A Father's Love, Chapter Nine
#9 of A Father's Love
"Sit still," Miss Bailie said, as she scrubbed my fur.
"You're hurting," I said, pulling my arm away from her.
She moved to clean between my legs.
"I can clean myself," I said firmly.
I snatched the sponge from her and spread my legs.
"I'm not a little girl anymore," I muttered.
"You need to be spotless," Miss Bailie said.
She put her hand on the crown of my head and said, "Close your eyes," and pushed my head underwater. I surfaced and she poured some shampoo into her hand and massaged my scalp, combing her fingers through my hair.
I put the sponge on the tray.
"He dislikes any rancid or fishy smells," Miss Bailie said.
She pushed my head back under the water, scratching my scalp, washing the shampoo from my hair. I pushed myself back up.
"I'm clean!" I barked.
I stood up in the tub.
"Camile!" Miss Bailie hissed.
She rushed to the window and breathed a sigh of relief.
She picked up a towel.
"What if someone had seen you?" she asked, draping the towel around my shoulders.
"Would it matter?" I sighed, wringing out my hair.
Miss Bailie snatched the towel from me and vigorously rubbed it through my fur.
"Do you have to be so rough?" I asked her.
I bit my lip as she rubbed over my welts. I grabbed the towel from her.
"I'll do it myself, you'll skin me alive," I said, drying myself off.
Two maids came in to brush my fur, so it would be soft. Another came in to brush my hair.
"I think curls would be nice," Miss Bailie said.
"I like my hair as it is," I said.
"It's wet and tangled," Miss Bailie said.
I crossed the hall into my room and opened my armoire.
"No, Mr. Carey bought you a new dress," Miss Bailie said.
She held up a white dress. It was nice. White and trimmed with gold and pink.
Miss Bailie held up a white corset.
"Not again," I groaned.
"You have to or the dress won't fit," Miss Bailie said.
I glared at her.
"Shall I call him up? I doubt you want him to see you like this?" Miss Bailie said.
Reluctantly I agreed and she put the corset on me. She laced me tighter than I'd ever been.
"Too tight!" I winced.
"Every now and then you've got to suffer a little pain," Miss Bailie said.
She secured the corset and helped me into the dress. I felt my breasts would spill out if I bent over.
He had good taste, that was the only good thing about him, but he was the worst in quality.
"He's horrible, Nanny," I said.
"Well that's your fault," Miss Bailie said.
"What did I do?" I asked, spinning around to look at her.
"You keep your personal thoughts to yourself, you forget about Mr. Bridshaw and be a good girl," Miss Bailie said.
She pushed me toward the door.
"He's waiting downstairs for you in the living room," she said.
"I don't want to see him," I began, but she'd already shoved me down the hall.
He was waiting for me on the couch. I curtsied for him, forcing myself to smile a little. David smiled back and patted the spot next to him and I sat down. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then David broke the silence. He put one of his hands on my leg and snaked his other arm around my waist and pulled me close.
"I know I was a little rough with you last night," he whispered in my ear.
He squeezed my waist and added, "I promise it will be better next time."
Next time? What next time? I thought to myself.
Then David opened a little black box and placed a choker of white pearls around my neck.
I suppose he kept them just in case.
"I want you to wear them tonight," David said.
"Tonight?" I asked, confused.
"Tonight you will come to my room, alone," David nodded.
I didn't know he'd been spending the night with us.
"Tonight," I echoed, trying to sound polite.
I think he saw it.
He traced his finger over the outline of my collar over my breasts.
"It fits you nicely," he said, kissing my shoulder.
"But I can't breathe," I said softly.
"What?" David asked.
I didn't speak.
"Can't breathe?" he asked, squeezing me again.
I bit my lip.
"If you behave you won't ever have to wear it again," he said.
Josh came into my room that night to make sure Miss Bailie was doing a good job preparing me.
"Take the dress off," Josh said.
Miss Bailie helped me out of my dress.
"Leave the corset," Josh said.
And Miss Bailie slipped a white shift over my head.
David had lit his room with several white candles. When I entered he blew out most of them except for the ones near the bed.
He stood in front of me and kissed my lips.
"You are quite pretty," he said, curling my hair with his fingers.
He kissed my lips again.
"Pretty little Camile," he said sweetly.
He kissed me again.
"Say 'thank you,'" he said.
His voice was hard.
"Thank you," I said softly.
