Little Secrets (6 page)

How had he upset her? He walked closer to the bed, desperate to know what he had done wrong. "Tell me what ails you, little Eliza." He was not going to walk away without answers. He had come to visit her, and had expected to see her happy and thrilled that she had someone who would care for her. Instead, she seemed angry that he had shown his face at Ashby. What had changed since he last saw her? In the hall, just yesterday, she'd seemed pleased to make his acquaintance again. Had he imagined the smile and carefree nature of her attitude?

Her nose scrunched up as she pointed at him. "I saw you with another girl. You cannot have two little ones. It is not proper."

What was she talking about? He had not been with any other little but her. Charley opened his mouth only to hear her scold him again.

"Do not lie to me."

He had no intention of lying. What girl had he been with in the littles' wing? He had brought in his sister, was that what she was referring to? "Are you talking about Leona?" he said.

"I hate her name even more than I hate her!" Eliza spat.

"Eliza," Nanny Agnes warned. "Watch the way you speak, little one."

"No! I hate her, and no matter what you say or do, I will never accept him having two littles. I want to be the only one that matters! Christ!" She said the words with so much venom, her body nearly shook.

He cleared his throat. "Eliza, let me—"

She put her hand up to interrupt him. "I do not wish to hear another word. Get out of my room, now!"

"You are about to get another spanking, young lady. That is not how you speak to your future papa!" Nanny Agnes's face turned a light shade of red, and her jaw clenched. "Apologize this instant, or else."

"I will not!" Eliza spat back.

Nanny Agnes shook her head. "Tsk. Tsk. Roll over, little Eliza. That is not how a little or a young lady speaks or behaves. You were warned, and you chose poorly."

"Please, no." Eliza's voice grew higher with a sense of urgency. "I'm sorry. I am sorry!" She looked at Nanny Agnes with pleading eyes and then quickly at Charley. "I will refrain from being so atrocious. I am sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation Mr. Lockwood has for me. I should have controlled my temper."

When Eliza had not moved onto her stomach fast enough, Nanny Agnes flipped the girl around and pulled her bloomers down past her knees. She was bent over the bed, her cunny hovering above the edge, her bottom pushed out, still red from her earlier spanking.

Charley wanted to pepper her bottom himself after all the insults she had directed at him. "I should be the one responsible for correcting her behavior," he said. He knew this was intended to teach her not to make the same mistake again, but another part of him wanted to see and feel his hand against her bottom, listening to the sound as his palm landed on her bare skin. He was not one to cause pain to another, except when it was absolutely necessary for discipline.

Nanny Agnes stepped aside. "Please, by all means. I shall take the laundry down to be washed, and change my own outfit. Can you handle little Eliza if I am gone for ten minutes?"

He did not correct the nanny to remind her that he was not supposed to be alone with her charge. After all, Eliza had not earned papa time alone for good behavior. In fact, it had been quite the opposite that had seemed to result in time together, though ten minutes was not long.

"That was my sister you were insulting," Charley informed Eliza. His voice was thick and heavy as his hand landed firmly on her bottom with no delay.

Little Eliza jumped the moment his hand smacked her bum.

"Ow!" she squealed, her toes rising on the floor and her hands moved to cover her rear, protecting herself from further punishment.

He was not going to allow her discipline to be over already. If he did, how would she learn from her mistakes? "Put your hands above your head." His breath tickled her neck as he leaned down, moving her hands, placing them on the plush mattress. "Do not move," he warned, bringing his hand back down to her bottom.

Smack
.

Her hips jumped and her toes pushed up, moving her backside slightly higher. Had she intended to give him better access to her splotched red cheeks, or was she merely trying not to move but finding the task impossible? He had never had the opportunity to spank anyone before, and though he would not have thought it arousing, he soon discovered he was wrong.

Her bottom had been put on display especially for him. With Nanny Agnes having shut the door, leaving them alone, he desired not only to spank her bottom but also to touch and taste the sweet cream that dripped from her cunny. Ten minutes. He did not think he could fully enjoy both in such a short span of time without getting caught. Not that it would produce a scandal, he was protected by the paperwork he had signed. She was not to give up her virtue until she was married, but he could explore her body as he taught her to submit entirely to him.

