by Allison West
He pulled out the chair for her to sit down.
Eliza stared at the wooden chair for a long moment before letting out a soft sigh. She pushed her bottom out, sitting down rather awkwardly.
Charley did his best not to laugh or stare, quite amused, but feeling for her all the same. "Comfortable?" He sat back down across from her and watched as she reached for a pastel, holding it up to the blank page.
She cracked a grin, staring up at him with a wry smile. "Do not tease me, Papa. Unless you truly wish to know what a plug up one's bum feels like."
He tried to contain his laughter, pleased that she felt relaxed and confident speaking her mind to him. "Very well, little Eliza. We shall save that pleasure solely for you and your precious little bottom."
Chapter 11
Eliza had not wanted to say goodbye to Papa, but understood that he had to return home. Bedtime had been far too early for her liking, but she refrained from making a scene with her nanny. In fact, she tried to be extra good so that she might be rewarded with time with just her and Papa alone.
The worry and fear she felt earlier in the day about seeing him again had vanished. She trusted that he would return. Never before had anyone paid her such great attention, not even her nanny. Eliza did not dare pretend that he loved her, but she also would not deny herself the moment to be happy. The opportunity that had presented itself earlier with her papa would return. The plug remained in her bottom all through the night until her nanny removed it. Would Papa spread her cheeks and administer another plug this afternoon? That was assuming he returned today.
Eliza bathed and dressed, following her nanny's instructions with pride as she bounced around excitedly, staring out of the window, waiting for any sign of her papa. She knew that if he did arrive, the window facing the garden would not give her so much as a hint of his presence, and yet she still felt compelled to watch the flowers and bench where they had first met. There was something about the serene scene that made her desire to spend time outside again. Would her nanny let her?
"Nanny Agnes?" Eliza spun around on her feet, her heels clicking as she clasped her hands in front of her. "May I play outdoors?" The weather looked perfect, sunny and beautiful.
"You know the rules. You may play with the other littles in the playroom. You seem very anxious this morning." Agnes held out her hand for little Eliza to latch on to, leading her from the nursery down the hall.
"Do the littles ever get to visit the finishing school?" Eliza asked.
Nanny Agnes raised an eyebrow and laughed. "That is an incredibly silly idea for a little one to have. Ladies and littles do not mingle. Come, we have not got all day." She opened the door to the playroom and gently pushed her charge inside.
"Clara!" Eliza had practically forgotten about her friend.
Clara sat on the floor in front of the dollhouse that towered above her. "Do you think one might get lost in such a large house?" she asked, staring peculiarly at the wooden contraption.
"I do not know," Eliza said, finding the question quite odd. She sat down beside her friend, the pale pink dress fanning out around her as she sat. "Why do you ask?" There was so much Eliza wanted to share with her friend. She had not seen her for the rest of the afternoon and wanted to discuss every detail of what had transpired with her papa. It might not have been proper but she felt giddy and full of excitement, wanting to share that glee with another.
Clara, too, had a papa, and spent much of her day with him when he visited. "My papa was telling me of his home, how it is three stories high with more than fourteen rooms. I have never seen a place so large, except perhaps Ashby. Though it is not as if we are allowed to travel through the entire chateau," Clara said. Her cheeks were flushed, not an odd sight considering her pale complexion against her blonde hair. She always reddened quite easily, especially when Nanny Beth spanked her.
"I am sure you will adjust quite well when you graduate." How could Clara be worrying about a home she had yet to see and was still at least a year away from moving into? Eliza reached for one of the wooden dolls, playing with it quietly as she glanced over her shoulder at the window, hoping to steal a glance of her papa. Eliza did not know when he would return, but she felt as though it would be soon.
"Yes, I suppose so," Clara said. "Tell me everything about the gentleman from yesterday."
