Little Secrets by Alta Hensley, Allison West

he reprimanded, his tone sharp. "No. I had not been made aware of the secret littles' school. Even when I first saw you, I did not understand the dress you wore or why you were crying."
    She reached for her tea, taking a sip, her eyes on the steam as it wafted upward into the air. "You must have suspected something to sneak in without permission." It seemed a rather bold move for a gentleman who desired to send his sister to the chateau. Did he not worry about being caught?
    Papa nodded and sipped the tea from his porcelain cup. "I did have some curiosity, given the difficulty of obtaining an invitation from the headmaster. Not only were references required, but one could not merely show up. I found that peculiar and, as a journalist, I could not help but feel the curiosity tugging further when I saw you."
    "You write for the newspaper?" Eliza gasped, her eyes widened as she shook her head. "You cannot talk of this place to anyone, Papa. Please, I like it here." Would he destroy her happiness because of a careless attempt to divulge Ashby's secret? Why would he do that to her? She was overthinking what he did. Journalists reported the news they had been given; they did not make stories and reveal their personal desires in an article.
    "Drink your tea before it gets cold." He sipped more of the dark liquid, blowing gently as the top layer shifted with his breath. "You are safe here, little Eliza. I would do no such thing to jeopardize that fact."
    It was more than about being safe at Ashby, though, for if he did reveal to anyone the secret of the littles' school, many would not be safe. The ladies' reputations would be ruined, including those at the finishing school. Which meant his sister would no longer have the ability to marry a wealthy husband who could take care of her.
    Eliza smiled weakly, not wanting to break the spell between them. She had been foolish to think he would write an article about Ashby. Surely he must have signed away the ability to speak of this place when he enrolled his sister and paid her tuition. "Do you like what you do?" She sipped her tea, enjoying the warmth as it slid down her throat. Her fingers grabbed a biscuit, taking a taste, not caring if it spoiled her dinner. Nanny Agnes had been kind enough to bring them tea without a fuss. If Eliza had asked for it without Papa visiting, her nanny surely would have turned her down.
    Papa nodded, placing the cup on the table. "Yes, I do enjoy my work. At times it gives me the ability to see different parts of the city while also staying close to home. It is not often I have the pleasure of speaking about what I enjoy doing."
    "Why is that?" she asked.
    Papa smiled warmly and stood. "Those are enough questions today, Eliza. You are to be little, and with that comes the luxury of not having to worry about being grown up. Come, I spoke with Headmaster Philip, and it was decided that I will plug your bottom this afternoon."
    Her eyes widened and her cheeks instantly flushed. "Papa, you cannot!" She had never had a man touch her bottom and place an implement into it. Today he had spanked her, which had made her heart race and her quim throb, but it went beyond the intimate acts of what he suggested. He was going to have to explore her bottom hole and push the glass bulb in past her pink pucker. The room sweltered and she worried that she might faint. "Please. I do not wish to be plugged, Papa. Why must you demand this when I have been good?" She felt there was no reason to face a punishment when she was on her best behavior, at least since he had spanked her.
    "It is not a punishment, little Eliza. Consider it a gift to me. Your submission makes me happy, and you want to please me, do you not?" Papa asked.
    Nodding vigorously with wide eyes, she reached for his hand. "Yes, Papa. I will do whatever it takes to please you." She squeezed his hand, nervous for the plug to enter her bottom. It was not that she had never worn one, though usually it was before bed