Papa’s Joy

by Sue Lyndon

  “Is this what my little girl wants?” he asked in his deep papa-voice. “To have Papa make your kitty feel good?”

  “Mm. Please, Papa. It aches so much, and my ninnies are getting achy now, too.”

  “Go ahead and rub your bosom while Papa tends to your kitty, Daisy,” he instructed, and she soon reached for her ninnies and tentatively ran her fingers over her hardened peaks.

  “Good girl, keep doing that, however it feels best to you.”

  She cupped her breasts, surprised at how large they felt in her hands. She had never touched herself so familiarly before, and it was a pleasant sensation to rub her bosom as Papa continued expertly stroking between her thighs. He soon found her clitty and circled it with slow, precise movements that made her whimper and moan. Heated pleasure coiled in her lower tummy and she started undulating her center against her papa’s hand.

  “Close your eyes, my sweet. Close your eyes and let go. Come for Papa.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut as she plunged deeper into the abyss of the ecstasy he was inflicting upon her. She kept rubbing her breasts, and having her eyes closed heightened her senses, making her ever aware of each caress of his digits circling her clitty.

  Then she gasped and shuddered, ripples of euphoric sensation washing through her, pulling her under to the depths of a quaking climax that went on and on, until she could scarcely catch her breath as she rode the final aftershocks of bliss.

  “Feel better, little one?” Papa’s deep voice brought her out of her lust induced reverie, and she finally opened her eyes, though she was still panting heavily.

  “Yes, Papa. So much better. Thank you for taking care of me.”

  He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I will always take care of you, Daisy. Always, no matter what.”

  * * *

  Edward eyed Daisy from across the room. She was in the same position she’d taken up earlier in the day at the foot of his bed, bent over with her bottom lifted high and her thighs parted. Satisfied that she was in the perfect position for what he was planning, he retrieved the box of plugs from a drawer, as well as an accompanying bottle of lubrication, and approached her from behind. He cupped her rear, giving it an affectionate squeeze before sitting on the bed beside her with the box in his lap.

  She peered over at the box, a curious glint in her eyes. “That’s a large box, Papa. Larger than the box I used to sometimes hide the extra sugar in that Cynny swiped from the kitchen. Hm. You must have an impressive collection of plugs. May I see what they look like? Please?”

  He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Even in the face of an impending bottom hole training, she was still as talkative as ever, and he found her tendency to venture off topic rather charming. It was part of her sweet personality and one of the things he so loved about her. Finally, he opened the box and revealed the contents within—five plugs in varying sizes, the smallest being the width of two fingers, and the largest being almost as thick as his hardened cock.

  “Oh my,” was all she said.

  “Indeed.”

  “What kind of establishment sells a box of plugs like these, Papa? I have never heard tell of a shop that caters to...naughty items.”

  “The proprietor of a shop where I purchased some of your hats and gloves has a collection of intimate items she keeps in the back. Mrs. Stilton’s Milliner’s Shop, to be exact.”

  “Oh my,” she said again. “I should like to visit that particular shop.”

  He chuckled. “I will take you out shopping on Bond Street soon, and we will visit that particular shop as well as many others. Now,” he said, “Papa is going to insert the smallest plug in your bottom hole, my sweet, and we will have regular sessions—perhaps not every day, but often enough—during which you will be required to wear one of these plugs. After you successfully take the smallest plug several times in a row, then we will move on to the next size, and so on down the line until you’re capable of accepting the largest one.” He paused for a moment, allowing her time to digest this information. “I think you know what will happen once you are able to repeatedly take the largest plug with success.”

  Her lips parted on a gasp. “You-you will put your cock in my bottom hole then, won’t you, Papa?” She shifted on her feet, shuffling her legs wider apart as a deep blush covered her face.

  “You are correct, little girl.” He held the smallest plug up and met her gaze. “Are you ready to commence your bottom hole training?”

  “Yes, Papa, I-I think so, though I must confess to feeling a sudden bout of nerves. Will it hurt?”

