by Maggie Ryan
It was as if the woman didn’t exist as Louisa ignored her completely, her eyes drawn by a door that was slightly ajar. Clothing that was suited for someone far younger than she hung inside. A large armoire stood a few feet from the door and her eyes widened at the sight of it. The skin of her bottom crawled at the thought of this cabinet’s shelves containing anything close to the objects residing in the one in her husband’s study downstairs.
“Nooo,” she moaned, and unconsciously took several steps back. Her retreat was abruptly halted as she bumped into something soft yet solid. Whirling around, she looked startled to see the housekeeper shaking her head, a look of disapproval on her face as she took Louisa’s upper arm again. Louisa wailed louder, pulling away from the woman who, in the proper scheme of things, should have been deferring to the mistress of the house, but was instead pulling that same mistress toward her, turning her slightly and reaching down to swat Lady Wintercrest’s bottom.
Louisa was so shocked she froze in place, rubbing her bottom where it had just been smacked.
“That’s better,” the housekeeper said, releasing her arm. “Now that I have your attention, what were you told to do when your papa sent you to your nursery? If you don’t answer me right this moment, I promise I’ll take you over my own lap and spank the answer out of you!”
Louisa jumped at the threat, and instinctively knew it would be carried out without hesitation. She closed her eyes tightly, stammering, “He-he said to… to wa—wait for him.”
Mrs. Bremmer sighed deeply. “And how are you to wait, young lady? Standing here gaping at your toys, or perhaps standing elsewhere?”
Again Louisa’s face flamed as she answered, “In-in the… naughty-girl corner.”
“Then I suggest you put yourself there immediately, unless you wish to be found being disobedient yet again.” Louisa shook her head and practically knocked the woman over as she pushed passed her. Launching herself toward the corner, she pressed her nose hard into the wall, raised her arms, linking her fingers before placing her hands on the top of her head mere moments before she heard the door opening behind her.
“Thank you, Mrs. Bremmer, I see you managed to get our little one in position,” Edward said.
“I must confess, she only remembered how to properly place herself in her naughty corner after having a swat applied to her backside, my lord. That and the promise of a more thorough spanking if she didn’t remember her papa’s instructions.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs. Bremmer, and I certainly appreciate your help. As I told Louisa, I must accept part of the blame for the discord of our household. I’m afraid she’d only received the very most rudimentary training before Lucille came to Wintercrest. Everything shall be explained and problems remedied quickly. Until then, know that I shall turn to you when necessary to help with our little lady.”
Louisa’s face burned and her heart pounded. She was mortified that her husband stood discussing her as if she weren’t in the room, and especially with a paid servant. Never in her life had she felt such embarrassment—not even being bent over receiving a caning from the headmaster. She had intended to complain to her husband about the liberties Mrs. Bremmer had taken, but hearing his words, wondered if he truly intended to allow the older woman to not only touch, but to spank, his wife. Suddenly terrified that she already knew the answer, she pushed herself further into the wall wishing she had the power to step through the plaster. It didn’t matter that the room was flooded with light or that the walls were painted a bright cheerful color. Precious childhood toys and books on shelves did not change the truth. This nursery was still a place where she feared unspeakable things were going to happen.
Suddenly, she yelped, jerking her hand up after something sharp had stung her. She was shocked to find Mrs. Bremmer scowling at her and saw that no insect had stung her. It was a black strip of leather that had taken its bite from her flesh.
Giving the implement a shake, Mrs. Bremmer scolded, “You know better than that, missy. Get your hands where they belong, unless you want me to take my tawse to them again?”
Louisa shook her head, not even having been aware of the fact she’d dropped her hands, but immediately put them back on the top of her head. “I’m sorry, um, Mrs. Bremmer.”
“You may address me as ma’am when you are being tended to, and I daresay, it appears you will be requiring a great deal of attention in your training. Do you understand me, Louisa?”
