by Maggie Ryan
Franny looked up and smiled. "Really? Oh, I'd love to, and I think Sadie would like to keep the littlest one with her."
Samuel laid the puppy in her palms. "What do you think we should call her?"
His question had her looking towards his desk and the bookcase that stood beside it. It was with another blush that she turned her face to his. "I'd like to call her Sarah, if you agree?"
His chuckle caused the puppy to awaken, give a short little yip and one lick of Franny's palm before her eyes shut again. "Well, I think she agrees, and I most certainly do," Samuel said. "After all, she did introduce you to the Sarah in the book, and is at least a little responsible for bringing us together. Even though I'm sure we would have eventually got here, this little girl's habit of sleeping on books allowed you to learn to trust me."
Instant heat flooded through Franny at the reminder of exactly what that trust had led to; a spanking—a bare bottomed spanking—over this man's knees. No longer trusting that she wouldn't drop her new pet due to her trembling, she kissed her soft fur and tucked her back against her mother's side. Once her hands were free, her husband took them and helped her to her feet.
"I love you, Franny."
"I-I love you too, Pa… Sam…" Her voice trailed off before she continued. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to address you, sir."
He bent to give her a gentle kiss. "It's a bit confusing, isn't it?" At her nod, he moved to an armchair and pulled her down on his lap. "I realize all this is new to you, sweetheart. Not just our marriage, but all the little things that will make our lives together. I don't want you to worry about anything, Franny. If you have questions, ask me. If you are nervous, tell me, and I'll do my best to reassure you that you have no reason to be. We'll discover our way, I promise."
Franny relaxed for the first time since entering the house. She leaned into him, her head on his shoulder. They sat quietly for a few minutes before her husband spoke again.
"How do you want to address me?"
She could feel her heart beating as she gave her answer. "I think 'Samuel' when we are out, and 'Papa' when we are alone or with family and friends. Is that okay?"
"I think that's perfect, my love. Do not worry if you mess up, as I'm honored to have you call me either of those." He grinned and stroked a finger down her arm. "However, if I have cause to turn you over my knee or punish you for being my naughty little girl, you shall call me 'Sir'. Is that clear?"
"Yes, but…" She looked into his eyes and reached out to place a hand on his chest. "After you spa-spank me, if-if you are comforting me, may I call you Papa?"
Samuel pulled her into his arms. "Sweetheart, there is no if. I promise that any time you need comfort, after having your little bottom blistered or just because you need cuddles, I will be most honored to have you call me Papa." When he bent to kiss her this time, it wasn't on her cheek. His mouth descended on hers and the kiss ignited her very soul. She continued to tremble in his arms, but not every quiver was caused by being in a new home or being a new bride. No, most of her trembling was because his touch, his kiss, and the look of pure desire in his eyes was causing her entire body to heat.
He helped her off his lap and scooped her again into his arms as he carried her up the stairs. She'd never been above stairs before, and still didn't truly see anything but her husband as he carried her across another threshold and set her down. As he turned to close the door, Franny looked around what was to be her room—hers and her husband's. The lamps had been turned down low but added a soft illumination to the room. A fire was crackling behind a screen. The covers had been turned back on the largest bed she'd ever seen with four huge columns rising towards the ceiling. She flushed at the sight of the white gown and matching robe Bea had given her that someone, probably Mrs. Harris, had laid across the counterpane next to one that must be Samuel's. The realization that another person, practically a total stranger, knew she'd be in this room, sleeping—God, and not just sleeping—with a man had her heart pounding. The sight of her slippers sitting next to his at the side of the bed didn't help calm her nerves. Turning to her new husband, she remembered his words.
"Papa, I'm nervous."
He instantly took her into his arms and held her close with one arm. His free hand moved to stroke her arm and her back ever so softly as he placed small kisses on her cheeks, her forehead and finally, her lips. Nothing was rushed. The couple stood in the firelight, their bodies responding to the other's touch until Franny was trembling once more, her breath catching as his hand moved to gently cup her breast. It was a feeling that instantly had her pressing herself closer, a soft moan escaping. When he pulled back just a bit and used his fingers to lift her chin, she smiled.
