by Alta Hensley
He could smell her scent, feeling her juices dripping onto his trousers. His cock hardened. There was little he could do to alleviate the situation. Each swat made her bottom redder, until the color had grown so dark it was almost burgundy; at which point he finally released his grip around her waist.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry." Her dress fell back down to just above her knees as she stood, her eyes fixed on the marble flooring.
"And?" Theo waited for the rest of her admission.
"I promise never to lie to you again. Please forgive me."
He nodded, pleased with her apology. "You are forgiven."
He held her for several minutes, long enough for the crowd to disperse and the focus to return back to the party. He stood, brushing his lips over hers as he pulled her into his arms. His mouth moved toward her ear. "Perhaps we can find a quiet place alone. I have not seen you in nearly a week." He wanted to ravish her the moment he got her alone.
Gia smiled. Her brown eyes were glistening with tears, but her face was no longer red and blotchy, as it had been before her spanking. "I would like that, but I do not believe Headmaster Philip will allow us to leave."
Theo had expected as much. After holding her for a few moments longer, he took two glasses of wine from the bar, handing one to Gia.
"I do not think I am supposed to be drinking the real wine," she said, grinning as she sipped the purple liquid. There had been a tray of refreshments exclusively for the adults, and glasses filled with grape juice for the littles.
"Then you had better learn to keep a secret." Theo downed his wine, placed the empty glass on the table, and reached for a second one, stealing it as well as her hand as he pulled her further away from the crowd of people.
"Please, not outside. It is too cold."
The dress she was wearing would do nothing to protect her from the elements. "Not outside," Theo agreed. "We will find a corner in this hall, just the two of us."
The room, though wide, stretched on for quite a while, filled with littles, papas, and those who seemed eager to make an acquaintance with a little. Secretly, Theo had to admit that he was glad he did not have to meet Gia at a party such as this. It would have seemed boring, and been a terrible way to try and find out whether she was taken or available. Besides, she had been a nanny. Theo had not seen Nanny Vivian, but then the room had grown more crowded.
"Where are we going?" Gia asked, laughing as she chased after him, his hand tugging her along the outskirts of the ballroom and turning until he reached a closed door.
He turned the handle and glanced behind him, making sure that the headmaster had not seen them. Then he pulled Gia through with him and shut it quickly, laughing at the sudden darkness surrounding them.
"Where are we?"
The room felt several degrees cooler, though they were not outside.
"I think this is a back entrance into the ballroom from Ashby," Theo said. "I noticed the school was connected, but you girls were all forced to walk outside."
"Yes, why is that?" Gia asked.
He shook his head. "I cannot fathom a guess. Perhaps Mr. Hartley thought it would be more enjoyable to see his littles frozen upon entering the party. It would certainly encourage the girls into unknown arms to get warm."
Gia smiled but shook her head. "I doubt that is the reason. Where are we? I cannot see anything."
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust but the darkness was made up of shadows, and was not completely black as there were windows with slits, allowing moonlight to seep in. "Well it isn't a cupboard," Theo said. "Perhaps it is a storage area, where he keeps old beds and chamber pots that need a good washing." He went to the windows and opened the curtains to allow more light in.
The room appeared more like a bedroom than anything else, with a bed at the opposite end. An armoire and dresser with a mirror rested against one wall, and across from the bed on the opposite wall, beside the door they had entered, was a privacy screen. To the furthest right, away from the window, sat a porcelain tub and chamber pot.
Her face scrunched up. "That is a disgusting thought, Mr. Elliott."
"Papa," Theo corrected. His hand came down to her bottom but he did not spank her. Instead, he let his fingers slide over the soft material of her ivory gown. "Do you like the dress I picked out for you tonight?"
"You bought this?" Gia asked. Her voice sounded filled with excitement and delight, though he could not see the smile as she had her back to the window.
"If you are referring to your gown, yes. I asked Nanny Vivian to have you wear it so that I might easily find my little love."
Her hand slipped into his as she brushed against him.
"Come on, let us explore where we are." Theo pulled her to follow him. "Perhaps it is a storage facility for the finishing school."
Feeling around the room, his hands came to rest on a lantern. Turning it on proved no trouble at all.
"What is this place?" Gia asked.
The room was covered in blue and gray striped wallpaper from floor to ceiling. Gia stalked towards the armoire, pulling it open. The bed was covered in a rich, dark red and gold quilt, the bed was made and the pillows plumped up.
"What are you looking to find?" Theo asked. He had no idea who lived down here. The marble floor looked recently polished, and the furniture held no hint of dust. The room had been recently cleaned or kept clean.
"The nannies do not have such lavish accommodation," she said. Her fingers caressed dark men's attire, appropriate for a wealthy papa. "Do you think Mr. Hartley sleeps down here?"
It was not unreasonable to think that the headmaster could have a room in Ashby. "Perhaps it is his room, or somewhere he allows a papa to stay."
Little Gia's eyes widened and she gasped, covering her lips. "What if this is the room where papas and littles consummate their marriage?"
