by Maggie Ryan
"That's my good girl. Go now to the corner and display that naughty red bottom," he said, and helped her to stand. She was soon in the corner, her bottom properly pushed out into the room, her legs open just a bit, her hands lifting the front of her dress to her waist, the back fabric still tucked into the waistband of her pinafore. Lucas stood and returned the paddle to the cabinet and locked the doors. As Lucy spent her time in the corner, he unrolled his sleeves and put on his jacket. He would normally require she spend at least a half hour, usually more, in the corner after he had roasted her bottom but knew she had to be not only exhausted, but hungry. After only fifteen minutes, he again seated himself on the settee. He smiled as he saw the drawers she had shed and looked at his wife as she slowly composed herself.
"Come here, Kitten," he said softly, and was rewarded when Lucy immediately turned and ran towards him. He opened his arms, and she flung herself into them. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her as she buried her face in his neck.
"I'm sorry; please forgive me," she said, her voice threatening to break into tears again.
"You are forgiven, Kitten," Lucas said, moving his hands to cup her face before he kissed her. "I love you, Lucy." She felt her insides burn as hot as her bottom as his lips pressed against hers. She moaned with a need for something, a need she had felt growing from the first moment he had touched her. It was a need that had not disappeared as he paddled her so fiercely but had only grown at every stroke. Lucas broke away and saw the raw need on her face. He knew he could easily allow himself to forget his own rules in order to satisfy that need. He forced himself to be strong as he lifted her off his lap, chuckling when she attempted to remain there.
"Come, Kitten, let's get you back into your drawers, shall we?" he asked, loving the blush that immediately colored her face when she realized she was still half-naked. She obediently stepped into her drawers and was both happy and somewhat sad when he tied the ribbon and then adjusted her dress. He finally stood and took her hand. As he opened the door, she found herself not wishing to leave the room. She knew the entire household was aware that she had been naughty and would now know she had also been punished by her husband.
"There is no need to be embarrassed, Lucille," Lucas said gently as he drew her closer to his side. "Be embarrassed when you are misbehaving, but once punished, you have no reason to feel ashamed." She nodded and allowed him to lead her into the dining room.
Chapter 5
Edward and Louisa were both seated, their luncheon half-eaten. Lucas helped Lucy into her seat noticing, but not mentioning, that she both winced and moaned as her weight settled onto her well-spanked rear. He knew it would continue to ache for several hours but knew she had earned that ache.
Lucy ate her lunch after she realized that her punishment would not be discussed. She looked up to see her sister looking at her and smiled. Louisa smiled back, her own bottom aching from the intense paddling she had received for attempting to interfere in her sister's spanking. Mrs. Bremmer approached the table to pour Lucy's milk. Lucas was proud when his wife thanked the woman politely.
"You are welcome, Lucille," Anna said with a smile.
Lucy watched as Anna moved around the table to assist Louisa from her chair. Edward lifted his hand to stop her.
"I will put Louisa down for her nap, Anna," Edward said. Anna's look showed her confusion as she always put her girls to bed. Lucas saw the look and spoke quietly.
"Thank you, Edward," he said before addressing the housekeeper. "Mrs. Bremmer, I trust you have made the proper preparations for Lucille's cleansing?" Lucy wasn't sure what her husband meant but saw Louisa's head whip up and her eyes widen, her mouth open as she gave a small gasp. Lucy turned to look at Lucas, who was calmly drinking from his glass. Her eyes returned to see Edward assist Louisa from her chair, his head bent close to hers as he whispered into her ear.
"Louisa," Lucy said, wanting to run to her twin. "Wait ... what...”
"Have a good rest, Lucille," Edward said, not allowing his wife to speak. Louisa managed a small nod before she was led from the table. Her heart ached for her sister, but her own aching bottom reminded her that the girls were definitely, not in control of their own lives. Lucy watched the two leave the room and found Mrs. Bremmer standing at her chair, her hand held out for Lucy's own.
"I ... I don't understand," Lucy said, ignoring the gesture and turning again to her husband. "I ... I bathed this morning. I ... I usually don’t...”
