by Maggie Ryan
"That's my very, very good girl," he said as his fingers moved to caress her cheek. "You may release me when you are sure you have accepted it all and my cock is clean." She blushed hotly but immediately began to lave his cock with her tongue as if to be certain she would not give him cause to be disappointed. She finally opened her mouth and allowed him to slip free. She blushed when his cock, now semi-flaccid, fell to hang between his legs, his nest of pubic hair helping to conceal what she now knew was capable of being both extremely hard as well as extremely soft.
"Tuck me away," he said gently and watched as she very carefully did so. When he was buttoned, he bent forward and kissed her forehead. "You made a wonderful penance, little one. Go to the corner, where you shall think about your naughtiness and decide if you wish to accept your hot bottom as a reminder to behave, or if you shall continue to forget my rules, only to have a fresh layer of swats applied to your beautiful little rump," Lucas said as he helped her to stand. Her face was scarlet as she turned towards the corner on the other side of the room. She slowly walked to it, again conscious of her total nudity when she reached the corner and realized that she had nothing to hold in her hands, no need to keep clothing off her paddled bottom.
"When you are nude in the corner," Lucas said, calmly adoring the color he saw rising over the surface of her skin, "You shall put your arms behind your back, cup your elbows and remember to bend forward, your spanked bottom well-out, so it is easily seen. You will display your bottom or whatever part of you I've had cause to punish until you are released."
"Yes, Papa," she whispered, and was soon in the very position he described. Lucas was proud of her as she stood, nose tight to the wall, legs spread wide, her bottom pushed up and out so that anyone seeing would know she had been naughty and gotten her little bottom properly and harshly punished.
Lucy was still standing in the corner when Molly returned with the requested items. She poured a cup of tea for Lucas, and the two spoke quietly for a few minutes. Lucy strained to hear them, but their voices were too low. She heard the door open and close again, but it was still another several minutes before Lucas spoke.
"You may come out of your naughty corner," he said, knowing his words would both cause her to feel embarrassed as well as reinforce the fact that she had indeed been naughty. Lucy turned and suddenly felt extremely shy. Her day had started out with this man making love to her and had turned into a humiliating experience in the bath, an aching bottom, and an embarrassing and frightening lesson in what true penance would mean for the rest of her life. Knowing his bride was embarrassed as well as confused with all that had happened since their marriage, Lucas walked to within a few feet of the corner and opened his arms. Lucy suddenly flung herself into them, her arms wrapping around his neck as he easily lifted and carried her to the chair. He cradled her on his lap and wasn't surprised when she began to cry. The tears were not those of pain like those when she was being thrashed; these were tears releasing tension and embarrassment. He allowed her to cry as he held her close. When she began to calm, he bent to kiss her and was happy when she eagerly returned his kiss, her hands clasping his neck.
"You are forgiven, Kitten," he said softly.
She managed a small, quivering smile as her heart eased, though her bottom still ached where it was pressed against his hard thighs. "I'm really sorry, Papa," she whispered. "I ... I didn't mean to ... to be naughty so ... so soon." Lucas chuckled, wondering if she realized what she had said, somehow doubting that she had just admitted that she might often be his naughty little one.
"You are a very lucky little girl, Kitten," he said and smiled when her eyes met his. "You have a Papa that loves you very much and promises to always be there to tend to your bottom when you are naughty." He adored the look in her eyes and bent towards her until his lips brushed hers. "And promises to make sure you remember how very much you are loved." He sealed her small gasp of pleasure with his own lips and then stood, tea forgotten as he took her to the freshly made bed, anxious to prove his statement.
Chapter 9
The newlywed couple didn't leave their bedchamber for three days. Trays had been prepared and brought whenever Lucas pulled the bell cord and gave his requests to Molly. Lucas kept Lucy nude, tucked either in his bed or on his lap as he fed her small bites of food or lifted her glass so that she could sip her milk. She gradually grew more comfortable being nude when she realized that Molly was the only person to enter their room. She had not been naughty again, the spanking forgotten as the final welts disappeared from her bottom.
She had sat up and squealed with delight on the second day when Molly entered with a basket that contained a mewing ball of fluff. Lucas smiled as his own Kitten drew Cleo to her chest and began stroking her lovingly. Her eyes were bright, and she laughed when the small cat began to bat at the charm dangling between Lucy's breasts. Molly left and then returned with a tray that held their luncheon. Lucy sat on her husband's lap as he fed her, Cleo playing on the wide, soft bed. When the meal was finished, Lucas placed his bride on the bed and removed his own clothing. Lucy obediently put her arms above her head when he joined her on the bed. Lucas bent to kiss her lips and her breasts. He had just drawn a nipple into his mouth when suddenly he reared back with a sharp cry of pain. Lucy bolted up, her heart pounding.
