Chapter Nine
Faith
Papa is strict.
I stand in the corner with my stinging bottom jutted out to his liking, with my panties around my ankles, as I contemplate what got me into this situation. I’ve never been much of a morning person, and the bed is so comfortable that I hadn’t been able to force myself to get up. Well, tomorrow I will somehow have to make myself get up, because I don’t want a spanking every morning for the rest of my life.
Of course, I suppose Papa could’ve punished me harder than he did. My behind stings, but it doesn’t hurt as much as the spanking I received yesterday afternoon when I got in trouble for touching my cunny.
“Your ten minutes are up, little girl. Walk to me, please.”
Turning around, I eye Papa from across the room. He’s seated on the bed and looks oh so handsome this morning. He’s wearing a dark suit that fits him perfectly, the jacket stretched across the broad expanse of his shoulders. I shuffle toward him in an awkward manner, slowed down by my panties still tangled around my ankles. When I reach him, he pats his thigh and opens his arms. A jolt of giddiness runs through me, and I eagerly dive onto his lap, arranging my nightdress around me as I slide onto his firm thighs.
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Papa. I’m sorry I was grumpy.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, then puts his mouth to my ear. I shiver and the throbbing in my feminine core deepens. Oh, I hope he touches my cunny again. I wiggle a bit on his lap and detect something big and hard.
My heart pounds. Could it be?
I squirm once more, and his breath catches and he tightens his hold on me and grinds his center up against my sore bottom.
“You’re making Papa’s cock very hard, little one, but we cannot go any further than this, I’m afraid. We aren’t yet married, and as I’ve said before, we will not consummate the marriage until you are ready.”
His jaw clenches when I shift to the side and reach for the hardness in his trousers. His nostrils flare and he grabs my hand before I can touch him.
“There will be none of that, young lady. Now, let’s get you dressed in a cute outfit, and then you can see the surprise I have for you downstairs.”
“All right, Papa.” I grin. “I love surprises. I wonder what it could be?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” He leads me to the walk-in closet, where the dresses he had bought for me yesterday are hung up in a neat row. “Let’s put you in the light blue gown today. Lift your arms up, little one.”
I gasp.
Papa’s surprise is better than anything I could’ve imagined. It’s a fully decorated Christmas tree, complete with an old-fashioned toy train beneath it and a big shining star on top. It looks like something out of a storybook, especially considering the tree stands in front of a large window, against the backdrop of a winter wonderland. Large snowflakes are falling outside, and it must have been snowing all night, as the street and trees are entirely covered in sparkling white.
The scent of pine needles fills the large sitting room, adding to the joy of this experience. We never had a Christmas tree at the orphanage, and I only possess vague memories of helping my mother decorate a small tree one year.
“I bet if you’re a very good girl, Santa will come down the chimney and bring you presents.”
I giggle and run to Papa, then wrap my arms around him. “Oh, Papa, this is perfect. Thank you. It’s beautiful.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I’m glad you like it.” After my stomach rumbles, he says, “Come now, let’s have breakfast. Mrs. Summers made pancakes.”
We enjoy a leisurely breakfast in the dining room while gazing upon the snowy landscape. The dining room overlooks a field behind Papa’s estate that stretches outside of town to the mountains beyond. All that stands between his house and the mountains are a few barns and a vast forest. Situated on the edge of town, it feels like we’re in our own little magical world, far away from all the heartache I once knew.
I keep smiling at Papa, and he urges me to finish my breakfast so he can give me a proper tour of the house. After taking the last bite of my pancakes, I inhale the sweet rich aroma of the hot chocolate Mrs. Summers surprised me with. Taking a sip, I revel in the warmth that fills my tummy and spreads through my body. Once I’ve finished the hot chocolate, I set the mug down and soak in the pretty view one last time, before announcing that I’m all ready for Papa’s grand tour.
We start in the darkened basement, where most of the food stores are kept. There’s also a shelter hidden within the basement, with large concrete walls that surround several cots and emergency supplies.
“When my grandfather built this house, Gerrardsville was often under attack by raiders who came down from the mountains. He wanted to see his family kept safe, so he built this shelter in the basement. It locks from the inside. Luckily, the raiders don’t often venture near Gerrardsville anymore, and they certainly don’t dare to enter the town. These days, we are better armed and keep our borders well-protected. All the able-bodied men take turns keeping patrol.”
“Even you, Papa?”
“Yes, sweetness, even me. Every Tuesday from dawn to dusk, I take a shift on the western side of town.”
I’d known the men of Gerrardsville guarded the borders from raiders, but I hadn’t realized every man, even a wealthy man like Papa, was expected to join the guardsmen. I imagine him riding a horse, a gun secured in a holster on his hip, the wind blowing his dark locks around, as he gallantly serves and protects the citizens of this town.
Little flutters besiege my stomach, and I squeeze his hand as he leads me back upstairs, to show me the library, his study, the sunroom, and various guestrooms.
As we continue the tour, he explains the history behind each room and how his household functions. I listen carefully, as I plan to take the job of lady of the house seriously, even though he’s insisted that I’m his little girl. I won’t sit idle all day while the servants do everything. I’ll contribute to the running of his estate as if it were my own, and perhaps at the end of our thirty-day trial marriage, he will view me as a helpmate and a true wife.
He’s given me the impression that he’ll want me at the end of thirty days, as long as I want him in return, but there’s always the chance he might grow tired of me or decide I’m bothersome. I can’t let that happen, and I resolve to watch my behavior—no more grumpy mornings—and succeed in seducing him as soon as possible.
“The minister will arrive around three in the afternoon, Faith,” he says as we enter yet another guestroom. He turns and cups my face in his huge hands, and I can’t miss the longing in his gaze.
Heat pummels through me at the memory of his hardness pressing up against my sore bottom earlier. I want to feel it again, and I really, really want to touch it.
“Papa?”
“Yes, little one?”
“I hope you do not think me too bold, but I would very much like to consummate our marriage today, after we speak our vows.” I hold my breath, nervously awaiting his response.
Batting my eyelashes and giving him a coy look, I step closer, so near the front of his trousers press against my stomach.
“Please, Papa. Please.”