Page 13 of Papa's Desires
Your papa will have a big shaft between his legs called a cock. It will get hard when he desires you and he will thrust it inside yourkitty.
Even if papas had cocks, what exactly did they look like?Shaftwas too vague a description and Cynny wished Cammie had drawn her apicture.
In addition to being anxious about marrying a man she had never even spoken to before, Cynny had not yet had her meeting with Nurse Lister. Before Cammie got married she had a special examination with Nurse Lister and when Cammie returned to their shared bedroom, she had the most calm expression on her face and a mysterious smile on her lips. When Cynny asked her about it, all Cammie could say was, “You'll have to wait until it's your turn. It is too much for me todescribe.”
Ever since then Cynny had been waiting for her turn with Nurse Lister in order to find out what happens between married men and women. Between a papa and his little girl. She had the letter from Cammie, but she had more questions than the letter answered. Would she be able to ask them of Nurse Lister without dying of embarrassment? For example, how on Earth would something like a big hard cock fit inside her kitty? She mostly hoped that Nurse Lister would volunteer the information so she would not be forced into the humiliating situation of being forced toask.
As one of the oldest girls at Talcott House, she should know the answers to these questions, but she did not. Frankly until she saw the dreamy look on Cammie's face after her examination from Nurse Lister, Cynny had had no interest in what happened between papas and their little girls. But there was no denying that something very interesting had happened to Cammie and based upon her letter, those sorts of things continued to happen after marriage. Cynny had toknow.
She checked her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Although her beauty had brought her much unwanted attention when she had been upon the streets, which Mary had always saved her from, now that she was to be a bride she was grateful that she had something to bring with her into the marriage. She was well aware that she had no dowry or trousseau of fine clothing, not even a family or a good reputation to bring with her. Her beauty was her only and finestgift.
And the gold pocketwatch.
Her heart still fluttered when she thought about the daringness of stealing Lord Grayson's watch. She had, in her private moments, taken it out from its hiding place and caressed it in her hand, thinking about Lord Grayson’s long elegant fingers doing the same, winding the knob at the top, opening the case to check the time. She told herself she enjoyed holding the watch and looking at it because it was to be a gift for her husband. But if that was the case, why was it that she only thought about Lord Grayson in thosetimes?
All of Cynny’s worldly possessions were stored in two large steamer trunks standing in the corner of the room, the gold pocket watch tucked safely between the layers of her infrequently worn undergarments, where Cynny felt it was least likely to be seen by anyone before she arrived at her new home and presented it to herpapa.
New home. Her heart sunk as she glanced around the room she shared with Rosie and Daisy. No one had come yet to fill Cammie’s place and as far as Cynny was concerned no one ever could. She would miss the fun times that she had had here with Cammie and Rosie andDaisy.
Maybe once she was married she would have a chance to see Cammie. Cynny could hardly believe that her friend was now Lady Cavendish. What was even more surprising was that she was about to become Lady Kensington. Both of themladies!
The sound of a carriage rolling up the lane drew Cynny, Rosie and Daisy to the window where they peeked from behind thecurtains.
“Oh,” Daisy said in hushed tones, “what a beautiful carriage.” She glanced over at Cynny. “I hope Miss Wickersham finds a lord to be my papatoo.”
“Hush!” Rosie said, giving Daisy a swat on thearm.
The footmen and driver were in their finest livery and the harnesses for the horses were adorned with silver polished so shiny it almost hurt Cynny’s eyes. It was like transportation for aprincess.
Her tummy flipped and flopped as a footman jumped from the back of the carriage and ran to open the door. Cynny held her breath as she waited to catch a glimpse of her papa. One elegant leg was visible, followed by the rest of a very attractive man dressed in wedding finery. He glanced up at Talcott House and smiled. Cynny and her friends quickly ducked away from hisview.
“Do you think he saw us?” Daisy asked in a loudwhisper.
“I thought I told you to hush.” Rosie glared at Daisy. Cynny had to wonder how those two would survive now that she and Cammie would not be there to keep the peace between them. Rosie and Daisy squabbled and argued like sisters, but they loved each other like sisterstoo.
Cynny made her way to the window and stole another peek at her soon-to-be husband. He was handsome and had a kindly manner about him, which was obvious even from her perch two stories up. But, she noted with a bit of confusion and sadness, he did not give her that funny tingly feeling that she had gotten when she talked to—or thought about—LordGrayson.
“He is quite handsome,” Rosie said, joining Cynny as they peeked out the window. “I am sure he will make a wonderful papa foryou.”
Their attention was drawn from the window when the door to their room opened and Miss Wickersham entered. She looked a bit frazzled and moved about more briskly thanusual.
“Oh my dear Hyacinth,” she said, “you are an absolutely beautiful bride, as I always knew you would be.” She adjusted Cynny’s veil and then her palm rested upon Cynny’s cheek in a maternalcaress.
“Thank you, Miss Wickersham,” Hyacinth said, a light blush working its way up her neck and across hercheeks.
“Ladies,” Miss Wickersham said addressing Rosie and Daisy, “would you please excuse us for a moment as I would like to speak with Hyacinthalone.”
“Yes, Miss Wickersham,” Daisy and Rosie said in unison, giving a small curtsy to their headmistress as they made their way to thedoor.
Miss Wickersham took both Hyacinth’s hands in hers and clasped them warmly. “As you know,” she said, “Nurse Lister usually gives the brides-to-be an examination and talk about their duties as a wife. Sadly Nurse Lister has come down with a cold and cannot leave her rooms. So the task of teaching you about the ways of married people has fallen to me. Of course, I will not give you any sort of medical examination as that is Nurse Lister's province and we have a strict agreement that I will not interfere in her methods, even when she is unable to participateherself.”
Cynny had a mental picture of a dreamy-eyed Cammie returning from her examination and though she was sorry Nurse Lister was ill, she could not help but feel slighted. And verycurious.
“But that does not prevent me from sharing with you the information that you will need to be a good and pleasing bride for yourpapa.”
A heated blush spread across her face until her forehead felt as though she might have even developed a fever. She was desperate for the information which Miss Wickersham was about to share with her but she was also morbidly humiliated at the idea of the intimate details which the discussion might involve. More than anything, Hyacinth feared her own lack of knowledge. How could she be pleasing to her papa when she had little idea what happened in the marital bedchamber? Furthermore, she was so uninformed she did not even know what questions she needed toask.
If your papa is anything like mine, he will probably like to touch you and kiss you all over your body. Sometimes your papa might even put his mouth on yourkitty.
