by Maggie Ryan
“Position yourself, Louisa. I promised that extra strokes earned double the count. You have one more stroke to go.” Sobbing, her sex burning with the marks of the birch, she forced herself to grip the desk even tighter. She knew the last would follow the previous. When it landed once more between her legs, covering her sex with fire, she collapsed and sobbed after her scream echoed around the room until it died. Edward nodded and was pleased. Though not perfect, she had done exceptionally well, and it had been a very, very thorough birching. He dropped the birch onto the surface of the desk and walked around it for the last time. He removed the birch rod from Lucy’s back and asked, “How many extra cane strokes were you given, Lucille?” Sobbing and terrified after hearing her sister’s screams, her answer was barely audible,
“Tw… two, Sir. Oh God, please don’t… no more… please nooooo.” Her plea turned into a scream as Edward quickly delivered four strokes across her bottom. She had thought she would die after each previous set but these last felt far harder and more cutting. She squirmed on top of the desk, practically crawling over it in an effort to soothe the burn. Edward placed her rod next to her sister’s and waited. His eyes roamed over the matching bottom to his wife’s. It was well thrashed indeed, and he smiled with a sense of his duty well done.
“THz… thank… you… Sir.” Lucille had just received the most intense punishment of her life and yet had remembered to thank him for that very punishment. She wasn’t beyond training at all; in fact she’d be a wonderful student, if he had anything to say about it.
“You may stand and go to your corners.” The girls stood, though their legs were unsteady, and they obediently shuffled to their corners. Edward smiled as they placed themselves in the required positions, hands on top of their heads, though he knew they itched to try to relieve the burning in their well-roasted bottoms. Each girl sobbed with the pain and shame of her punishment, and Edward knew this lesson would be one they remembered for quite some time.
Mrs. Bremmer removed the birch rods from the desktop and returned them to the cabinet. Shutting the doors, she sat down on the sofa to wait until the naughty girls’ corner time was spent. Edward smiled at her, and she nodded and smiled back. She was well pleased with his determination to assure the young women would spend a fretful night with well-thrashed and aching bottoms. She nodded to herself, thinking that it would be quite some time before either chanced to bring shame to the Wintercrest name again.
A half-hour passed before the cries coming from the corners became sniffles – and then only the occasional hiccup. Edward had spent the time writing in his journal, while Mrs. Bremmer simply kept her eyes on both corners, as if assuring herself that the occupants would remember to behave.
“You may release and come here, girls,” Edward said, closing his journal. The girls were soon once more before him, faces red and tear streaked, hair falling from pins and sticking to their cheeks. Edward couldn’t believe he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. After all, the only thing more pleasing than a properly chastised girl was seeing her mirror image standing before him as well.
“Things are going to change in this household,” Edward informed them. “I have been sorely lacking in your necessary education, but that has come to a stop. Tomorrow you both shall begin anew your new lessons, as it is too late this evening to truly start.” He noticed that Louisa kept her eyes lowered as required, but that Lucille was once again looking directly at him, her own eyes showing her confusion. He saw her mouth begin to open and he quickly continued. “I’m not expecting nor desiring you to speak, Lucille. I simply want you to listen and, if you can’t manage even that than you will do well to remember I will gag you.” Lucy’s face flushed but she remembered the awful feeling of the gag in her mouth, and she nodded, dropping her eyes. Edward smiled almost sorry she had given in so quickly.
He waited a few moments before speaking again. “Though it is my intention to go over all my expectations at a later date, I want you both to understand one thing. You will both learn I expect strict obedience. I promise you this. If you decide to try me, I shall immediately provide the necessary discipline such attempts will earn you. I will not have my authority questioned by you nor hesitate to turn you across my knee and lift your skirts, lower your bloomers and apply a proper reminder to your bare bottoms.” He saw both girls tremble at his promise, and knew it would most likely be Lucy over his knee for her much needed lesson. “Lucille, you will go with Mrs. Bremmer, as she will put you to bed. Tomorrow you will spend the entire day in your studies.”
