by Maggie Ryan
She nodded again 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 nipples tighten and her breasts flush a pretty pink color, and knew he would find her wet between her legs. 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. Answer me.” She moaned and her eyes met his, pleading for his mercy. Edward knew it was so hard for her to speak of such things but knew he wanted an answer, and 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 felt her eyes fill, and she finally answered, “No… no sir. I… I wasn’t wet down there.”
“Down where? I won’t warn you again, Louisa. Answer me, and do so properly.”
Louisa shook as she felt a tear slide down her cheek. “Please… please Edward, please don’t ask me such things. It… it isn’t pro… proper.” Edward stood from where he had been kneeling when removing her drawers, and without a word of warning, simply put one arm around her waist, lifted her 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 like gunshots echoing around the room. Her struggles increased as her little feet kicked in the air. Soon she was screeching and begging, “No… please no more. Please! Please Sir, I’m sorry!” Edward ignored her cries and 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 roasting your bottom to teach you respect, then I shall. I’ll continue spanking you until you answer the question you’ve now been asked twice.”
Louisa screeched as his tempo increased and his hand began to move down the backs of her legs. The pain was sharp and burning. She finally screamed, “My pussey! It’s my pussey, 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 relieve 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 she forced herself to ease her feet apart just enough to allow his hand to find its goal. As his fingers slipped to her little slit, she sobbed harder, knowing he would find her quite damp indeed. She felt humiliated at her body’s betrayal; her tummy clenched and a tingle began between her legs.
Edward kept his fingertip just a breath 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 pussey wasn’t wet? Not at all, my dear? Not even a bit damp?”
It was as if he could read her mind, something she almost believed he could. Her face flushed even as she whispered, “Not from him Pa… Papa… just when… when… ” She couldn’t 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 them on a small stool. When he turned to face her, she raised her eyes to his, hers wet with tears, her lip 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 little 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 pussey becoming wet?”
She sobbed knowing she had lost and admitted the awful truth. “When… when you told me to pre… present my bot… bottom to the ca… cane and ask… 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. With this latest confession, he learned that she was also 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 my sweet one is in need of much attention today. You have so many lessons to learn and, sweetie, 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?”
She broke and began to sob, “Please… please Sir… please don’t spank me again.” Edward reached up and stroked her cheek, his thumbs wiping away the tears as they fell from her eyes. “But I must. I must teach you to be a good girl, Louisa. You have only begun to learn what I demand of you, and we will discuss this further. However, our time alone grows short, and I need to tend properly to your little bottom. First we need to address your deceit.” Louisa began to shake even harder as he took her hand and led her to the washstand. He looked down at her and said, “You know that I will never tolerate lying, young lady. Lying is a very nasty habit, which will always be punished. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Louisa’s face turned red, as she did as he ordered. She stood beside him, her mouth open as she watched him pour some water into the bowl on the washstand. He picked up the bar of soap and a cloth. She began to whimper as he worked a large amount of suds into the cloth and then turned to her. She took a step back and shook her head as he raised the cloth to her mouth.
“Don’t” was all he said, his voice low, but his authority absolute. He put one hand behind her head to hold her in place. His eyes locked with hers and she found herself opening her mouth even wider. He pushed the horrid cloth inside and began to scrub every inch of her mouth. Louisa began to struggle against his hold, the soap filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. He ignored her gasps, easily able to restrain her small body with just the hold of his one hand. “Be still, Louisa. Naughty, deceitful children need to have their mouths washed out. A good soaping will help you remember to choose your words more carefully. Stick that tongue out for Papa.”
Shame engulfed her as she gagged, but obediently offered him her tongue. He scrubbed the entire surface of her tongue making sure soap covered every inch. He made sure to scrub the surface of every tooth and the roof of her mouth. Soap was foaming from her lips as he finally removed the cloth. She gagged again, wanting to retch into the bowl.
