by Maggie Ryan
Edward reached between her legs, his fingers once more playing with her bud until it was throbbing and standing tall despite the residual heat from the nettle oil. It was embarrassing, and she felt guilty as she watched his fingers dance between her legs. Despite all of those feelings, she felt her pleasure building until she was gripping the sheets, attempting not to spend.
She would have sworn she'd only closed her eyes for an instant as she screamed, her body jerking at the feeling of intense pressure at the base of her clittie.
"Oh, Papa, it hurts… oh, please, Papa, please take it off. I promise I won't be naughty and spend!"
"It stays, little one." He reapplied a fresh coating of nettle oil around the clamp, as well as spreading a few drops over the lips of her sex. She squirmed at the combined sensations, and moaned as he reached into the box again, withdrawing two additional clips.
"Look closely," he said, showing her the small glass beads that dangled from the end. Each bore only the single letter 'L'. "These can serve in many ways." He ran his hand across her nipples, the buds becoming even tighter, and her eyes grew wide. "Little lady, when they are attached to your sweet little nips, or," he paused as his hand slid down to cup her sex, his touch causing the clitoral clamp to move and her to groan, "Louisa's Labia. Now, where shall they go this evening?"
She felt a gush of moisture flow from her. He never ceased to amaze her. How did people think of such things? Surely it was very sinful, and yet her body was responding—not in horror, but with arousal she knew would be denied.
"No answer, my love?" Smiling, he bent to suckle her left nipple, flicking his tongue over the taut bud and then giving it a gentle nip. "I believe your nips are aching for decoration." Her cry was loud as the clamp was placed onto her nipple, its bite forcing the poor bud to pulse and swell. Another cry echoed as her right nipple was captured by his new toy. "Over to your bar. I wish to see you displayed for a bit before you offer me your bottom flower." He lifted her from the bed and patted her welted rear.
With shaking legs, she managed to move to the far side of the room. A study rod had been affixed diagonally in one of the corners of his room. Stepping onto the small platform that would elevate her to the exact height at which her Papa could fuck her without bending, she bent at a ninety degree angle and grasped the bar. Dropping her head, she could see the clamps and their beads swinging from her breasts, as well as the one between her legs as she spread her feet wide apart. Blushing hotly, she could also see a rivulet of her cream sliding down her inner thigh. Though the clamp on her clit would keep her from spending, her body was fighting hard to overcome its bite.
Were other little ladies as wanton as she had become under her Papa's tutelage? Did their bodies quiver, breaking out in goose flesh with just a single touch or a special look? Did their Papas decorate their nipples or clittie with such things? Lifting her head, she stared at the corner, her cheeks blazing as the mirror he'd placed there reflected a woman who seemed far more aroused than contrite.
Her Papa joined her a few minutes later, his hand running across her welted rear and then between her legs. "My, you are gushing, little one. Quite the naughty girl to be so wet when she is being punished."
"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, then moaned as he reached beneath her to flick at the clamps on her breasts, setting them to sway.
"Nothing to be done about it, my love. Your body weeps its need for all to see. Are you ready to make your penance?"
"Yes, Papa, please accept my penance for my naughtiness. Please let me atone for my sins of deceit." Removing her hands from the bar, she reached behind her, spreading apart her roasted buttocks to properly offer herself for the required penance.
The mirror allowed her to see his hand moving to unbutton his fly and remove his cock. It jutted from his body, the head almost purple with the blood that caused his shaft to become hard as steel. The plug was worked from her bottom. Dipping his fingers deeply into her slit, he applied her cream to her passage, his fingers slipping easily inside again and again to coat her well.
Louisa moaned as her nipples and clit swelled in their clamps, her fountain never slowing as her Papa teased and touched her until her legs were trembling even more. Feeling his cockhead at her bottom flower, she obediently pushed back to open herself to him.
"What a good girl you are," Edward praised as he began to press forward. He held her hips as he pushed slowly into her, stretching her wide around his cock as she continued to press backwards, proving her willingness to submit. "I love you, Louisa, even when you have been my naughty girl." With a final firm push from him, her sphincter surrendered and her sharp cry told of his entry into her tight, hot channel, her velvet walls embracing his flesh. Her hands returned to tighten around the bar as he sank to the hilt inside her backside, his heavy testicles slapping against her slick quim.
Edward fucked her hard and without pause. This was not for her pleasure; it was to remind her that she was to submit to his rules, his desires and to the vows she'd offered on their wedding day.
She moaned and gave sharp cries but never once asked him to stop. Her clamps swayed and pulled on her nipples as he took her, pounding into her again and again. Thrusting as deeply as possible, he held himself still, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
"By the time we return home, your surprise will be ready," he said as he withdrew almost completely. Plunging in fully to her gasp and squeal, he spoke again. "I'm having the room across the hall turned into your punishment room. Of course, it will also be a place to play when you've been a very good little girl."
He pulled out again, reaching around to tug on the clamps hanging from her nipples. "And, my dearest love, I've ordered you a very special surprise."
