Papa's Rules

by Sue Lyndon

  She held her breath, feeling as though her entire world might come crashing down in an instant depending on how he responded. Her vision clouded and her eyes burned, and she blinked hard a few times in an effort to keep herself from crying. The prospect of having to return to Talcott House and never again see the very man she’d believed would be her forever papa filled her with so much sadness, it took all her willpower to keep from bursting into tears.

  Lord Cavendish smiled down at her, and his kind expression helped her relax and blink away the burn in her eyes. As he continued smiling, her heart danced around in her chest.

  “Thank you, Cammie. I am pleased to hear that.” He paused for a moment, as if carefully considering his next words. “Now,” he finally continued, his manner becoming stern again, “can you explain to me why I saw you outside my window just a few minutes ago after Miss Wickersham clearly told you not to move from your place on this very sofa?”

  Cammie felt the color drain from her face. It was on the tip of her tongue to deny his statement, but his words about truth and honesty rung in her ears and she wisely chose to acknowledge her misdeeds.

  Wringing her hands together, she spoke. “I-I was nervous and I felt lonely and a little bit scared and when I looked outside, I saw a flower that reminded me of my best friend, Hyacinth, and so I went outside...just for a minute...to smell it and touch it. It made me feel much better and I only meant to be outside for a minute, but then a big cat came by and walked right past the door and it closed and locked before I could get to it.” She paused and snuck a glance up at him. His face gave no hint of what he was thinking. “So, you see, I had to get back in the house and that is why I was outside your window. I am very, very sorry. Please do not send me back with Miss Wickersham. I promise to be a good girl always.”

  “Cammie,” he said, gathering her hands in his, “I am not going to send you back with Miss Wickersham simply because you were naughty. I do, however, intend to impress upon you the importance of wifely obedience. I regret that I must punish you on the day we are to be married, but I will not allow you to get away with any misbehaviors. As your husband and your papa, it is my responsibility not only to care for you, but to correct you when you’ve done wrong.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to stare into his dark, stern gaze. “Do you understand, little Cammie?”

  “I-I understand, sir.” She swallowed past the sudden dryness in her mouth. Her heart raced faster and faster. Despite her current predicament, a quick, heated spasm afflicted the area between her legs.

  She squirmed in place under the scolding look her papa had leveled upon her. Would he spank her? Or would he make her stand in a corner to contemplate her misdeeds? If he hadn’t been holding her gaze, she would have spared a glance around the room for something that resembled a naughty chair. She knew only one thing for certain.

  She’d been a wayward little girl, and her new papa, the handsome but no nonsense Lord Cavendish, was about to punish her for the very first time.

  Chapter Four

  Alexander stared down at his little Cammie, contemplating how to best chastise her for her naughtiness. He couldn’t allow her off with a warning. Not even this first time. No, a warning simply would not do. He had to impress upon her the importance of obedience from the start of their marriage.

  Even if they weren’t technically married yet.

  He stepped back from his soon-to-be bride and glanced at the clock. They still had a few hours until the vicar’s arrival. He ought to punish her now and get it over with.

  He opened his mouth to order Cammie into the corner, but suddenly the past came rushing back. The last time he’d ordered a young lady to stand in a corner as punishment, Lady Honoria to be exact, she had rejected him and run off. What if Cammie changed her mind once he set about chastising her and decided to return back to Talcott House with Miss Wickersham? He wasn’t sure he could bear it. His heart felt heavy at the thought of losing the pretty little girl with the large brown eyes that seemed to call to his soul.

  “Sir?” Cammie asked, her expression uncertain.

  “Yes, my dear?”

  “If you, um, have a naughty chair, I will go sit on it. I…I am truly sorry to have disappointed you.”

  Naughty chair? His interest piqued, he narrowed his eyes at her. At the same time, his heart rejoiced. Sitting on a naughty chair was similar to standing in a corner, and she seemed willing to take her punishment. “Is that how Miss Wickersham deals with you when you’ve been naughty? Sends you to sit in a naughty chair?”