"I love you, and I'm not nervous now," she said.
His mouth descended on hers, no longer soft. His hand entwined in her hair and another moved to stroke across her breasts, his fingers rubbing across the small hard peaks of her nipples as they strained against her clothing. Her mouth opened to allow his tongue to slip inside and her moan was captured by his mouth. The kiss took just a moment, and yet took a lifetime. By the time he pulled away, she was panting, and felt as if he'd lit a fire inside her that threatened to consume her as it moved throughout her body, warming her tummy and causing an ache to begin between her legs.
"Oh, Papa," she moaned.
"I've got you, Franny," Samuel murmured against her hair. "I've got you and, little one, I will never ever let you go."
He did let her go, but only long enough to undress her. Though she blushed as each piece of clothing slid to the floor, she was aching to discover where this feeling would take her. She knew without a doubt that wherever she wound up, as long as her husband was with her, she'd gladly spend eternity in that place.
Samuel took his time. He wanted to make this a memory his bride would treasure; one that she would look back on without regret of any kind. When she was wearing only her undergarments, he knelt to remove her shoes and then slowly rolled each of her stockings down. He loved the feeling of her hands grasping his shoulders as she lifted first one foot and then the other. He adored the soft gasp she gave when he leaned forward and kissed each of her ankles and then her calves. When he saw her legs beginning to tremble, he stood.
"You are so beautiful, Franny. God, you look like an angel." Cupping her face between his palms, he bent forward and kissed her as his fingers reached for the ties of her corset. As he slowly loosened each one, he could hear her soft pants and feel her trembling. Once he tossed the garment away, there was nothing but a thin chemise and a pair of drawers keeping her body from his view.
He stepped away and began to remove his own clothing. His shoes and socks were first, then his coat and his vest. His braces were lowered off his shoulders and he heard her gasp as his fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt from their buttonholes. When she looked towards the bed and the gown, he left his shirt to fall open and returned to her.
"Do you trust me?"
Her eyes widened and she instantly nodded. "Yes, y-you know I do."
"Then, my angel, you'll have no need of your gown. Tonight I want to worship you, to teach you the pleasures of making love. I want to touch you, to caress you, to fill you, to make you fly and experience sensations you've never felt before."
"I-I… want that, too."
Her cheeks were flushed and yet the flash of wariness he'd seen in her eyes had disappeared, to be replaced with desire. She didn't pull away when he untied the bows of her chemise, and moaned when he pushed the fabric apart, leaving it hanging as his own shirt hung open to reveal his chest. He didn't immediately cup her breasts. Instead, he pulled her slowly towards him, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her that last inch until their bare flesh met for the first time. She gasped and when he bent to kiss her, she lifted her face to his, her lips already parted, and when they met his, her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed herself closer into him.
Shirt and chemise were finally thrown aside and
he untied the ribbon of her drawers as she trembled, her chest heaving, her breasts tipped by beautiful pebbled nipples the color of ripe strawberries. He kept his eyes on hers as he allowed her bloomers to fall to her ankles and knew without looking that she'd stepped out of them, to stand nude in front of him.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he took her hands, which she'd moved to cover her mons, to her sides before taking her into his arms again. "Do you know what is going to happen?"
Her cheeks flushed and her teeth bit her swollen bottom lip, but she nodded. "Bea, um, talked to me today."
"Good, but if you have any questions, know that you may ask me." At her nod, he led her to the bed and then lifted her to sit on the mattress. She reached for the cover but at the slight shake of his head, she moved her hand to her lap to entwine with her other one. He'd teach her that she was not to cover herself, but that could wait. He stepped back and removed his remaining clothing. Her gasp had him understanding that no matter how her sister had explained what happened in a marriage bed, his young bride was a bit shocked at seeing his erection. He didn't feel she was ignorant of the basics of mating, but understood that she was a gentle woman, a sheltered woman, a virgin who was trusting him to make her first time as easy as possible.
