Page 29 of Papa's Desires
Chapter 13
Afortnight had passed since their wedding, and Cynny felt as if she’d finally settled into her new life. Lord Grayson was as gentle and kind as she could have hoped for in a papa, though he could be stern with her when she was naughty. However, if she were being honest with herself, she would have been disappointed if he let her get away with any sort ofmischief.
Since she’d come to live at Grayson House, he had only had cause to punish her a handful of times. The first time, on their wedding day for her eavesdropping and spying on Miss Wickersham’s study. The other couple of times had been for minor infractions—such as stomping on the staircase when he’d ordered her to take a nap and she wasn’t tired, rolling her eyes when he’d wanted to inspect her kitty for any signs that she’d been touching herself, and for running down the staircase, which he’d spanked her the hardest for since he claimed she had endangered herself. Though his punishment spankings hurt, his firm but loving guidance helped her to feel secure in her new life. He cared about her—he told her he loved her every day at least once—and he only enforced discipline when she truly required acorrection.
She also had grown quite fond of the anal training he’d imposed upon her. She had quickly worked her way to the largest of the plugs, and two nights ago he had finally claimed her hiney hole with his big hard cock. She flushed at the memory of how she’d obediently bent over the bed, spread her cheeks wide for her papa, and held still while he massaged the salve in and out of her rosebud, plunging three thick digits into her tightness until eventually replacing them with his rigid length. His steady thrusts into her bottom hole had set her body aflame, and when he’d reached underneath her to stroke her clitty, without missing a beat as he pounded into her, it had taken but moments for her to come as a thunderous release crashed over her. She smiled to herself, hoping he would claim her back hole with his cock againsoon.
Two maids passed her in the hallway, carrying fresh linens up from the laundry, and she decided she had better cease entertaining naughty thoughts so frequently, or the servants might start to wonder why she was always flushing and smiling toherself.
She redirected her thoughts to her upcoming plans and excitement spiraled throughout her as she wandered down the wide corridors of Grayson House, happy that she no longer got lost in the spacious home. She had just come up from the kitchens after conferring with Cook about the menu for the upcoming week and in particular a luncheon she planned to host. The wives of two of Papa’s friends, Lady Tiffin and Lady Harding, had called upon her together recently and Cynny wished to repay their kindness with a luncheon. She had sent invitations to both ladies, as her first foray into polite society. She wanted to make sure all went as planned, in hopes that the ladies would speak favorably about her in the ton and when she attended her first ball with Papa she would be more quickly accepted by his peers. The menu for the luncheon would be perfect and she had already spent a great many hours thinking up proper conversation topics. She couldn’t wait, but what had her even more excited as she skipped toward Papa’s library, was that it was story time—the special time of day when Papa stopped whatever he was doing and cuddled her in his lap to read herstories.
Butterflies flitted in her tummy. Sometimes, after the story was over, Papa would be hard in his trousers. She would squirm around on his manhood and give him her most innocent look, pretending she had no idea what the hard thing in her papa’s trousers was, before he would roughly lead her to his bedchamber for a session of lovemaking. However, she recalled with a heated flush, yesterday he hadn’t even bothered to take her to his room. He’d shoved her over his desk, flipped her skirts up, and took her from behind, pounding into her cunny until she cried out her release and he spurted his seed into her depths. She’d had to take a bath then, because her papa’s essence was trickling down her thighs and making a mess, and during her bath time he’d stroked her to bliss yetagain.
She knocked on his library door, pressing her legs together tightly as she stood waiting for him to call her to enter. Once she heard his voice, she opened the door, slipped into the room, and shut the door behind her with a click that echoed in the vast openspace.
“Good afternoon, Papa,” she said, toying with one of her braids. To her utter astonishment, he’d styled her hair in two braids when he got her dressed in one of her new gowns this morning, and though she usually wore her hair tied in a ribbon behind her back, he had somehow managed to tame her curls into the girlishstyle.