Charley did not wish to think of her former betrothed and whether he had shoved his face between her thighs. However, it was difficult not to wonder if her first orgasm would be with him, or whether it had already been with another man.

His hand came down repeatedly, smacking her bottom from the curve all the way down to where she sat. He did not desire to bruise or blister her rear, and she was already so wet. Charley could see the glistening wetness between her folds. Had he aroused her with his strict, heavy-handed discipline?

She whimpered and gasped, moaning from either pain or pleasure, he could not tell which by the sounds, though based on the swelling of her cunny as he spread her legs further apart, he suspected she was aroused.

"You will learn that I do not appreciate being treated with disrespect, little Eliza. When I told you to call me 'Papa', that name was exclusively for your use. I cannot undo whatever wrongs have been done by another, but I can promise never to disappoint you."

He smacked up against her cunny, hearing her sharp gasp as her legs slammed shut, capturing his hand as her hips began to thrust.

"You may come when I tell you," he said, leaning closer, his breath tickling her neck as her legs unclenched and his fingers dove into her wetness, stroking her folds and the fire between her thighs. "I want you to learn to trust me, little Eliza." He had her best interests in mind, by disciplining her, and rewarding her for submitting to him.

She nodded, her head turned and eyes squeezed shut. She kept her hands above her head, her fingers tangled in the pillow, gripping and tugging at the downy material under her grasp. Eliza's lips parted and her breathing came out deeper and heavier as his fingers caressed the folds of her quim, teasing her clit, circling the swelling pearl.

Nanny Agnes would return soon. He needed to be quick and finish pleasuring his little Eliza. He stroked her wetness, feeling her swell under his ministrations as her insides began to clamp down, clenching onto his digits. He thrust his fingers in a 'come here' motion, as her hips ground into his palm. His other hand came up to smack her reddened bottom, gaining a gasp as she trembled against his palm, gasping, and moaning.

"Do you want to come, my little one?"

She nodded in response.

"Answer me in the proper way," he commanded as he pumped his fingers in deeper and harder.

She moaned and thrust her hips to meet the motion of his hand. "Yes, please," she barely whispered.

"
Yes
,
please
, what?" He stopped moving his fingers and slowly began to pull out as a punishment for not answering properly.

Thrusting her hips back in to force his fingers in deeper, she cried, "Please, Papa. Please make me come."

"That's a good girl."

He could feel the orgasm travel through her body as he watched her toes curl, her hands clench, and felt her cream coat his fingers.

As her body calmed, he slowly withdrew and leaned down, pushing her hair to the side, kissing a soft path against the pale skin of her neck. "I am pleased, little Eliza. Perhaps later, you can satisfy me."

Nanny Agnes interrupted their intimate moment. She seemed oblivious of what had just transpired, and Eliza was relieved. Her body and cheeks felt flushed as she sat back on the bed, her bottom burned tremendously, and her cunny still trickled wetness from such an amazing surge of pleasure. Eliza did not trust her legs to stand after the rush of warmth that had flooded her body. No man had ever paid her such special attention before, and though she had been embarrassed to have his hand against her bottom, his rough thick fingers had offered her a suitable reward.

Would he touch her like that again? How soon? She desired to feel his digits inside of her quim again. Especially if she could not give him her virtue… yet. Her heart continued to pound, wanting more, but knowing she could not take what was not hers to have. Instead, she thought it best to talk to him, to know more about what it was she thought she saw earlier. Did he not want to know her as well?

"Your sister is a little at Ashby?" Eliza tried to remember what Charley had said to her just minutes ago while he had spanked her. It had been exactly what she needed to hear, to know that she had been wrong, and that he was not just like Preston. Was it possible he cared for her? They had barely been given the chance to get to know one another, nor been introduced properly, and yet what they had done had been intimate. She could not deny that her heart and mind felt better, staring at her papa, pleased with what had transpired.

The anger she had felt had dissipated. How had he done that? The sadness and longing she once experienced for Preston, too, had vanished. She wanted to lie down, to pull her papa into her arms and cuddle with him, but the bed was not big enough and she did not think her nanny would be pleased. Eliza did not wish to get Charley into trouble, so she kept what had transpired between them a secret.

