Chapter Six
Kingston
After an hour and a half, I return to Faith’s room to check on her. I’ve been upstairs this whole time though, nearby in case she called out for me. When I enter the room, she stretches under the covers and blinks awake.
Her eyes meet with mine and she smiles, causing my heart to constrict in my chest.
I sit on the bed and reach under the covers. But when I grasp her hand and pull it to my lips for a kiss, I realize my little girl has been disobedient. The scent of her arousal is heavy upon her hand, and I know without a doubt she must have touched herself in secret.
“Did you sleep well?” I remove the towel from her head. Her hair is almost dry, and I stroke one hand through it, while still holding her other hand.
She nods. “I was so tired, I feel asleep before you finished reading the book, and I was out this whole time.” Her gaze dances away from mine for a moment, as if she’s trying to hide something. But I already know her secret, and now, I must add lying to her list of transgressions.
“Faith,” I say gently, “I had hoped I would not have cause to punish you so soon, especially before we are wed. But I cannot allow your misbehaviors to go unpunished.”
Her eyes go adorably wide. “I-I am afraid I don’t know what you mean, Papa. I’ve been here sleeping this whole time. How could I have done anything wrong?”
“Faith, that’s the second time you’ve lied to me just now. Want to keep going and adding to your punishment? Or would you like to confess to your naughtiness before Papa becomes even more upset with you?”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me, her eyes bulging larger. “How-how do you know, Papa? I-I was so quiet.”
“Yes, you were quiet.” I squeeze her hand and bring it to my lips, once more kissing it and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her femininity, and her naughtiness. “But I can smell the scent of your flower on your hand, little one. I know you were touching something you weren’t supposed to.”
“Oh, Papa! I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. I-I didn’t mean to. It just happened. I was so achy and unsettled, and I thought you wouldn’t find out.”
“Ah, but I did find out. And I also found out you will think nothing of lying to me.”
Her face crumples and a sheen of tears form in her expressive blue eyes. “Please, I will do better. I promise. I’m so sorry I lied to you, Papa, but I didn’t want you to know what I did. I want to be good. I-I don’t want you to get rid of me!” She then bursts into tears, her wails so desolate that my heart aches for her.
“Shh, little one. Come here.” I gather her in my arms and rock her back and forth, trying to calm her down and figure out why she would think I would get rid of her so soon. She disobeyed me, but once her punishment is over and her penance paid, we will both feel better for it. “Faith, I won’t get rid of you just because you were naughty. What could ever make you think such a thing?”
She sniffles, and I reach in my pocket for a handkerchief. I press the cloth to her face, drying her tears and wiping her nose. She blinks hard and I can tell she’s putting considerable effort into calming herself. After a few deep breaths, her tears cease falling and she looks a bit more settled.
“Go on, Faith. Tell me.” I sense she’s holding in some terrible secret.
“After my mother died, I went to live with my aunt and uncle. I was bad, so they got rid of me not long after I went to stay with them. They dropped me off at the orphanage, and I’ve been there ever since. If I’m bad, you’ll want to get rid of me too. Why would you want a bad little girl, or a bad wife? I shouldn’t have touched myself. I was so stupid to think you wouldn’t find out, and I am so ashamed that I betrayed your trust, after all the kindness you’ve shown me.”
“Faith, look at me.” I wait until she withdraws partly from my embrace to stare into my eyes. “I am not getting rid of you. You are still my little girl, and tomorrow, you will become my wife. As your papa, it is my job to teach you and guide you, and when you err, it’s also my job to correct you. Broken rules have consequences, and when you break a rule, you will be punished. But when I chastise you, it is not to be cruel, but rather to help teach you what’s right and wrong. A good papa would never, ever get rid of his little girl, Faith. A good papa helps his little girl be the best little girl she can possibly be, and that’s exactly what I intend to do with you.”
“Do you truly promise that you won’t get rid of me because I’m bad? Wh-what about the end of our thirty days…what if—”
“I promise, Faith. I swear it with all my heart. As for the thirty-day trial marriage, that will have more to do with whether or not we are compatible with one another, however, I very much doubt that will be a problem.” I tuck her hair behind her ears and press a kiss to her forehead. I haven’t had her for a full day yet, but I can’t imagine letting her go at the end of our trial period.
God, why did come up with that idea? I don’t want her to have the option to leave, but at the same time I’d be a complete bastard for forcing her to stay with me, if she eventually realizes she’s made a mistake.
Holding her closer, I stroke her back.
“You’re mine, little girl. I’ve got you. You’re mine.”
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Faith
My heart soars, knowing that Papa won’t discard me for breaking his rules. At the same time, my tummy flips because I’m in big, big trouble.
I touched myself.
Without permission.
