by Maggie Ryan
She lay sobbing over her Nanny's lap, her hair tangled around her, her body trembling as she tried to cope with the furnace that was her entire backside. A pat on her left cheek made her wail, even though it signaled the tawsing was done and she could rise. It took her a moment to do so, her hands aching to clutch her scalded buttocks—but knowing to do so would earn her another round.
"Tha-thank you, Nanny Bremmer for-for my, my tawsing," she stuttered, her feet dancing and her bottom wagging despite the embarrassment of doing so. She'd fan her hands behind her if allowed—anything to cool the immense fire.
"You are welcome," Anna said, as she tucked the implement away. "I want you to know that Nanny Molly is not the only person I've given a gift of a tawse. Your Papa has one as well, so even though I will not be with you, rest assured, the implements are readily available to roast your naughty rump."
"Yes, Ma'am." Louisa dared not look at her Papa. She was so ashamed of herself, and feared she'd completely fall apart if she had to see the disappointment in his eyes.
"After you've filled her, have her repack her bag before releasing. I'll return home in a few hours," Edward instructed, and turned to leave the nursery. At the door, he turned back. "And Louisa, a single misstep on your part, and you'll discover how it feels to have your Papa apply a tawse to far more sensitive areas. Is that clear?"
Her heart hitched in her chest. Yes, it was absolutely clear, and her face flamed at the thought of being ordered to spread her legs wide, or present her titties so her Papa could punish her intimately. "Yes, Pa-Papa."
Anna took her charge to the washstand, wetting a cloth and running it over Louisa's tear-stained face. After brushing the tangles from her hair, Anna plaited the long golden locks into two braids and led Louisa to her changing table. "Right up now, on your tummy."
Louisa climbed up the small steps that had been placed at the end of the table to enable her to do as instructed. She shivered as the cool leather of the table met her bare skin, her nipples pebbling as she crawled forward. Lying down, she obediently reached out, gripped the end of the table and awaited further orders. Sniffling, she hoped that Nanny Bremmer would apply a soothing coat of cream to her bottom, though she wasn't the least bit surprised to hear the instruction to open her cheeks instead. Reaching back, she gripped her roasted globes and pulled them apart.
A slick glass tube was slowly inserted into her bottom-hole. She could feel her Nanny's fingers gripping the tube as she was allowed to return her hands in front of her. Having her temperature taken in her bottom was no longer a surprise, but she still felt embarrassed every single time.
"I daresay I fear that this beginning does not bode well. Goodness knows, if you are already misbehaving and lying through your teeth, what will I find upon your return after you've been with that very naughty sister of yours for an entire month?"
Louisa wanted to defend her twin and yet knew that her Nanny did not expect an answer—much less a discussion on the subject. She remained silent except for the occasional sniffle she could not contain, especially when the thermometer began to push in and out of her tight pucker.
"You are going to learn, little one, that your naughtiness will never go unattended," Anna said, pulling the tube out a bit, twisting it and then sliding it deep again. After several minutes, it was removed and Anna announced her temperature was normal.
Patting Louisa's bottom, her Nanny spoke again. "You lie right here while I prepare your enema."
"Oh, please, Nanny, please no. I…"
"Louisa Michelle Wintercrest! You know that little liars get their bottoms filled. I suggest you remember what your Papa said. Do you really wish to feel a tawse applied to your little titties or quim?"
Shuddering, her entire body flushing with the realization that even her Nanny had understood her Papa's words, Louisa shook her head. "No, Ma'am."
"Then do as you are told," Anna suggested firmly. "In fact, go ahead and spread your bottom open. Perhaps offering your naughty pucker while it waits for its cleansing will remind you what happens every time you lie."
Louisa's hands once again moved to hold herself open, spreading herself wider as her Nanny slapped her bottom after she only opened her cheeks the tiniest bit. "That's better, wide open now, and think about all that hot soapy water going well up inside you to flush that naughtiness right out."