“You will keep your mouth closed and think about why little girls should ne
ver lie to their Papas. You lied to Mrs. Bremmer as well, and for that she will be giving you quite a thorough washing herself after your nap.” Her eyes grew huge and she shook her head as if begging him to reconsider. Edward simply chuckled and dried his hands on the towel hanging from the washstand. “I see you remember your last cleansing, my dear. Again, I take part of the blame. If I hadn’t forestalled your training, perhaps the need for a reminder wouldn’t be necessary. Reminded, though, you shall be. Now, you may spit out the soap but no rinsing. I want the taste of it coating your mouth while I tend to your bottom.” Louisa spit repeatedly into the bowl trying desperately to remove all traces of the soap. However, the ridges of her teeth captured flakes that she was unable to remove without a thorough and repeated rinsing. Edward pulled her away from the washstand after wiping her mouth dry. “Come little girl; enough stalling. It is time for your spanking and then a nice nap before dinner.” Louisa began to sob harder, though she didn’t try to pull away as Edward sat himself on the ottoman and pulled her over his knees.
She struggled as best she could, her hand flailing behind her as she cried, “You spanked me already! Please, Papa, don’t! Please… I’m sorry!” She found herself tipped forward, and squealed as she had to use both hands to grip his leg in an effort to once again find her balance. She was soon wailing, as his hand connected again and again and again with the already punished skin of her upturned bottom.
“That was not a proper punishment Louisa. Those little swats were necessary to get your attention. I will never consider a few swats enough to discipline my little girl. You deserve far more than that.” Louisa disagreed, as he continued to ignore her pleas for mercy. His hand traveled all over her bottom, from the top of her buttocks to the fleshy curve where her bottom met the tops of her thighs. Once he’d reddened her entire bottom, his hand moved to travel down the backs of her thighs. She jerked over his lap and one hand flew back, as she screeched with the pain burning into this very tender area.
“No! Noooo… it hurts! No Papa… no more… please stop!” Louisa begged, trying to twist off his huge lap, without success. Edward gave a loud sigh and to her shock, his hand stopped its incessant attack. Louisa returned her hand to the floor, sobbing with relief that the horrible spanking was finally over.
Edward smiled, knowing she thought she had won. He rubbed her hot bottom for a few moments and then, his voice low, said, “You know better, young lady. Keep your hands down, Louisa. If you release my leg once more, I shall tie you and add a good, hard paddling to your punishment,” Edward warned, and waited until she once again gripped his calf, her sobs growing louder as she realized the spanking was not yet complete. “You will never decide when your punishment is over. That is my job; your job, Louisa, is to learn to be a good little girl. Your only job is to learn to obey and please your Papa. Now, present yourself properly for the remainder of your spanking. Let’s see how well you remember one of your very first lessons.”
Louisa’s face flamed even as her legs shifted apart on their own accord. Edward watched as she slowly opened herself to him, but was still not satisfied. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and pushed the leg away.
“Missy, you are deliberately being naughty. Open your legs wide and get up on your toes, heels turned out. Present your bottom to your Papa and ask for your spanking.” Louisa sobbed harder, her heart pounding, as she fought against the shame of the required position. After a quick hard swat on her tender inner thigh, she was soon arching her back; her legs spread obscenely wide, all her womanly charms visible to his eyes, as he tilted her even further forward. She shuddered as she felt his fingers dip between her thighs and trace the opening of her body. Her stomach lurched, even as she tried to contain a moan.
Edward grinned and embarrassed her further. “Hmmm, you are very, very wet. Your little pussey is dripping on my finger. One would almost think you want this spanking to continue. Now, ask for your lesson, Louisa or I will have to begin again, and we both know this bottom has more attention to receive this evening.”
His reminder of another dose of discipline caused Louisa to sob, but promise herself to do what he said. “I’m… I’m sorry I… I was naughty. Please Sir… please may I have my span… spanking?”
“Certainly, my dear,” Edward answered. His hand began to spank her in earnest, and soon her cries filled the sunlit room. She writhed and squirmed across his knees as his hand connected again and again on her bouncing bottom. Despite the still quite visible cane wheals that decorated the well-rounded bottom, Edward didn’t stop until he had covered every inch of her bottom and the backs of both her thighs. When she collapsed and broke position from the pain, Edward simply paused and forced her to apologize, return to the exposed position and repeat her request for her spanking.
Louisa finally realized that he would continue to spank her for as long as he deemed necessary, despite her repeated pleas and promises for better behavior. Edward sensed her surrender and smiled. His hand gave her a dozen more extremely hard swats before resting on the swollen and hot skin of her very red bottom cheeks. She continued to cry for several moments until she realized her spanking had ended. After a few additional moments, she felt him guiding her off his lap to kneel between his spread legs. She knew she looked horrid, her eyes swollen by crying, her nose running, her cheeks stained with her tears and tendrils of her hair plastered to her face. She also knew she could find herself right back over his knees if she failed in what was expected. Blushing furiously, she forced her eyes to his and remembered another lesson her husband had taught her.