After Papa threatened to spank my bare bottom if I ever did such a naughty thing again.
I swallow hard. My behind tingles. Nerves keep fluttering in my stomach and shame washes through me, sharp coursing humiliation over my grave misdeeds.
Not only did I stroke my flower, but I lied to my papa as well. My pulse skitters under the anticipation of my impending chastisement. I bury my face in his chest in an effort to hide my deep mortification.
“It’s best we get this over with.” He pulls back and settles a stern look upon me. “Stand up, young lady. Naughty girls must be dealt with firmly.”
His deep, scolding voice resonates inside me, reinvigorating all the aching that had not so long ago led to my downfall.
Oh no. Not again.
What will he think if he notices me growing wet during my punishment? I resolve to keep my legs clamped tightly together, lest he glimpse this fresh moisture gathering in my cunny.
I stand up, and to my surprise, he guides me to an empty corner. Then, to my embarrassment, he lifts the nightshirt up to reveal my naked bottom.
“Hold this around your waist and keep your nose in that corner, little girl.”
“Papa?”
“You will stand there for several minutes and contemplate your misdeeds. Think about how naughty it was of you to touch what doesn’t belong to you, and think about how naughty it was to lie to your papa. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, little girl.”
Oh, I am ashamed. Deeply so. I remain in place, with my nose to the corner and my soon-to-be punished buttocks on display. I hear his retreating footsteps, but he doesn’t leave the room, and I’m not sure where he’s standing. But I know he’s staring at me, because I can feel the heat of his gaze. It’s overwhelming, but at the same time it’s also comforting. He’s here with me, sharing this moment, no matter how uncomfortable and tense it might be for both of us, and best of all—he’s not going to toss me aside as if I’m nothing just because I misbehaved.
The minutes tick by, and I wonder how long he’ll make me stand here like this. Not that I’m in a hurry to get to the spanking part, but it’s difficult to stand here and not fidget, especially when I know he’s staring at my bare bottom.
A desperate moan builds in my throat as the heat in my loins quickens, but I somehow manage to keep quiet, and I also succeed in keeping my thighs pressed together to hide my growing arousal.
At least I know what it is that makes my flower so achy. I’m not sick. There’s nothing wrong with me. I just crave my papa’s touch. If he notices my moisture while he spanks me, will he decide to help the throbbing in my core? The thought of his hands on me, down there, makes the pulses come faster and hotter. My breasts feel heavy and my nipples tighten against the soft fabric of his shirt I’m wearing.
His footsteps sound behind me, and then he’s right beside me, cupping my bottom and speaking into my ear.
“Have you thought long and hard about why you are standing in this corner, young lady?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Tell me.”
“I-I touched my flower and gave myself a release without permission.”
“And why is that wrong?” His hot breath tickles my ear.
“Because my cunny belongs to you, Papa.”
“Very good. What else?”
“The lies, I told some lies. I didn’t really go to sleep right away, and I also lied about touching myself at first. I’m sorry for everything, Papa,” I say, my lower lip trembling as my throat constricts with emotion. How badly will the spanking hurt? How long will it last? I’ve never actually had a spanking before, and not knowing entirely what to expect increases my nervousness. Quick breaths shudder in and out of my chest, but despite my fears, the aching in my center doesn’t abate in the least. If anything, it deepens.
“That’s correct. You should never lie to me, Faith. Little girls are never to lie to their papas. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. It won’t happen again. Any of this. I swear it.”
He grasps my hand and leads me to the middle of the room, then releases me to go retrieve a chair from against the wall. Not the rocking chair, but a different one with a tall straight back. He drags it close to me and takes a seat, then urges me to stand between his spread legs.
When I peer down into his dark stern gaze, I feel just like a naughty little girl about to be spanked by her papa.
It doesn’t feel like pretend at all.
It feels very real, I think, as he lifts an eyebrow at me and points at my bare cunny.
“When you touch yourself without your papa’s permission, young lady, you are debasing yourself. I won’t have my little girl behaving in such a manner. If this becomes a recurring problem, you can expect more than a simple hand spanking. If I have to spread your legs wide and smack your smooth flower petals to get through to you, I will do just that.”
I gasp and start to shield my cunny, but I quickly remember what got me into this situation in the first place, and I move my hands back to my sides. He tucks the shirt high around my waist again, and I obediently hold it up, clutching the fabric tightly so as not to be tempted to cover myself up.
“As for the lies,” he says, shaking his head in disappointment, “you will soon learn that Papa doesn’t tolerate any untruths from his little girl. Even little fibs will be strictly punished. I expect nothing but absolute honesty from you, Faith. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good. Now, let’s get on with it. Papa is going to spank this naughty bottom of yours bright red. Over my knee, little girl.”