Papa’s Joy

by Sue Lyndon

  They both picked up their wine glasses, and Daisy was relieved by Papa’s comforting presence. It was rapidly chasing away the darkness that had enveloped her when she’d thought of the day her poor mother had passed away and she’d finally learned the full truth of her parentage.

  They clinked their glasses together. “To fortune, and to my beautiful little bride,” Papa said with a playful wink.

  She laughed. “To fortune, and to my handsome big husband.” She returned his wink.

  * * *

  Edward stared at his sweet little bride from across the table as she took the last bite of a sweetcake. Though she had seemed to lose her appetite not long after they sat down, becoming distant for several minutes as she pushed the food around on her plate, she had soon perked up and enjoyed the rest of her meal. When her pink tongue darted out to lick a bit of icing from the corner of her mouth, his cock hardened and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

  She pushed back slightly from the table and smiled at him. “Oh, Papa, that was the most wonderful meal I’ve ever had. The sweetcakes were my favorite, I will be certain to give my compliments to Cook. At Talcott House, we rarely got to enjoy sweets, as Miss Wickersham insisted dessert was only for the most special of occasions, like a birthday, though sometimes Cynny would steal sugar from the kitchen and we’d put huge, heaping scoops of it into our morning oatmeal,” she said with a giggle.

  “Cynny?” he asked. “You do mean Hyacinth, do you not? How often did she steal sugar? I hope you do not mind me saying so, but the letters from Miss Wickersham about her made it sound as if she was the most well-behaved young miss Talcott House had ever seen.”

  Daisy gazed at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Oh, Papa, I dare say Miss Wickersham was not honest with you about Cynny’s personality at all then, though Cynny is one of my dearest friends and I am sure she will make Lord Grayson a splendid wife, assuming he does not mind some occasional bouts of naughtiness from his little bride. Hm.” She tapped on her chin and peered upward for a moment. “I wonder why Miss Wickersham would lie. Someone ought to give her a spanking for telling such big fibs, if you ask me.”

  “I am certain Miss Wickersham had her reasons for the deception, though I am beyond pleased with how the situation played out, for I now have you to call my sweet bride.”

  “Oh, Papa. You say the most romantic things, and I should know since in the most romantic book I ever read…” She continued on, telling him of the plot of a medieval romance featuring a secret prince and his servant girl, comparing all the most romantic elements of the novel to things Edward had said or done thus far and how he was even better than the secret prince. Her chattering, so sweet and pure and honest, warmed his heart as he watched her speak animatedly about the book, making the cutest expressions and gesturing excitedly with her hands.

  He paid attention to her as she talked, but he also took a few moments to consider Miss Wickersham’s obfuscation, as stretching the truth seemed out of character for the no-nonsense woman. But suddenly it all made sense, as Edward recalled the failing condition of Talcott House, with its weak ceilings and peeling paint. Not long after he’d written Miss Wickersham and promised her a rather high donation, the woman had wasted no time in replying to his letter espousing Hyacinth’s formidable qualities, writing that since she was the oldest eligible girl at Talcott House she was the most mature and biddable of brides, though she still might require the gentle guidance of a caring papa from time to time, but “no more than a submissive and mostly obedient potential bride you might meet in the marriage market of London.” Those were the headmistress’s exact words.

  Finally, Daisy ended her story by claiming the servant girl and the secret prince lived happily ever after, though, “surely not as happy as we shall be together, Papa. As I told you earlier, Lady Miselda says we will find happiness together, after all, and I do so believe she was telling the truth about it.”

  It pleased him that she was still acting as her normal joyful self and hadn’t sulked over the spanking he’d given her. She was carrying on as if nothing had happened, the only indication she’d been punished coming as she squirmed in her seat now and then. He hoped she had learned her lesson, however, and did not test him again in the near future. He much preferred making her experience pleasure to pain, he thought as he recalled the way her entire body had tensed while she rode the waves of her climax.