Theo laughed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. Did she realize how adorable she was? "I believe that is done at the couple's new home, not Ashby." He stared at the thick mattress and found her hand, pulling her with him toward the bed.
"Papa?" She giggled and covered her lips in an attempt to keep her voice down. "We cannot!"
"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes brimming with excitement. "Who is stopping us?"
"What if someone were to come in search of us?" Gia asked.
"Who is to say they would even check in here?" He doubted anyone but perhaps Philip would notice their lack of attendance at the party. The nannies were preoccupied elsewhere, and though he had thought they would be visiting, he had yet to see them. It did not mean they would not arrive later, perhaps after getting themselves dolled up for the affair.
"I cannot believe what you are suggesting, Papa."
Theo could not have wiped the smile from his face even if he'd tried. The thrill of what he wanted to do coursed through him like the embers of a fire on a cold starless night – warming, burning, yet delighting.
"Onto all fours, little Gia." He would take her in the only way in which he could claim her before they were wed.
She did as he instructed, climbing atop the mattress, the dress dangling over her hips.
Theo pushed the material up past her waist, getting a delectable view of her bottom. The plump curves still held the deep scarlet color that he had inflicted because of her lies. His hand skimmed her behind, gently caressing the punished flesh as he heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Please, Papa. No more discipline today."
He did not wish to correct her further for her behavior. Her dishonesty had been forgiven, and he wanted to put it behind them both. Guiding her legs further apart, his hand slid down into her soft, velvety quim, feeling her wetness.
"I want you to take me, Papa, as a husband takes a wife."
"You know I cannot do that, little Gia. Not until we are wed. That is the rule of Ashby." He had to respect the chateau, even if he did not agree entirely with their policies. Keeping her virtue intact was
necessary to protect her reputation, so that if something should happen to him before they wed, she would not be forced to face a scandal.
"Please, Papa. I will not tell anyone."
"I cannot. If you should fall pregnant with a child, the secret would be out. It is best we abstain from such behavior until we are wed. I promise you, little Gia, that waiting will make the moment that much better." He brought his lips down to her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh as his fingers moved from her cunny, back towards her pink pucker. He teased her bottom entrance with his finger and listened to her breaths and moans, discovering what she liked and what she loved. "I will make you mine, little Gia, and claim you here," he said, his finger swirling over her bottom hole, pushing gently past her rosebud as he heard her slight gasp. He withdrew his digit as quickly as it had entered her. "Do you want me?"
"Yes, Papa. I want you to claim me." She wiggled her backside, as if to indicate that she desired more attention.
He worked his trousers loose, along with the undergarments he had worn, allowing his cock to spring free, stroking the length from tip to base, wanting to satisfy his little Gia. With one hand he prepared himself, and with the other, he slid his digits over her slick pussy and into her warmth and wetness, bringing her juices back to her bottom, pushing his finger inside, stretching her rim as he began thrusting slightly. He wanted to fill her with more, himself, to feel her tightness around his shaft.
"More," she hissed.
Theo pushed two fingers past her tight little hole, slowly at first, to stretch her, and then he began pumping his fingers in and out, listening to her gasps and moans. Her hips did not seem capable of holding still.
"I want you to fill me with your cock," Gia said, her voice sounding as though she was already teetering on the edge, begging for release.
He did not wish to deny her such pleasure. Using the pre-cum on the head of his cock and her slick juices to moisten the entrance, he pushed his cock in past her anus, his hand on her lower back, steadying her and keeping Gia close as his other hand moved to her hip, caressing her skin with each slow thrust, in and nearly out, as he guided his thick cock inside her tight bottom.
Theo had never taken a woman's arse, but it was a fantasy he had harbored for quite some time. His heart thumped at the realization that she was allowing him to do this and even desired it with him.
His hips moved, thrusting against her bottom, one hand sliding down between her thighs, stroking and flicking her clit as he felt her tighten and clench around his cock.
Her insides spasmed all around him as she gritted her teeth, muttering his name under her breath. "Papa."
She appeared to be trying to keep the noise down, at least that was how it seemed. Theo did not care if anyone heard, and doubted they would with the chatter and noise from the ballroom.
"I love you," he said, panting heavily as he spilled himself into her, his cock pulsing, and his gasping making it difficult to breathe. Slipping from her bottom, he rolled onto his back, panting as the cool air assaulted his skin and the oxygen seeped back into his lungs.
Gia slowly got up from the bed, arranging her gown, letting the hem fall back down around her legs. "We should get back to the party, if we do not want anyone to notice that we left."
Pushing himself up off the mattress, Theo collected his clothes and just resumed dressing when the squeak of the door startled him. He reached out and grabbed Gia's hand, pulling her hastily with him behind the dressing screen. There was not much room to hide but at least they would not be seen.
"Come on, Papa," a soft feminine voice cooed as two sets of footsteps pattered into the room.
"Why is the bed unmade?" The headmaster's voice echoed through the room.
"Do you think someone might have sneaked in here during the party?" the young woman asked.
"Etta, I doubt that anyone would have been so bold as to leave without being noticed," Philip said. He sighed, and his footsteps trailed further through the room.
