Page 27 of Papa's Desires
Chapter 12
You’re being a very good girl so far, Cynny, and Papa is most proud ofyou.”
Papa withdrew his finger from her tight hole and reached for one of the plugs. The smallest one, she noted. That brought her a bit of comfort, as it only appeared a smidge larger than the carved ginger root she’d endured several weeks ago. At least this intrusion wouldn’t burn, and she hoped she never misbehaved so poorly that her papa decided she needed such a severe, shamefulpunishment.
She gasped when he pressed the plug more insistently against her tightness, until he finally breached her most private entrance. She flushed all over as he worked the object into her bottom, plunging it partway in, only to withdraw a bit and then continue forward. Her heart raced faster. He was inserting the plug in her behind as he might drive his cock into it. She pictured him standing behind her naked, his muscular form gleaming in the light of the sconces while he repeatedly thrust his manhood in and out of her bottom hole. A blissful shudder ran through her and her kitty clenched and pulsated with tinglingheat.
“Keep holding your cheeks apart for Papa.” He slid the plug deeper, and deeperstill.
She moaned in needy desperation when he gave it one last firm push and left it submerged in her tightness, not withdrawing it for anotherplunge.
“You may release your bottom now and place your hands on the bed, little one. But don’t stand up. You’re to stay like that for several minutes while the plug stretches youout.”
After a deep breath, she let go of her backside and shifted on the bed, clutching the covers as time began to pass ever so slowly. What she wouldn’t give to feel him stroking her clitty or pushing his fingers into her aching kitty. She tried to remain still, but her hips kept jerking forward as she sought to put pressure on her quim. With her legs spread apart, it was the only manner in which she might relieve the throbbing in her womanhood. She doubted Papa would approve, but she now heard him walking around his bedchamber and even crossing into her room, where she heard him order Mrs. Hennely to supervise the preparation of abath.
When she thought Papa was still in her room, she thrust her center against the bed three times in quick succession, and she sighed at the pleasure and relief that wound through her. Sometimes when her papa gave her a bath, he stroked her kitty and made it feel good, even giving her a release while she rested on her hands and knees in the water as he prepared to cleanse her privates with a warm wet cloth. She hoped he gave her such attention in the bath this morning. She rocked forward once more, standing on her tiptoes in the process in order to drag her clitty over the edge of the mattress. Ripples of euphoric warmth spread through her, and she couldn’t help but repeat the motion over and over again, careless of whether or not footsteps were approaching, she was becoming so lost in the pleasure that she lost her ability to focus on anything but curing the sweet agony that was mounting between herthighs.
Smack!Smack!
She gave a startled cry and immediately went still, then chanced a look over her shoulder to find Papa glaring at her. With his neckcloth loosened, his jacket removed, and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick muscular forearms, she couldn’t help but stare in adoration. Even if he was probably going to spank heragain.
“Sorry, Papa,” she said. “My kitty feels achy and my bottom hole feels…achy too. And I feel as if I’ve contracted a fever, I am mostunsettled.”
“I think, given your lustful reaction to the plug filling your hiney hole, that perhaps I should have used a larger one.” He delivered five more swats to her backside that had her gasping and clutching the covers harder, the smacks making her ever aware of the intrusion in her bottom. “However, your bath is waiting and I don’t want the water to get cold. Tomorrow during your anal training, do not feign surprise when I use the next sizeup.”
“I-I understand,Papa.”
“Hold your cheeks open again. I’m going to remove theplug.”
She obeyed, drawing her bottom apart and waiting for him to withdraw the plug. He grabbed hold of the base and twisted it around as he slowly, ever so slowly, pulled it from her snug hole. Once it was out, she flushed hot because he hadn’t yet ordered her to release her cheeks and she was spread shamefully wide to his gaze. She felt the heat of his stare on her secret pucker and whimpered at the feel of her moisture sliding down her inner thigh. Oh no. She’d gotten so aroused that she was making an even bigger mess. She wished she could control her body’s reactions in times like this—the times when she wanted nothing more than for Papa to claim her or at least stroke her kitty until she was catapulted into theclouds.
“I think,” he said, pressing a finger to her exposed rosette, “I know a little girl who’s going to enjoy feeling her papa’s cock in her hineyhole.”
She had no response but another whimper, for his observations, while likely true, left hot shame coursing through her. But in spite of her embarrassment, she eagerly anticipated the day when Papa decided she was ready for his cock in her bottom. The plug had been cool upon insertion, but her papa’s cock was warm and pulsing, and she imagined it would feel oh so nice plunging in and out of her tightness. Heat bloomed on her face. Would Papa spurt his seed into her bottom hole, just as he did in her kitty? Well, she supposed she would find outsoon.
He pushed her hands away from her behind and guided her off the bed. He brought her flush against his huge, solid body and wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up and down her back. She threaded her arms around his waist, hugging him back and leaning her head on his chest, with her ear centered over his heart. She liked to feel the steady thumping of his life force whenever she got the chance. It brought her comfort like none other, and she imagined her heart beating in the same rhythm, to the tune of her papa’sheart.
“Come, little girl. Papa will give you a thorough bath and then we’ll have breakfast. Perhaps we’ll go for a walk in the gardens and then have story time in thelibrary.”
Joy filled her at the prospect of story time. She loved spending time in Papa’s big library while he worked at his desk, but even more so when he gathered her on his lap in the huge chair in the corner of the expansive room to read to her. Just like a papa might read a story to his special littlegirl.
“That all sounds very nice, Papa.” She smiled up at him as warmth spread throughout her, a giddy happiness unlike anything she’d ever known. It seemed every day with Papa was better than the one before. He grasped her hand and led her into her room, where a steaming bath was waiting. There were no signs of the servants, as Papa always liked to be the one to bathe her, and no one, not even the doting Mrs. Hennely, tried to interfere with hismethods.
“Into the bath with you, little girl,” he said, lifting her up and then placing her down into the warm water. She sighed with pleasure as the heat enveloped her, soothing her muscles and sending her into a relaxed state. For a few moments, she forgot about the throbbing between her legs. However, as soon as Papa started scrubbing her arms and then moved to her thighs, her urgency returned and she gave him a pleading look, hoping he would understand and make the aching goaway.
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Grayson workedthe washcloth all over his sweet little girl’s body, but purposely avoided her privates. For now. Maybe it made him a bastard, but he enjoyed watching her discomfort as she struggled to keep from squirming her bottom against the tub and keep her hands away from her kitty. The dark pink tips of her bosom had hardened, and she started to breath rather heavily as her blue eyes darkened with increasing need. When he ran the cloth along her inner thighs, she unsuccessfully tried to stifle awhimper.
“Oh Papa, I’ll do anything if you’ll just touch my kitty.Please.”
Though he’d planned to torment her for longer, he found he couldn’t deny her. It pleased him that wearing the plug had gotten her so excited, and his shaft lurched in his trousers, knowing he would soon claim that tight, puckering hole ofhers.
“Get on your hands and knees, littlegirl.”
The water sloshed as she scrambled to get into the proper position. She lifted her bottom high out of the water and parted her legs, giving him access to her smooth glimmering folds. Rivulets of soapy water ran down the petals of her quim, and he gently traced every little crevice of her privates while she trembled and released the softest, sweetest whimpers. She had the loveliest little cunny, pink and swollen with need. He sought out her clitty and massaged it until she began jerking her hips andmoaning.
He trailed his other hand along her wet bottom, still slightly reddened from the quick spanking he’d given her for humping the edge of the bed while wearing the plug. Then he pressed two fingers to her little arsehole and slid them inside before resuming his fondling of her protrudingnubbin.
