Lilly Blossoms (Lessons in Submission Book 3) (17 page)

"One day I will show you that not all spankings are given for punishment," he said as his fingers continued to touch her. "I will teach you pleasure that you can't even imagine."

She couldn't help the small moan from escaping her lips when a fingertip traced down the divide of her bottom, nor the shocked gasp that followed when that same finger tapped against her bottom-hole.

"And one day, I will show you that this little rose will be opened for pleasure as well as to teach a naughty girl a lesson."

She so desperately wanted to roll off his knee. Certainly this wasn't right… it had to be naughty… "Oh, please!" she gasped, feeling him no longer tapping but pressing into a place she'd never given any thought. "Take… take it out!" Her plea was ignored as the finger pressed further.

"And I will teach you that little ones do not tell their papas what to do. Little ones do not decide how their naughtiness will be punished or when that punishment will be over."

Her hands had moved to grip his leg, the sensation of that finger where it didn't belong, stretching her uncomfortably, filling her, had her mind whirling and… and her body becoming a raging flame without a single stroke being applied to her backside. Her squeal was loud and her back arched when he began to pump his finger in and out of her tight opening.

"Please… I'm so sorry…"

"Little girls who promise not to eavesdrop and then do so again, need a more thorough lesson to remind them that naughtiness will not go unpunished, don't they, Lilly?"

His finger began to thrust harder and faster as she wailed, "Yes, sir!"

"The next time you eavesdrop, little girl, I shall not only give your little rose a lesson as well as the spanking you still have coming, you shall be cutting a switch. Am I clear? Do you understand?"

"Ye-yes, sir… please… Papa, please." She gave another squeal when he popped his finger from her, her face hot with the knowledge that he'd so intimately punished her. "I'll never do it again," she said, releasing his legs and attempting to sit up only to feel him tighten his hold on her waist and his hand splaying against her bottom.

"I hope you remember those words. And just to help you do so…"

He didn't have to finish his sentence with words. The first crack of his palm against her left cheek spoke volumes. Crack after crack sounded in the room until she was churning over his knee. Her legs had been trapped by his own and the hand she'd thrown behind her was now pinned at her back, his fingers entwined with hers. She'd thought her bottom-hole had burned from his embarrassing invasion and yet she knew that had only been the first spark of the inferno he was building on her bum. Her wails of contrition were met with words of love, reminding her that papas loved their little ones, that they wanted to help them in every way, that if he didn't love her, he wouldn't take the time to spank her. It was those words that finally had her collapsing over his lap, no longer fighting to get away.

"That's my good girl," he said, applying two swats to the tender area underneath the curve of her cheeks. "I love you, Lilly. I love you so much but, little one, I will spank you every single day if you need it. And that, my precious girl, is a promise you can count on never to be broken."

"I… I… lo-love you…Pa…Papa!"

He lifted her up and she clung to him, sobbing with the intensity of her love for this man. He rocked her in his arms, whispering soothing words, dropping kisses on her head until she calmed. Only then did he lift her chin and, after kissing her forehead, helped her to blow her nose.

"I know I told you that you'd stand in the corner after a spanking, but not today."

She nodded, knowing she would have stood for hours if he'd simply instructed her to do so. She felt clean, she felt forgiven and, most importantly, she felt loved.

* * *

He carried her to the bed and pulled back the covers, laying her down as gently as he had earlier. Her little gasp and wince told him that she'd be reminded of her decision to eavesdrop every time she put weight on her bum for the next few hours. He pulled the covers up to her neck, not because the room was cold, but because the sight of her peaked nipples was testing his very last nerve.

He tucked the doll in beside her, smiling when she wrapped an arm around it. "Ready for a story?"

"Papa?"

"What, honey?"

"I-I love your stories but…"

"Are you too tired? That's all right…"

"No, I-I mean, I'd rather have a… a treat."

Her words had him frozen for a moment but the look in her eyes had him remembering that though he loved hearing her call him papa, this beautiful woman was not a little girl.

