Papa's Desires (Little Ladies of Talcott House, Book 2)
Sue Lyndon & Celeste Jones
About this book
Be a good girl for papa.
Twenty-two-year-old Hyacinth is finally getting married. She eagerly looks forward to life with a papa who will love and care for her. She hopes he will be a patient teacher, since no one will tell her what actually happens between married people. Fortunately, her friend Cammie has sent a letter with some explanations in it. However, Hyacinth can’t help but wonder if Cammie is making up tales.
Men have what? And they put it where?
A chance encounter with the exceedingly tall and handsome Lord Grayson gives Hyacinth a funny feeling in her lady parts and she starts to wonder if there’s some truth in her friend’s rather explicit letter. But, why is Hyacinth thinking about Lord Grayson in that way, instead of her betrothed, Lord Kensington?
When a twist of fate results in Hyacinth marrying Lord Grayson instead of Lord Kensington, she is both nervous and overjoyed. Her new papa gently introduces her to the secrets of the marital bed and awakens desires she never expected. He’s as loving as she imagined a papa should be, but he’s also strict and won’t hesitate to redden her bottom cheeks when she’s been a naughty little girl, among other intimate punishments that leave her both blushing with shame and craving his touch. As time goes on, she cannot help but think that she has been truly blessed and a lifetime of love and happiness awaits her.
But what will happen when Papa discovers his little bride has been keeping secrets?
Publisher's Note: Papa's Desires is the second book in the Little Ladies of Talcott House series, however like all the books in this series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone title. This historical age play romance novel includes spankings, sexual scenes, and other delightful naughtiness. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Chapter 1
Hyacinth Mae Heathrow perched upon the naughty chair staring at the oh-so-familiar wallpaper of Miss Wickersham’s study. Of all the lovely sights and activities at Talcott House, the naughty chair was a favorite of no one. Least of all Hyacinth. And yet, there she sat, on her twenty-second birthday, no less, straining to make out the whispered conversation in the hallway.
She dared not move from the chair and with the added constraint of a book upon her head, even leaning in the direction of the discussion which obviously concerned her, was out of the question.
Shortly after her arrival at Talcott House four years before, Hyacinth had had the temerity to slide off the naughty chair when she believed Miss Wickersham had left the room. In fact, she knew Miss Wickersham had vacated the space because she had heard the headmistress’s brisk footsteps in the hallway. Somehow, as soon as Hyacinth’s toe touched the floor, Miss Wickersham had appeared with a scowl on her face and a ruler in her hand.
Hyacinth had learned that lesson well, the hard way.
Today, she held her breath and focused on the voices on the other side of the door.
“She is not ready and well you know it,” Nurse Lister said.
“We are running out of time,” Miss Wickersham countered. “Our debts are piling up and the roof in the east wing is beginning to leak.”
“What about the monthly payment from our benefactor?”
Cynny heard Miss Wickersham and envisioned the worried look on her face. She had no idea money was an issue for Talcott House. What would happen if the money ran out? Although she was soon to be married, there were still many girls waiting for papas. What of her friends, Daisy and Rosie?
“The funds have not yet arrived. Besides, it is not enough for a major repair. That is why Lord Kensington’s wedding donation is so urgently needed.”
“But Hyacinth persists in her thieving ways. How can we be certain she will not continue to behave in such a manner once she is away from Talcott House? It is difficult enough for our young charges to be accepted in proper society as it is, if word got out that we had married off a thief to a man of Lord Kensington’s stature…” Nurse Lister’s voice trailed off and Hyacinth felt the weight of her own shame.
Before arriving at Talcott House, Hyacinth had been part of a street gang of thieves and pickpockets. The memory filled her with both pride and humiliation. She had been the best pickpocket, her small hands able to gently retrieve coins and other valuables without anyone being the wiser. On those few occasions when she had been caught, she had used her beauty and innocence to avoid punishment. When she opened her blue eyes wide and cried as if on cue, it was impossible for her victims to believe it had been anything more than a misunderstanding.
Until that fateful day when she had slipped her hand into the pocket of Miss Wickersham’s coat. The memory of the look on Miss Wickersham’s face still sent a shiver of fear down Cynny’s spine.
But, upon learning of Cynny’s plight, Miss Wickersham had taken her home with her to Talcott House...where she was punished for her thievery and then given a bath, clean clothes, a bed of her own and, perhaps what she cherished most—friends. And soon, a papa. Miss Wickersham had recently informed her that she was betrothed to a man named Lord Kensington, and Cynny felt grateful that her guardian had finally found a match for her. At twenty-two, she was older than most of the girls in residence at Talcott House. Of course, from the whispered exchange in the hallway, she realized she had no one to blame for the delay of her marriage but herself. Some girls left Talcott House not long after turning eighteen or nineteen. If she’d been more well-behaved, perhaps she would have been matched with a papa years ago.
The voices from the hallway brought her back to reality. Both ladies, though they could be quite stern with their charges, were also loving and caring and Cynny hated that she had caused them distress.
“I shall speak to her. Honestly, Freya, her infractions have been almost non-existent over the past few weeks. I truly believe this latest incident was simply a reaction to the fact that Cammie is no longer here.”
“I do not believe Cook will take as kindly to having the lock on the sugar cabinet picked,” Nurse Lister said. “We cannot afford to lose the cook either.”
Oh dear, Cynny thought. Talcott House is in grave danger and it is my fault.
“Katrina,” Nurse Lister’s voice took on a gentle tone which caused Hyacinth to quirk her brow, “you are becoming frantic. Please, allow me to prepare a cup of tea and a chest poultice for you.”
“Of course I am becoming frantic,” Miss Wickersham responded harshly to Nurse Lister’s offer. “Have you seen the roof on the east wing? If we do not have it repaired soon, by winter the entire wing will be uninhabitable, not to mention the additional damage to the walls and floors should rain or snow get in. If we cannot afford to repair the roof, how will we ever pay for even more damage?”
“How much has Lord Kensington promised?”
The amount which Miss Wickersham named caused Nurse Lister to gasp. “I shall review the literature on behavior correction right away. I believe we can rehabilitate our little thief in time.”