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 breath 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.”

Oh no. What had she done? Her tummy flipped as she turned around to face her stony-faced papa. Fear wound through her, and while she still felt safe being alone with Lord Cavendish, she didn’t think she would like what was about to happen.

He removed his jacket, laying it on the couch, and began to roll his sleeves up in a methodical manner, keeping his stern gaze fixed on her.

“As I have said, I will not tolerate a disobedient little girl. I realize your bottom might still be pinkened from yesterday’s spanking, but that’s not going to stop me adding to it and giving you the correction you so richly deserve. Given your huffing and stomping, it’s my opinion that Nurse Lister did not spank you nearly hard and long enough. I intend to remedy that right now, Cammie. You have left me no choice,” he said as he finished rolling up his sleeves.

As his words sank in and her anxieties grew, she found herself staring at his thick manly forearms, along with his large hands. Oh dear. His hands were a lot larger than Nurse Lister’s or Miss Wickersham’s. She gulped, and a second later, her hands flew behind her as she attempted to shield her bottom.

“Oh, Papa! I’m so sorry. But you made me stand in the corner for a long, long time. And it’s not fair,” she said, resisting the urge to stomp again. “I mean, if I hadn’t gone outside to smell the flowers, I would have likely gotten into trouble in this room.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “What kind of trouble, young lady?”

Her eyes widened and she could have kicked herself for not being quiet.

“Cammie…”

She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, trying to look like a big girl. But his jaw soon tightened and she knew if she didn’t confess what kind of trouble she’d been referring to, he would likely attempt to spank the truth out of her. Oh, but it was so shameful, to admit out loud that she’d been tempted to touch her own cunny. What would her papa think?

He took a step toward her and she backed up, putting her hands up in a show of surrender. Very well. She would confess the naughty thoughts that had flitted through her mind. The temptation that she had tried very hard to resist this afternoon, though she hadn’t been able to resist it last night, when she stroked herself to bliss in secret under her bed covers.

“Fine,” she said, in a much more subdued tone. “If you must know, I became achy between my thighs, as I had yesterday during my examination. I thought about touching myself, to make the aching feel better, but I soon decided that wouldn’t be proper and since I was still missing my friend and feeling a little uneasy about all the change that’s happening, I went outside rather than stay in here and risk doing something I suppose you wouldn’t approve of me doing. It’s against the rules to touch our kitties in Talcott House, as Miss Wickersham says we must save our special gifts for our papas.” She spoke in a rush, hoping Papa would show her some additional leniency for her honesty. She stole a peek at him, but his face remained unreadable.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she awaited his response. Did he understand and see her side of things? Or was he even more displeased with her now that she’d confessed to having wayward thoughts?

“Thank you for telling me the full truth, Cammie,” he finally said, his features softening. “Miss Wickersham is right in that regard. A young lady’s cunny is a special gift that belongs to her papa, and you are never to touch yourself there without permission.” He approached her and cupped her face, and she practically melted at the warmth of his large hands holding her in such a tender fashion, as if she were the most special girl in the world to him. Her heart fluttered and the heated throbbing between her thighs restarted.

She yearned for his touch with every fiber of her being, and suddenly there wasn’t enough air in the room. She took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths in an effort to calm herself and not drift back into her salacious musings while he was speaking to her. Whatever Papa was about to say must be important, because the lines on his forehead creased and his mouth tightened slightly before his lips parted on a quick inhale.

“Little girl, if you ever touch your kitty without permission, Papa will force your legs apart and smack the delicate folds of your privates. A long, hard spanking on your kitty is what will happen if I ever catch you in the midst of such naughtiness. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Papa. I-I understand. I won’t dare touch my quim.” Oh heavens. A spanking on her privates. She couldn’t even imagine the shame of enduring such an intimate punishment, even if it were delivered by her papa, and she trembled at the idea of having to spread her legs and await each stinging smack to her tender folds.

His lips tightened again. “You’re my little girl, and I think quim and cunny are much too grownup of words for you to use. Unless I tell you otherwise, you’re to call your privates your kitty. Now, I don’t feel it’s appropriate to have you squirming over my lap when we are yet unmarried, so I want you to be a good girl and bend over the arm of the couch instead. I haven’t forgotten your misbehavior in the corner. I know a certain little girl who’s going to have a bright red bottom while she’s saying her wedding vows.”