  “It might be uncomfortable at first, but I do not believe it will hurt you. Don’t fret, my sweet, Papa will be most gentle with you, especially this first time as I do not wish to cause you any amount of harm.”

  “Thank you, Papa.”

  He rose from the bed, still holding the small plug, as well as the bottle of lubrication. He shifted behind her and stared at her delectable little bottom, her cheeks still slightly reddened from her earlier punishment. “Be a good little girl and reach back and pull your bottom cheeks apart, Daisy. Show Papa your cute puckering hole.”

  A shudder ran through her and she lurched slightly forward, as if seeking relief in her kitty, but she soon complied and reached around to draw her chastised bottom cheeks wide apart. Her pucker immediately clenched and unclenched, as if anticipating the first push of the plug into her tight hole. But first, he had to adequately prepare her for the intrusion. He uncapped the bottle of lubrication.

  “Good girl. Now keep holding just like that while Papa gets your little arsehole ready for the plug.” He poured a liberal amount of the lube down the crevice between her cheeks and then started massaging it into her pucker, using two fingers as he prodded her snug entrance but didn’t go more than knuckle deep. She whimpered and clutched harder on her behind cheeks, but she otherwise remained still and in place. Her obedience pleased him greatly.

  Finally, he withdrew his digits from her tightness and poured lubrication onto the plug, then wasted no time in pressing it at her hole. With a series of gentle thrusts, he worked the tip of the plug into her secret passage, offering her encouragement and praise for holding position and allowing the plug into such a private place.

  “How are you feeling, little girl?” he asked once the plug was halfway inside her.

  “I’m well, Papa. It doesn’t hurt. It’s not entirely comfortable, but I am thankful you are being so gentle with me.”

  He stroked her back and continued to press the plug further into her tightness, until at last it was fully seated in her little bottom hole. He stood back to observe the sight, and his cock lurched in his trousers. She was so lovely, his sweet little bride. She peered over her shoulder at him, still holding her cheeks apart.

  “Is it all the way inside, Papa?” She wiggled her hips. “And will it stay in without you holding onto it?”

  “Yes, little miss, it’s all the way inside, and it should stay in place as the end of it slopes in slightly and then enlarges at the base. You may release your bottom cheeks and stand up now.”

  She slowly rose off the bed and turned to face him. She clasped her hands in front of herself and peered at him with uncharacteristic shyness, and he supposed she feared the plug would indeed fall out if she moved too much or too quickly.

  He reached out a hand, beckoning her forward. “Come to Papa, little girl.”

  With gradual steps, she finally reached him and he took her in his arms and could think of nothing better to do than kiss her soundly.

  And so he did.

  Until she was breathless and moaning against his lips, his sweet and responsive bride.

  “You will wear the plug until bedtime,” he said, reaching around to squeeze her bottom.

  “If it pleases you, Papa.” She laced her arms around his neck, and when he bent down to press his lips to her forehead, she melted under his kiss and emitted the dreamiest of sighs.

  Yes, he thought wi
th certainty, they would find happiness together. He already cared for her deeply, already loved her with his whole heart, and though she had a mischievous and impulsive side, she was mostly biddable and entirely sweet.

  Not to mention, entirely his.

  Chapter 13

  The following morning, Daisy found herself perched upon a chair in nothing but her new dressing gown at a table set for two in Papa’s bedchamber while they enjoyed their breakfast which Papa had retrieved for them from the kitchen. “Papa,” she said, “do you not have servants available this morning for such a thing?”

  “Of course I do, my dear. You met them all yesterday. However, it is my pleasure to take care of you and provide for you and I do not want anyone else to invade or spoil our private time.”

  “Thank you, Papa. You make me feel so very special.”

  “And that, my dear, is because you are.”

