Page 22 of Papa's Desires
“The pleasure is all mine, my lady. Welcome to Grayson House. I am overjoyed by your arrival and think it’s splendid Lord Grayson has finally taken a wife, especially one as lovely and endearing asyou.”
Though her little speech was a bit forward for a servant, Grayson simply smiled at Mrs. Hennely. She had known him since he was a small boy, after all, and he was glad she would take care of Cynny when he wasn’t able to. Most of the time, he planned to dress her and bathe her himself—he was her papa—but after riding hard for Talcott House and then the return trip to London, he very much needed to surrender himself to the skillful care of his valet before taking Cynny to hisbed.
He regarded her wedding gown, and while he’d entertained visions of stripping it off her, he supposed she would appreciate having it removed soon, as well as the restricting bodice she was wearing underneath—which he’d glimpsed when he stared down at her bosom while she was seated on his lap in thecarriage.
“Lady Grayson has had a long journey, Mrs. Hennely, so I am leaving her in your capable hands for a while.” He turned to his bride, then brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon her soft flesh. “I will return for yousoon.”
“Yes, Pa—mylord.”
“You may call me Papa in front of any members of my staff, little girl. In fact, I must insist uponit.”
If Mrs. Hennely thought his statement odd, she gave no indication, for she stood there in politesilence.
“Yes, Papa,” Cynny finally said, with her face turningred.
Pleasure washing through him, Grayson spun on his heel and headed for his bedchamber. As soon as he entered, his seasoned valet, Finnick, immediately set about preparing him to receive his bride. A half an hour later, he stood in the doorway separating their rooms and was delighted to find Cynny seated on the edge of her bed, wearing a thin nightdress. Her golden tresses were brushed out and flowing over her shoulders. His cock thickened as he approached her and took her into his arms. She shuddered in his embrace and peered up at him from underneath her eyelashes, his beautiful littleangel.
He guided her into his room and closed the door that separated his chamber from hers, just in case she got it into her mind to run from him. She was trembling and obviously nervous, and while he planned to be gentle as he claimed her innocence, he intended for them to consummate their marriage today. Perhaps it made him a bastard, but he didn’t want to leave any doubt that they were indeed husband and wife. He didn’t want her to have the option to leave, particularly if Lord Kensington got any noble ideas in his mind, though Grayson doubted the jilted man would comecalling.
A wave of violent possessiveness for the sweet little blonde in his arms surged through him. Cynny was his. His alone. His to love and care for until the end of hisdays.
He sat on his bed and guided her to stand between his spread legs. Before he claimed her as his wife, there was the matter of her discipline to address. She had been naughty at Talcott House and he had no doubt the other girls who’d joined in her mischievousness had likely been punished. Just because it was her wedding day, did not mean she could escape the consequences of her actions. Her breath caught in her throat as she peered at him with increasing uncertainty spreading across her blushingface.
“Before we go any further, Hyacinth, we must discuss your misbehavior at Talcott House today.” He kept his voicefirm.
“But Papa, I couldn’t help it. I was so curious about why you’d arrived unannounced, as were my friends, and there’s a peephole that provides a perfect view of Miss Wickersham’s study, and then one of my friends said she heard you talking about me…and, well, I then had no choice but to spy on the goings on in the headmistress’s study.” She gave him an innocent look, but he refused to be swayed by her words or her cute antics. She’d earned a spanking, and a spanking she would receive, whether it was her wedding day or not. He doubted she would be the first bride to join her husband in the marital bed with a reddened, freshly punishedbottom.
“Little Cynny, you were a naughty girl and you will be spanked for it.” He reached around her and boldly cupped her behind cheeks, giving them a squeeze in each hand. “I bet your two little friends have had their bottoms reddened already, and you were just as disobedient as theywere.”
She gave a dramatic sigh and to his surprise stomped her foot and crossed her arms. She stuck her lower lip out in an adorable pout. “But Papa! It’s not fair! I’m a married woman now. They aren’t and they must still follow the rules of TalcottHouse.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her in disapproval. “Little girl, you had better not stomp your foot at Papa again, or you’ll be getting extra smacks. As this is your first punishment at my hand, I was planning to give you a light spanking. However, if you continue to prove uncooperative, Papa will smack your hiney until you’re so sore you can’t sit down. Is that what you want, little Cynny? A bright red, thoroughly smackedbottom?”
She gasped and an authentic look of contrition finally settled over her. She uncrossed her arms and hid her pouty lip, biting it instead as her eyes gleamed with remorse. “Papa, I’m sorry I stomped my foot. I-I suppose if I’m to be punished no matter what, I would prefer a gentler spanking. I don’t want a bright red ouchie bottom. I’ll be good from now on. I promise,Papa.”
“I’m pleased to hear that.” He released her and sat back slightly, patting his thigh. “Over my knee with you, little girl. Papa must teach you alesson.”