Lucy had so many questions but could not chance opening her mouth. She vowed to remain silent, in fear of being gagged but when she felt Mrs. Bremmer take her arm and turn her around, she saw her bloomers draped over the woman’s arm. The sight reminded her that her skirts were still pinned at her shoulders, and even now, her bare and blistered bottom was in plain view. Her face flamed at the shame of it and she stuttered, “Oh… please, I’ll take… take those.”
Mrs. Bremmer simply shook her head and moved her arm away from Lucy’s reaching hands. As the young girl strained to reach her bloomers, she heard from behind her, “Do you need a reminder of obedience so quickly, Lucille? You are to obey Mrs. Bremmer as you do me.” Lucy sobbed, but managed to shake her head at the offer of a reminder. She allowed Mrs. Bremmer to pull her towards the door but, when it opened, her feet remained glued to the study’s carpet.
“Please, don’t make me go out there like this. The serva… servants will see my… my bottom!”
Mrs. Bremmer smiled and then chuckled, “Don’t be ridiculous Lucille. The entire house has been subjected to your unladylike caterwauling and it is no secret that you have been well birched. If you don’t want the staff to see your naughty little bottom with its earned coating of stripes, then I suggest you learn to behave. Now, stop dragging your feet or I shall take my tawse to your backside.” Lucy tried to grip her skirts to cover her bare bottom even as she was pulled from the room. She was unaware that Edward was leading her sister out of the study behind her and that Louisa was making no attempt to keep her bottom hidden. Edward’s sharp order for her to remove her hands from her skirts caused her to jump, but she obeyed. With her bottom bare, she quickened her step, and would have run up the stairs had it not been for Mrs. Bremmer’s holding her firmly and forcing her to walk in a sedate manner. Lucy finally dropped her eyes and prayed that no one would witness her shame. She refused to think about passing anybody on the stairs or in the upstairs hallway.
When the four finally reached her room, she heard Louisa speak for the first time in hours, “May I tell Lucy goodnight, Sir?” Edward nodded, and Lucy felt her sister’s arms go around her. She collapsed into them, her tears flowing again. “Good night Lucy, I hope… hope you sleep well.” Lucy stammered her own good night and wished her sister could stay and they could comfort each other. However, Louisa was a married woman, and when Edward called her to him, she immediately stepped away from her twin and obediently followed him further down the hallway.
Mrs. Bremmer pulled Lucy into her room, and too, soon had stripped her naked, her nightgown over her head, and pulled down to her feet. Lucy was ordered to sit on a small stool as her hair was brushed and then braided into a thick plait that hung almost to her bottom. She ached for comfort after a day that had been the worst of her young life. When Mrs. Bremmer led her to her bed after turning back the covers, Lucy crawled between the sheets knowing she would cry herself to sleep. She was shocked when Mrs. Bremmer bent over her and gently swept her fingers down her cheek.
“I know it has been a difficult day, little one. Rest now, and try to be a good girl for his Lordship tomorrow. I’m not sure your little bottom can take another spanking if you don’t learn to be obedient.” She bent a bit more and placed a gentle kiss on Lucy’s forehead. As she stepped away to blow out the lamp, Lucy began to cry softly. When the door to her room closed, she rolled onto her stomach to get her weight off her aching bottom. In the privacy of her b
ed, she gingerly clutched at her heated bottom and rubbed gently trying to ease the pain. It was in this position that she finally fell into a fitful sleep, the pillow beneath her soaked with her tears and her dreams full of horrid scenes of being caned and birched.
Louisa found herself just as quickly stripped, but was led to their marriage bed as naked as the day she was born. As her husband pulled back the covers, she felt her own eyes well with tears. Instead of crisp and cool sheets, she saw her punishment mat had been placed on her side of the bed. She wanted to beg him to remove it but remembering his promise of instant punishment for disobedience, she forced herself to crawl onto the bed and then lie down on the horrible mat. Edward watched as she settled herself and removed his own clothing. He knew she was aware of his arousal and did nothing to try to shield her from his erection. He left the lamp lit wanting to watch her face as he taught her another lesson in obedience. He climbed onto the bed and, without a word, used his hands to spread her legs wide apart. He watched her grimace as his weight pushed her down onto her mat. He knew it was extremely uncomfortable as the bristles worked their way into her welted bottom. He moved to place himself between her thighs and positioned himself.