He moved onto the bed, sliding behind her to sit against the headboard. Pulling her onto his lap, he had to bite back a groan when her hip trapped his throbbing cock between them. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down, spread her legs and push inside her body, but he forced himself to think of her needs. Several minutes were spent with gentle kisses and soft strokes before his hand found her breast again. Her moan was deeper as he took a turgid nipple between his fingers and rolled it until she was pressing into his hand, her bottom squirming on his lap. Releasing her nipple, he moved to repeat the roll and slight tug on her other one. He smiled against her lips when he felt her legs part of their own accord.
Moving her again, he laid her down on her back, his mouth leaving hers to kiss her throat and the hollows of her collarbones. His cock demanded he remember its existence but he simply moved down her body, placing feather light kisses on the mounds of her breasts until he gave each tight nipple its own kiss.
"Oh… oh…" She moaned as his tongue gave a lick to her left nipple and then another and another, until her pretty pink bud was glistening. Opening his lips, he drew it into his mouth and suckled. "Ahhh," she cried, arching her back, her hands going to his shoulders.
"Beautiful," he said, moving to wet, lick, and suckle her right nipple. When she began to writhe beneath him, he added a hand, allowing it to slip down her flat stomach. Running his fingers through her golden curls—which would soon be removed—they found the heat and wetness of her sex. She was dripping, her cream allowing his fingers to slide between her lips, spreading them open. The moment he touched her clitoris, she bucked up, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Papa!"
"Shh, I've got you, my love," Samuel said, lifting his mouth from her breast. "This is your clitty, little one. Does it feel good when I stroke your sweet clitty?"
"Ye-yes," she cried, the word drawn out as he slid two fingers across the pulsating bundle of nerves.
Her cry of anguish when he removed his fingers had him smiling around the nipple he was suckling. She was ready to become his.
Lifting his head, he kissed her lips. "I'm going to take you now. It will hurt but just this first time, I promise." Realizing that his warning that she would feel pain had her attempting to pull her legs together, he shook his head. "No, open your legs, sweetie." When she didn't, he looked up to meet her eyes. "I promise you will feel pleasure, Franny. Now, obey me. Open your legs for Papa."
Her legs slowly opened and he smiled. "That's my good girl." Kneeling between them, he kept his hands on her thighs to keep her open as he moved forward. When his cock was kissing her entrance, he moved again to lean over her, his hands supporting his weight.
"Keep your eyes on mine, Franny." Her eyes met his, filled with uncertainty and yet also filled with desire. "That's my girl, my beautiful bride." He began to push inside, keeping a smile on his face though he wanted to grit his teeth as he forced himself to go slowly. She gasped as his girth began to stretch her as he filled her for the first time.
"Papa, I… you're too big!"
"No, sweetheart, I'm not. You are the perfect size for me. Just relax, little one. Remember, I've got you and I love you." He could feel the barrier of her hymen and knew that this was the moment he would cause her pain. "I love you," he said again, and thrust his hips forward.
Her eyes widened and she gave a short cry, which he instantly took into his own body as his mouth covered hers. He could feel her trembling, her hands moving to attempt to push him away, and yet he continued to move further into her incredible warmth, to claim her as his, to prove that he was hers. Once he was fully seated, his balls nestled against her core, he released her mouth, giving her a smile.
"That's all the pain there will be," he said softly. "The rest will be pleasure, I promise." He made sure he kept that promise as he moved slowly, pulling back a bit before moving forward until her body relaxed, her hands releasing the sheets to reach for his arms. He bent to kiss, suckle and gently nibble on her nipples until he felt her hips began to move with him, to meet him for each stroke. Only then did he begin to take longer and deeper thrusts. Resting on one forearm, he moved his hand to stroke her clit, loving the sound of her cry of pleasure and the way she bucked against him. It was time to learn how her body responded, to know when she was close to her peak and to either tease her again and again, or to allow her to explode. Tonight there would be no teasing, there would only be the pleasure he had promised.
