“Yes, Papa,” Cynny finally said, with her face turning red.
Pleasure washing through him, Grayson spun on his heel and headed for his bedchamber. As soon as he entered, his seasoned valet, Finnick, immediately set about preparing him to receive his bride. A half an hour later, he stood in the doorway separating their rooms and was delighted to find Cynny seated on the edge of her bed, wearing a thin nightdress. Her golden tresses were brushed out and flowing over her shoulders. His cock thickened as he approached her and took her into his arms. She shuddered in his embrace and peered up at him from underneath her eyelashes, his beautiful little angel.
He guided her into his room and closed the door that separated his chamber from hers, just in case she got it into her mind to run from him. She was trembling and obviously nervous, and while he planned to be gentle as he claimed her innocence, he intended for them to consummate their marriage today. Perhaps it made him a bastard, but he didn’t want to leave any doubt that they were indeed husband and wife. He didn’t want her to have the option to leave, particularly if Lord Kensington got any noble ideas in his mind, though Grayson doubted the jilted man would come calling.
A wave of violent possessiveness for the sweet little blonde in his arms surged through him. Cynny was his. His alone. His to love and care for until the end of his days.
He sat on his bed and guided her to stand between his spread legs. Before he claimed her as his wife, there was the matter of her discipline to address. She had been naughty at Talcott House and he had no doubt the other girls who’d joined in her mischievousness had likely been punished. Just because it was her wedding day, did not mean she could escape the consequences of her actions. Her breath caught in her throat as she peered at him with increasing uncertainty spreading across her blushing face.
“Before we go any further, Hyacinth, we must discuss your misbehavior at Talcott House today.” He kept his voice firm.
“But Papa, I couldn’t help it. I was so curious about why you’d arrived unannounced, as were my friends, and there’s a peephole that provides a perfect view of Miss Wickersham’s study, and then one of my friends said she heard you talking about me…and, well, I then had no choice but to spy on the goings on in the headmistress’s study.” She gave him an innocent look, but he refused to be swayed by her words or her cute antics. She’d earned a spanking, and a spanking she would receive, whether it was her wedding day or not. He doubted she would be the first bride to join her husband in the marital bed with a reddened, freshly punished bottom.
“Little Cynny, you were a naughty girl and you will be spanked for it.” He reached around her and boldly cupped her behind cheeks, giving them a squeeze in each hand. “I bet your two little friends have had their bottoms reddened already, and you were just as disobedient as they were.”
She gave a dramatic sigh and to his surprise stomped her foot and crossed her arms. She stuck her lower lip out in an adorable pout. “But Papa! It’s not fair! I’m a married woman now. They aren’t and they must still follow the rules of Talcott House.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her in disapproval. “Little girl, you had better not stomp your foot at Papa again, or you’ll be getting extra smacks. As this is your first punishment at my hand, I was planning to give you a light spanking. However, if you continue to prove uncooperative, Papa will smack your hiney until you’re so sore you can’t sit down. Is that what you want, little Cynny? A bright red, thoroughly smacked bottom?”
She gasped and an authentic look of contrition finally settled over her. She uncrossed her arms and hid her pouty lip, biting it instead as her eyes gleamed with remorse. “Papa, I’m sorry I stomped my foot. I-I suppose if I’m to be punished no matter what, I would prefer a gentler spanking. I don’t want a bright red ouchie bottom. I’ll be good from now on. I promise, Papa.”
“I’m pleased to hear that.” He released her and sat back slightly, patting his thigh. “Over my knee with you, little girl. Papa must teach you a lesson.”
Chapter 10
A wave of submissiveness washed through Cynny as she placed herself over Papa’s lap. Her pulse skittered and her breath came in short, shallow puffs. A spanking! Papa was actually going to spank her! Shame heated her face, but at least she could hide herself in the bedcovers. She couldn’t believe she’d stomped her foot—what had come over her?—and she was thankful he had given her another chance to cooperate. She wasn’t normally so insolent, but she’d never been spanked by him before and she couldn’t help the burgeoning nerves in her tummy.
Then there was the matter of her aching kitty.
If he lifted her nightdress to spank her on the bare, he might glimpse the wetness between her thighs. What would he think of her then? Humiliation coursed through her at the prospect, but she supposed there was nothing she could do in this moment, except pray he spanked her over her nightdress. As he guided her into a position of his liking, with her bottom lifted high over one knee, while he draped his other leg overtop hers, she felt the moisture rubbing together on her inner thighs. Oh dear. What was happening to her?
He patted her bottom. “Good girl. Papa likes it when you listen.”
His praise warmed her, and she loved him for speaking in a kind but firm tone. There was both steel and affection in his voice, and somehow this caused the pulsating sensations in her privates to grow stronger and stronger. She swallowed hard and braced herself when he lifted the skirt of her nightdress up, revealing her bare bottom. When he caressed her cheeks, she couldn’t help but lift her hips as she sought out his touch. He gave her behind a light tap.
“This cute little bottom belongs to your papa now, Cynny. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Papa.”
To her shock, his hand then delved between her thighs and he rubbed her kitty. She gasped and writhed on his lap, only to notice an increasing hardness beneath her. Her heart skidded faster. Papa’s cock. It was growing big again.
Blasts of pleasure assailed her, and some greater unknown ecstasy teased at the edges of her awareness. She undulated against his touch, only for him to smack her bottom with his free hand.
“Young lady, there will be none of that right now. You are about to be punished. I just want to see how wet you are. I can see the moisture glimmering on the folds of your little quim. Hold still while Papa inspects you.”
Remaining still while he parted her folds and swept his fingers through her wetness wasn’t easy. Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched the bedcovers and held her breath.
“Now,” he said, pushing a finger, or perhaps two, deeper into her privates. “Do well-behaved little ladies go around eavesdropping and spying on grown-up conversations?”
“No, Papa. I’m so sorry.” She gasped when his finger plunged deeper. Waves of heat threatened to take her under, and she struggled not to move.
“I’m going to give you ten quick smacks, Cynny, just enough to make your bottom sting. But, rest assured that the next time you’re naughty, Papa’s going to spank you longer and harder, until your bottom is very red and sore.”
“I understand, Papa.”
He withdrew his probing hand from her kitty and then cupped her behind again. Then he lifted it and brought it down on her left cheek, giving her a light smack that set her body aflame. Her ninnies felt tight and everything below her waist throbbed as it never had before. The second spank landed on her right cheek, and he continued on in this fashion, until he reached number ten. He immediately commenced rubbing the slight sting out of her cheeks, and she sighed with pleasure.