“I-I am so very, very sorry, Papa.” Her heart felt like it had broken into a thousand pieces. She had caused so many problems for the people she loved best, Papa and Cynny.
Papa slid his shaft into her achy kitty and Cammie sighed at the pleasure of it, though it was short lived. “You are certainly wet, Cammie. So much better to get my cock ready for your bottom hole, do you not agree?” He pressed against her back opening and pushed into her well-trained pucker.
Cammie whimpered deep in her throat and gripped the bedcovers in her hands.
“I am curious, little miss letter writer, why you did not share with your friend how much you enjoy having your papa’s cock in your backside.”
Cammie gasped and swiveled her head around to stare at him. “Papa! Was what I written not shameful enough? How could I tell her about - about, this?” She braced and groaned after a particularly hard thrust from Papa.
“Well,” Papa gave her left cheek a hard swat while he pumped his cock in and out of her bunghole, “I believe I would like to hear you explain it now, as though you were writing a letter. It will be easier to describe as it is happening.”
“Papa! No!” she wailed, her face flaming with shame.
Papa swatted her bottom hard and continued his punishment. “I will stop spanking when you start talking.”
Ohh. He spanked with determination. With little choice but to obey, Cammie spoke, “My papa likes to put his c-cock inside my b-bottom hole.” She paused and held tight to the bed clothes as her papa jammed into her hard. “He will use the …” her voice trailed off.
Papa smacked her thigh. “Keep going,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You had better finish your explanation before I finish what I am doing back here.”
“But, Papa, it is too embarrassing to say out loud.”
“Say it,” Papa growled.
“Papa uses the m-moisture from my kitty to make his cock slick.”
“Good girl.” Papa’s breath was labored.
“Then he will push it into my bottom hole. It is important to keep your muscles soft and relaxed so he can get in without causing pain. Once he is inside you, your bottom hole feels so full, but it is most satisfying.” Cammie pushed back against Papa’s cock, trying to achieve the fullness she spoke about. A moan erupted from deep in her throat.
“Satisfying? Is that all?” Papa grabbed her hips and jammed into her little arsehole over and over.
“Papa,” she shouted as she achieved her climax, “it is wonderful!”
And he shot his hot seed into her before they both collapsed upon the bed.
Chapter 14
The irony of her situation was not lost on Cynny. A little slip of paper with a letter on it from Cammie was found easily, and unintentionally, while the gold watch that she had hidden in what she thought was plain sight was yet to be found. For over one week she had been waiting for someone to discover Papa’s watch, which she had placed behind the leg of a couch in the drawing room assuming it would be retrieved quickly. Papa would believe it had been misplaced. He would be happy to have it back, she would be relieved to no longer have the worry of it, and Papa would be none the wiser. He could continue on blissfully believing The Weasels were a figment of her vivid imagination.
But no. Apparently the good people of Grayson House did not have the proclivity for nosiness and concealing things that prevailed at Talcott House. Daisy would have ferreted out that watch before the sun had set the day it was hidden. Perhaps that was one of the many differences between those who had lived in refined homes, even as servants, and those who had scraped and thieved for their existence like Cynny had.
The letter had been found and she was in the naughty chair, her tummy knotted up wondering what would happen to her when Papa returned. It was probably not such a great mystery, given his propensity for butt plugs and spankings.
Papa had gone to show the letter to Cammie’s papa. Oh, the knot in her stomach got bigger. She did not imagine that Cammie’s papa would take any more kindly to the letter than her papa had. Did Cammie’s papa know about butt plugs? For Cammie’s sake, she hoped he did not.
Yes, she had to admit the butt plug aroused her in a most embarrassing way, as did taking her papa’s cock into her back hole, but that still did not make it any less humiliating to have to bend over and hold her bottom cheeks apart while Papa massaged the salve into her little pucker, stroking his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He said it was to help her get ready for the plug or his cock, but she often heard his breathing get heavier while he did it, so she was not so sure Papa was only thinking of her comfort at those times.
Her comfort. Misery washed over her in a wave. Sitting in the naughty chair was likely to be the most comfort she would experience for quite some time. Even after Papa’s punishment ended, she knew the sting would linger in her backside for a long time. It reminded her of the time when she had to sleep on her tummy after Miss Wickersham put that awful piece of ginger root in her hiney hole.
Despite her worries over her pending discipline, Cynny could not help feeling anxious about the watch. While Papa was gone, she could go and move it to some place where it would be found. Leaving the naughty chair was a big no-no, but, she reasoned, she already had a harsh punishment looming on the horizon so what difference would it make if he caught her disobeying his instructions? Besides, she was confident she would be able to make her way to the drawing room, hide the watch in plain sight and get back to the naughty chair before Papa returned.
She had no idea where Cammie lived, but London was a big city and it was not as though Ashton Manor, Cammie’s new home, was right around the corner.
Screwing up her courage, she slipped from the chair and made her way to the door. Opening it slowly so as not to make a noise, she peeked into the hallway. Seeing it was empty, she scurried down the stairs and into the drawing room. The tables were shiny and polished to a high gloss. The maids were thorough, yet none of them had found that watch. She glanced about the room and spied a new hiding place on the mantle. Surely someone would see it there. Heart pounding, she rushed to the couch, knelt down and reached behind the leg where she had placed it.
Nothing.
She laid upon the carpet and swung her arm all around the leg in case the watch had been dislodged, but she did not find it. Shoving her face beneath the couch, she searched desperately for any sign of the golden timepiece. Frantic, she inched her way further down the dark area under the sofa. Oh please, she prayed. I have to find that watch and leave it for someone to find. I promise never to ask for anything else ever again.
Despite her heartfelt pleas, the area beneath the couch was empty.
With a sigh of resignation, she made to work her way backward and out from under the furniture. She had no idea how much time had passed since she entered the room and she dared not be away from the naughty chair a moment longer than necessary. She had just about emerged from beneath the sofa when strong fingers gripped her ankle and gave a firm tug.
Papa had returned.
Grayson did not know which was more gut wrenching — the fact that Cynny had lied to his face about not having any secrets from him, or the fact that despite his explicit instructions, she had left the naughty chair in order to hide under the couch in the drawing room. Did she also think he was too foolish not to find her? Her diminutive body did make it possible for her to crawl under the furniture, but did she think he would not look for her? Not go to the ends of the earth to find her? Not because of his desire to inflict punishment, but because she was his very heart and soul. He shuddered to imagine his life without her, without her sweet submission and ready passion.
He had believed she felt the same about him, but her deception and disobedience gave him serious pause.