Free Caroline's Rocking Horse by Emily Tilton, Blushing Books Page A

under the covers to my bottom, which still stung just a bit from the terrible beating he had given me with his belt, and took both cheeks in his hand. I whimpered a little.
    "Do you remember what I said about disobedience? Do you remember the last rule?"
    "Yes, Daddy, but..."
    "I'm not joking, Caroline. You will be severely punished. This is your final warning." How could something be so frightening and so thrilling (let alone so arousing) all at once?
    "Yes, Daddy."
    "Also, you are going to shave this morning." He moved his hand around from back to front and twisted his fingers gently into the crinkly hairs on my little pussy. I had thought often about what it would be like to be bare and girlish down there—I had even thought about surprising George with my bareness—but had always been afraid of what he would say. Now I was being ordered to do it for my Daddy's pleasure and not my own, and he would inspect me tonight. I swallowed.
    "Yes, Daddy."
    "If you're a good girl, I won't make you show the person in the shop that you're shaved."
    "Oh, my ... Daddy! You wouldn't!"
    "You never know, do you, little girl? If Daddy wants you to show someone how pretty your little lips are, you are going to show them, aren't you?"
    "Um ..." I knew he could feel me getting very, very warm down where his fingers were now gently working their way further down—and in.
    "Um what?"
    "Um... Yes, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, oh Daddy... please..."
    He chuckled and withdrew his fingers.
    Submissively and gingerly (for my bottom really did still hurt from the night before), I went to the bathroom to do as my Daddy told me. I had read enough how-to guides on the Internet to give me a very good idea of how the depilation of my young pussy should be accomplished. Actually doing it, however, was very st range indeed. I got my scissors and stood the way you're supposed to stand, with one foot on the edge of the tub. Thinking about what I was about to do and about why I was about to do it and about George laying down his rules the night before, I put down the scissors, giving into temptation, and let my hands wander around the region where I was supposed to be removing hair. Feeling like I needed to be obedient, I picked up the scissors again. I brought them close to the place where my arousal seemed only to keep growing. Tentatively, I grasped a small lock of my hair down there in the fingers of my left hand, tugging it outward so that I could cut it with the scissors, low down. But the feeling of pulling on it made the problem of my wantonness worse, and I found myself letting go of that lock of hair and using the fingers of that left hand to make a long journey from bottom to top, along the lips, which were increasingly moist. I made a little mewing sound, and hearing myself, I realized that it was going to be very difficult to make progress this way.
    To make matters worse, that was when my Daddy opened the bathroom door. "Do you need my help, little girl?" he asked.
    I blushed crimson, of course—I could see myself in the mirror. "Oh, Daddy, " I said, "this is very hard. Every time I try to start shaving..."
    To my surprise and dismay, he suddenly knelt on the floor and began to look at the problem.
    "Yes, I see," my d addy said, "Your wickedness is very evident." He gave a little kiss there, which made me groan. He stood up again and said, "I think there is only one solution."
    I looked at him wonderingly.
    He stood behind me, put one hand around my waist to steady me, and then brought his other hand up between my legs, possessively and roughly, so that I gave a little startled cry.
    "Clearly," he growled in my ear, "we have to make sure that you don't become too naughty while you're doing that." He had two fingers inside me, and his thumb at the same time was rubbing firmly on my most sensitive spot. "Sometimes little girls have big girl needs," he continued, as I could do nothing but moan again and again. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and I could