"Lucy," Lucas said as he set his glass onto the table. "I believe you were promised that if a reoccurrence of cursing occurred, you would find more than your mouth cleansed. Am I correct?" he asked, leaning forward a bit in his chair. Lucy shook her head, her confusion written across her face.
"I ... I didn't curse again," she said. "I ... I haven't since you washed my mouth this morning."
"Ahh, but, little one, I believe that is the second time you've given me cause to wash naughty words from your mouth? Though, I do admit, the first was done by Mrs. Bremmer at my request," Lucas said, and watched as the memory of the evening when she had cursed while mending her torn dress washed away her confusion. She whipped her head around when she felt Mrs. Bremmer reach out and take her hand.
"But ... I ... I don't know what you mean...." she attempted as she was practically pulled from her chair, her bottom protesting as she slid across the seat.
"Go with Mrs. Bremmer, Lucille," Lucas said firmly. "I shall be up in a while to tuck you into bed for your nap." Lucy wanted to pull away from Anna's hold. She wanted to be in Lucas' arms seeking comfort. The look on her sister's face alerted her to the fact that while Lucy was ignorant of what her husband had meant, Louisa was most definitely well-aware of what was going to happen, and from the look on her twin's face, it was not going to be pleasant.
"No more questions, Lucille," Anna said sternly as she marched her charge towards the stairs. Lucy didn't speak; she was forced to practically run to keep up with the housekeeper's large steps. Lucas watched them go and knew that his young bride would soon discover that curse words were simply not something he would ever allow his little one to utter.
Lucy soon found herself in her bedroom, her pinafore being untied and set aside. She raised her arms dutifully when told, so that her dress could be removed. As it was also set aside, she saw Molly appearing from the small water closet.
"Is everything prepared?" Anna asked as she knelt to slip Lucy's shoes from her feet.
"Yes, Ma'am," Molly said, her eyes briefly meeting Lucy's before raising them to meet the housekeeper's. Anna untied the yellow ribbons that held Lucy's stockings and began to unroll the first stocking. She nodded and looked at Molly.
"Did you use plenty of soap?" she asked. Molly nodded again, her own face flushing. Anna looked towards the bed.
"You may prepare the bed," Anna said, removing the second stocking. Lucy saw Molly's eyes dart towards the bed, and her confusion grew when the girl spoke.
"I ... I forgot...." Molly said, her hands fluttering at her sides. Anna sighed heavily as she stood again.
"You were told, Missy," Anna said, as she unbuttoned the tiny buttons of Lucy's chemise in preparation for its removal. "Run upstairs and get the items, quickly now." Molly bobbed her head and actually ran to the door. Lucy found her chemise removed and the tie to her drawers being unfastened. She realized that she would soon be completely nude, and her confusion reached its peak.
"Why must I bathe again?" she asked, knowing it was unusual to have a bath before she took a nap. Anna shook her head.
"Step out," she ordered, and Lucy obeyed. She shivered, as she stood nude, her body flushing in embarrassment. Anna soon had Lucy standing between her thighs as her hair was brushed.
Upstairs, Louisa lay quietly on her changing table, trying not to think about what must be happening in Lucy's room. Edward had positioned her on her stomach, and she shivered when his hand patted her bottom. It was covered with white spots from her paddling, some raised in t
iny blisters. While Lucy had been paddled with a thin, limber paddle, Louisa's bottom had been subjected to a rigid leather paddle that had dozens of small holes drilled through it. Each stroke of the leather had left raised echoes of the holes all across the surface of her rump. She shuddered as her husband's fingers traced a few of the raised marks. He was applying a salve to the blisters he had put on her rear, when a timid knock sounded on the door.
"Come," he said, his head turning towards the door. It slowly opened, and Molly stepped into the nursery. Her eyes flew to the table and then away when she saw Louisa's face flush with shame at her condition. She dropped a small curtsy.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Sir," Molly said quietly. "I ... I forgot some ... some things for Mrs. Bremmer." Edward nodded and wiped his fingers free of the salve before pulling a key from his pocket. Molly walked forward to accept it, her eyes dropping to see the evidence of Louisa's punishment. Edward watched as she knelt to take a few things from the shelf beneath the table. He nodded as he again dipped his fingers into the jar of salve before moving to his wife's bottom.