"Good," he said, kissing my forehead.
He took my hand in his and pulled me toward the bed. He sat down so that his muzzle was level with my breasts.
"You've been quite naughty," he said, a smile on his lips.
"I- I have?" I said.
"Yes, you have," he said.
He still held my hand, brushing his thumb back and forth over my hand.
"I'll have to punish you," he said.
And before I could react he yanked me down over his knee and lifted my shift. He ran his hand up and down over my bottom, caressing each cheek. It felt soothing and I relaxed a little, but then he pulled his hand back and smacked me and I yelped. Again and again he smacked me. I struggled. I felt the corset cutting into me again.
"Please!" I cried out, my arms flailing, my eyes filling with tears.
He was unrelenting, smacking me harder and harder. Then he stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief though my rear stung and burned. I was glad my face was furred because I didn't want him to see how red my face was.
"This won't do," he said.
I felt my heart jump into my throat. He stood me up again, my shift falling back down.
"Go to the rack, there's a few canes hanging," he said.
I slowly made my way to the wooden rail, four canes hung. I picked up a cane with a brass handle but David said it was no good. I picked up an ebony one but again David declined. I picked up a bamboo cane but David still thought it no good. Then I picked up a red cane with brass handle in the shape of a nasty claw and David nodded his approval. I brought it too him, my hands shaking.
He pulled my shift off over my head and tossed it to the side and then pushed me down so I was bent over the bed.
"I'm going to cane you, and each time I smack your plump ass you will count," David said.
I gripped the quilt tightly.
"Is that clear?" he asked me, tapping the heel of my foot with the end of the cane.
"Yes," I said.
He raised the cane and hit me with it.
"One.." I started.
He hit me again.
"Two..."
And he hit me again.
"Three..."
And again.
"Four..."
And again.
"Five..."
He stopped for a moment and loosened my corset a little.
"Thank you," I said, though my voice was more of a high-pitched squeak.
He raised the cane and hit me again.
"Six..."
Then he began to hit me harder.
"Seven..."
And harder.
"Eight..."
And harder.
"Nine..."
And harder.
"Ten..."
I was sure something would break.
"Eleven..."
He landed a fierce blow on my legs.
"Twelve..."
I heard a loud crack.
"Thirteen..."
Then he began to hit harder and faster. I lost count and my counting became clumsy.
"Seventeen," I said, trying to keep pace.
I felt a warm liquid on my legs.
"Twenty..."
Oh god was I bleeding?
Then David hit me one last time. It was so hard it nearly knocked me off the bed.
I lay still.
"I'd think a thick girl like you could take a few good smacks," David panted.
Smacks? Is that what he called them?
He turned me over and spread my legs and put his hand between them. He drew his fingers up my cleft and lifted his hand to his muzzle. His fingers were wet.
I wasn't bleeding, thank goodness.
David sniffed his fingers, then he bent over me and shoved his hand between my legs again, working his fingers over my nub. He was very rough. I worried he'd hurt it, he'd hurt my little nub.
I brought my hands to my muzzle to keep from crying out as David put pressure on my nub, rubbing it harder.
I arched my back, my hands flying to the quilt and digging my fingers into it. My thighs were wet again. David slid one of his hands up and squeezed my breast. I relaxed a little.
"Open your eyes Camile," David said.
I did. His face was very close to mine. I moaned softly, and at the same time I was trying to keep myself quiet.
He rubbed my nub a little softer. He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
"I know you're thinking of him," David whispered in my ear.
"No," I said softly.
"You're lying," David said.
I shook my head.
David kissed my lips.
"He kiss you like that?" he asked.
I stayed silent.
He kissed my neck.
"He kiss you like that?" he asked.
He kissed my breasts and belly.
"Answer me," he said.
"No," I said.
"No what? No he didn't kiss you like that?" David demanded.
"No, he never kissed me like that," I said.
David smiled, it was a wicked smile, and kissed back up my body.
"I think punishing you shall be my new favorite activity," he whispered in my ear.
But what did I do? I asked myself.
I lifted my paws, tugging at his shirt a little. I waited for him to object. He said nothing, so I pulled his shirt off over his head.
"Good girl," David said.
He sat up on his knees and unbuckled his belt. I saw his cock, it had a little spot on the head. He rubbed the head of his cock on my thigh and then pushed it into me. He leaned over me.
"Now kiss your future husband," he said.