"Hell," he uttered as he looked behind him to find Lucy's kitten clinging to his naked buttocks, her tiny claws deeply imbedded with her own fright. Lucy moved to his side and gently persuaded the cat to release its death grip on her husband. She placed the kitten on the far side of the bed before beginning to giggle uncontrollably as Lucas rubbed at the small scratches the cat's razor claws had caused to mark his bottom. Lucas looked at her in surprise and then growled deep in his chest. Lucy squealed as he dragged her to him, easily pressing her beneath him once more. Lucy was still giggling when Lucas climbed from the bed and shrugged into his dressing gown before pulling the bell cord. By the time Molly arrived, he had Cleo back in her basket and passed her to the servant. Molly said nothing but smiled, hearing the sounds of Lucy's laughter. After he made love to her, Lucy was resting against his chest, her fingers running through the soft hairs. She remembered her laughter and lifted her head.
"Papa?" she said tentatively and watched as Lucas slowly opened his eyes.
"Yes, Kitten?" he asked seeing the concern on her face.
"I ... I wasn't making fun when Cleo hurt your ... your..." she blushed and looked away from his face.
"My bottom?" he offered, with a chuckle. She nodded, barely able to suppress another giggle. Lucas smiled, loving the sound. "Don't worry, little one," Lucas said as she pressed her head back to his chest. "Just know that one Kitten in my bed is all that I desire." Lucy giggled again as they drifted into sleep.
During their confinement in the chamber, Lucas made love to her so many times that she had lost count, her own cries of intense pleasure truly echoing about the halls. Louisa had even smiled when she heard them one evening, cradled in her own husband's arms after he had made love to her as well.
On the morning of the fourth day, Molly appeared with fresh clothing, and though Lucy didn't like that she was being once more dressed far beneath her age, she didn't fight or question the servant. After her hair had been brushed and a large bow added to the back of her head, Lucas took her hand and led her from the room. He saw her blushing as they descended the stairs and could practically read her mind.
"I love you, Kitten," he reassured her as he led her into the dining room. Lucy found her eyes drift to her sister who gave her a beautiful smile.
"Good morning, Lucy," Louisa said, and was pleased to see Lucy smile in return.
"Sleep well?" Edward asked, causing her face to color even more hotly.
Lucas shot Edward a look that caused the man to chuckle. Lucas had to smile as well. "Yes, thank you," Lucas answered for the both of them.
Lucy gradually relaxed and discovered that, though she had enjoyed being held and fed, she was
so ravenous that she was soon forking food into her mouth as quickly as she could swallow.
"Lucy, slow down," Lucas admonished, with a grin. "No one is going to remove your plate until you have eaten your fill." She blushed again but remembered her table manners, eating much more slowly.
After the dishes had been cleared, the four retired to the library. Edward pulled Louisa down onto his lap, and Lucy wasn't surprised when she was lifted and settled upon her husband's. She was already growing accustomed to his holding her and relaxed into him, her cheek pressed to his chest.
"Several trunks were delivered yesterday when you were indisposed," Edward informed Lucas. "I've had them placed in the parlor. I gather you wish to make sure everything you have purchased is in order before sending them on to the station?" Lucy looked up at her husband, her eyes showing her confusion.
"Trunks?" she asked, and Lucas looked down at her.
"Yes, Kitten," he said, though knew he should probably remind her not to interrupt when adults were speaking. "I've purchased many items for you that you will need when we leave." For the first time, Lucy realized she would indeed being leaving Wintercrest.
"Leave?" she said as if the word was foreign.
"Yes, we shall leave for home in the morning," Lucas said. Lucy's heart began to race as her eyes darted to her sister. Louisa gave her a soft smile, but Lucy did not return it.
"But ... but, I don't wish to leave," she said, and saw Louisa's smile slip. Lucy looked at Edward and saw him frown. She sat up on Lucas' lap, her eyes returning to his. "I won't leave. This is my home ... Louisa is here!" Lucas would allow her questions but had no intention of allowing her to be disrespectful.
"Lucy, be still," he said. "You are being a silly little girl..." he said and then was utterly shocked when his sweet, submissive little one jumped from his lap, her hands ripping the white pinafore from her waist and throwing it onto her husband's lap.
"I am NOT a silly little girl," she screamed and then burst into tears, racing from the room before any of the three could react. Lucas looked stunned; Louisa briefly shut her eyes, knowing what was coming, and Edward stiffened. Lucas finally stood, the pinafore slipping to the floor. Edward set Louisa onto her feet.
"I see that your little hellcat is already testing your authority," Edward said, not truly surprised. Louisa stood quietly, her own hands twisting in the fabric of her pinafore.
Lucas met Edward's eyes and nodded. "I don't understand how she could think she would stay at Wintercrest," he said, his voice showing his disbelief. "She is married; she is my wife, and her home is at Hunter's Ridge with her husband," he said, his voice growing firmer with each word.
"Then I suggest you find your little one and remind her that her behavior is unacceptable and that her Papa makes the decisions," Edward suggested. Lucas nodded and looked towards the door. He had no idea where to look, and Wintercrest had several places where a small girl could hide. He began to step to the door when a small, soft voice halted him.
"She's probably in the garden," Louisa said, hating that she was tattling on her own twin, but knowing the longer they looked for her, the harsher her punishment was likely to be. She also hoped to be allowed to talk to her sister before any punishment was exacted on her bottom.