Tears slid down her cheeks as she lay on the table. Why had she even attempted such a deception, and why had she lied so horribly after doing so? She'd been so good lately that any spankings she'd received had been the special ones given over her Papa's lap in his bed. Those spankings always had her bottom churning and her sex flowing with her cream, until her Papa took her and allowed her to scream out in pleasure. Thinking of such pleasure had her realizing that her quim was already quite wet. Her body always betrayed her whenever she was punished, even with the knowledge that no pleasure would be forthcoming. It was something she'd never truly understand, though her Papa had told her it was her body's way of reminding her that she adored living a life of submission.
Louisa sniffled and released her right buttock so she could swipe her fingers across her face, flinging the tears away before once more opening herself. The visual picture she imagined she made; her naked red hot bottom on display, her pale hands pulling the punished globes apart, her tightly puckered bottom-hole quivering as air wafted across it, and her slick quim, had her shame causing her entire body to flush. She couldn't contain a soft sob as her Nanny returned to hang a bulging red rubber bag from its hook high above the table. It was not the ordinary bag used for her weekly cleansings. This bag's specific purpose was to provide an extremely difficult to hold amount of irritating liquid, to punish a very naughty girl.
A squeal escaped her as the first dollop of cold lubricant was drizzled down her cleft to pool on top of her pucker. Clenching her eyes shut, she gritted her teeth as her Nanny worked a finger into her bottom, spreading the lubricant well up inside the tight passage.
"Push back to open your pucker, Louisa," Anna ordered, placing the tip of the nozzle at her entrance. "I don't want to hear any fussing. We both know your bottom is quite capable of stretching to accept your nozzle and will hold the entire contents of your punishment enema."
Though she didn't fuss, Louisa did moan and mew as the large nozzle was slowly worked well up inside her.
"Are you ready for your naughty bottom to swallow your enema?" Anna asked, her hand on the dial.
Louisa wished she had the courage to answer truthfully but knew it would be folly. Sniffling again, she whispered that she was ready. The telltale click had her whimpering as the soapy liquid began to run down the length of tubing to flow into her bowels.
"It will take several minutes," Anna said as she patted the small, punished bottom. "Keep yourself open to remember your vows to submit to discipline when you have chosen to be such a naughty little girl."
Louisa couldn't speak but nodded, the shame of hearing the gurgle of the bag emptying and knowing the picture she made causing fresh tears to fall. She heard the clicking of needles and understood that her Nanny was calmly rocking and knitting as she waited for the little bottom she'd tawsed to become quite full. Several minutes passed as Louisa's bowels began to fill.
"Please, oh, Nanny, please. I need to… I can't take—"
"Hush, we've already discussed that you can. You may rock up onto your knees if need be."
Humiliated but grateful, Louisa struggled to her knees, the act made more difficult because she was not allowed the use of her hands. Once on her knees, her chest and cheek pressed to the padded table, she felt slightly better—until cramps began to seize her insides.
"Oh, Nanny, please may I rub?"
Anna looked up to see that the bag was not yet half empty. "No, you may not. You aren't yet half full, and should know better than to ask. You are being punished, Louisa, and that's all there is to it."
Another ten minutes passed as Louisa struggled on the table. Her arms
ached from being behind her, her fingers cramped from holding herself open. Even her knees hurt, despite the padding. Shifting her legs further apart, she arched her back in an attempt to relieve the pressure in her tummy. Her face flamed as she heard it rumble and she fought the urge to push the nozzle and the enema solution from her body.
Anna stood up and set aside the sweater she was knitting. Walking to the table, she reached up and palpated the bag to check its contents. "About another third to go," she announced, ignoring the groan of her small charge. She ran her hand underneath Louisa, her palms massaging the girl's distended abdomen to make sure there was enough room for the remainder of the large enema.
"Thank you," Louisa gasped, as another cramp seized her and her Nanny worked her through it.
"Are you remembering why lying isn't a good trait?" Anna asked, her hands continuing to massage.