"Please, Papa. You said you were going to be teaching me so many things. I want to have my first lesson now… if that's all right?"

Phillip toed off his shoes and removed his jacket before saying, "Scooch over a bit." He smiled as she hurried to do so, giving a soft yelp when she moved on her recently punished backside. He adored the look she gave him that spoke of her acknowledgement that the tenderness had been earned.

He leaned down and kissed her before climbing onto the bed. He lay facing her, his lips fluttering over hers and then moving to kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She was soon moaning, her hands clasping his shirt as if to ensure he wasn't going to disappear. He kissed her neck and when he blew into her ear, she arched against him. Stroking down her arm, he could feel her quivering. God, it would take nothing to strip her of the one garment that hid her body and to release his cock. He knew that she'd accept his possession, would give herself to him and yet he knew that he wouldn't take her—at least not that way—until she was his wife.

"I-I feel like I'm burning," she whispered. "I-I ache…"

"Shhh, Lilly. I promise to put out that fire."

His hand moved to cup her breast, the soft flesh filling his palm, and the groan she gave filled his heart. When he brushed his thumb over her nipple, she gave a cry and then another, arching to offer her breast again when he removed his hand. She sighed when he cupped her other one, toying with the turgid peak of her nipple until she was writhing beside him.

His hand moved down the soft gown, stroking his fingertips against her ribs and then lower. When he began to pull up the fabric, she helped, tugging it up, her breaths coming in little pants, her eyes glazed with a need she didn't yet understand but with a trust that he did.

"Put this leg over mine," he instructed softly, patting her top leg. She obeyed without question, but gasped at what he knew was the sensation of the air in the room wafting across the wet pouch of her quim. He gently stroked down her thigh and when she stiffened as his fingers dropped lower, he pressed his lips to within a fraction of hers. "Don't. I love every single inch of you." Her body relaxed and he gave her a kiss as he continued to caress her skin. When he felt her quiver again, his hand moved to run up the skin of her inner thigh of the leg that remained pressed to the mattress.

"Oh… oh…" she moaned, her trembling growing stronger the closer he got to her core.

"Shh, just feel," he said, taking his time, running his fingertips up and down her flesh, over the goose bumps he could feel beneath his hand. She was moaning, she was writhing, she was sopping wet by the time he ran a single finger up the seam of her sex.

"Oh, oh, God," she cried, her hand fisted in his shirt.

His love was going to be a woman incapable of keeping quiet in the bedroom and he didn't mind at all. Every gasp, every squeak, every moan and cry she made filled his heart. He continued to touch her gently, his fingers exploring her quim while his eyes just watched her every expression. A soft tug on her curls had her gasping.

"These will be going," he said, bending to kiss her gently again. "I want to be able to feel every inch of you… to make love to every single inch." Her eyes widened a bit and her cheeks flushed darker but she nodded.

Another kiss and his fingers gently spread the lips of her sex apart and found her hidden pearl. The moment he circled it, she arched up and screamed. God, she hadn't even had her culmination and yet she was lost in the sensations he was giving her. Her cream provided plenty of lubrication as he played, circling, tapping, and teasing her pearl until he could feel her tense, and then leaving her wanting as he dipped back into her sex.

At her whimper, he said, "Are you ready for me to stop the burn?"

"Ye… oh… God… yes…"

"Then, come for me, Lilly. Come apart in my arms." He returned to her clitoris, stroking, pressing, flicking and when he said, "Come for me now," and pinched the small bundle of nerves between his fingers, she shrieked and splintered apart as she obeyed. Phillip kept his hand in place as she convulsed, her culmination soaking his fingers.

"God, you are so beautiful," he said, kissing her again. "I am so incredibly lucky."

He felt her slowly relax, her fingers releasing his shirt and her eyes refocusing on his. Once they were clear, he brought his hand to his mouth and watched them widen as he suckled her essence from his fingers. Her cheeks turned bright red and yet the desire he'd seen earlier was already appearing again. Removing his digits, he said, "Every inch, every single part of you is beautiful to me. Never ever doubt that."