  He finished off the last of his wine and eyed Daisy with pleasure. She looked radiant and alluring as she sat there wearing nothing but his dressing gown, and knowing she was stark naked underneath with a freshly claimed cunny and a red punished bottom only incited his desires to burn hotter.

  He had to have her. Again.

  But he worried about making her too sore by claiming her only a few hours after she’d lost her maidenhead. He rose from the table and helped her out of her seat, a lascivious idea forming in his mind.

  “Daisy,” he said, drawing her into his arms, “Papa is going to teach you something right now. Do you think you can be a good little girl and do as Papa says?”

  Her breath caught as she peered up at him, as if she knew he was referring to some kind of shared intimacy. Her dark eyes heated with longing and she gave a slight nod. “Yes, Papa. I will try my best to obey you and learn quickly, whatever it is you wish to teach me.”

  His groin tightened at her words, his cock leaping and straining to escape the confines of his trousers. He met her gaze. “Get on your knees, little one. Papa is going to teach you how to suck his cock.”

  She gasped and blushed as her eyes grew wide. She opened her mouth for a moment as if to ask a question, her expression betraying both her surprise and her confusion. But she soon pressed her lips together and started to sink to her knees. Clearly, no one had informed her that her new papa might make use of her mouth in such a way, but he was glad for it since she was entirely innocent regarding this particular intimate act.

  Once she settled on her knees, she drew a deep breath and peered up at him. The dressing gown had come partially undone, giving him a glimpse of her pert breasts. Her nipples were hardened and poking at the front of the dressing gown, and her chest was rising and falling faster than before, evidence of her increasing excitement. He suspected if he reached between her thighs, he would discover his sweet little girl was soaking wet for her papa.

  “Good girl,” he said, his voice filled with praise as he tangled one hand gently in her hair. He stepped closer and stared down at her. “Papa is going to pull his cock out now, and you’re going to be a good little girl and take it in your mouth.” With that, he used his free hand to unfasten his trousers and pull his hard shaft free.

  The feel of her warm breath on his manhood made Edward tense with pleasure. But the moment she parted her lips and took him into her mouth? Pure carnal bliss.

  “Oh, Daisy, you’re being so good right now. You’re making Papa very, very happy.”

  He guided her to take him deeper, and deeper still, then urged her to bob her head forward and backward over his cock. She did so clumsily at first, but it wasn’t long before she started to master the act of pleasing him orally, keeping her cheeks hollowed as she kept taking him deep, increasing her pace steadily while she clutched at his legs for support.

  Her dark silken locks, still messed up from her earlier claiming, bounced over her shoulders as she continued on, accepting him deep in her throat even as her eyes began to water. He took a firmer grasp of her hair and pulled her off his cock, allowing her to inhale a few much needed deep breaths, then he guided her back to sucking and was pleased she persisted on, even boldly swiping her tongue over the tip of his length as she bobbed forward and back.

  His thighs clenched under the force of his impending eruption. He clutched her hair with both hands now, holding her head in place while he thrust in and out of her mouth, spurting his seed in torrents of heat down her throat.

  “I expect you to swallow every last drop, young lady. Swallow your p
apa’s seed like an obedient little miss.”

  She acquiesced beautifully, staring up at him with her large dark eyes as she gulped down everything he gave her.

  “Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair. “Papa is so proud of you.”

  She gave him a dreamy smile but remained quiet, for once having nothing to say. He wrapped her up more securely in his dressing gown and tucked her into bed, then fastened his trousers and rang for a servant. It was Mrs. Daniels who appeared at the door to his bedchamber, and the older woman must have been reading his mind, for behind her two other servants were carrying a tub, and behind them two servants were holding large buckets of steaming water.

  “Are you and her ladyship in need of a bath by chance, my lord?” The older woman gave him a polite smile coupled with a knowing wink.

  “Yes, Mrs. Daniels, thank you. Please do come in and set up the bath.”

  In a matter of minutes, the bath was arranged in the middle of his bedchamber and the servants quickly departed. He tested the temperature of the water and was pleased to find it perfect, not too hot for his little girl.