Louisa didn’t understand at all, but did know the woman seemed to have no problem in slapping at her. Mrs. Bremmer was speaking as if she had no doubt or hesitancy in ordering Louisa about and, to Louisa’s shame, her own husband was not rushing to chastise the woman for her liberties. Louisa had found it quite romantic when Edward had told her the couple had met when working in the employ of his family years before he’d even been born. They’d fallen in love, married, and continued in service to this very day. She was far less entranced now learning that both Anna and Henri seemed to agree that his word was law and thoroughly approved of his way of life.
Louisa felt her eyes well up, even as she forced herself to answer, “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s a good girl. Yes, that’s much better.” Mrs. Bremmer turned back to face her employer. “Is there anything else, sir? I would be happy to stay and assist you.”
“I will take it from here Mrs. Bremmer,” Edward said. “Louisa and I have a great deal to discuss and not a lot of time before Lucille arrives home. However, I will definitely need your assistance tonight as both the girls will be attending to me in the study after dinner. Perhaps you could make sure that there are two strong and sturdy birches, well-brined, ready for this evening?”
From her place beside Louisa, Mrs. Bremmer gave him a curt nod, and with a glance to catch Louisa staring in shock at her. “Certainly, my lord. I shall cut and bind them myself. There is plenty of time for them to have a good soaking before you have need of them.” With a curt nod, she left the nursery, pulling the door closed behind her.
Chapter 7
Edward looked around the room and was pleased with what he saw. His wishes had been carried out and the nursery was bright, airy and full of pieces of his wife’s childhood. His glance again fell on Louisa. She was sniffling softly, and he knew she was aware of what would transpire later that day. However, the promised punishment was still hours away, and he had several things to attend to before then. He’d sent his housekeeper away as he felt Louisa would be far more receptive to learning the intimate details of what her future would hold without the woman’s presence. Knowing he had but a few hours before Lucille returned home, he called to his wife, “Come here, little one.”
This time, when she turned from the corner it was to find her husband standing before her but no longer with his arms open. Her steps were far more hesitant as she moved forward until she stood only a foot from him. Edward nodded and then turned to walk around her. Louisa stood still as a statue as if unsure what she was to do. He took his time as it was always a pleasure to gaze upon his wife’s beauty. He took in the fact that her hair was becoming a bit disheveled, strands of gold no longer neatly woven in tidy braids. Her skirt looked a bit rumpled from being hauled up and held above her waist both during her caning as well as her time spent at the wall. As he completed his circuit, coming to stand directly in front of her again, he could see the tracks of tears still on her cheeks though she was no longer crying. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she chewed on her bottom lip in a fit of nerves he could certainly understand.
“You’ve been a very naughty little girl haven’t you, Louisa?”
She gulped but managed to whisper, “Ye… yes, sir.”
Edward nodded and said, “Remove your clothing.”
Louisa looked taken aback at the curt order, her eyes darting from him to various areas of the room. Much as he had just done, she appeared to be assessing the new furnishings rather than doing what he expected her to do which was to obey him.
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bsp; “Edward, where did you get—ow!” she cried out loudly as his hand connected with her bottom. Even though her skirt, petticoat and bloomers provided her a barrier, he knew her bottom was highly sensitized due to the caning she’d received. She’d definitely feel the burn as he landed several swats. He had one hand on her arm and even as she began to twist and turn, trying to avoid the punishing hand, he continued to spank her until her feet were dancing in place.
After he felt he’d gotten her complete attention, Edward used his free hand to raise her chin, forcing her tearstained face to his. “I will not tolerate your disobedience any longer. You are mine and you will do as you are told—immediately when you are told. Now, remove your clothing,” he instructed again, releasing both her chin and her arm. She continued to sniffle as she lifted her hands and slowly tugged the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her heavy uniform skirt. He could see her fingers tremble as she worked on the buttons at the waistband of her skirt, pushing it down to the floor and stepping out of it. She untied her petticoat and he watched as it slid down to join the skirt on the floor. He twirled his finger in the air, indicating that she was to turn around. She did, and he began to work on the row of pearl buttons at the back of her blouse. When the last had been unfastened, he pushed it open. She shivered as she pulled it down her arms and then blushed when it stuck at her wrists. Edward pushed her fumbling fingers aside, adjusting the inside out fabric until he could see the tiny buttons on the cuffs. Working them through their holes, he freed her wrists. As she murmured her thanks, her face showing her embarrassment, his mind was considering how the simplest garment could provide quite the titillating possibilities in binding a little one. But those thoughts were for another day.
