As they crossed the entrance to Kensington Manor, Daisy did her best not to gape at the grandeur of the home. She had long, long ago spent a great deal of time in a very fine home, but she stuffed those memories deep down. Today was a new beginning. Her second new beginning and she meant to make the most of it. The past held few pleasant memories for Daisy, at least the past which occurred before her arrival at Talcott House. She had no good reason to revisit those thoughts, particularly not today. She was a bride with a new husband, a new home, a new name.

Lady Kensington.

Her heart fluttered at the thought.

Papa's exploration of her body in the carriage had left Daisy jittery and on edge. As he pointed out different rooms on the first floor of Kensington Manor, she tried to pay attention, but all she could think about was the aching in her kitty and how soon Papa would claim her and make the aching go away, the same way it had during her medical exam earlier in the day. Daisy told herself she needed to focus on her papa's words, but all she could think about was the way his hands had felt when they touched her kitty.

The servants were lined up waiting to greet their new mistress. Daisy had not expected such a thing and she felt a blush envelop her face. She was to be in charge of all these people? How was it possible? Someone who had spent her life being told what to do was now the one who would give direction to dozens of servants and organize a household? If only she had paid more attention in the classes which Miss Wickersham had given on household management. A wave of self-consciousness hit her, but she did her best to tamp it down. She would simply have to learn promptly.

Papa introduced the servants as they walked by and each curtsied or bowed and called her ‘my lady’. At first, Daisy found this very uncomfortable. She was not used to others showing such deference to her, particularly since most of them were older than she was. However, it did not take long before she realized she enjoyed the attention and the power that coursed through her. The housekeeper, Mrs. Daniels, asked Papa if the two of them would be in need of some refreshment.

Papa turned to Daisy and asked, “Would you care to eat, my dear? It has been a long journey from Talcott House and from what I understand,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “you did not have much time for breakfast today.”

With all of the servants standing near and looking at her, Daisy was not sure she ought to say what she was thinking. However, she did her best to convey her meaning, or so she hoped. “Thank you, Pa-er-my lord,” she said, quickly correcting herself, “but I-I am not hungry at this moment. I believe I would prefer to be alone with you. It is our wedding day after all.”

One of the younger maids burst into giggles which earned her a slap on the back of the head from Mrs. Daniels. A footman suddenly had a coughing fit, but he excused himself and left the room.

“I believe that is an excellent idea, young lady,” Papa said before turning to Mrs. Daniels and speaking, “Mrs. Daniels, thank you for the offer but I believe my bride and I prefer to spend our time otherwise at the moment.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Soon the staff dispersed and Papa and Daisy ascended the stairs. With each step the fluttering in Daisy’s tummy grew stronger and she found her knees wobbling a bit until she had to grab hold of the banister with both hands in order to accomplish the task of climbing to the second floor of Kensington Manor.

“My dear, are you quite well?” Papa asked, stopping their progress to turn and look at her.

“Well yes, Papa. I feel fine,” she said. “Do you have reason to believe I am unwell? Oh dear, perhaps when I mentioned the medical exam to you in the carriage it caused you to think I have an illness. I would like to assure you that I’m extremely healthy, Papa, as healthy as I’ve ever been. Nurse Lister—remember when I told you about her?—simply wished to give me an exam to make sure I was healthy before I got married. Of course, I already knew I was healthy—honestly, how can a person not know when they are healthy, it seems an obvious thing to me, either you are or you aren’t—and so I didn’t need Nurse Lister to tell me that, but she and Miss Wickersham insisted and then...”

Papa cleared his throat, interrupting her flow of words. “It is simply that you are now clutching the banister with both hands, my sweet,” he replied with concern tinging his voice. “Do you not wish to go upstairs?”

“Oh, I absolutely wish to go upstairs, Papa. I am, however, very nervous about being alone with you and doing the things married people do together.”

“Then I shall make it easier for you, my little bride.” Scooping her into his arms, he carried her the rest of the way up the stairs. Daisy revelled in the strength of his body and the muscles she could feel wrapped around her. She ran her hand up and down his chest. Her papa was strong and she liked feeling his power. The ache in her kitty intensified.

Papa paused in front of a door and said to her, “This is your room which will be separate from mine. However, I believe we shall spend time looking at that room later, because now I wish to take you directly to my bed. Is that agreeable to you, my dear?”

“Yes, Papa,” she said, a flaming blush spreading over her face, but equal heat scorched through her nether parts. “I would like it if we got under the covers and made love. Is that what's going to happen in your bedchamber?”

* * *

Bloody hell! The girl would be the death of him. He wondered if he ought to chastise her for her less than discrete statements, first the one in front of the staff, and now this time. However, he decided it was not intentionally done and she simply did not know better. She knew words and phrases but had no real idea of their import or what they might mean in mixed company.

Despite some of her quite forward comments, he had to admit his own eagerness to be alone with her as well. They came to his bedchamber, just a few steps away from Daisy’s own bedchamber, then he opened the door and carried her inside.

“Papa,” she said, “this is a magnificent room.” Her eyes grew wide when she saw the bed. “Is that where you will put your cock in my kitty?” she asked, “and enjoy the sweet rapture of our joined love?”

How such shocking words came out of such a sweet appearing mouth, he had no idea. “I will do my best,” Papa said, “to share with you the sweet rapture. Whatever that may be. I hope, my dear,” he said, feeling suddenly serious, “you will enjoy our intimate time as a married couple together. It is most important to me that we have marital relations, but it is even more important to me for you to enjoy it as well.”