  “Well, sir, sometimes.” She appeared to be hesitating, and twisted her fingers together, fidgeting in place as she glanced from side to side. A sheen of moisture glistened in her eyes. “It’s just, please oh please don’t give me a spanking, sir. Not today. Tomorrow, perhaps, if you must. But please not today.”

  She reached around herself and cupped her bottom cheeks in the most adorable manner.

  “Cammie, why don’t you want a spanking today? We’re to be married in a mere few hours. Is it that you don’t wish for me to lay a hand on you until we are wed? Or is there another reason? I want the truth. We must be honest with one another, or our marriage will surely fail.”

  Still cupping her bottom cheeks, she peered up at him with a look of increasing trepidation. “Oh, please, sir. Please don’t make me tell you why.”

  “Cammie,” he said kindly, though with a certain amount of steel in his voice, “I am starting to think something is terribly wrong, and I am worried for you. You will tell me what is the matter this instant. Start talking. Now.”

  She finally released her bottom and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself. “I-I am usually a very, very well-behaved little girl. I swear it. But yesterday I got in trouble with the nurse and got a spanking. My bottom is still quite sore, and I suspect it’s probably still a bit pinkened, sir, and I’m mortified by the prospect of you seeing it. I am ashamed to come to you like this, sir, with an already punished bottom. I hope you won’t think I’m always into trouble and decide to send me back to Talcott House. Oh please, please just make me sit on a naughty chair. Or stand in a corner. Spank me tomorrow, if you must, but please don’t lift my skirts and add to my soreness just yet.” She sniffled and lowered her head. A lone tear carved a path down her cheek, and Alexander found himself moving forward to brush that tear away.

  He gathered her close to his chest, and she soon loosened her arms, letting them fall to her sides and allowing him to hold her closer and tighter. God, he loved the feel of her in his arms. He rested his chin atop her head. She fit against him perfectly. As if they were meant to be. His heart broke knowing she still harbored doubts that he would keep her. Twice now she had voiced her concerns that he might send her back to Talcott House. Didn’t she know he’d been waiting for her for what felt like forever? Didn’t she know how eagerly he’d anticipated this day—the day they would become husband and wife, papa and little girl?

  “Cammie,” he said in the most soothing tone he could muster. “You’re mine now. My little girl. I will never, ever get rid of you. Would that I could banish the fear from your mind.” He kissed the top of her head, letting his lips linger and inhaling the floral scent of her hair. “Now, about the spanking you received yesterday. I want to know what you did to earn yourself a punishment, little girl.” He led her to the sofa and bid her to sit down. Once she sank onto the cushion, he clasped her hands in his and stared at her intently, willing her to confess her misdeeds.

  “Well, sir, first I back talked one of the caregivers, when she told me to go see the nurse. I was having fun talking to my friends and I didn’t want to visit the nurse, plus I wasn’t feeling ill, so I didn’t think she could have any good reason to call for me.”

  “I see. And what did the nurse call you for?”

  Cammie’s face reddened, and she glanced away from him, as if embarrassed to admit the reason the nurse had called for her. Just when he was about to prompt her again, she took a deep bre
ath and met his eyes. “She wanted to give me a medical exam, to make sure I would be healthy and to ensure I would be a good wife to you, sir. I, um, didn’t wish to take all my clothes off and get on the exam table, and she had to undress me herself. As you might imagine, she was not pleased, and she smacked my bare bottom hard, again and again. Even once I got up onto the table, she still continued the spanking.” As she spoke, Cammie squirmed in her seat.

  The description of his little girl getting a spanking from her nurse had an immediate and dire effect on Alexander. In fact, he didn’t think he would be able to stand up for quite some time. His cock had grown hard as a rock while he listened to Cammie’s confession, and his mind had painted a pretty picture of her standing naked in the nurse’s office, while the nurse swatted her bare behind and then continued to spank her once she’d gotten up onto the table. A thought struck him, and he had to know the answer, no matter how inappropriate the question might be, given that they weren’t officially yet husband and wife.