"That's fine, Molly," he said. "Take whatever you need, though I see Lord Huntington will need to make some purchases of his own." Molly nodded and walked to the large cabinet, a replica of the one in Edward's study. She unlocked the doors, her eyes widening at the large array displayed before her. She found what she needed on the bottom shelf and took the items. Edward nodded. "Just leave the key in the door," he instructed, and she gratefully did so before running from the room. Edward chuckled, knowing that Anna was probably perturbed by the girl's forgetfulness. Displacing Lucy from his mind, he returned his attention to his own little one. He finished applying the salve and gave her bottom a final pat before turning her onto her back. Her face was red with embarrassment that he knew was a result of the interruption. He lifted Louisa's legs to slide a nappy under her now-slick bottom. She squirmed a bit as he laid her down onto the fluffy fabric and slid his fingers over her sex. He grinned as she moaned when his fingers slid into her only the tiniest bit. Her eyes immediately found his, as he required, her own quickly shining with her need for release. He began to slide his fingers slowly in and out of her, watching as she began to tremble. As he played with her, he remembered how she had looked, bent over the foot of their bed, her bottom twisting and churning as he repeatedly applied the stiff leather to her tender skin. She had bounced on her toes, screeching and begging for him to stop. Edward had ignored her pleas, showing no mercy until the blisters he had promised her began to appear on her scarlet rear. She had barely been able to compose herself before she was sobbing again when her hot, punished bottom was pressed against her heels as she was placed between his legs. He had heard her small whimper of discomfort as she released his shaft from his trousers, her whisper as she asked permission to perform her duty. He had watched as her mouth opened to take him inside, her blonde head bobbing up and down as she made a proper penance. While her small tongue licked up and down his shaft, her lips tightening around the mushroom head of his cock as she used her mouth to draw him to his culmination, he had briefly wondered if Lucas had already pressed Lucy to her own knees to teach her what she would always be required to do after her bottom had been paddled. The girls would always be required to submit to this act, to take their husband's cocks into their mouths and to accept their tribute as penance for their transgressions. It was a very effective lesson in submission.
While they would pay the proper penance after a paddling, bringing their husbands to their own pleasure, he knew Louisa would never be sure she would be allowed her own culmination. He felt his fingers, slick with her own arousal, her small chest heaving as she was brought close to the brink. He slowly withdrew his fingers and allowed them to give her straining clitoris a small pinch. She gasped as her hips lifted, her head thrown back as she felt her body begin to spiral up to a great height. Edward smiled as he withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers on a cloth. Louisa moaned, her body throbbing with the denial. Edward bent to place a quick kiss on a rigid nipple and then the other before placing a kiss on her lips.
"Naughty little girls don't get pleasured," he reminded her as he pulled the nappy closed over her throbbing bottom and aching sex. "Perhaps you'll let this hurtful bottom and aching little pussy remind you of that fact." She nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment at her wanton display, her need seeming to grow as he denied her release. Edward pulled a nightgown over her head and soon had her settled into her crib, her doll in her arms.
As Edward placed her pacifier in her mouth and buckled it behind her head, he spoke firmly. "I know you believe I wasn't aware that you continued to speak after I warned you of the consequence for doing so," he said and saw her flush of acknowledgement. "While I always expect an answer from you and appreciate your apology, you disobeyed my instruction to remain silent. You shall not have your pacifier removed for the rest of the day, except to eat." She slowly nodded, her eyes showing her acceptance, as well as her knowledge of the embarrassment she would feel as she spent the rest of the day sucking on a pacifier that so completely filled her mouth that she was rendered unable to speak. Edward laid her onto her back and placed her restraints on her wrists, as well as her ankles. She moaned, knowing she would spend the next few hours trying to sleep despite the burning in her bottom, only rivaled by the burning between her legs.