"I-I won't…"

"That's my good girl. Now, sleep, little one."

"Stay… please… for a while?"

"I'm right here, just close your eyes and sleep. Sweet dreams, my love."

When she turned over, he pulled her against him, his arm wrapped around her waist. She held the doll in the crook of her arm and his hand in hers. He'd stay until he was sure she was asleep, until he was sure she was dreaming of a future and not falling into the nightmare of her past.

* * *

When luncheon was long over and Phillip still had not appeared, Eleanor went to remind him that Dr. Gibbons wanted Lilly to rest. Opening the door, she smiled. Phillip lay on his back and Lilly was curled up at his side. Her gown had risen and Eleanor could see a pink bottom cheek and knew that Lilly had made her confession and had indeed found forgiveness. She also knew the girl had finally accepted that she was loved, as one leg was thrown across Phillip's, the scars no longer keeping the young woman from feeling beautiful. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and her hand was being held in his. They were both sound asleep. She smiled, closing the door softly, thinking,
Well, Thomas didn't say she had to nap alone.

Lilly felt a tingling sensation and a weight pressing against her and yet neither were the least bit unpleasant. Opening her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was and why she was in a strange room. When the weight shifted, she looked down to see a large hand cupping her breast and a long, heavy leg thrown over hers. She felt heat against the entire length of her body and smiled. Phillip had not only stayed for a little while, he'd obviously been with her the entire time she had been sleeping.

Make that napping. She never napped and yet from the slant of the shadows caused by the sunbeams that made their way through the curtains, she knew it was well after noon. She needed to get out of this wonderful bed. She needed to visit that water closet just steps away. She needed to work in the garden. She needed to cut her flowers. And yet, the only thing that moved was her hand as she traced her fingertips over the knuckles of his hand. The tingling increased as her nipples tightened beneath the fingers that moved to curl a bit more around her flesh. Like the man spooned against her back, this hand was already broadening her world. Just seeing it being offered made her heart swell and when she slipped hers into it, the moment this hand wrapped around hers, she felt comforted, supported, safe. This same large hand was teaching her that it could deliver a painful lesson when she was naughty, could cause a fire in her backside that perhaps should have made her afraid at its intensity and yet, even with her bottom throbbing and hot, she wasn't afraid. Even when his palm cracked against her bare bottom until she was sobbing, his other hand held her close to him, let her know that she was secure, that though he had to punish her, he loved her.

She'd be so afraid he'd find her lacking, flawed, and yet he'd said he loved every inch of her. The tingling was growing, moving down her body as her fingers continued to flutter over Phillip's hand. Memories of what other lessons it was teaching had her closing her eyes. This hand had caressed her softly as he stroked down her body. Even through the fabric of her gown, she'd felt as if her body was coming alive with his every touch. These fingers had awakened her to what it meant to feel so much pleasure that the only way to survive was to explode in his arms.

Never in her life had she imagined anything so totally consuming. He'd made her burn until she cried out, but not in fear… no, she'd called his name, a bit frightened of the unknown but he'd been there, teaching her, guiding her until she'd felt her entire body suffused with the most incredible sensation. Remembering him suckling his fingers after she was limp in his arms, she gave a soft moan. It had been so… so shocking, almost more than when he slid a finger into her bottom-hole to remind her that very naughty girls got more than a spanking if a transgression was repeated. She squirmed a bit at the memories, thinking that though both had to be wrong… each had felt right somehow.

"You're doing it again, my love."

His voice against her neck startled her but when he pulled her closer, she smiled.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he said, his lips nuzzling her neck.

When she giggled, he lifted up to roll her onto her back, causing her eyes to open to find him smiling down at her.

"I was thinking about treats," she said, watching his dimple deepen.

"And?"

"And I really like them," she confessed, before wondering if that was a naughty thing to say. Would he think her wanton?

"Let go," he said softly. She was confused until his fingertip traced across her lips. "The only person I desire to see biting those beautiful lips is me."