Theo was cautious not to move in the slightest way, worried that the headmaster might hear his heartbeat or the rustle of clothing.
"I do not recall leaving the lantern on unattended. In fact, I am quite certain I turned it off," Philip said.
Etta's soft laughter vibrated through the bedroom. "Are you? When was the last time you slept in here, Papa? Was it when I was a little?"
"Yes. I had the room remodeled from a storage chamber to a bedroom so that I could stay at Ashby while you were enrolled."
"Funny that I never discovered the room until after I graduated."
Soft moans and kisses could then be heard. Theo covered his little Gia's ears and he heard the bed squeak as the couple fell upon the mattress. He glanced from where they were standing to the door. They could not escape without being seen, and the mere fact that the door had squeaked upon Philip and Etta's entrance meant that surely if Theo and Gia attempted to leave, they would be heard. They waited, staring into one another's eyes, trying not to laugh or give their position in the room away.
"Oh, Papa!" Etta squealed and giggled, the bed groaning under their weight.
There was the soft rustling of clothes landing on the marble floor.
Theo carefully peeked around the screen only to see the blonde, with her legs bent and the headmaster's face in her quim. It was now or never!
He quietly uncovered Gia's ears, took her hand, and tiptoed from behind the screen against the wall towards the door.
Etta's moan filled the air, and at the same time, Theo grabbed the handle to the door and pulled it swiftly open, tugging the two of them out, closing it behind them. He had not thought to shut it quietly, though no one in the ballroom seemed to have noticed their sudden appearance. Had Philip and Etta heard the door swing soundly shut?
Theo took Gia's hand and moved away from the door, in case Headmaster Philip decided to leave Etta to look for the intruder. With great haste, Theo and Gia moved onto the dance floor, his hands finding her waist along with her hand, spinning and dancing in time to the music playing. They were not alone. Many girls who had graduated were dancing with their papas, enjoying the night together.
Gia leaned toward her papa's ear. "I love you. Thank you for tonight."
"It is I who should be thanking you," Theo said. She had given him the world; love, and the ability to have a little, something he had always desired. He looked forward to the years she would spend at Ashby, and even more so to the time when they would wed and she would finally come home with him. Perhaps he could arrange for her to leave the premises for a short stay with him at home, a vacation away from the littles' school. No doubt it would be asking a lot of the headmaster, but if he did not ask, he would not receive. Besides, after what he and his little Gia had witnessed between Etta and Philip, was there not room for negotiation, and potentially allowing his little one more time with him? It was proving difficult to visit her every day because of his work. Perhaps an arrangement could be made with a private nanny, so that Gia might be able to graduate early. Theo knew it was unlikely given Ashby's elite reputation, but he desired to see his little one every chance that he had. Surely she felt the same way and would welcome the thought of accompanying him home, even if it was only for a few short days together.
"You saved me, Papa. You offered me something I never thought I could have. I was just a nanny. Destined to be alone."
Theo gave her a quick kiss, not caring who might see. "You are not a nanny anymore. You are mine. I will always be your papa, and I will always take care of you as my little wife."
He finally had his little, his love, his life. The nanny who had captured his heart that day in the nursery was now, and forever, his little Gia.
Epilogue
Little Gia took her papa's hand as he led her out from Ashby into the warm sun. The heat made her cheeks red, as did her heart as it fluttered nervously, making her dizzy with excitement. She clutched his hand tightly, skipping with a bright cheerful smile, intending to pu
ll him along as he escorted her to his carriage. Her dress, made of silk and lace, clung to her womanly curves and fell down to her ankles, appropriate for a woman. She had been surprised by the gown at first, not knowing what it meant.
"The dress is beautiful," Gia said, as she unboxed the champagne gown that was far more exquisite than even the ivory dress he had given her to wear at the Ashby annual ball had been, a little over a year ago. "What is the occasion?" He could not possibly be giving her a gown so elegant and long to be worn at Ashby, it did not seem appropriate.
His eyes shone as he waited a moment to tell her, dragging the surprise out.
"Papa?" Gia asked, feeling anxious as he made her wait. She was not one to be patient.
"I have spoken at great length with Headmaster Philip, and you will be graduating on Wednesday. After your graduation, a ceremony of marriage will follow that very morning, and then you, my dear, will accompany me back to our home."
"You wish to marry me?" Gia gasped, dropping the gown to the bed as she squealed and rushed up to her papa, throwing her arms around him. Her feet lifted into the air, bending behind her as she clung to him like a child brimming with excitement.
"Yes, but there is something you should know. The graduation comes with a caveat."
Slowly she untangled herself from around his neck, her feet coming back down onto the marble floor. "What do you mean, Papa?"
He lifted the gown from the bed and brought it to the armoire, hanging it carefully to keep it neat. "You, my dear, will be the first girl to graduate in less than two years, which means that we will have a private nanny at our home."
"Will Nanny Vivian be joining us?" Gia asked. She sat down on the bed, bouncing as she found it difficult to sit still, bubbling with enthusiasm.
"Nanny Vivian is not available, but I have already met with a young woman who will live in the guest quarters and care for you when I am at work."