  After breakfast Papa disappeared for a few moments and returned with a very pretty gown, slippers, stockings, chemise, drawers and a hat for her to wear. All of the garments were brand new and she wondered at Papa's ability to have clothing for her. However, the reason for this became a bit clearer as Papa dressed her. “My apologies, dear Daisy,” he said, “as you are well aware, I had intended to marry someone else and had this wardrobe made in anticipation of her arrival. And given the short nature of our own courtship, these are the only clothes I have available for you. I hope you do not mind and as soon as it can be arranged a whole new wardrobe will be made exclusively for you.”

  Daisy glanced at herself in the mirror. The bodice of the dress was a tad snug and the hem probably needed to be let out a couple of inches. In her mind she heard Miss Wickersham’s voice saying, “Good heavens, Daisy, you are growing like a weed. How shall we keep up with you?” After arriving at Talcott House as a shapeless sixteen-year-old, she had promptly grown several inches and filled out in a womanly way as well. Within a short time, she was hardly recognizable.

  But the dress was of high-quality and much more fashionable than any of the items which Daisy had brought along in her meager trousseau. Despite her aversion to hand-me-downs and second-hand clothes, she reminded herself that this dress was brand new and had never even been seen or touched by its original intended owner and therefore she would be silly not to love it.

  “Papa, please don’t go to such bother and expense for me. This dress is very lovely and with just a few alterations I'm sure it will fit me perfectly. Thank you so very much.” And to emphasize her point and alleviate the worried frown on his face, she spun a little pirouette in front of him. “Now,” she said, “I believe you have promised to take me on a stroll around the neighborhood, but you are not properly dressed, Papa,” she said, giving him a squeeze on the behind through his silk dressing gown.

  “Oh you impertinent little minx,” he said, gathering her and spinning her around before planting a firm kiss upon her lips once he set her on the floor. “If you were not already dressed for our stroll, I would take you back to bed and do more naughty, naughty things with you.”

  Daisy squealed and giggled and darted from his grasp. “Now, now, Papa. There will be plenty of time for that later. We both need a bit of fresh air.”

  It was a beautiful morning and Daisy felt content and happy and in love. She had absolutely the best papa in the whole wide world. She doubted if even Miss Wickersham could have selected a better match for her. She glowed with the knowledge that she had pleased her papa in the marital bed. And she tingled with the revelation that he had also pleased her quite thoroughly. She had most certainly experienced the sweet rapture of their joined love—in a variety of most interesting ways, she thought as she recalled kneeling to accept his cock in her mouth as well as the bottom hole training with the plug. She inhaled deeply and released a long breath in an effort to calm her suddenly racing heart. Though she would enjoy experiencing another rapture with her papa, she was also looking forward to exploring the neighborhood.

  Within moments the two of them were strolling along the walkway in front of Kensington Manor, her gloved hand tucked snuggly into the crook of her husband's elbow as they took their first walk as a married couple. In addition to the beautiful gown, Papa had also secured for her a matching parasol and she felt quite fashionable indeed, though her best accessory was the handsome man upon whose arm she was escorted down the street.

  Her papa was clearly a well-known man in the neighborhood as a number of people stopped to chat with them as they were out walking, and others tipped their hats to him as they rode by in their carriages. Midway down the block they walked past a small park which Daisy paused to look at, on odd sensation moving through her. She felt as though she had been there before. She shook that feeling off. Certainly, there were dozens of such parks all around London and she, as usual, was simply being silly.

  “It is a lovely park, is it not?” Papa asked.

  “Yes, it is. I have never seen anything quite like it my whole entire life.”

  “You have never seen a park?”

  “Well, this is my first time in London, Papa. So everything here is new to me and quite exciting. As I said, I have never seen anything like it.” The untruths tasted bitter on her tongue, but she reminded herself of the secrets she must keep to safeguard the happiness of her marriage to a man of Lord Kensington's stature.

  “I had no idea you had never been to London before. Where exactly did you live before you arrived at Talcott House again?”