Addie scooted closer, her rich dark hair and eyes like coal were bright and wide as she listened to the conversation. She had a papa of her own, and was another girl who had been betrothed and brought to Ashby for little training. Unlike Preston, her papa came regularly to visit and spend time with little Addie. From what Eliza could tell, he seemed very nice, always sitting with her in the playroom, reading stories together or working on puzzles.
"I am not sure what there is to tell," Eliza said. She wanted to divulge every detail, but the intimate acts were far too scandalous to share aloud. Her friends could not expect her to reward them with such aspects that would redden their cheeks and force whispers between them. "He spent the afternoon in my nursery, sharing time with me and Nanny Agnes."
Little Jane moved from her seat at the table where she was coloring, down onto the floor. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up in braids around her head, making her look like a princess with her sparkly lavender gown. Eliza would never admit her jealousy about how many of the girls always looked prettier than she did, dressed as a little. She felt foolish in such a revealing dress that was too short for any woman to wear without causing shame.
"Nannies are the worst," little Addie said, glancing back at the table of nannies sitting together and chatting amongst one another. "They follow the rules always and what is worse, they always interrupt private time."
"My nanny has never interrupted private time between Papa and me," Clara said.
"That is because you have Nanny Beth," Addie said. "She is the nicest and prettiest; if you are going to get stuck with a nanny, it might as well be her."
Eliza shrugged. "I like Nanny Agnes; I just wish I could have spent more time with my papa." The smile tugged on her face as she reminisced about his hands and touch, his firm grip as he pushed the plug into her bottom without delay. It was as if he had no qualms or doubts. Had he done anything like that before with another young woman? She did not wish to know the answer. Picking at her fingernails, she chewed her bottom lip raw.
"I think you are in luck," Addie said. "Isn't that your papa in the hall?" She pointed behind her at the gentleman in a waistcoat and hat.
Eliza's eyes widened and a smile spread over her face at the sight of her papa. He had come back, just as she knew he would. He smiled and waved, opening the door to the playroom. "Little Eliza, could you come with me?" her papa asked.
Headmaster Philip was waiting beside Charley. Had she done something wrong to upset them? She could not recall acting improperly but it did not mean she hadn't disappointed either one of them.
"Yes?" She stood and headed right for the door, not wasting a moment as she stepped into the hall.
Her papa shut the door behind her, affording the three of them a hint of privacy as the other littles watched the exchange but could not hear what was said. "I have come to collect you for your exam," Papa said.
"What exam?" Eliza did not understand what her papa was talking about. If she was to be little, why were there exams? She had not studied French in years. Was she expected to remember the lessons that had been given by her governess?
"We feel it is necessary to ensure your virtue has remained intact and that Mr. Preston did not soil your reputation. Do you remember Doctor Colt?"
How could she forget him? The man had unceremoniously shoved his cold fingers into her tight quim. It had been a rather unpleasant experience; one she did not wish to repeat. "Please, do not do this, Mr. Lockwood." Her hands trembled and her teeth chattered as if the hall had grown cold.
"You shall address me as 'Papa,'" he reminded her.
"Papa, please do not do this." She did not worry
about her reputation, unless perhaps her papa yesterday had done something when his fingers had stretched her quim. Never before had a man touched her. Charley had been the first, and she did not want anyone else to share that experience.
"It is not his decision to make," Headmaster Philip said. "I have asked Doctor Colt to visit with you, Eliza. I expect no trouble. This is not your first time with the physician." He grabbed her arm, leading her through the hall. Headmaster Philip let go momentarily as he opened a door on the right for her to enter. "Go inside."
She was not a stranger to the doctor's examination room. The air felt stale, the room much cooler in temperature. The furnishings had not been updated since she last set foot in the place. The walls were bare and white, unpleasant and with not a hint of warmth. It felt far from inviting. A wooden desk poised at the wall, which sat across from the examination table. On the table rested a gray gown, one that Eliza was only too familiar with.
The headmaster left Eliza alone with her papa. "Please, I do not want anyone to know."