“Put your hands above you Louisa and keep them on the rails.” He waited until she stretched her arms above her head and gasped, as the move forced her bottom to endure more of the mat’s irritating surface. He smiled, “That’s my good girl.” With those words, he drove into her with a huge thrust. She arched her body and moaned as he completely filled her. Edward took his time as he took his wife. She was soon squirming under him as she tried to lift her hips both to match his movements as well as to remove her bottom from the pressure of the mat. Edward kept her pressed tightly to the mattress, not allowing her an inch of freedom. He had no intention of allowing her to take charge. He began to pump into her fast and hard until she was thrashing her head and pulling against the rails of the bed.
“Ohh, oh please… oh… ohhhh,” she moaned as she felt him impale her completely. It was difficult enough to accommodate his size within her small body, but when he was taking her with abandon, without care as to her comfort, it was accomplishing exactly what he intended. He was punishing her and she could do nothing but try to endure and open herself to him as much as she was able. Her eyes swam with tears as he pounded again and again and again deep into her. She would feel her body begin to betray her as her pleasure began to build despite or perhaps due to his intense taking of her. However, Edward was a man of experience and well able to read every sign of his wife’s body. He saw her nipples harden and her face flush, her eyes going glassy as she would begin her climb towards her pleasure. He would immediately still himself inside her until the danger of her spending was past and only then would he continue his claiming of her.
“Please Sir, oh Pa..Papa, please may I take my pleasure… please!” she finally found herself begging as for the third time he had gone completely still within her. Louisa’s heart was pounding in her chest, her blood rushing through her veins. Every nerve felt as if it were on fire and he knew that the barest touch to her swollen and throbbing nub would release her pleasure allowing her to forget she was being punished. A tear slid from beneath her closed lid.
Edward whispered, “Naughty little girls get fucked hard, but will never be allowed pleasure when they are being punished.”
Louisa sobbed as he began again slowly fucking her as if to make her aware of every slide of his cock into her swollen and throbbing sex. She sobbed as he used his weight to press her against her naughty mat, the pain from her thrashing mixed with the bite of the fibers. Yet, she wasn’t truly in pain from having the skin of her bottom welted or pricked; no, she was in pain from the desperate need, the constant ache to find her release as he sought his own deep within her body. She had never felt more dominated, more under his total control than right now when her husband, her Papa, taught her that she hadn’t the right to seek pleasure when he decided she didn’t deserve it. She felt her clit throb even harder and her cream leak from her as her body reacted to his demands. She continued to moan and beg for release until she finally felt him push as deeply as humanly possible and flood her womb with his seed. She felt jet after jet of his cream mix with her own and knew it would be the only release in this bed tonight. She groaned and sobbed as his weight collapsed onto her and the mat punished her bottom from beneath her.
Edward lay still for several minutes as he caught his breath. When he finally pushed away from her and rolled onto his side, she remained splayed open, her hands on the rails above her head, his seed dripping from her slit onto the very mat that continued to bite into her bottom. Edward got out of bed knowing she was throbbing with the need for release. He smiled softly as he pulled two lengths of rope from beneath his pillow and quickly tied her hands to the rails. “No need to tempt you to disobey me is there little one? I know you are aching as you are dripping all over your naughty mat. Little hands must not be allowed to go where they don’t belong. Who is allowed to touch you between your legs and play with your little clittie my dear? Who is allowed to open your slit and push his fingers well up into your soaking wet pussey? Who allows you to take your pleasure little girl?”
She blushed hotly, grateful that the darkened room would hide her shame and her intense need. “Yo… you do, Pa… Papa.”
“That’s right, little one. Only Papa can make your body jump and twitch and twist and swell. Either from a nice thrashing, as you received earlier or,” he paused and leaned down to kiss the tip of one puckered nipple, “when your body is begging and just aching to explode with your spending.” Her breath caught in her throat, her clit indeed jumping as his lips opened to suckle her nipple until she was once again twisting on her mat.