"Yes, Ma'am," Louisa panted, her skin slick with sweat as she accepted her punishment the best she could.
"I should hope so." Anna reached up to squeeze the remaining liquid from the bag until every single drop had transferred into Louisa's body. "I'm going to remove the nozzle, don't you spill a single drop."
"Ye-yes, Nanny." It took all the strength she had to hold her enema as the nozzle was pulled from her, her teeth biting her lower lip as she clenched her sore pucker. She whimpered when she felt something pressing against her opening.
"Let me in," Anna said. "You need a nice fat plug, since you will hold your water while you repack your bag."
Louisa groaned as a large plug was pushed inside her and twisted until her Nanny was sure it would keep her from expelling before she was allowed.
"Good girl. Sit up now and I'll help you climb down."
Awkwardly, Louisa did as instructed and climbed to the floor, unable to straighten fully. Her hands moved to support her distended belly, her face turning red as she realized she looked as if she could give birth at any moment. Embarrassing gurgles continued to be heard as she was led to the carpet bag.
"Put your stuffies where they belong and return your nappies and night gowns to the bag," Anna instructed, returning to her chair to sit and supervise.
Though Louisa ached to expel, she couldn't move fast. It took her several trips from the bag to her shelves using only one hand, the other remaining as support for her tummy. Once every stuffie was returned to its proper place, she went to the table and began piling stacks of nappies into the bag. Dropping several, she almost cried when told to fold them properly before packing. After the bag was almost full, she gathered several of the short night gowns she wore to nap and placed them into the bag. Anna sent her to the table for powder and diaper cream and then had her add the box containing a spare thermometer and a jar of lubricant. A final jar, which contained the soothing ointment she wished had been applied to her tawsed bottom, was also tucked inside.
"Nanny Bremmer, may I please pack a stuffie?" Louisa asked meekly, knowing she would want one to cuddle for comfort.
"No, little one. Stuffies are a privilege earned by good little girls. However, make sure you pack your pink dummy. You'll need it to suckle during your naps."
Louisa found the dummy and, after placing it on top of the nightgowns, buckled the bag closed. She was directed to carry it and place it beside her trunk. After doing so, she turned to her Nanny. "May I expel, please?"
Anna stood and took her hand, escorting her to the water closet. After removing the plug, she settled Louisa on the potty chair with instructions to call when she was completely empty. It was a good quarter hour before she was called.
After being given a quick sponge bath, Louisa was reminded that it wasn't only little bottoms that were cleansed. Her Nanny soaped her mouth until froths of suds poured from her lips. Once allowed to spit and rinse, Louisa apologized again and swore she'd never ever tell another lie.
Anna dressed the very contrite girl in a ruffled pair of drawers and two stiff petticoats before pulling a pretty yellow dress over her head. A freshly starched white pinafore was tied around her small waist. Yellow ribbons were tied at the ends of her braids and around her knees to secure her white stockings. Her dressing complete after she slipped black flat shoes on her feet, Anna took Louisa by the hand and led her downstairs.
"Though you are definitely not the 'big girl' you claimed to be, I assume you are capable of remaining in the library while I continue my duties?" Anna questioned, and Louisa readily agreed.
"Yes, Ma'am." Louisa found a book and her doll, curling up on the settee. Sighing deeply, she opened her book to lose herself in a fairy tale, trying not to think about what price her Papa would extract later that evening in his bedchambers.
Chapter Two
When Edward returned home an hour later, it was to find his precious little lady curled up on the settee, her doll in her arms, an open book on the floor. She was sound asleep, and looked like the angel she normally was and not the naughty little girl he'd left in the nursery.
Sitting down, he gently pulled her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms. She murmured but he shushed her as he kissed her forehead. He'd awaken her in an hour; until then he was content to simply hold her. Her actions that day had truly surprised him, as she had stopped fussing about being diapered and taking a nap months ago. Perhaps she had truly believed that, since the two would be traveling with only a driver, she was not going to be expected to continue the daily routine required by his special little one.