  “Did the nurse look upon your privates, Cammie?”

  Her eyes went wide. “Yes, sir. First she shaved me, um, down there, and then she gave me a most thorough examination. As I said, she wanted to ensure that you would find me pleasing. She was especially satisfied when my cunny became wet when she touched it, sir.”

  Alexander started coughing and sat back, covering his mouth. God’s teeth. Did Cammie have any idea the effect she was having on him? He was entertaining some most ungentlemanly thoughts toward her in this moment. He wanted to turn her over his knee, bare her bottom, and inspect the nurse’s handiwork. Then he wanted to stroke the delicate pink folds of his naughty little girl’s quim, until a release shuddered through her.

  He took several deep breaths and thought of England, trying to contain his lust. He cleared his throat and stared into her expressive, innocent dark gaze. Clearly, she had no idea his cock had swelled rigid within the confines of his trousers.

  “Cammie, I already find you pleasing. Tell me, did the nurse touch your bum hole?”

  “No, sir, but Miss Wickersham did when she came to assist the nurse. She was the one to take my temperature.”

  The mental image of prim and proper Miss Wickersham taking part in such an intimate examination and inserting a thermometer into Cammie’s rosebud did nothing to abate his building desires. Alexander shifted in his seat and inhaled another calming breath. But he felt anything but settled as he continued to hold his sweet little girl’s gaze. Had her pucker winked at Miss Wickersham while the older woman pushed the thermometer inside? Had Cammie trembled with yet unknown desires on the table while the nurse touched her cunny and made it grow wet?

  He stood up suddenly, facing away from Cammie, lest she notice the bulge tenting the front of his trousers. Thankfully, standing and staring out the window seemed to help, and after a while, he had gathered himself enough to turn around and face his little bride yet again.

  “Thank you for telling me the reason you received a spanking yesterday, Cammie. Now, back to what we were discussing a few moments ago. You disobeyed Miss Wickersham’s instructions to remain in this room, and for that, young lady, you will be punished.” He nodded at the vacant corner to his right. “You will stand in that corner, with your nose touching the wall, until I decide you’ve had a long enough time to contemplate your misdeeds.”

  Her breath caught in a gasp and she stared at him, unmoving, as her eyes grew wider and wider. Had he spoken too sternly and scared her? For a moment, doubts swept through his mind, and his heart pounded with worry. But no, he couldn’t coddle her in this moment. She had earned her first punishment as his bride, never mind that they hadn’t spoken their vows yet, and he had a duty to guide her to the best of his ability, as a good papa ought to guide his little girl.

  “If I must put you in the corner myself, I will smack your bottom the entire way there, young lady.”

  His threat propelled her into action. She jumped off the couch and strode to the corner, putting her nose against the wall as instructed.

  “Good girl. Now, once we are wed, most of your corner time will be spent naked, or at the very least with skirts raised and your bottom bared, while waiting for a spanking. However, since we haven’t spoken our vows yet, I will allow you to maintain your modesty.” He walked closer to her and grabbed ahold of her hips. “Jut your behind out a bit. Think about how the next time you misbehave, you’ll find yourself standing naked in a corner, waiting for your papa to come tend to your naughty bare bottom.”

  A tremor ran through her, but she obeyed, angling her bottom out.

  Then he cupped her behind, a bold move that surprised even him.

  “Tonight, you will share my bed. I will see you unclothed, little Cammie, and I can assure you, I will be inspecting your bare bottom for any lingering redness from the spanking the nurse gave you. I realize that might embarrass you, but I’m to be your husband and your papa, and there will be no secrets between us.”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “Papa. Call me Papa, Cammie.”

  “Yes, Papa.”

  Papa. How he had longed for a little miss to call him Papa and Cammie was even more perfect than he had ever dared to hope. Miss Wickersham had a reputation for sweet young ladies who had been reared in her care to yearn for a papa, but he had never really believed it was possible for her to make a match which suited him immediately.

