head toward a tray of supplies. “We might as well take her temperature, since she has everything spread nice and wide for us.”
“A grand idea.” Miss Wickersham went to the tray and retrieved a thermometer. “And so business-like to take care of both things at once.”
“I thought you would appreciate the efficiency of it.”
“No, no, no,” Cammie wailed.
“Oh yes, yes, yes,” Miss Wickersham said and gave Cammie a slap that landed in the area between her quim and her bottom hole. Cammie’s head swirled. It seemed every nerve ending in her body was concentrated on that part of her anatomy. Heated coils of pleasure wafted through her veins until she thought she might faint dead away.
While Nurse Lister continued to finger Cammie’s cunny, paying particular attention to a newly discovered nub at the top, pinching and tugging until Cammie nearly passed out, Miss Wickersham smoothed a cold salve over Cammie’s bottom hole. The unfamiliar sensation made Cammie want to both pull away and push closer.
Oh, what was happening to her?
“We are preparing you to be an obedient and pleasing wife for Lord Cavendish,” Miss Wickersham said, and Cammie wondered if she had spoken aloud.
“You had best hurry, Katrina,” Nurse Lister said, “I do not believe little Cammie will be able to hold back much longer.”
Miss Wickersham pushed the tip of the thermometer into Cammie’s rosebud. Cammie gasped with surprise and then bit her lip again in order not to cry out. The thermometer seemed to intrude very far into Cammie’s private hole and if that was not bad enough, Miss Wickersham moved it round and round, working the pucker of Cammie’s bottom.
A spring, like one she had seen inside a pocket watch, tightened inside Cammie’s tummy and kept turning and compressing until, just when Cammie thought the spring would snap and break apart inside her in a million little pieces, a mystifying release came over her. She exploded and felt like she had been shattered and thrown up to the ceiling and then gently floated back down to earth. Her breathing was ragged, but that strange tingly feeling was gone, much to her relief. A deep and dreamy satisfaction hummed through her, and her limbs felt weakened in the aftermath of the blissful detonation. She couldn’t have moved in this moment had her life depended on it, and thankfully neither Nurse Lister or Miss Wickersham ordered her to do so.
“I believe Lord Cavendish will be quite satisfied with our little Cammie, do you not agree, Miss Wickersham?”
“Yes, very satisfied indeed.”
Chapter Three
Lord Alexander Cavendish gazed between the brocade draperies of his bedchamber, down the heavily trafficked street of his London neighborhood, then glanced at the clock on the mantle.
He was impatient as a boy waiting for St. Nicholas, he chided himself. Hardly the demeanor of a proper English lord, from a long standing family of the highest order.
What family there was left, at least. An only child, his parents had both passed away shortly after he reached adulthood. The weight of an earldom dropped upon his shoulders sooner than he had expected. Tenants and local businesses relied upon him to manage his estate properly in order to assure their own livelihoods. It was not all balls and cognac, at least not for him.
He knew it was incumbent upon him to produce an heir and he most certainly did not wish to live out the balance of his days alone. He was a man of passion and kindness. However, he was also a man with certain tastes and desires which were not always welcomed and accepted among polite society. When he came of age, he had spent several seasons making the circuit of the London balls and fetes which were the meeting ground for all of the best families. He was, even he had to admit, a handsome man with a sizeable estate and fortune and was, therefore, a target of many ambitious young ladies and their mothers. He had, for a brief period, believed himself sufficiently taken with one such young woman, Lady Honoria Brown, and had given serious consideration to making an offer of marriage to her.
However, one fateful night when she had misbehaved and he scolded her and put her in the corner, as was his want in a wife, she rebuffed his suggestion in the strongest of terms and stormed from the household.
Not only did she refuse to speak to him again, but she had spread rumors about his depravities far and wide. Surprisingly, that had made him more intriguing to a few young ladies. Regardless, he found none of them appealing and thereafter refused to attend any of the social events which were intended for those seeking spouses. He had grown lonely, and so when he had heard, through a friend with similar interests, about Miss Katrina Wickersham and Talcott House, he contacted her and much to his delight, a proper young miss had been found for him.
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