Stroking his hand down her back, he sighed. No, she had to have known that napping, thermometers and nappies would be part of their trip. Why else would her Nanny have packed a carpet bag full of those specific items? His naughty girl had deliberately unpacked that bag simply because she had decided to dispense with what she didn't particularly care for. Not one to be denied his own pleasures when dealing with the woman he adored, he was very disappointed that she had tried to deny him the pleasure of taking care of her needs. It was clear that his little lady needed a very firm reminder that her vows included submission in all things; especially those she might find the most difficult to accept.
Perhaps it had been he who had become too lenient. If so, that too, would end. Lying was not a trait he would ever condone and his little lady would learn never to forget that fact. He caressed her back again, then slid his hand beneath her dress to pat against the ruffles of her drawers. She gave a soft moan and he had no doubt that her little bottom was still tender from the application of Anna's tawse. That woman was an expert with the implement; able to apply it rapidly without overlapping the marks while ensuring that not a single inch of a naughty bottom escaped feeling its sharp bite. His poor girl would find it difficult to sit for the next few days, especially after he tucked her into bed that evening. Patting her backside, he shook his head. Louisa's lessons obviously still needed to continue, and he had no qualms about taking care of every single need she had.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Edward said, after a servant appeared at the door to announce that the carriage had arrived. He removed his hand from beneath her dress and stroked his fingers down her cheek, watching as her eyes opened. She had the most beautifully colored eyes; a blue-violet that always made his heart quicken.
"Papa?"
"Yes, little lady, you fell asleep. I suppose your body needed the rest after your tawsing and your enema. Were you my good girl during your cleansing, or is Nanny Bremmer going to have to report you were a naughty girl?" He adored the flush that appeared on her cheeks as she wiggled on his lap.
"I-I was good, Papa."
"Did you repack your bag?"
"Yes, Papa. It's ready and sitting by my trunk," she said.
"Good. I suggest you don't touch your nappy bag again."
"I won't, Papa."
Edward dropped a kiss on her forehead and set her on her feet. He stood and took her hand. "Do you need to go potty?"
"No, Papa," she said, her eyes flicking to the doorway.
Edward knew she was looking to see if the servant wa
s still there, able to hear what he knew was an embarrassing question. He'd repeatedly told her that she was not to worry what anyone other than he might think, but it was a lesson she still hadn't truly accepted. "Very well, but when you need to potty, you are to inform me immediately. I have no wish for my precious girl to be uncomfortable."
"Yes, Sir," Louisa said as he led her through the house. "Are we not eating dinner?"
"Of course we are, I would never put you to bed on an empty tummy," he assured her, as he accepted her cloak from another servant and tied it around her shoulders. "We are eating elsewhere this evening."
Louisa remained silent, her teeth bothering her bottom lip as they walked down the front steps. It was a very rare occurrence for them to leave Wintercrest for an outing that had not been planned in advance. After she had been lifted into the carriage, Edward drew her onto his lap, adjusting her so that her tender bottom wasn't taking her weight.
"Where are we going, Papa?"
"You'll see. I have yet to acquire all the things for our holiday," he explained, as the carriage began to roll through the streets. "Being gone for an entire month necessitates quite a lot of preparation. The carriage we'll use for travel is still being configured to my specifications so it will be most comfortable for the journey."
"Why can't we go by train like Lucy and Uncle Lucas?" she asked, her head cradled against his chest, her small hand at his heart. "Lucy's letters made it sound like a wonderful way to travel."
Edward thought of his own letter from Lucas and doubted that Louisa's sister had confessed all that she'd experienced on the train. He reminded his wife why they would not be taking the train. "I'm sure it was, but we'll be stopping along the way so I might conduct some business."
"Oh, I'd forgotten you told me. I didn't mean to fuss, Papa. I was just thinking about how Lucy met Emmie on the train and they became good friends."