Edward chuckled, as he stood looking down at her practically glowing with her need. He kissed her mouth gently, his tongue tracing along her lips loving the way she parted them for his possession. He allowed himself a more thorough taste before pulling away to extinguish the last lamp and then join her in bed. She continued to twitch and shiver long after he had settled at her side and his deep, even breathing told her that he was deeply asleep. She squirmed trying to find the most comfortable position and then sighed and accepted the fact that for tonight at least, comfort was not going to be her companion. She prayed that she would be able to please the man she loved with all her heart, though he could cause her so much pain and shame. Her body still ached with both pain from her birching and the intense throbbing of unreleased lust. Her mind whirled around and around his promises of new rules that were to begin immediately. She thought of her sister and the horrid realization that her twin would soon learn that Louisa was not truly the Lady of Wintercrest. While she held the proper title, she wasn’t the mistress of his house. She was nothing more than Edward’s child bride and had absolutely no power over anyone – even herself. Edward turned in his sleep and his hand moved to cup itself around her breast. Louisa felt her body respond as her nipple immediately hardened. She flushed anew and finally dropped into sleep, praying he would find her suitably behaved on the morrow, and allow her to find the pleasure he continued to deny her today.
Chapter 4
Lucille was up early the next morning. She had already stripped off her nightgown and pulled on her stockings and drawers and was tying the ribbons of her second petticoat when a knock sounded on the door and it was pushed open. She looked to see Molly enter and quickly close the door behind her.
“Good morning, Miss,” Molly said. “I’ve come to help you with your bath.” Lucy shook her head and reached for her corset that she had laid on her bed.
“I’m not bathing this morning, Molly. You may help me finish dressing.” Molly wrung her hands and glanced behind her at the closed door. Lucy watched her puzzled by her behavior.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs. Bremmer has sent up water for your bath.”
Lucy looked at the door and said, “I’m not bathing today Molly. You may send the wate
r away.” Molly shook her head and stepped closer to Lucy and lowered her voice.
“Please Miss Lucy, you must have a bath. Mrs. Bremmer said.”
“Molly, I don’t give a fig what Mrs. Bremmer said. I don’t wish to bathe today and that is the end of it. Now, help me into my corset and dress.” Molly didn’t move to take the corset from her mistress. Instead, she took a deep breath and then confessed,
“You must bathe, Miss Lucy. If you don’t, well, please, Miss, let the lads fill your tub.” Lucy finally took a good long look at the young serving girl. She noticed that Molly’s face was flushed; she continued to wring her hands together, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Lucy again looked towards the door and whispered, “What’s wrong Molly? Is Mrs. Bremmer outside the door?”
Molly shook her head and answered, “No Miss Lucy but she has given me instructions to bathe you this morning. If you refuse and I don’t… don’t obey, then.… ” Her voice trailed off.
“If I don’t, what will happen Molly? Tell me the truth immediately. Why are you so frightened?”
Molly couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down her cheek, even as she forced herself to answer. “She’ll… she said she’d birch me, Miss.” Lucy was horrified and instantly understood what was happening. Mrs. Bremmer was using her power to reaffirm her position – not only over the staff, but over what should be a respected member of the household. Molly reached out and grasped Lucy’s arm. “Please Miss, she is horrid with the birch. Please let me bathe you.” Lucy sighed heavily, knowing that if she refused, her friend would pay the price and, most likely, Lucy’s bottom would also find itself bared and spanked. She patted Molly’s hand and said, “Very well, Molly. Hand me my robe and then let the lads in.” Molly wiped her tears away, and then nodded gratefully as she hurried to the wardrobe. She brought the long dressing gown to her mistress and helped her into it. After Lucy was modestly covered, Molly opened the door and motioned for the two kitchen lads to enter the room. Both young men kept their eyes averted from where Lucy stood, as they went into the small room and poured their buckets into the waiting tub. They left just as quickly, and Molly closed the door once again.
