Page 33 of Papa's Desires
Papa smiled then, his first since entering her room. Some of the weight around Cammie’s heart lifted, but she still knew that the afternoon was far fromover.
“And when it is over, your papa will wrap you in his arms and tell you what a good girl you are and you will drift off into the best sleepever.”
She stole a glance at her papa. “That is true too,” she said,shyly.
“I like that part also, sweetCammie.”
Cammie turned the page of the letter over to continue and as her eyes skimmed the first few words, a feeling of dread quickened in her. She looked to Papa again. “Do I really have to read thispart?”
“Oh, yes, naughty girl. You absolutely have to read the next part.” Papa sat up straighter in hischair.
Cammie licked her lips and plunged forward. “Having a climax is so wonderful, you might be tempted to give yourself one when your papa is not around.” Cammie’s voice trailedoff.
“I had trouble hearing that last sentence. Please repeatit.”
Cammie chewed her lip somemore.
“I’mwaiting.”
“Having a climax is so wonderful, you might be tempted to give yourself one when your papa is not around.”She glanced up and he nodded for her to continue.“To do that, you will need to touch your kitty with your fingers and at the very top is a little hard nubbin, that is your clitty. It is like the magic button for your release. Rub your fingers over it or maybe pinch it a bit and soon you will be like that kettle building up a big head ofsteam.”
“You seem to know a great deal about giving yourself a release,Cammie.”
Her bottom tingled. She had quite a punishment coming, there could be nodoubt.
“I believe,” Papa said, “I should like for you to read the rest of the letter without any clothing. Please remove yournightgown.”
“Papa?”
“You heard me, Cammie. Do not pretend otherwise. Besides, the person who wrote this letter seems to have quite an extensive knowledge of the female body and therefore, has no reason to beshy.”
To her horror, Cammie felt her kitty heat up and a bit of moisture eased its way between her nether lips and onto her thighs. And now Papa would know it too. Moving slowly, though she knew there was no avoiding it, Cammie set the letter on her bed, then pulled the nightgown over her head and deposited it on the bed as well. She reached for the letter but Papa stopped her. “I would like,” he said, a naughty smile turning up the corners of his mouth, “a demonstration of that last bit you read.” Cammie gasped. “In fact, bring me the letter and I shall read it as you showme.”
With trembling fingers, Cammie retrieved the evil letter that had brought her nothing but problems, and slowly delivered it to her papa. When she moved as if to return to her reading spot, he haltedher.
“It would please me,” he said, his eyes darkening with desire, “if you performed your part here, right in front ofme.”
“Papa! I am too embarrassed. Please,Papa.”
“You ought to be embarrassed. Not only did you write a scandalous letter which revealed the most intimate details of our lives, but you confessed to doing something which I have explicitly told you not todo.”
“Oh,” Cammie said. She had not considered the fact that she had shared private information about Papa. What could have happened if someone other than Cynny had found the letter? Or if Lord Grayson had been an unscrupulousman?
Cammie had a feeling she would not be attending the theater that evening. Or if she did, it would be a most uncomfortable event being seated on a chafed backside for severalhours.
Papa began reading. “... you will need to touch your kitty with your fingers and at the very top is a little hard nubbin, that is your clitty. It is like the magic button for your release. Rub your fingers over it or maybe pinch it a bit and soon you will be like that kettle building up a big head of steam.” When he finished reading, he looked up from the letter and watched as she touchedherself.
Cammie did her best to follow along and repeat the actions described in the letter. Hearing him say those naughty words made her kitty especially wet and achy, so it was not difficult to want to give herself pleasure, though she was fraught with humiliation. When Papa finished reading, she stopped touching herself, expecting him to return the letter toher.
But, he continued reading. “Papas do NOT want their little girls to give themselves pleasure. Lord Cavendish says it is his right and privilege as my husband and papa to be the only one who brings me toclimax.”
“I am glad you remember me saying that, Camellia, though it seems you did not heed my words. In fact, it would appear that you have come up with a scheme to completely disregard my instructions to you and you shared this with your friend quite proudly. He read more from the letter. “His possessiveness is quite endearing. However, sometimes I feel I must pleasure myself lest I explode from need. In those instances, I tell Papa that I have a headache and must rest. He usually is very concerned and puts me to bed himself in my own special bedroom. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep and when he leaves the room, my fingers get busy inside my drawers. After that, I usually do sleep so I do not feel it is a completedeception.”
“I am sorry, Papa,” Cammie said for what felt like the hundredth time thatday.
“Have I given you permission to stop touching yourkitty?”
“No, Papa. It is just that I thought you wanted me to read theletter.”