"Sleep well, little one," Edward said, and bent to kiss her cheek. "I love you, little lady," he said and then ran a hand across her body. "Perhaps if I feel you are obedient and accept your lesson of silence, I shall allow you to scream with your pleasure tonight." He adored the flush that suffused her cheeks and left her to think about her own need to remember to behave.
Molly ran into Lucy's room and was soon at the bed spreading something across the quilt. Lucy watched, trying not to wiggle while Mrs. Bremmer finished brushing her hair and braiding it. As Molly moved away from the bed, Lucy saw a large rounded pillow lying in the center of what appeared to be some type of red mat.
"What ... what's that?" she asked, though her voice seemed unsure of desiring an answer. Anna stood and took her hand.
"That, young lady, is a rubber sheet and a punishment pillow," Anna said firmly. "You will lie over the pillow on your tummy so that I can tend to your bottom." Lucy's eyes seemed glued to the bed, even as she felt herself being helped up onto its surface.
"But ... I ... I don't understand," she finally managed to squeak out. "I thought you were going to ... to bathe me. Why ... why is there a rubber mat?""Lucille, you aren't a stupid girl," Anna said as she guided the woman to lie over the pillow. "You are to be cleansed, Lucille, not bathed. The mat assures that your linens will not be soiled during your cleansing." Lucy was still confused but felt immediate shame flood her as she realized that both the firmness of the large pillow as well as its height would force her bottom to stick up high into the air. She whimpered as her shoulders were pushed down until her torso lay flat on the rubber surface. She shivered at the unpleasant chill of the rubber as her breasts came into contact with the mat. She seemed to suddenly realize once again that she was totally nude. Lucy attempted to rise, only to feel the housekeeper's hand on her back.
"Lay still, Lucille," Anna said as she moved the small woman further forward so that her bottom was properly positioned. "You did not learn to curb your tongue when you first had it soaped and were warned at that time that this would be the next step in attempting to teach you not to curse. If soaping your mouth is not enough to cleanse you of filth, I am sure that a hot and soapy enema shall do the trick." Lucy's eyes flew wide as she again attempted to rise, the words finally making the promised cleansing clear.
"No! Oh, Lord, please ... please...." she began to beg only to have her bottom slapped hard. “Stay still!" Anna ordered. "If you attempt to rise again, I shall tie you to the bed, and you can explain to your new husband that you still continue to be disobedient!" Her threat froze Lucy for an instant before she collapsed onto the bed. She felt a
shame she had never before experienced flood through her at the thought of what was going to happen. She began to whimper, her eyes filling as she saw Molly step from the water closet and saw what she was holding.
A large, bulging red bag was in one hand while a length of tubing was coiled in another. Lucy slammed her eyes shut when she saw what was dangling from the end of the tubing. She had not been given an enema since she was a very young child, and her mother gave that when she had been ill. Lucy understood that this was not going to be the same. She continued to whimper as Anna took the bag from Molly and hung it from a newly installed hook on one of the four bedposts and allowed the tubing to uncoil. She laid the tubing on the bed at Lucy's side while she nodded to Molly. Molly removed the top from a large crock of lubricant. She held it steady and watched as the housekeeper picked up the nozzle. Lucy smelled something unfamiliar and opened her eyes to see Anna dipping the nozzle into the jar.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhh please," Lucy begged, her eyes refusing to look away. The nozzle appeared huge, and her bottom clenched tightly in frightened anticipation of where the nozzle would soon be going. "It ... I can't ... it's too ... too big...." she stammered and then again attempted to rise when Anna lifted the nozzle and spoke to Molly.
"Go ahead and put a small dollop on her bottom-hole," she instructed. "You will not normally allow the additional lubricant, especially when giving a punishment enema, but since this is Lucy's first, we may be a bit more lenient." Molly dipped her fingers into the jar and moved towards the bed. Lucy screeched and rolled off the pillow, only to feel her leg captured and herself being hauled back over the pillow. Molly froze and then accepted the nozzle from Anna as the older woman reached into her pocket. Before Lucy could even think, her already-tender bottom was being smacked again and again with the tawse Anna had pulled from her pocket. Lucy was soon screeching and attempting to roll off the pillow and away from the hated leather.