Papa swallowed, his jaw tight and firm. "Know what, little Eliza?" He did not seem pleased. Where had his pleasant mood disappeared to? Yesterday he had been kinder and warmer, like the playroom instead of the dungeon of a doctor's office.
She glanced back toward the closed door, ensuring no one was entering when she spoke. "Did you not take my virginity?" Eliza asked. "Your fingers, they were… down there." She flushed at the mere mention and memory. "How could you ask me in for an exam after doing that?" Was he intentionally trying to destroy her reputation?
"I assure you, little one, that what we did had no effect on your virtue."
She wanted to believe him, but how could she know until the doctor gave his opinion, after his examination, one that she did not wish to experience. Instead she remained silent, her lips clamped shut.
The doctor knocked before entering, smiling warmly at her. "It is good to see you again, Eliza. How are you adjusting to life as a little?"
She made no attempt to answer his question.
Papa exhaled a heavy breath, obviously unpleased with her attitude. "You will answer him, or I will put you over my knee."
Sighing, she ignored Charley and directed her answer at the doctor. "Fine. I do not feel I should be forced into having a second examination when I have done nothing to be ashamed of." Did either of them realize the humiliation she felt in being forced to spread her legs so that Doctor Colt could examine her?
"What you want is not up to you," Doctor Colt said. "It is up to your papa and Headmaster Philip. Please change into the gown. I will wait outside." He headed out of the small examination room, shutting the door behind him.
Eliza did not move her feet from the affixed position on the floor. She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest, refusing to cooperate. What would Charley do to her? Bend her over his knee? How bad would it be to feel his firm palm over her bare bottom? Smirking, she waited for him to make the next move.
Chapter 12
Why couldn't Eliza do as Doctor Colt asked? Charley sighed. "Turn around, I will unfasten the ribbons on your gown."
She made no attempt to move even the slightest, her feet firmly planted with a bratty expression on her face. Witnessing this side of her being little was taking it a bit too far for his enjoyment.
"I will not ask you again." He could see that she would need help undressing, but she made no attempt to work along with him.
When she did not cooperate, he grabbed her by the hips and sat himself down on the doctor's chair, bringing her across his knee. "Perhaps a reminder of what will happen if you do not listen is needed." Charley lifted the hem of her gown and pulled down her bloomers in one swift motion. He may have wanted to take his time, savor the experience of revealing her naked body to him, but his desires would have to wait. She needed a heavy dose of discipline if she was not going to listen to the doctor or to him.
"Fine, I will get undressed," she said, trying to slip from his firm grasp. His hand came down, landing on her plush bottom, leaving an imprint on her once porcelain skin. Charley's palm splotched her bum as he peppered her backside repeatedly.
"No. You will receive your punishment, then you will undress." He was not letting her get away with this newfound attitude. Though, in truth, he had been witness to it just the other day when she had received a heavy dose of discipline in the playroom from her nanny. Perhaps she enjoyed the additional attention. Had that been her plan again today?
"Please, no more!" Whimpering and whining did not please Charley. He did not enjoy hearing the sounds of a young woman cry, but he also knew a firm hand would teach her well in the long run, and this was the way of their future dynamic. He did not wish to disrupt the discipline and have her learn nothing because her tears had forced his own heart to ache. He knew she would lose respect for him if he allowed her to have the control to dictate such things.
Smack.
His firm hand landed squarely across her bottom, over and over again, forcing her hips to jump with each spank.
She writhed in his grasp, trying to break free. "Papa, please."
Her soft sobs made his stomach knot. He did not wish to be the cause of her pain, but he knew that discipline was important, especially when she would not respect the authority of her papa and the physician at Ashby.
"You will undress, and I do not expect another outburst, or I will ask Nanny Agnes to bring the paddle."
Eliza's eyes widened and she gasped. "Please, do not. I will behave, Papa. I promise."