He saw Louisa standing, her efforts to disrobe having evidently ceased as she stood in her corset, chemise, stockings, boots and bloomers.
“Everything, Louisa. You won’t be needing clothing for a while, and certainly shall never wear this uniform again.”
“I-I know, but I-I can’t—”
“I assure you that you can,” he broke in, a bit surprised she continued to test him.
“No, I mean I can’t reach… please, will you help me with my corset?”
“Ah, of course,” Edward said, giving her a smile. “Turn around.” She twirled to present her back and he could feel her tremble as he began to loosen the laces of her corset. Once he was done, he circled her again, watching as she slowly allowed the barrier to slip from her body. Her chemise molded to the round mounds of her breasts, the thin fabric unable to conceal the fact that her nipples had already begun to furl tightly.
Stepping forward he filled his palms with the mounds of her breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks before fingers closed around each bud to pinch the tender flesh.
“Oh-oh, please.”
It might have been a cry for him to stop. It might have been a plea for him to continue, but neither mattered. He alone would decide the agenda. He set the rules and she would learn to follow them. Drawing another cry with a twist of his fingers, he watched as violet-blue eyes filled with pain and yet beneath the discomfort, he saw a swirl of regret when he released her nipples, the buds pressing hard against the confines of her chemise as if seeking his touch.
With a smile, he dropped his hands lower and cupped the firm generous globes of her bottom. Even with the barrier of her bloomers, his fingers found and traced over weals placed on her flesh by the cane. Her trembling increased, her soft moan the only sound in the room.
“Tell me, young lady, were you wet when you were caned?”
She gasped and stiffened, additional color racing up her neck to paint her face an even brighter shade of red. He chuckled and slipped his hand between her legs to cup her sex through the slit in her bloomers. She moaned, swayed and small hands reached to grab his upper arms as if needing his support as his hand continued to make its presence known, fingers probing, sliding, parting the lips of her sex, until he gripped the tender flesh hard and repeated his question.
“Were you wet, Louisa?”
She shook her head, her shame at the question belying her body’s response.
Stepping back, he gave his next command. “Chemise.”
Fingers shook as she slowly pulled the garment over her head. When her hands fluttered over her breasts, his correction was instant. “No! Keep your hands down. You know better now don’t you?”
She nodded and then yelped as she felt his hand slap hard against her right buttock.
“You also know to properly answer me, little lady.” He spanked her hard again until she went up onto her toes in an attempt to distance her bottom from his hand.
“I’m sorry, sir!” she cried as his hand connected once again.
Edward gave her a final swat before reaching to untie her bloomers. He watched her face as he very slowly, very deliberately pushed them down her legs, until they settled at her ankles. He adored watching her emotions, her shame flood her face, as she was stripped nude before him. He also saw her breasts flush a pretty pink color, her nipples standing like plump ripe raspberries in the center of dusky coral areolas. He had no doubt that he’d find her pussy even slicker should he reach between her legs again. His thought reminded him of his earlier question and the fact it had gone unanswered,
“I asked if you were wet during your caning, Louisa, and you’ve not yet given me a suitable answer.” She moaned and her eyes met his, pleading for his mercy. Edward knew it was difficult for her to speak of such things, but he wanted an answer, demanded it as his due. “You always become quite wet when I’ve punished you, little one. Tell me, did Headmaster Thorne’s caning cause your sex to cream?”
Louisa eyes glistened with unshed tears when she finally answered, “No-no, sir. I wasn’t wet down-down there.”
“Down where? I won’t warn you again, Louisa. Answer me, and do so properly.”