"I want you to come for me, Franny. Let your body go. Enjoy every touch, every stroke, every thrust." He'd punctuated his words with his fingers and his cock until she arched and screamed, her body convulsing around his shaft, gripping it, her muscles rippling as he groaned with the intensity of her reaction. Her head tossed on the pillow, her golden curls spread around her, her breasts heaving. "That was beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he said. Her eyes met his, surprise and wonder shining in their blue depths. When she reached a hand up, he leaned forward and felt her fingers run through his hair.
"I-I didn't know. Oh, I just didn't know."
"You will learn. I have so very much to teach you." She kept her hand in his hair as he began to thrust again, no longer able to hold back. Her soft cries and gasps were music to his soul as he took her for the first time. When he came, it was with his own cry and his own shudders as jet after jet of his seed emptied into her tight sheath. Not wanting to squash her, he rolled to his back, bringing her with him.
Her look of surprise at the move had him grinning. When she tried to squirm off, her mouth opened into a pretty little 'O' as his palm cracked down on her right cheek. "I like you right where you are."
"I-I didn't want to squish you," she said, her cheeks flushing as his hand rubbed against the spot he'd swatted.
His laugh rang out, causing her to flush again. "Sweetie, you couldn't squash anything, and certainly not me. Besides, I rather think this will become one of my favorite positions." His hand lifted to swat her left cheek and then rubbed it. Watching her face closely, he couldn't have been more pleased than to see her surprise and then her blush when she realized that this was a sort of spanking that was bringing her pleasure instead of pain. He continued to swat and rub until his cock hardened within her and he once more rolled on top of her, loving her gasp and her giggle as she called out his name in protest.
When he began to fuck her again, her recently swatted bottom pressed into the mattress, her moans continued and her body responded with her cream covering his cock, making his thrusts easier than the first time. He fucked her harder and faster as he slid his hands beneath her, his palms filled with the slightly warm globes of her ass as he lifted her. The change in position was enough to have her eyes widen as his body met hers, her clitty th
robbing with each stroke.
"Come with me, Franny," he ordered. "I want you to come and come hard for me." Her facial cheeks were pinker than her nether ones and yet she obeyed when he buried himself to the hilt and said, "Come now!"
It was several minutes before he could move again after pulling from her and rolling to his side. He held her to him, her cheek on his chest, her warm breath wafting across his nipple as she recovered. Her leg lay over one of his, her groin pressed against his hip, her breasts against his side. His fingers played in her hair as his heartbeat gradually slowed. Hearing her breathing deepen, he forced himself to move again.
"No, sweetie, no sleeping yet." She moaned when he began to slide away. "Come on, honey. You need to go potty before we can sleep."
"Nooo," she moaned. Smiling, he ignored her protest, slid from the bed and simply lifted her off the mattress and carried her into the water closet. He hated to keep her from the rest she needed but knew she didn't even know the layout of their room. As he set her down on the potty, she finally awakened, her eyes instantly darting around the room.
"Go away!" she cried, her hands going to cover herself.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he said, moving to the tub and turning on the faucet. He'd seen the blood on her thighs and knew she would appreciate a bath. Once the tub was filling, he turned to her. Her lips were pressed together and he had no doubt that she was attempting to withhold releasing her bladder. She'd learn that there was not a single act nor a single inch of her body that he would not witness or touch. But they were only just beginning their journey.
"You may get into the tub when you are done," he said, moving to the door. Turning back, he added, "Just be careful and don't slip."
"Yes, sir, thank you," she said, her tone going from sharp to soft.
He left her and closed the door, moving to pull the bell cord. How he'd forgotten about the evidence of a woman losing her virginity, he didn't know. Pulling on his dressing gown and moving their discarded clothing to a chair, he was ready when a soft knock sounded on the door. Opening it, he was about to make his request when he realized that Mrs. Harris was way ahead of him. She held fresh linens in her arms and quickly moved to strip and remake the bed. Samuel saw the tray he'd requested lying outside the door. Picking it up and scooping the nightgown from the end of the bed, he returned to the water closet after thanking his housekeeper. She gave him a smile and a nod as she finished freshening the bed.