  “Oh,” she said, thinking quickly on her feet and hating herself for lying, but she absolutely could not let Papa discover the truth. “I believe I once mentioned that I had lived in the north country, did I not? Well, I was born in a small village north of Talcott House and when my mother died Miss Wickersham took me in. I honestly do not recall very much else, it was all so very long ago. I-I can’t even remember the name of that particular village, I was so young when my mother passed away. Yes, very young indeed. So I have never been to a big city like this.”

  “I see. And you never made any trips to London?”

  “No, I did not. I had no reason to do so. All my needs were met at Talcott House. We had food, wonderful food really. The cook was so nice and even though Miss Wickersham did not allow us to have many sweets, when someone had a birthday Cook usually made puddings as a special surprise. Oh, I like pudding. What is your favorite pudding, Papa?”

  “We were discussing the fact that you had never been to London, not puddings, little wife.” He tapped her on the tip of her nose. “I am simply surprised that you were never curious about visiting the city. You do not strike me as a young lady who would be content without a frequent change of scene, particularly given your penchant for running off and visiting traveling fairs and fortune tellers. I would have expected you to have at least asked Miss Wickersham about a visit to London.”

  Looking for a quick distraction to change the subject, Daisy clasped her husband's arm with both her hands and said, “You are correct about my need for a frequent change of scene. Will you not show me more of your neighborhood? Shall we continue on our walk, Papa?”

  “Yes, of course.” He patted her gloved hand with his own and they continued along the street.

  As they drew closer to a large estate Daisy again had that strange feeling of being in familiar territory. Her heart began to pound faster and her breathing became shallow the closer and closer they got to the imposing home.

  Oh no, she thought, it cannot be.

  She tried to quicken her pace but, Papa slowed down and in fact stopped at the gateway so they could look up the drive to the front door of the house. “This is Hamilton Manor,” Papa said. “It is the home to Lord and Lady Hamilton and their daughter Lady Millicent Hamilton. I believe she is near to your age and is quite a delightful young lady. In fact, you remind me of her in many ways.”

  Daisy feared she might faint dead away. Millicent Hamilton. She never thought she would hear that name again, let alone be standing in front of that
home. The home which had been the location of her happiest memories and also her most tragic.

  She struggled in her unsophisticated way to try not to react in a manner which would reveal any of the turmoil spinning through her body. And so, she simply said, “Oh, how nice.”

  “As a matter of fact,” Papa said, “I intend to invite her to call upon you, once you are settled into married life. I think you will enjoy having a friend near your own age and how very fortuitous that she is just around the corner from Kensington Manor. I am sure the two of you will get along famously.”

  At the thought of entertaining Lady Millicent, Daisy nearly swooned and she clung to Papa's arm. Suddenly all of his attention was on her as he clasped her upper arms and gazed intently into her face. “Little girl, are you unwell? You look positively ashen.”

  “I suppose I am simply fatigued, Papa” she said, giving him a weak smile. “As you might recall, I have not had a great deal of sleep in recent hours,” she said, forcing a naughty smile upon her face.

  “Well, my wicked little minx, you ought to get used to it,” Papa said with an equally naughty smile. “However, I believe it is time we take you home and you can have a little nap while I attend to some business.”

  To her vast relief, they turned and walked away from Hamilton Manor.

  Moments later they were back inside Kensington Manor, Papa having insisted upon carrying her up the staircase and she had no objection to being held close by him. Although Miss Wickersham had provided for all of the little ladies of Talcott House, it was impossible for anyone to supply the sort of love and affection which Daisy craved and which she now found herself receiving in abundance from her beloved papa.

  Rather than taking her back to his bedchamber, Papa stopped and opened the door to a room next to his. Inside, sunlight flooded through the windows and Daisy found a room befitting of a young lady. There was a table containing several puzzles and a checkerboard. The bed was covered in a lavender coverlet. A large display of dolls and books filled several shelves, which delighted Daisy. And on the wall was a beautiful painting of a field of daisies which she knew her papa must have selected especially for her.