His warm smile as he approached her lifted her spirits further, and she glanced at the large chair in the corner of his library, eager for their story time to commence. But when she noticed the book he was holding, her enthusiasm fled. It was a book she’d had in her bedchamber, and the very book in which she’d recently hidden Cammie’s letter that described what happened between husbands and wives, papas and little girls. While the explicit letter hadn’t made much sense to Cynny at the time, she now understood it to be quite detailed and naughty. What would he do if he found it? Her bottom cheeks clenched, because she’d intentionally hidden it and kept it as a secret from her papa. Even if he wasn’t upset by the contents of the missive, he wouldn’t approve of her stashing such reading material in abook.
“Is something wrong, little girl? You look awfully pale. Are you feeling ill?” Concern tinged his voice, making her feel even guiltier for herdeception.
“Everything is fine, Papa. What if-if we went for a walk in the gardens now instead of having storytime?”
He gave her a strange look. “If you don’t like this book, little girl,” he said, opening it partially and flipping through the pages with his thumb, “I will select a differentone.”
Then it happened. The letter escaped from the pages it was hidden between and drifted to the floor. Oh no! She lunged for the missive, but Papa bent down and picked it up before she could reachit.
“That’s mine, Papa! Please give itback!”
He glanced at the letter and his expression soon hardened. “Hyacinth, go sit in the naughty chair. Now.” His tone was firm and she found herself walking toward the naughty chair—a new addition to his library that she didn’t much care for—that was situated in the far corner of theroom.
She huffed and took her place on the seat, and felt tears pricking in her eyes when he sat down at his desk and spread the letter out, apparently intending to read it in its entirety. Oh, why hadn’t she burned the letter as Cammie had asked her todo?
Papa gasped—and she wondered which part of her friend’s letter had surprised him so. Then he made a tsking noise and pushed away from his desk, standing up and approaching her in a purposefulstride.
“Young lady,” he said, pinching her ear and hovering over her. “How long have you had this scandalousletter?”
“My best friend, Cammie—Lady Cavendish—sent it to me at Talcott House. I-I wanted to know what happened between husbands andwives.”
“Has anyone else seen this letter? Please tell me you did not pass this missive around to all the girls at TalcottHouse.”
“No one has seen it but me. I thought of showing it to my friends, but Daisy can’t keep secrets, so I decided to keep it to myself. I’m sorry I hid it,Papa.”
“You know I don’t wish for there to be secrets between us, Cynny. Are you hiding anything else in your room or around the estate that I should know about? More such letters or anything else ofsignificance?”
“No, Papa, I swear it. I’m not hiding anything else. Just this letter.” A vision of the golden pocket watch hidden behind the leg of a couch in the drawing room flashed in her mind, but she dared not mention it. Not when Papa was already cross with her. She’d placed the watch there several days ago when Papa had gone to visit his solicitor, though it had yet to be found and now that she considered it, perhaps she ought to find a different hiding place. She wouldn’t be able to rest until it had been found and the cloud of her thievery no longer hung over her, threatening to destroy the foundation of her marriage to LordGrayson.
He released her ear and straightened. Then he folded the letter and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “I appears I must pay a certain Lord Cavendish a visit. I doubt he will approve of his wife engaging in such scandalous correspondence. If you were writing such naughty letters to your friends, or anyone else for that matter, I would certainly wish to learn of your indiscretionsimmediately.”
Alarm rushed through her. Now Cammie would be in trouble, too. She grasped Papa’s arm and clung to him when he made to leave her side. “No, Papa, please! You mustn’t! Just let me burn the letter. You can spank me, if you must, but please don’t tell Lord Cavendish what Cammie’s done. She was only trying to help me, and despite her detailed letter, I confess I didn’t know if what she wrote was true, and I didn’t quite understand it anyway. As you will remember, I was quite innocent on our wedding day, and it was not an act, I swear it.” Tears cascaded down her face, her vision blurring as she peered up at her papa, praying he would change his mind about visiting LordCavendish.
“Cynny,” he said sternly, “You will remain in the naughty chair until I return. Don’t you dare move your bottom.” He extracted himself from her grasp and left her alone in hislibrary.
She sniffled and stared at the converging walls in the corner, trying to decide what to do. Perhaps she ought to put the watch in a different place where it was easier found. Or maybe she ought to claim she found it herself, then he would be pleased with her and maybe he wouldn’t spank her. She waited until she heard his carriage pull away, trying to work up the courage to leave the naughtyseat.
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Lord AlexanderCavendish