"Not quite. I enrolled my younger sister at the finishing school. Since I am still her legal guardian and in charge of her dowry, I thought it best to give her the finest education." He kept his eyes on Nanny Agnes.

Had there been another reason why he had enrolled his sister? It was no secret that Ashby made marriage more accessible to a finer breed of men. Eliza felt proud that she was bound to a man who intended to care properly for his younger sister. It meant he was an honorable gentleman, far more so than Preston. The more she thought about that black-haired weasel, the happier she was that he was not returning to Ashby, and would no longer be her papa.

"Are your parents deceased?" she asked. Eliza had not meant to sound rude or unkind in her question, but she did not comprehend how else a young woman would come to have her brother as her guardian. Having no siblings of her own, she wanted to know what it was like. Had they played together often, or fought non-stop while they were growing up? The girls at the Ashby had become like sisters to her, forging friendships that would last a lifetime.

"Yes, many years ago." He did not elaborate on the specifics. What was he hiding?

"That is very kind of you, to seek out an upstanding gentleman for her hand," Eliza said. She wanted that for herself, as well. It had been why she had not wished to leave Ashby. The time spent there had already made her feel comfortable, loved, and remarkably at home. Though she could do without the bare bottom spankings, she understood the purpose of correcting her behavior. Especially with regards to her earlier outburst in the playroom, she could not blame anyone but herself. She had known what she was getting herself involved in, being bent over her nanny's knee. She had done it to attract Charley's attention; perhaps it had not been necessary?

She still felt conflicted. How would she know he was worth trusting? Would she not disappoint him as she had Preston? Eliza thought it best to hide her fears and not worry her new papa that she might not be able to please him as he hoped.

"You do desire to remain at Ashby; is that correct?" Charley asked her again.

Eliza nodded, meeting his steady gaze. "Yes, I like it here, with a nanny to look after me, and hopefully a papa who will one day desire to take me home when I graduate." She had heard the tales, from little Clara and Addie, of the girls who had left the chateau, who were now married and living a happily-ever-after life. It was what she desired, more than anything.

"I would like that, as well," he acknowledged. Papa glanced at the hour on his watch, a slight frown forming upon his face. "As much as I would like to stay and see what it is that you do all afternoon, I need to speak with Headmaster Philip. I am sure you understand." He smiled softly before turning for the door.

"When will I see you again?" Did he have a job that would keep him away? Eliza wanted to spend more time with him. She had only just got to know him and barely knew much of his past or what he did. She imagined lying in his arms, his touch gentle yet firm as he cuddled her and read her a story before bed.

"It would be good if you could wait until the weekend to return," Nanny Agnes said. "Little Eliza needs some time to think about her behavior. Perhaps by Saturday she will be allowed some special time with her papa."

Did he even desire private time with her? Eliza enjoyed his attention, even when it had involved discipline and something else, something much more intimate. Would he listen to her nanny and stay away for several days?

"Please, return sooner," Eliza whispered. She had had a difficult time after Preston had taken entirely too long to return. It was hard not to fear the same from her new papa. Even if they were not granted time away from her nanny, she felt compelled to see him again sooner. Was tomorrow not possible?

"I had not planned on being away for long," he said. "There is a small matter I wish to discuss with the headmaster. Perhaps I will see you later this afternoon, if everything gets resolved quickly."

As foolish as it may have been, Eliza's heart sank when he did not move to give her a small kiss goodbye. Perhaps it was her insecurities, or because she could still not read her new papa at all. But she could not help but worry that he would walk out of that door and never return again.

Eliza rushed after Charley. "Have I done something to offend you?" Perhaps she came across as too forward and scandalous. Was she not meant to enjoy the touch and company of her papa when he delivered his palm to her bottom? He had been the one to make her heart race. Had she done something wrong?

Papa's hand reached up to caress her cheek. "You are perfect, little Eliza." He dropped a kiss on her other cheek before heading out the door. "I promise, we are not done, little one. Listen to your nanny, and I will return soon."