"I'll ... I'll show you," she offered. Edward nodded, taking her hand. Lucas understood where she was likely to lead but allowed her to guide him. They were soon in the gardens, the paths meandering deeper onto the property until he saw the huge weeping willow tree off the path. Louisa stopped and pointed. Lucas nodded and then bent to speak quietly with the young woman. Louisa nodded gratefully, and when Edward released her hand, she stepped off the path and walked to the tree. She could hear soft crying inside the hidden room. Louisa took a deep breath, looked back at the two men and then carefully parted the curtain of branches and slipped inside.
She saw her sister lying on her stomach on the thick bed of clover where they had made their flower chains. She knelt without a word, her hand going to stroke her sister's back. Lucy seemed unaware of her presence for several moments. When she opened her eyes and saw her twin, she sat up, and the girls were soon clinging to each other.
"Shhhh, Lucy," Louisa said, her arms tight around her sobbing sister. "Shhh, it will be all right."
Lucy shook her head, her tears again falling rapidly as she moaned. "Nooo..." She gasped, "I can't leave you." Louisa smiled softly, hearing not that her sister couldn't fulfill the roles she had vowed she would, but was fighting the thought of leaving the known comfort of her sister and the home where she had found shelter upon the deaths of their parents.
"Yes, you can," Louisa said softly. "Lucy, Lucas is your husband and your place is with him at his own home." She felt her sister pull away but kept her arms around her. "You know that what I say is true. I left you and our home when I wed Edward. My place is with him at Wintercrest; your place is with Lucas at Hunter's Ridge." Lucy's tears gradually stopped as she accepted the truth of her sister's words. She remembered that while she had felt saddened when her sister moved away, she had known it was the proper step into her future. She suddenly felt exactly like what Lucas had called her, a silly little girl. Remembering how she had screamed, how she had torn her pinafore off and actually thrown it at him, she began to tremble. "He is going to be so angry," she said, her eyes meeting her sister's.
She shuddered as she saw Louisa nod. "It was a very naughty thing to do, Lucy," Louisa said, not offering her sister false hope. "All you can do is apologize and accept his decision as to the consequences."
Lucy swallowed hard, her hands swiping at her cheeks to remove her tears. "But ... but what if he decides to ... to ... spank me?" she whispered.
Louisa reached out and hugged her again. "Then you will be the best little girl you can and accept his discipline," she said. "It will always be so, Lucy. You've learned that while at Wintercrest, and I fear it won't change, even with your move to Hunter's Ridge." Lucy blushed as she remembered her husband had already spanked her twice. She shuddered as she thought about how he would remind her of her place.
Louisa saw her nod and offered her a small smile. "He's waiting outside," she said, her eyes moving to where the branches hid them. Lucy followed her gaze and nodded. Louisa stood and offered her hand to her twin. "It would be better if you go to him. Don't make him come for you." Lucy nodded again, and Louisa gave her another hug and kissed her cheek before stepping to the branches. "You love him and he loves you," she reminded, before stepping through the concealing limbs. Edward and Lucas were standing a few feet away. Louisa shivered as she saw what Lucas was doing but nodded and went to her husband. Edward took her hand and led her back towards the house.
Lucas continued paring leaves from the two long willow branches he had cut from the tree while the girls talked. Edward had remained silent as he watched his friend prepare the implements. Lucas had just folded his knife and slipped it into his pocket when the branches parted, and his wife slowly stepped forward. She hesitated at the sight of the switches, understanding exactly where they would be applied. She took a deep breath and forced herself to continue forward until she was but a few steps from her husband.
"I'm sorry, Papa," she said softly. "I ... I'm sorry I yelled at you and ... and threw my ... my apron." The words reminded her of how silly she must have looked, screaming and tearing at her clothing, throwing yet another tantrum in front of the man she loved.
Lucas looked down at her and knew she was indeed sorry. "I'm sorry as well," he said. For a brief moment, Lucy found herself hoping he would toss aside the switches and take her in his arms, assuring her that she was forgiven. Instead, he reached down and took her hand and led her to a small bench next to the path. He turned her to face it. She felt his fingers on the buttons down the back of her dress. She barely breathed as each was undone, until her dress was open. He lifted its hem.
"Arms up," he said, and when she obeyed, he drew the dress over her head. She blushed as he laid it aside, h
er breasts now covered only by a thin chemise. She felt him untie and then lower her petticoats. "Step out," he ordered and they were soon on the bench as well. Standing outside, dressed only in her thin chemise, drawers, stockings and shoes, she felt horribly exposed.
"Please, Papa..." Lucy begged, looking around her. "Please ... not ... not here ... not out ... outside."
"Bare your bottom," he said, ignoring her pleas. Lucy began to cry even as her fingers fumbled at the tie to her drawers. She felt them slip down her bottom and forced herself to release them to puddle at her feet. Lucas bent and helped her step from them where they joined the rest of her clothing. Her tears flowed faster as he made a point of raking his eyes up and down her almost nude form. "Tell me, Lucille," he ordered as his eyes captured hers, "why are you standing basically naked outside, where anyone might come along to see you?" Her face flooded with color as she again looked around as if expecting to see people gawking at her body. Lucas gave her a quick swat, which quickly returned her attention to him. "Answer me."
