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do not fight me on this. It was your first punishment. I want to make sure you have suffered no ill effects. Now roll unto your tummy like a good girl."
    "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt. I promise!"
    "I will see for myself, little one," he said sternly as he motioned with his hand for her to move onto her stomach.
    With a small whimper, Angeline reluctantly turned over onto her stomach. Scrunching her eyes tightly closed when she felt him slowly pull the bed linens away from her body. His hands felt warm against her cooling skin as he pressed them against the back of her upper thighs, gently pushing the fabric of her nightdress up.
    Blackhurst could feel her body tremble under his light touch. She was so deliciously responsive. In the silent room, he could hear her breathless gasps with each movement of his fingertips as they inched closer to the juncture of her thighs.
    Angeline clenched her bottom cheeks as he pushed the silky fabric over the soft mounds to pool on her lower back. Burying her head deeper into the covers, she was torn between wanting to hide from his gaze or rub against his touch. She felt wanton and shameful.
    Laying a hand on one pale, smooth cheek, he said, "There is only the slightest blush. Shall Papa kiss it and make it better?"
    Shocked, Angeline rose up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder in time to see his striking profile lower to her bottom cheek. She could feel his warm breath a moment before his lips touched her skin.
    "All better," he said with a wink. Her only response was a small squeak of surprise.
    "Now let's get you up and dressed, we have quite a day planned."
    Blackhurst moved to her dressing cabinet to see if there was a scrap of clothing not provided by the atrocious Lady Herrington. Angeline stayed tucked in bed, uncertain. He returned holding a faded print linen dress. Angeline was horrified. It was one of her own seamstress dresses.
    "Oh, no! Not that one, my lord. It…it must have been placed in there in error," she protested, deeply embarrassed. "I'm sure there is something much more suitable."
    Leaping from the bed, no longer concerned for her sheer attire, she went up on her tip toes to try and grab the simple dress from his grasp as he held it away at arm's length. Blackhurst hooked an arm around her waist, drawing her in close. Angeline instantly stilled, taking in the warm scent of clove as she pressed against his hard chest.
    "Don't ever lie to me, little one," he said. His stern expression causing a flutter in her stomach. "I'm aware this dress is your own. I wish to see you garbed in something more innocent…more fitting than the wardrobe provided by Lady Herrington."
    "But…but the other guests…they will see…and…"
    "Hush, you need not worry. We will not be with the other guests today."
    Angeline's eyes glowed with pleasure, perhaps she was her mother's daughter after all, she thought! She must not be as dreadfully dull as she feared if this fine-looking lord wanted to spend the afternoon with her. She smiled at the thought.
    Blackhurst caressed her cheek with the tip of his finger. "You have the sweetest smile, my little angel. Now, off with this nightdress." He reached for the scalloped hem. Angeline shyly backed away.
    "Please, my lord, may I get dressed behind the privacy screen?"
    "If you ask me properly," he coaxed, leaning down close to her lips.
    "Please, my..." She paused at his raised eyebrow and then continued. "Please, Papa, may I get dressed behind the screen?" she breathed against his lips.
    After pressing his lips briefly against her own, he whispered, "You may, but hurry."
    Blackhurst gave her bottom a playful swat as she scurried across the room carrying her underthings and worn, print dress. Several minutes later she emerged looked fresh and innocent in her plain, unadorned gown.
    "You look adorable. Let's be on our way."
    "But I must put up my hair," she protested.
    "Leave it down. I like to see it curly and free down your back."
     
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