“Thank you for my spanking, Papa. May… may I make my pen… penance?” Edward was pleased yet again. She might have been extremely naughty today, but some of his lessons were obviously being imprinted on his young wife. She looked absolutely perfect to him. Her eyes were huge; her thick lashes sparkled from yet unshed tears; her lips were slightly parted as she calmed down from her spanking, her lips trembling and her hands hovering as if desperate to comfort the extremely hot surface of her plump, beautifully crimson bottom. His hand reached out to stroke her cheek, and she pressed her face into his palm, as if seeking comfort from his touch.
“Yes, little lady, make your penance.” Louisa nodded and her hands reached up to unbutton his pants. Edward didn’t help or even move as she slowly removed his thick cock. He was already hard, and had been since he had first taken his little one across his lap. He was growing longer and harder as her little hands stroked up and down his shaft. He smiled, knowing she was delaying the inevitable, but would offer her no assistance. If she failed in making a proper penance, then he would not fail to give her a proper punishment. As if she could read his thoughts, she bent her head forward and opened her mouth. Her sweet tongue flicked out from between her lips to touch the head of his shaft. He watched as she lapped at his slit and received his pre-come into her mouth.
She moaned softly and swallowed before opening her mouth wider. She remembered how he could punish her if she failed to prove her contrition by making the proper penance. Her recently spanked bottom clenched, even as she took more of him inside her mouth. She heard him give a soft groan and her heart beat more rapidly. She felt his shaft enlarge yet again in her mouth and move further into her throat. Edward placed one hand at the back of her head and gave her a gentle push. Louisa gagged, as his length intruded into her throat.
Edward didn’t allow her to release him. Instead, he said quietly, “Remember your training. Learn, little girl. Learn how to please me when making your penance.” Louisa felt her mind finally release, and concentrated on pleasing her husband. She struggled to remember what she had been taught – what her husband demanded of her. Her tongue licked at the underside of his shaft as she began to suckle. Edward moaned deeply, his wife’s attentions pleasing him greatly. “Good girl, that’s my good girl. Suckle harder, Louisa, draw my cock deeper into your throat.”
Louisa fought against the feeling of panic as she forced herself to take more of him into
her mouth. As he stroked her hair, she felt a surge of pride at his praise and increased her tongue’s movements. She felt her own stomach tingle and her sex grow even wetter as she listened to Edward’s breathing begin to quicken. As he guided her down to accept even more of him into her small mouth, she fought to obey his wishes as she took him even deeper. This act, one he had begun teaching her the very first time he had taken her across his knees and spanked her, caused submission to flood throughout her entire being. Being on her knees between his strong legs, her freshly-reddened bottom reminding her of his relentless rules of consequences for naughty behavior, the feel of the hand holding the back of her head gently cupping it in place and the incredible fullness of her mouth and throat allowed Louisa to concentrate on only this one thing. She was making her penance and felt the need for it deep in her soul. She didn’t even realize the soft moans she was making as she suckled and worshipped him with her mouth.
Edward was soon moaning as well and it didn’t take long before he pressed his hips forward and flooded her mouth with his semen. Louisa knew better than to attempt to move away. She had been blistered several times for such an action and forced to repeat the lesson until she remembered to remain in position, her lips locked around his shaft until he released her. She forced herself to swallow again and again around the invader in her throat until he was finished. Even as he sighed and relaxed, her tongue continued to dart all around his softening shaft until she was positive he was clean. Her lips continued to suckle until he softly gave her permission to release. She blushed even as she opened her mouth and pulled back only to cradle him in the palms of her hands. She finally looked up to meet his eyes. She found herself smiling as he smiled down at her with approval. “You are learning well, Louisa. You’ve pleased me greatly with your penance.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, and then shivered as he stroked her cheek. She wished he would take her onto his lap as he usually did after she had been punished. She longed for his arms to surround her and his lips to kiss her tenderly. She replaced him in his pants and buttoned them closed. He took her arms and gently guided her to her feet. She held her breath waiting for him to draw her close. Instead, he guided her towards the high table. She stumbled as they got close and she realized that it was not a regular table. It was a changing table, and the top not only held a stack of fluffy nappies, there were several jars containing items she didn’t want to know about. She saw restraints tucked up under the padded mat.