  Daisy was peeking out from behind the covers, having pulled them up to her nose when all the servants had entered. She eyed the steaming bath with great eagerness and in the next moment became tangled in the covers as she tried, much too quickly, to climb out of the bed. He chuckled and came to her assistance, pulling the covers off her and unfastening the tie of the dressing gown as well. Now that she was completely naked, he lifted her off the bed and carried her to the bath, appreciating that Mrs. Daniels, as efficient as ever, had left washcloths, scrubbing brushes, and a large selection of scented soaps in a basket next to the tub.

  He placed Daisy in the water and she let out a squeal. Immediately, he lifted her back out and looked at her in alarm as she dripped water all over him.

  “Are you all right? Is it too hot for you?”

  She blushed and hesitated a moment before answering, “It’s fine, Papa, it felt very nice in fact. That is, until my punished bottom touched the water.”

  “Ah, well you’re going to have to get used to that, I’m afraid, and you have no one to blame for this particular discomfort but yourself, little girl. But,” he said after a pause, “I will allow you to get into the water at your own pace. Take your time, my sweet.” With that, he lifted her higher and placed her standing into the water.

  She stood there naked, with the water from when he’d stuck her in the bath moments ago cascading slowly down her curvy little form and glistening over her smooth flesh. He strode around her and stared pointedly at her punished bottom, and she peered over her shoulder at him and quickly cupped her behind cheeks.

  “Papa! Don’t look. It’s embarrassing.”

  He rose an eyebrow at her. “You will not hide any part of yourself from Papa, Daisy. Now, unless you want me to add more red to that sore little bottom of yours, I suggest you drop your hands to your sides.”

  She obeyed almost instantly, and he resumed circling her, gazing upon his adorable bride and inspecting every part of her. He approached her and took her breasts in his hands, feeling the generous weight of them as she arched herself against his touch. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and they tightened as she emitted the cutest gasps. Then she pressed her thighs together and squirmed in place. He released one of her breasts and put a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

  “Is your cunny aching again, Daisy?”

  She released a shaky breath. “Yes, Papa, terribly so.”

  “Once you sink down fully into the water, Papa will clean every little part of you and make all the aching feel better.”

  * * *

  Daisy slowly sank into the warm bath, making little whimpering noises as her bottom cheeks became accustomed to the water. Fortunately, once she was submerged up to her neck, it did not take long for her entire body to become used to the temperature, and she breathed a sigh of relief and stared expectantly at her papa, hoping he would touch her kitty. He had promised to make the aching feel better and she anticipated the first caress of his fingers stroking through her wet folds.

  She watched as he poured a generous amount of a lavender scented soap into the water and swirled it around with his hand. The pleasant aroma filled her senses, leaving her relaxed. She would have felt positively tranquil, even, if not for the increasing pulses between her thighs. She parted her legs and looked at Papa, hoping he would touch her privates before he bathed her.

  “Not yet, little one,” he chided her gently as he dipped a washcloth into the water. “You must learn patience.”

  “But how can I be patient when I know such wonderful sensations as a climax exist and are very well within reach at this moment?” She batted her eyelashes at him as a playful grin touched her lips. “Please, Papa?”

  He ran the soapy washcloth over her bosom, then smartly swatted each breast in turn, the sound of the wet smacks resounding in the room despite the light impact. The blows hadn’t been hard, and she realized he’d only meant to get her attention. “I said not yet, young lady, and you would do well to behave yourself. If you’re naughty in the bathtub, Papa will have to make you kneel with your naughty, wet bottom lifted out of the water to receive a punishment. Is that what you want? Do you want Papa to give you a spanking on your bare bottom right here during your bathtime?”