“Yes, Papa, I understand. Miss Wickersham and Nurse Lister explained to me about making love and how it is an important part of being married.” The girl puffed up with pride and spoke of these things with a level of bravado which was both endearing and shocking.

“And what, if I may ask, did Miss Wickersham teach you about what happens when a papa and his little girl make love?”

“Oh, Papa it is too embarrassing for me to say out loud, but I do believe Miss Wickersham gave me a very thorough explanation today and I am quite curious to experience it with you.”

His cock was already hard and had been for most of the day. He was randy as a schoolboy and had the blue balls to prove it. After their interlude in the carriage, where he had touched her most intimate parts and she had been exceptionally responsive to his ministrations, not to mention obedient, it was all he could do to not toss her over his shoulder, barrel past the waiting staff and run to his bedchamber to deflower the girl immediately upon their arrival. Daisy's eagerness matched his own. He was quite pleased indeed, and not for the first time he marveled at the unexpected and peculiar circumstances that had brought them together. For as long as he lived, he would never forget the moment she fell from the ceiling and into his life, her large dark eyes staring up at him in surprise as he rushed to her aid.

He set her upon her feet and watched as her gaze traveled slowly around the room and she took in the large four-poster bed piled high with pillows and blankets.

He took her in his arms and kissed her properly, releasing all the tension that had been building in him for days as he craved to make her his.

She melted against him and it was the most delightful sensation he had experienced in a very, very long time. He looked forward to spending hours and hours getting to know her body and training her to please him. He suspected she would be a most eager and obedient pupil.

She wriggled against him and gasped. “Papa, help me. Oh, Papa there's something... I just... I-I am achy and twitchy and I need to do something, Papa. I do not know what to do.”

“I shall teach you all the things you need to know, the pleasure of your body and my body, as well, little one. I know we will be very happy together.”

“Papa,” she said looking up at him. Her soulful brown eyes captivated him. “I feel like—I feel like I need to take my gown off. Will you help me, Papa? Is that agreeable to you?”

He smiled and his heart raced. “It is absolutely agreeable to me, little one. Now in the future, I want you to know that I will be the one directing all of our activities, not you, so it would be wrong for you to instruct me to undress you. Do you understand?”

“I- I believe so, Papa,” she said.

“What I mean to say is, I will be the one who determines the order of things in our marriage and in our bedchamber, no matter how achy and twitchy you are, it is important to remember my words. Your body belongs to me now, and you are not to touch your private parts without my permission.”

“Yes, Papa,” she said and he could see she was moving from foot to foot, highly agitated.

“Are you feeling achy in your kitty, little girl?”

“Oh yes, Papa,” she said. “It is most intense. I cannot wait until we make love properly and you make the ache go away.”

Her eagerness pleased him to no end. He opened the fastenings on her dress, slid it slowly down her shoulders to reveal the delicate flesh of her décolletage, then pushed the bodice down her arms and loosened the whole thing, allowing her to finally step out of the garment. His breath caught in his throat at the first glimpses of her without the layers of her dress. She was an exquisite creature with creamy skin and a womanly figure.

Once her dress had been removed, he was glad to see she was not wearing a corset. Though aware of the latest fashions for young ladies to try to conform their bodies to particular standards, he cared not for such things. In his mind the female body was beautiful exactly the way it was, particularly the body of his little bride. The constraints and contortions which young ladies endured to measure up to the whims of society's expectations frustrated him and for good reason. However, he shoved many of those thoughts out of his head, for today was his wedding day and he was about to claim his sweet young bride.

He stroked his hands down the length of her body, still covered by the thin fabric of her chemise. She quivered beneath his touch and looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and affection. He had never experienced such devotion and he found he liked it very, very much indeed.

He drew her close again and engaged her mouth with his in another soul-searching kiss. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly. When the kiss ended, she looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Papa,” she said, “I believe I'm ready for you to claim me. But it is a little bit embarrassing for me, the preparations I need to do. Would you mind so terribly much giving me a few minutes to get ready and then you could return to the room?”

He tilted his head and gazed upon her, intrigued. He was not a man to frequent the bawdy houses of London, but he was, or so he thought, familiar with most of the methods of making love. However, he also did not wish to dampen her enthusiasm. Truth be told, he needed a few moments to gather himself so he did not rut into the young woman with such abandon as to harm or frighten her.

“Very well, my dear. I shall be on the balcony. Call out to me when you are ready.”

“Yes, Papa,” she said. “Thank you.”

Reluctantly, he disengaged from her arms and took a step away. “Do not be too long, little wife,” he said, “or I shall come in and claim you in my own way.”

He opened the door to the balcony outside his bedchamber and stepped into the warm air of the afternoon. He took a few deep breaths and had to admit he was grateful for the slight reprieve, for again he feared he might combust and move at a pace which would be disturbing to his virginal bride. He gazed out over the gardens of his home and those of the neighborhood in London. It had been much too long since he had taken the opportunity to enjoy this view. His life had been too caught up in duty and obligation, but now that he had wed, he expected to spend much more time at pleasure.

When he heard his sweet wife call him he hurried to return to her side.

As soon as he re-entered the bedchamber he glanced toward the pillows on the bed, which was where he expected young Daisy to be, most likely with the covers pulled up to her chin. When she was not laying upon the mound of pillows, he became somewhat concerned and hoped she was not hiding or playing some other type of trick on him.

Then he glanced at the foot of the bed and promptly stopped in his tracks.