  “How old are you, Cammie?” he asked suddenly. Miss Wickersham had assured him the girl was of age, but Cammie was rather petite.

  “Poor nutrition, not to mention frequent bouts of starvation, often inhibits proper growth in children,” Miss Wickersham had said with an imperious sniff when he had commented on Cammie’s size. He had felt properly chastened, but still wished to affirm the girl’s age. He was not one to tamper with children.

  “I am nineteen, Papa,” she replied, her nose still pressed to the diverging walls of the corner.

  “Nineteen,” he repeated, stepping back to admire the position she’d taken up with only minimal prompting and no arguments whatsoever. It pleased him that she was amenable to receiving discipline, even physical correction. He couldn’t wait to strip off her dress later and inspect every inch of her luscious little body, including her bare behind. Perhaps he would give her a few playful swats in the bedroom, to help her become accustomed to his expectations in a bride and help her feel more comfortable when the time finally came that he must give her a well-earned spanking.

  “I realize I am young, Papa, but I can assure you that I’m very grown up. I am ready to become a wife. Nurse Lister also explained to me how babies are made. I know you must stick your, um, penis inside my cunny. I promise to hold my legs wide apart and be a good girl and hold very still while you do that.”

  Christ. The things she said. Her innocent, sweet promise to hold still while he claimed her as his bride made his cock thicken again. He returned his hand to her bottom and gave it a squeeze. “I can promise you, little Cammie, that whatever technical explanation the nurse gave you was woefully lacking. I will teach you all you need to know in the bedroom, but know that I will require your complete obedience. If I ask you to do something and you refuse, you will be punished. Now, no more talking until I give you permission to speak. You will remain in this position for as long as it pleases me, thinking about how naughty it was of you to disobey Miss Wickersham’s instructions to remain in this room. I also want you to think about how the next time you misbehave, you will go over your papa’s knee for a hard, shameful spanking on your bare little bottom.”

  A small gasp left her, but she wisely didn’t utter a word.

  * * *

  Lord Cavendish—no, Papa—had put her in the corner. Not only that, but he’d promised to spank her bare bottom the next time she was naughty. Oh, and tonight he would see her naked and stick his penis—whatever that was—inside her. Her mind swirled and she felt faint as she tried to hold the increasingly uncomfortable position in the corner. />
  Her stomach flipped. What if Miss Wickersham returned with the vicar early, only to find her charge already in trouble with her new papa? She hoped Papa called her out of the corner soon. Worry began to gnaw at her as the minutes ticked by. It shamed her that her bottom was jutted out in a most unladylike manner, and when her papa had squeezed her behind, he’d reinvigorated the sting leftover from the spanking Nurse Lister had given her yesterday.

  She gave an impatient sigh, frustrated that she couldn’t seem to control herself. To make matters worse, she was having a difficult time holding still with her nose pressed to the wall and her cunny feeling achier by the second. What she wouldn’t give to straighten and press her legs close together to relieve the building ache. Perhaps when Lord Cavendish and Miss Wickersham had left this room earlier, her time would have been better spent stroking that deliciously sensitive nubbin hidden within the folds of her cunny, rather than leaving the room and getting herself locked out of the house. They’d left her alone long enough for her to have had time to pleasure herself, but now, here she was in the corner, despite trying to do the right thing and avoid punishment in the first place.

  The indignity and unfairness of her situation prompted her to sigh again, louder this time, and even go so far as to stomp her foot, as if she were a naughty child in the midst of a temper tantrum.

  “Cammie, that’s enough.” Her papa didn’t sound the least bit pleased by her theatrics. “I thought a corner time punishment would be welcome, as far as chastisements go, especially considering that your bottom is still sore from your recent spanking at Talcott House, but it appears you don’t appreciate the leniency I tried to show you. I assure you, the rest of your time spent in this room will be most uncomfortable. Now, come here.”