  Her eyes rounded wider and she shook her head from side to side. “No, Papa. Please no spanking in the bath. I-I’ll be good. I’m sorry for being impatient, it’s just so hard when I know how good you can make me feel.” She sighed as he resumed cleaning her, picking up where he’d left off with her bosom and running the cloth over her nipples and underneath the curve of her breasts. “By the way, Papa, I very much enjoyed what you taught me earlier. I would have never thought of such a thing, but I am glad you have such vast knowledge when it comes to making love.”

  He smiled at her as he moved to clean her back, lifting her hair out of the way while he ran the soapy cloth over her smooth skin. “I enjoyed it as well, little girl. You did a good job and I look forward to teaching you much, much more.”

  She perked up, swiveling her head to give him a side glance. “Oh? Are you referring to the training of my bottom hole with the plugs, Papa?”

  Not for the first time in her presence, he found himself fighting off a sudden cough. Her words had yet again caught him by surprise. He moved to work the cloth over her stomach, and she leaned back in the water with a contented sigh.

  “Yes, little one, I am referring to the training of your bottom hole,” he finally answered. “Since you are so eager to learn more about it, I see no reason why we should wait. I will show you the box of plugs later this evening and perhaps we can begin with the smallest of them.” He paused in his scrubbing and gazed down at her, a look of contemplation crossing his face. “You are without a doubt the perfect little girl for me, Daisy, I want you to know that. Now, there is something I wish to discuss with you.”

  “Oh?” She straightened in the water. “You sound serious, Papa. I’m not in trouble for something, am I? I know I pressed my thighs together during the carriage ride after you told me I must wait for my climax, though I had hoped you would not find out. I must confess that when the carriage hit a bump in the road it felt quite nice.” She focused on him and felt her eyes widen. Why had she said that? What if he wanted to talk to her about something completely different? She really was her own worst tattletale sometimes. Hoping if she got Papa back on topic and praying the topic wasn’t her semi-naughty behavior during the carriage ride, she said, “As you were saying, Papa, you wished to discuss something with me?”

  He cleared his throat. “You are not in trouble, little miss, though I shall endeavor to keep a better eye on you during carriage rides in the future. I wish to discuss with you the things you say about intimacies that occur between husbands and wives.”

  “You mean when I talk about lovemaking?”

  “Precisely. What you s
aid in the entryway downstairs after meeting the staff was slightly inappropriate, as one should never discuss lovemaking or any facets of it in public, not even in the vaguest of terms or insinuations. It is a topic you will only speak about with me in private. As your husband, you are welcome to say whatever you wish to me in regards to the act of making love, but you must be careful what you say around others. Even an innocent reference to spending time together since we were just married could be construed as inappropriate.”

  Daisy recalled the young maid giggling and one of the male servants breaking into a coughing fit after she’d made the statement in the entryway as she declined Mrs. Daniels’ offer of refreshment. “I think I understand, Papa. I’m sorry for earlier. But you must know I won’t say anything too bawdy in public. For example, I would never ask you when you are next planning to put your cock in my kitty while we are seated in the dining room as the servants are setting breakfast platters on the table.” She giggled.

  “You are a naughty minx,” he said, splashing her with the washcloth, “and I ought to pull you out of the bath and put you over my knee again. Or better yet, shove my cock in your mouth to keep you quiet so you listen to all I have to say without making impertient comments.”

  She flushed at the thought of him forcing his length into her mouth just to keep her silent, and the memory of how he’d tasted as his powerful thighs had clenched while he thrusted his manhood in and out of her mouth toward the very end made her lady bits all tingly. “But you finished talking, Papa. I did not interrupt you, though I will not object if you wish to make use of my mouth again. However, you did promise to make the aching between my thighs go away after you finished cleaning me, Papa, and I do not believe I have ever been so clean in my life.”

  “Open your legs wider, naughty girl,” he said with a deep growl and a deliciously feral gleam in his dark eyes.

  She obeyed, parting her legs fully as she stared up at her handsome papa. He ran the washcloth over her stomach again but soon ventured lower. She lurched her center upward against his masterful touch, moaning with relief when he abandoned the washcloth and probed her nether lips with his fingers.