She released her bottom lip from her teeth and ran her tongue across its surface. His eyes seemed to smolder for a moment before he lowered his head and kissed her. He didn't release her until she was squirming and her lips were tingling from the little nibbles he'd taken.

"I'm glad you like treats, because I certainly like giving them to you. I will be giving you treats for the rest of your life."

She was about to ask him to prove it when he sat back and pulled her onto his lap, and smiled until she realized her cheek was pressed against the quilt and her gown was being lifted.

"No! I didn't mean it!"

"Ah ah ah," he tsked as he patted her now bare bottom. "I was going to simply check on your little bum, but if you are lying to your papa, well…"

The hand that she'd been stroking only moments before was now circling against her flesh, raising goose bumps across her skin and building a need that she'd learned he could fulfill. "I mean… I do like treats but… I don't like spankings."

"Hmm, I'm not too sure that is a completely honest statement," he said.

"It is! Spankings hurt!"

"Do they?" he asked, "does this hurt?" His hand lifted and came down, smacking her bottom and she was about to shout ‘yes' when he began to rub the spot he'd spanked. "I don't hear your answer, my love. Perhaps you need another to consider." He repeated his actions, not once or twice but several times, until she was moaning and pushing her bum up to meet his hand. When he softly whispered for her to open her legs, she knew she was wanton because she didn't even hesitate. She felt his entire palm cup the pouch of her sex and she gasped. It was the strangest feeling… a feeling that staked his claim… a feeling that she craved the moment he removed his hand and pulled her upright.

Lilly couldn't stop the soft whine from escaping her lips. He pressed his forehead against hers. "Well? Do all spankings hurt?"

"No… but you still left me burning." Her face flooded with heat and her eyes slammed shut with the words she'd just uttered. Forget wanton, he'd think her some sort of… of harlot!

His chuckle came at the same time as he said, "Open your beautiful eyes, baby." When she did, it was to see his filled with light.

"I love you, Lillian. I love every inch of you and I love that you are a very passionate woman."

"You… it's not bad…"

"Sweetheart, passion is one of the greatest gifts of all. Never try to hide that from me. It is truly beautiful to see, to share. Understand?"

And somehow, she did.

* * *

Phillip set his girl onto her feet and climbed off the bed. He hadn't meant to fall asleep and yet, the moment he awakened, he knew that he wanted to begin every single day of the rest of his life opening his eyes and seeing this woman beside him. He grinned as she continued to shoot him little looks, knowing that he'd left her with an ache… well, make that two. Her plump little globes were still pink from her spanking and from cupping her quim, he knew she was wet with arousal. He'd soon teach her she could expect both places to pull her attention away from whatever she was doing, to sigh and know that only her papa could satisfy her needs.

He saw her blush as she exited the water closet. Yes, she was passionate in bed and yet she was so very shy and modest. He hoped her blushes never ceased and yet he knew she'd learn to stand naked before him, nothing hidden from his view. Her eyes flicked to his for a moment, the blush deepening. "Go ahead and get dressed, sweetie."

She nodded and began to gather her clothes as he entered the water closet. When he exited a few minutes later, he fully expected to see her dressed. Instead, he saw her clothing piled at the end of the bed and Lilly standing in front of the window. What on earth was she doing? About to ask if something was wrong, he watched as she bent over until her palms were flat on the floor, shifted her legs apart, and then went up onto her tiptoes.

Oh my sweet Lord!
Did she know that he could see the shadow of her sex, the globes of her arse pressing against the thin material? Was she trying to kill him? Was this her way of teasing him as he'd teased her by leaving her aching? With his cock throbbing, it was definitely working. He was about to compliment her on instinctively knowing how to properly present her bottom for a spanking she'd earned for attempting to control their play when he realized that she was counting. When she reached twenty, she lowered herself down until her feet were flat, only to resume counting. Again at twenty, she lifted herself back onto her toes.

