Page 31 of Papa's Desires
Cammie giggled into her pillow and told herself she needed to stop thinking about such naughty things, stop touching her kitty, and get to sleep. She did not want to doze off and miss any of the theater production. Or what if Papa thought she was too tired to go out at all? Reluctantly, she removed her hand and forced herself to concentrate onrest.
She scrunched up her eyes and told herself to go to sleep, but it did not work. Her mind was filled with naughty thoughts and her kitty had begun to purr. Cammie rolled over to her other side and pulled the blankets up over her head. Surely that would bring onsleep.
Inside her makeshift tent, the aroma of her arousal filled her senses. She was going to make a wet spot on her sheets and nightgown and she hadn’t even reached herclimax.
Well, if it was the only way to get to sleep and she was already going to need clean linens, then what was the harm in taking the opportunity to indulge in one of her clandestine pastimes. Her hands returned to her kitty and she sighed with the pleasure ofit.
She really ought to stop. If Papa caught her, her bottom would pay the price, either with the plug or Papa’s cock. Or,both.
She shivered in naughty anticipation, though she still did not want to disappoint her papa. He was such a good man and she ought to behave better. Determined to turn over a new leaf, she pulled her hand away from the moisture of her sex and rolled onto her side, closed her eyes and concentrated on falling asleep like a good girl. She counted sheep. She recited the alphabet backward, but nothing distracted her from the ache in herkitty.
It seemed she had no other reasonable option than to alleviate the urgency coursing through her and with a contented sigh she resumed her masturbatory activities with vigor. If she hurried, she could achieve her climax, change her nightgown and sheets, take a nap and meet Papa fresh and refreshed and still get an evening out at thetheater.
The familiar coil in her core tightened and Cammie’s focus narrowed to the center of her pleasure, small fingers moved deftly over her clitty and slid in and out of the moisture of her kitty until she came in a triumphant spasm and collapsed against the mattress, panting to catch herbreath.
Once she regained her composure, she rang for the laundry maid to bring fresh linens and a clean nightgown. Cammie had paid particular attention to the girl early in her tenure at Ashton Manor because she reminded Cammie of her friend Daisy back at Talcott House. And when it occurred to Cammie that access to clean laundry would make it easier for her to indulge in a forbidden behavior without leaving any telltale signs for her papa to find, she worked to cultivate the friendship further and often gave the girl a few coins which Cammie had saved from her own spendingallowance.
When the door opened Cammie looked up expectantly only to see Papa walk in carrying a stack of linens with a fresh nightgown on top. The euphoria of her release vanished and Cammie’s heart sunk to herfeet.
“P-papa,” she stammered, getting out of bed and rubbing her eyes as though she had just woken from a deep slumber, “how nice to see you. Have you finished your business for the morning?” She favored him with her most charming smile and hoped it would be sufficient to crack Papa’s stern demeanor. “Whatever are you doing carrying sheets? You look silly, Papa.” She giggled and attempted to take the items from him, but his hands heldfirm.
“Papa?” She looked up at him, eyes wide. “Why are you not answeringme?”
Papa carefully walked to the bed and deposited the articles in his hands then turned to her. Cammie stared, heart pounding. She had never seen Papa act quite this way, even when she had done something exceptionallynaughty.
“We will address your need for additional linens as well as your manipulation of the poor laundry maid in due time, but there is a more pressing matter I wish to discuss withyou.”
How did Papa know about her reason for needing the linens? Or the laundry maid? Despite her efforts to appear placid, her eyes darted to the bed where a telltale circle of dampness dotted the sheet. And Papa had more pressing matters than addressing the fact that she had been touching her kitty...again?
This did not bode well for her backside. A hard lump formed in her tummy. She chewed her lip and Papacontinued.
“I had an unexpected visitor this morning,” Papa said. “A gentleman by the name of LordGrayson.”
Cammie remained silent. The name meant nothing to her and, not wishing to make matters worse for herself, she chose to stayquiet.
“Lord Grayson has recently married one of your friends from Talcott House—Hyacinth.”
Cammie gasped. “Cynny’s husband was here? Did she accompany him? Is he still below stairs? Oh, I would very much like to meet him and to see Cynny again. Did you invite them to dine with us soon?” Cammie’s trepidation vanished and she bounced up and down on her toes and clapped her hands with pleasure. “Did you meet Cynny? Is her husband handsome? Wait…” she paused to search her memory… “I thought she was to marry a man named Lord Kensington, but you said a Lord Grayson called upon you.” She tilted her head and looked at Papa with confusion. Papa reached into his pocket and handed her a calling card which confirmed it had been Lord Grayson who visited AshtonManor.
“Did he say why she did not marry LordKensington?”
Papa held up his hands. “Camellia, no more. In time, I am sure you will be able to have all of your questions answered and I do expect we will become better acquainted with Lord Grayson and his bride. I found him to be a gentleman worthy of knowing and I am sure you would enjoy seeing yourfriend.”
“Oh, yes, Papa. I would. Very much.” Cynny! Oh, what delicious delight it would be to spend time with her dear friend, both of them marriedladies.
“But first,” Papa reached into his coat and pulled out a letter, “I have a few questions foryou.”
Cammie glanced at the letter and then stopped to stare. Was that her handwriting? The letter looked worn, as though it had been read and refolded numeroustimes.
“Papa,” she said, “I do notunderstand.”
“You will soon enough, my dear wife.” He handed her the letter and as she read the first few lines, a fiery blush engulfed her cheeks and just as quickly her face felt as though all color had drained from it. She swayed a bit on her feet.Is this what it feels like tofaint?
“I should like for you to read this letter tome.”
Cammie gasped. “Papa! No. I could never do such a thing. ‘Tis tooshameful.”
“If the words are too shameful to read to your husband, then they ought not to have been committed to paper in the first place. Let that be a lesson to you. One of many I expect you are going to learn thisafternoon.”
