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“Yes, Papa.”
As he began to wash himself, she reached out her hands. “No, little one,” he said with a smile. “Papas may wash their little girls, but, little one, you are too small to have such responsibility as to wash your papa.”
“But, I-I undressed you,” she said, lowering her hands but looking up at him. “And… I liked touching you, too.” Her cheeks flushed brighter but her eyes spoke of her sincerity.
Lucas couldn’t fault her confusion. He had not been helped to dress or undress by a woman since he was a very small child and had truly enjoyed her ministrations. He’d truly not planned on even waffling on his decision yet easily found a compromise. Dropping the soap in the cloth, he offered it to her.
“You did,” he concurred. “It won’t be a duty of yours, but that doesn’t mean you can’t play occasionally if you’d like.”
Her face lit up and she nodded, dipping her hand beneath the water to wet the cloth before pausing, looking a bit confused as to what she should do next. Wanting to assure it was play, Lucas lifted his leg from the water, flexing his toes. “These little piggies need a good scrubbing, don’t you think?”
Lucy shook her head, her smile telling him how silly she thought he was and yet she scrubbed each of his toes and then twisted a bit to the side and held out her hand, obviously expecting to repeat the process. They stayed in the water, Lucy sliding the cloth over his legs and arms, flushing again as she ran it in little circles over his chest discovering that men’s nipples could also tighten. When she dropped her eyes to the water’s surface where his cock was lengthening, her lips opened and Lucas learned that a kitten could purr and have the softest touch as she shyly slid the cloth down his abdomen until she wrapped it around his shaft while Lucas slid his fingers over her bare flesh.
Washing was forgotten as he lifted her to settle her on his lap, Lucy’s mewls delightful as he sank into her. She clung to his shoulders as they rocked together until teacher and pupil expanded their knowledge in a class they both thoroughly enjoyed. A lot of splashing was done but by the time Lucas plucked the cloth she’d held throughout the lovemaking from her hand and bent to kiss her, all traces of shame had disappeared from his little one’s face.
He stood and stepped from the tub, quickly drying himself before wrapping a towel around her body and lifting her out of the bath and rubbing her dry. Her hair was damp where its length had fallen into the water, and he rubbed the strands with another towel. He led her back into the bedroom and to the fire. Pulling off the towel, he pressed her to sit down on the stool before the fire. She shivered despite the heat and reached for the towel hanging from his hand.
Lucas shook his head, setting it away from her. “I wish to look at you,” he said, and reached down to move her hair to hang down her back, baring her breasts. He reached and gently spread her knees so that her sex was visible.” She whimpered as his eyes took their fill. He was totally unconcerned for her embarrassment.” The fire shall warm you and finish drying your hair,” he said, and then began to gather fresh clothes from his armoire and drawers, pulling them on. Lucy seemed to grow more embarrassed at her nakedness as he covered his own, shifting on the stool. When a knock sounded on the door, her head flew around, and she almost bent in two in an effort to conceal her body. Lucas ignored her as he walked to the door and opened it to allow Molly into the room.
The young woman dropped him a curtsy. “Good morning, Molly,” Lucas said as he sat to pull on his stockings and boots.
Molly giggled, the linens in her arms signifying her duty. “Good afternoon, Lord Huntington,” she corrected, and then saw Lucy on the stool. “Good day to you, Miss Lucy.”
Lucy relaxed at seeing Molly instead of Mrs. Bremmer but still kept her arms wrapped around her knees, her body turned as far from the girl as possible. “Hello, Molly,” she said quietly.
“Lucille,” Lucas said, in a tone that brooked no nonsense, “sit as I placed you.” Lucy’s gaze flicked to where Molly was moving toward the bed then back to him. Lucas quirked his eyebrow, and watched his wife’s face flush. She dropped her hands to her sides and opened her knees. When Molly didn’t even seem to notice, she sighed and relaxed a bit, lifting a hand to move a length of hair that had fallen over her right breast behind her shoulder. “Much better,” Lucas said as she gave him a shy glance.
Molly quickly had the bed stripped and the stained linens rolled into a ball. With his boots pulled on, Lucas was fully dressed and stood to add the damp towel to Molly’s pile on the floor as she worked to make the bed up with the fresh linens.
She nodded her thanks and then gathered the rest of the clothing on the floor. “Shall I take these to the laundry now or tend to Miss Lucy?” she asked Lucas.
Lucas looked to where his wife was attempting to be invisible. “Go ahead to the laundry,” he said, keeping his eyes on Lucy. “I believe our little one is not yet dry from her bath.” Molly bobbed her head, gathered everything securely and then left when Lucas opened the door for her. Lucy had now turned her back to the room, having scooted around on the stool. Lucas saw she had her legs open but still shook his head. His stubborn little one had so much to learn.
“Lucy, come to me,” he said as he sat again on the chair.
Chapter 16
Lucy slowly stood, her arms hugging herself as she walked slowly toward him as if she were about to face her executioner. His tone alone had her stomach fluttering and her blood racing. He didn’t move a single muscle until she came to a stop right in front of him, and then he reached out and tugged her arms free before pinning them at her sides.
“What did I tell you about attempting to cover yourself?” he asked, his tone calm but sharp.
She kept her eyes on her bare feet and his leather boots. “Not to,” she whispered. She yelped when without a word, Lucas turned her slightly and gave her bottom three quick, hard swats.
He turned her once more to him. “Answer completely and properly, Lucille, or I shall give your bottom a proper reminder,” he warned.
“I'm not to cover myself,” she said, and then quickly added, “Papa!”
“Why?” he asked. “Look at me and answer, Lucy,” he said, firmly.
She took a deep breath and forced her eyes to his, finding his stare unwavering. “Because you told me not to, sir.”
Lucas shook his head. “That’s not the true reason, young lady,” he said. “I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, why have I forbidden you to cover your breasts or even close your legs completely?”
Lucy knew what he wanted to hear but despite his words of earlier, and even though she’d found such pleasure under his hands, she still found it extremely difficult to voice the words. The sun filling the room, the man asking the question fully clothed while she stood trembling and just as completely nude before him didn’t help. Her eyes welled, unable to utter the reason why he required she remain fully open to him. She shook her head. “Ple… please, Lucas,” she whispered, “Please, don’t make me—”
Her words were cut off as she found herself lifted and then laid across his knees. He was already swatting her as she realized what she had done.
“I'm sorry!” she yelped, as his hand connected against her bottom. “I meant Papa. I meant to call you Pa-Papa.”