He loosened his grip around her hips and gently placed her feet back upon the floor.
"Will you help me with the ribbons on my gown?" she asked. "I cannot undress myself."
Quietly he loosened the ties binding the dress tight against her breasts. His cock stirred in his trousers once again while she lifted her arms into the air, waiting for him to remove the dress. Lifting the hem, he pulled the soft material up and over her head, revealing a thin cotton undergarment that clung to her curves. "This comes off too," he said, hoping she would not put up another fight.
Her hands reached down, pulling at the cotton, lifting it up and off herself before she stood in front of him with not even so much as a strip of fabric covering her intimate areas.
His eyes shone as he took in the exquisite sight of her beauty. Eliza's breasts were round and pert with her nipples hardening at the tips. He could not stop himself from letting his eyes glance down at her womanly curves and to the juncture of her hairless quim. Charley desired to separate her folds and taste the sweet nectar that dripped from her cunny.
Instead he cleared his throat, knowing the doctor would be back soon. Turning toward the exam table, he reached for the scratchy gray gown and guided her arms through it, leaving the back open. "Climb up like a good little girl," he said.
Wordlessly, Eliza did as instructed, the gown forcing her face to scrunch up.
"What is it?" Charley asked, sensing her discomfort.
"I do not like the gown. It itches terribly."
The doctor knocked on the door before stepping back into the room. "How are you, Eliza?" he asked, again. "Are you enjoying your stay at Ashby?" He removed his stethoscope from the leather bag and placed it around his neck.
"I do not mind the chateau, but I wish I did not have to be here, with you."
"Eliza," Charley chided his little one. "That is not nice." Was she always this temperamental? Was that part of the reason why her betrothed had left her?
Doctor Colt merely laughed, seeming quite unscathed by her comment.
Were all the littles like this when they visited the physician?
He placed the earpieces into both ears and then the diaphragm over her heart. "Just breathe as normal," the doctor instructed.
She remained quiet, taking breaths as she normally would, while he moved the drum around, listening to her heart and lungs.
"Everything sounds good," the doctor acknowledged.
Charley hadn't
thought there would be anything to concern himself with. She appeared to be in good health. The exam had been his idea, more as a formality to ensure her virtue was intact. He had not thought she was sick or unwell.
"Good. Can I go back to my room now?" Eliza asked, her green eyes wide and filled with anxiety as she leaned forward, ready to push herself off the table and down to the floor.
"Not yet," Doctor Colt said. "I will need to perform the internal exam and make sure your previous papa did not tear your maidenhood."
The young woman's eyes widened. "I can assure you that no such thing occurred. Why don't you ask Nanny Agnes? He spent no time alone with me and barely came to pay me the respect of a visit."
"Lie back and try to relax," the doctor said. He patted her arm and moved to the bottom of the table. "Would you feel better if you held your papa's hand?"
"Yes, please." Her voice came out small and timid, far more uncertain than she had behaved in his presence before.
Charley reached for her hand, coming to stand beside her. He wanted to watch the exam, to see her beautiful body up close, but he also did not wish to cause her any great discomfort. "It will be over soon," he assured, smiling weakly as the doctor instructed her to scoot toward the end of the table and spread her legs wide.
With one hand, the doctor separated her folds and she gave a slight intake of breath from the immediate contact. Charley continue to keep her hand in his, but walked closer to the edge of the table, glancing at her exposed cunny and the doctor's digits inside her quim.
Her nose scrunched up as the doctor pressed two fingers further in past her tight entrance. "Please, sir, I do not think I can handle any more."
Charley wanted it to be his thick digits instead of Doctor Colt's. "Is everything as it should be?" he asked, wishing he could take his little Eliza back to her room when the examination was complete. The only caveat: Nanny Agnes would be watching over them.
"Yes, her maidenhead remains intact." He withdrew his fingers and thoroughly washed his hands. "Roll over for me, Eliza."