No, she wasn't attempting to taunt him. She was stretching out her legs. Again and again she repeated the movements until she was giving little moans every time she lifted up. He wanted to go to her, to snatch her up and to take away the pain but he knew he couldn't. This was a pain she'd lived with since she was a little girl. All he could do was be there to comfort her, to help in any way he could. He returned to the water closet and ran a cloth under the cold water. Wringing it out, he re-entered the bedroom, and when she was through with her count and began to straighten, he went to her.

The ottoman was only a few steps away and he lifted her into his arms, causing her to squeal. "Shh, I've got you." He sat in the middle of the ottoman and ran the cool cloth over her face, then lifted her hair to press it against the back of her neck.

"Oh, that feels good," she said, bending her head so he could have better access.

"Do you stretch every day?"

"Yes… well, almost every day. Sometimes I'm just too tired but it really helps." She sighed as he moved the cloth to a new spot. "It always hurts a bit but if I don't stretch and massage every night, it's harder to walk and stand the next day."

"I can understand that," he said, bending to kiss a spot on her neck. "I must have missed the massaging, or did I interrupt before you finished?"

"No, Dr. Gibbons gave me a massage after he… he examined me and realized I had scars."

Phillip gave her a squeeze and then stood, turning to set her down on one end. He smiled and patted the surface of the ottoman. "Put your legs up here, sweetie." When she hesitated, he simply lifted her legs, causing her to squeal again as his movements had her unbalanced for a moment. Phillip handed her the cloth he'd been using and pulled her gown up to her knees.

"Phillip, you don't—"

"Excuse me?" he said, meeting her eyes and watching her reaction when he cocked his eyebrow. "In our bed, you may call me 'Phillip'. Outside that bed, little one, it is 'Papa'. Understand?"

"Oh… um, yes… Papa."

"Good girl. And do little girls tell their papas what to do?"

"No, sir."

"That's right," he said, bending to the side to give her a quick kiss. "But I do want you to tell me if anything I'm doing is hurting. I'm not a doctor but I think I can help with the massaging. All right?"

"All right," she agreed, her tone telling she was a bit leery.

Phillip began, his touch light at first and then when she said a bit harder, he obeyed. He listened to every sound she made and watched every reaction she had as he massaged her calves. When her little gasps became moans, he looked up her body to see that the bridge of her cute little nose was no longer crinkled and her eyes were no longer tinged with pain. "Better?" he asked.

"Much, but…" she said and then giggled before her lip was once more tucked between her teeth.

"What? Are you ticklish?"

"Nooo," she said, shaking her head.

"Then what?"

"I can't seem to stop thinking about your hands."

"My hands?"

"Yes… I love your hands. I love that they are so soft when you touch me and yet so strong at the same time. Your hands feel even better than Dr. Gibbons…" she paused and he was about to thank her when she added, "though he did give me a really nice foot massage as well." He grinned as she wiggled her toes.

"He did, did he?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Well, we certainly can't have my little one thinking anyone is as good as her papa when it comes to taking care of her now, can we?"

"No, Papa."

He spent another several minutes massaging her ankles and following her helpful instructions at how to rotate her ankles, press her feet forward and back, and when he began to wiggle her toes and she was beginning to squeal, he realized he was rock hard simply from hearing her giggles. Giving the big toes of each foot another wiggle, he stood and pulled her up.

"Get dressed, little one."

When she hesitated, he gently swatted her bottom and she smiled.

"Yes, Papa."

After she was dressed, Phillip led Lilly towards the kitchen to retrieve her gardening baskets. Before they stepped across the threshold, he paused and squeezed her hand.

"Do you want to wait here?"

"No… I know that you'll keep me safe, Papa. I can't run every time I'm in a room with a fire or from a carriage with a lantern. I think it's time for me to stop living in fear."

God, he loved her. He loved her softness, her strength, her courage and her trust in him. "I swear, little one, you have nothing to fear. Together we can conquer anything. I love you, Lillian. You have no idea how much." He bent to kiss her and then he helped her take her first step away from the darkness.