Louisa shook her head as a single tear slid down her cheek. “Please, Edward, please don’t ask me such things. It… it isn’t proper.”
Edward straightened from where he’d crouched before her to unbutton her boots, and without a word of warning, simply put one arm around her waist, lifted her completely off her feet and bent her over his knee. Even as she struggled to find some sense of balance in her impossible position, his hand began to slap onto her bottom, the sounds ricocheting like gunshots around the room. Her struggles increased as her feet kicked in the air as he continued to roast her bottom with his large hand. His voice calm and unhurried, he spoke above the cracks of his hand,
“Answer me properly, little lady. I warned you that my tolerance has come to an end. If I have to spend every hour of every day reddening your bottom to teach you respect, then I shall. I’ll continue spanking you until you answer the question you’ve been asked.”
As his tempo increased and his hand began to move down the backs of her legs, Louisa screeched, “Pussy! It’s my pussy, Papa!”
The spanking stopped immediately upon her response, and she was placed back onto her feet. Her hands flew behind her to clench at the throbbing skin of her bottom and her feet did a little dance as she jumped up and down to relieve the fire he had ignited. Edward knew he should not allow her to attempt to soothe the sting of her spanking, but found he enjoyed what he called her ‘hot bottom dance’.
He knew he was well on his way to putting his little one in the proper submissive state. She had finally called him Papa, and he found he had very much missed that form of address, which he preferred. He smiled, watching her antics for a few moments, before he reached out and forced her hands from her bottom. “Enough, Louisa. If you don’t want your bottom to burn, you must learn to answer me immediately, no matter if the question causes you shame.”
She continued to sob even as she felt his hand insinuate itself between her tightly clenched legs. He gave her a look of warning, and with a moan, she eased her feet apart just enough to allow his hand to find its goal. As his fingers slipped toward her little slit, sh
e keened as if she knew exactly what he’d find. Her modesty despite the fact that she was a wedded woman, her embarrassment over her body’s response, her shyness to be so touched all made the moment that much sweeter and Edward took his time, keeping his fingertip just a hairsbreadth away from her sex, as he looked deep into her eyes.
“I don’t believe you are being honest, Louisa. You were bent over with your bottom bare. You were being caned quite harshly and your little pussy wasn’t wet? Not at all, my dear? Not even a bit damp?”
Her face flushed as she whispered, “No… I mean yes, but… but not because of him, Papa. I-I wasn’t… not then… just when… when…” She broke off, unable to continue.
Edward allowed her a moment to compose herself, as he removed his hand from between her legs and knelt to remove her boots and stockings. Once she was completely nude, he gathered up her clothing and placed it on a small stool. When he turned to face her, she raised her eyes to his, hers wet with tears, her lips trembling. She was the picture of abject misery, a perfect portrayal of a little girl knowing she had been very naughty and was just moments away from paying a painful price. Edward’s heart swelled with love for his bride, though he continued to demand her embarrassing participation in her own chastisement.
“Tell me truthfully, little lady; when did you feel your sweet little pussy beginning to weep?”
She sobbed, acknowledging she’d not be allowed to remain silent and finally admitted the awful truth. “When-when you told me to present my bottom properly for the cane. When you told me to ask for an extra stroke.”
Edward was extremely pleased with her answer. He had learned within days of their marriage that she responded to punishment in a surprising, but extremely pleasing way. Though he had curtailed her true training for several weeks now, it seemed as if her body would constantly betray her. This confession validated what he’d thought the moment he’d seen her clenching her thighs when he’d given that order. She was responding to his voice and commands as well, without his even laying a hand on her. “That’s my very good little girl. I am pleased you spoke the truth, Louisa. It is a shame I had to spank your little bottom in order for you to answer me, though. It seems you are in need of much attention today. You have so many lessons to learn and, little one, you need not worry about what anyone else might think or believe. Your job is to worry about obeying me; not society. I will decide what is proper or not. I know you must be a bit confused, but that doesn’t negate the need for punishment, does it?”
