Little Secrets (8 page)

Charley tried everything in his power to control his hardening dick. His cock throbbed, and he prayed Eliza and Nanny Agnes had not noticed his discomfort while sweat beaded at his forehead.

Eliza wiggled her bottom and did as instructed, rolling onto her stomach. He smiled, proud that she listened to him. His hands itched to lift the hem of her gown, but he was taking his time, savoring the moment. If he could not make her come again, he was certainly going to make a lasting memory for the two of them, three if you counted Nanny Agnes, who would not leave the room.

"Be sure to use enough grease," Agnes instructed, coming to stand beside the bed, watching his every move and action.

"I am quite capable of working out how to use a bottom plug," Charley said. He stared hard at Nanny Agnes, silently demanding she back away, not wanting to be rude, though he would do whatever was necessary to keep his little one safe. When exactly he had started wanting a little for himself, Charley was not quite sure. However, when he saw her that day in the yellow dress, she had stolen a piece of his heart. Now he wanted to give her the rest.

"I will watch, to ensure you do it right."

Agnes stayed at his side, annoying him to no end. Couldn't she leave for a few minutes to allow them even a hint of privacy? Perhaps he could send her away to get something else, like she had with the tea earlier. He just needed to think up an excuse—and quickly.

"Nanny, would you be kind enough to clean up the tray and sweets? I would like to use the table when we are done so that little Eliza might do some quiet coloring." He knew she had pastels in the playroom, he had spotted them earlier, but Charley wanted his little one all to himself for the day. Was that such a terrible request?

"Very well," her nanny replied, her brass heels clicking over the marble floor with intent as she placed the cups and spoons back onto the tray, carrying it out of the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to have a few moments of privacy with his darling Eliza. Did she realize how much he cared for her already? There was something about her that struck a chord in his heart, making him feel protective of her. He had been foolish even to mention that he was a journalist. She had seen right through him, and if a young woman he was just getting to know could catch what he was up to, Headmaster Philip would not be pleased. He needed to be careful, perhaps use a name that was not his own when he published the article.

With the door shut, he lifted the hem of her gown, revealing her splotched bottom. He could not hide, nor did he try, the smile that graced his face. Gently he patted her bum. "Onto all fours." He did not so much as say please or ask if this was what she wanted, because he was in charge. He was her papa, and he knew what was best for her well being.

He had taken quickly to the role of papa, feeling at ease with being in control, as it came naturally to him. He waited only a moment for Eliza to do as he asked, her bottom poised perfectly into the air.

"Beautiful." His hand caressed her backside, grazing the tortured skin from her wrongdoings. Had she learned from her mistakes, or would she repeat them again? He actually hoped there might be a naughty streak in her so he could have the privilege of punishing her again. Gradually, he separated the cheeks of her bottom, smiling as he caught sight of her perfectly pink pucker. Everything about his little Eliza was flawless to him.

"You think you know what to expect," he said, leaning closer, blowing a soft stream of air over her rosebud.

"Oh!" she gasped, shock evident in her voice.

"But I have never touched you here. Only your nanny, little Eliza, and all that is about to change." He kissed down her back, listening for the sound of the door, unsure how Nanny Agnes would respond to his attention on her bottom. He did not wish to be reprimanded for taking what he wanted from little Eliza. She was in his care.

"Papa," she squealed, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip. Was she trying to contain how she felt?

"I want to hear your breath, your moans, the sound when I slip my fingers in past your tight little hole," he said, moving back slightly as the door squeaked open. He greased up two digits before gliding one, quickly followed by the second, easily into her bottom. It was clear to him that she had been practicing with a plug. Had that been the only implement in her bottom?

His cock demanded attention, and he yearned to remove his trousers and plunge his aching member in past her bottom hole. Sweat coated his skin, and he took a few calming breaths, focusing instead on his little Eliza. Today was about her pleasure and enjoyment, so that in a few days he could be the one on the receiving end.

Charley thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her tight hole. She may have been used to such attention but it did not discount the fact that he could see her cunny glistening with arousal. He wanted to lick and taste her folds, tongue her pearl, all while he listened to her moans as she clenched down and trembled around him. More importantly, he needed to find another reason for Nanny Agnes to leave the room.

Upon the nanny's return, she placed a set of paper and pastels on the table for little Eliza to play with when they were done.

At the rate Charley was going, he never wanted the moment to end. Eliza was being good and he had no reason to end what they both desired. With two fingers pushing past and inside her bottom, he slowly withdrew, adding more lubrication as he eased her entrance, teasing her tight ring and greasing her bottom thoroughly before he finally moved for the plug.

"Papa." Eliza whimpered when nothing was inside her body anymore. She desired it too, and since he could not push his own member in past her bottom, he would make her tremble from the bulb.

Thoroughly adding enough grease to the plug, he poised it at her entrance, teasing her, circling her rosebud as she thrust her hips into the air. "Steady, little Eliza," he warned. Charley liked being in control. He did not wish to give it up, ever.

She moaned softly under her breath, quietly begging for more as he rested one hand on her lower back and the other guided the plug in past her tight ring.

Her lips parted, and her head bent forward as the plug stretched and forced her body to succumb to its larger size. The flesh of her hole stretched around it as he slowly moved it forward.

"It is too big, Papa. It is far too big. Please, please, please. Please put your fingers back in my bottom hole instead!"

"Shh… take a deep breath." He paused and allowed her to calm. "Relax your bum and take it in. Be a good girl. You can do it."

He continued to push the remainder of the plug all the way inside, hearing her moan. "Papa, please. No, more," she finally begged. "I cannot."

"But you already have," he said, once nothing but the plug's handle remained visible. "You are done. Come now, let us put your bloomers back on." He patted her bottom lightly and bent down, reaching for her cotton undergarments. He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap, desiring to cuddle her as he helped her redress. Ignoring the harsh stare of Nanny Agnes, he held her close, his arms wrapped around her petite frame. Occasionally he gave her little kisses on her cheek, her forehead, and the top of her head.

Did it hurt as it filled her bottom? Charley did not wish to cause her pain, which was why he wanted to be the one plugging her bum instead of Nanny Agnes. Surely Eliza enjoyed his attention much more than her nanny's.

He felt her hand fall upon his chest. Charley's heart beat faster and stronger. She smelled lovely, of lavender and vanilla as she curled up against him; her delicate and floral scent was more intoxicating than any libation.

"Do I make you happy?" Eliza asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes. I cannot remember feeling so at ease," he confessed. With the responsibility of his sister no longer upon his shoulders and Eliza as his little one, his life felt as though it had fallen perfectly into place.

Charley pressed a soft kiss to her temple before guiding her feet on to the floor to stand. "Would you like to do some coloring? I had Nanny Agnes bring in your pastels so that we might spend time together."

She smiled and nodded, climbing down from his lap, grimacing slightly, probably from the object squeezed between her round cheeks.

"Does the plug hurt inside you?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. It just feels full. It makes me feel like I… like I…
need
you. I need you to be my papa, and I need to be your little girl. It makes me feel submissive."

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."

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.