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bathing. She had heard that some of the finer homes had pipes that brought hot and cold water right into the home, but didn’t believe it. There was a massive marble tub filled to the brim with steaming water. A long table against the far wall was topped with fluffy linens, soaps and fragrant oils. It even had a small fireplace to heat the room. Alex knelt in front of the tub and carefully lowered her into the water.
    There was a quick sting as the warm water hit her still sore bottom but it was fast forgotten as she sunk shoulder deep into the soothing heat. The best she had ever experienced was a lukewarm hip bath, and that was long ago.
    Pip closed her eyes and savored the feeling of warmth. She inhaled the sweet, floral scent of the water. Her eyes were still closed when she felt the soft brush of a cloth over her breast.
    “What are you doing?” she gasped, trying to shield her breasts from his touch.
    “Hush. I’m bathing you. Now lie back and do not fuss. I will not hesitate to snatch you out of that bath and give you another spanking on your wet bottom,” he warned.
    Cautiously she leaned back, but kept her eyes on him, taking in his rolled up sleeves exposing heavily muscled arms with a slight dusting of dark hair. His hands were large. They looked strong and masculine. Pip shivered despite the heat of the water.
    Alex tenderly stroked the soapy cloth over each breast, careful to avoid the red lashes left by the bindings.  The harsh marks cooled his ardor and brought out the protector in him. “Do the welts bother you?”
    “You get used to it,” she whispered, unwilling to admit to him how much her boyish attire hurt her both physically and emotionally.
    He continued to bathe her, lightly brushing down each arm and making broad calming circles on her back. So as not to alarm her, he then started at her feet. He slowly moved the cloth over her ankles and calves, occasionally letting his fingertips touch her skin. Without conscience thought, Pip’s eyes closed as she leaned back. Lulled into a calm, drowsy state, she barely murmured when the cloth brushed the juncture of her thighs. Alex lightly caressed her through the cloth till her legs parted further on their own accord.
    Dropping the cloth, he pushed his thumb through her soft folds till it grazed her clit. Her full pink lips opened on a gasp, but her eyes remained closed. Watching as a deeper flush appeared on her cheeks and the dark fan of her eyelashes flickered with each light movement, he swirled his thumb around her clit, applying the slightest pressure on each downward stroke. When he saw her pink nipples peak above the water with her faster breathing, he increased the rhythm, knowing she was close. When her hand reached out to grasp his forearm, he knew she was there. He plunged two fingers deep into her cunny, relishing not only in her tight, clenching passage but in the irrefutable evidence of her maidenhood. He was never letting her go, he thought with a smile.
    Light-headed and spent, Pip raised confused eyes to Alex. Using the same thumb that had just brought her such great pleasure, he gently caressed her full bottom lip.
    “That is a taste of the pleasure that can be found under my care, Kitten.”
    Still caught in his sensual haze, she asked “Why do you insist on calling me ‘Kitten’ and ‘little one’? My name is Pip.”
    “I call you Kitten,” he answered as he prepared to wash her hair, “because you have the large beautiful eyes of a kitten, full of curiosity and mischief.” He lathered her chin-length, curly locks with lavender soap, massaging her scalp. “I shall never call you Pip,” he added with perhaps more force than was necessary. “Pip is a boy’s name. The name of a street thief. You are now my Penelope. My cute, little Kitten.” He rinsed her hair and then bade her to stand. Wrapping her in a large blanket that had been warmed by the fire, Alex carried her back into his chamber.
    There was a large plush