With that, he tugged the clamps from her nipples and watched as her head reared back and she screamed at the intense burn of pain as blood raced back into her nipples. Plunging deep, he captured the tortured buds between his fingers, massaging and tugging until she was moaning and pressing her bottom up to meet his every move.
"You are going to come home to find your very own pony to ride."
His cock jerked, bathing her bowels with spurt after spurt of his seed as his roar matched her own cry at his news. Despite his announcement, her cream continued to fill her quim, dripping onto the wooden platform beneath her feet.
He slowly pulled from her, reaching between her trembling thighs to remove the clitoral clamp and then holding her when she screeched before sagging into his arms. Picking her up, he cradled her to him and laid her on the bed. Bending, he kissed her, his tongue claiming every inch of her mouth as she clung to him, her aching breasts pressed against his shirt, her hips lifting to press against his hand as he cupped her sex.
It was several minutes before he released her, placing the items he'd used in a bowl to be washed and moving the bowl to the water closet. He returned with a cloth, gently cleaning her before rolling her onto her tummy.
The next several minutes were spent listening to her soft sighs as he applied a thick layer of arnica cream to every welt the strap had raised on her bottom. Blowing out the lamp, he crawled into bed and she instantly snuggled into him, her head on his chest.
"I love you, Papa," she whispered, her hand against his heart. She felt very tired and yet very content. Lifting her head, she moved to kiss his lips softly. "There is no need to spoil me so; I don't need my own pony."
Edward chuckled, kissed her far more firmly and patted her bottom. "I love spoiling my little lady. I agree she does not need everything the world might offer, but she will have a nice little pony to ride."
Louisa giggled, her freshly cleaned quim moistening again as she thought of the room he was planning. It would take just a stroke or two to have her screaming in pleasure, and yet she understood her release would not come this evening. It was only her Papa who gave her the gift of culmination, and never after a punishment. With her nipples and clit throbbing, she gave a sigh and turned over to be pulled to spoon again
st him. Her bottom snugged against his body in the position that never failed to make her feel cherished. Smiling, she wondered if there was such a room at Hunter's Ridge, and what Lucy would think of all the things that had happened in their time apart.
Chapter Four
"Amen." Louisa and the rest of the congregation completed the prayer that signaled the end of the services. As their new pastor, Pastor Goodeman, stepped to the center of the elevated platform and made his weekly call for any little ladies that needed some personal counseling to come forward, she felt her Papa squeeze her hand.
"Be a good girl and accept the lesson, little one," he said quietly, as he stood to allow her to move in front of him.
With a nod, she felt her entire body flush as she stepped into the aisle and moved towards the front of the church, grateful to see a few others dressed in their Sunday best moving with her. This would be the first time she'd been required to seek additional atonement, and though she was embarrassed that all of their friends would know she had been exceptionally naughty, she was far more concerned about what would happen the moment she stepped through that side door.
Over the past year, she had seen many of her friends after their visit with Pastor Reed. They would all be returned to their Papas, their cheeks tear-stained and hands twitching as if desperate to soothe scalded bottoms. Anyone in the nave would hear the pastor telling the poor miscreant's Papa how bad his little one was, how her soul was in danger if additional discipline wasn't delivered to her sinful bottom the moment she returned home. If having their bottoms tended to by Pastor Reed hadn't been difficult enough, this additional humiliation ensured fresh tears from the women who had chosen this lifestyle as their Papas assured the pastor his advice would be taken.
Pastor Reed had always frightened both her and her twin. He'd stand above them all, practically screaming his sermons. His dark gaze would find some poor soul, pinning her to her pew with threats of eternal damnation in the fires of hell if they didn't obey his every word. When he became too full of his own sense of power, turning from a spiritual leader of his flock to a man far more thrilled with his position of disciplinarian, he'd been called back by the head of the church and reassigned.
Their new pastor, Winston Goodeman and his wife Agatha, as well as their children, had been introduced at a special luncheon, and she'd found the entire family to be a very friendly addition to their church family. That knowledge allowed Louisa to not crumple to the floor, begging her Papa to reconsider his decision that his little lady attend today's session.
Pastor Goodeman nodded to his wife, who stood and opened the door. He moved to lead his reluctant, naughty parishioners out of the church proper, his wife taking her place behind Louisa, who was last in the line. A moment before Louisa stepped through the door, she turned her head to find her Papa giving her a soft smile and a nod. Pastor Goodeman's children sat quietly in the front pew, and the calm looks and smiles on their small faces gave her additional courage. Surely if it were to be too horrid, his own personal flock wouldn't appear so relaxed and unafraid. Swallowing hard, she returned her gaze to her feet and accepted her fate.
The group of five girls was led down a corridor and instructed to turn and face the wall. No one spoke as Mrs. Goodeman prepared each by lifting their dresses and petticoats to button them at their shoulders or tuck them into waistbands. Louisa had discovered the convenience of such buttons after Lucy's Nanny Molly had written about the tailoring to her mentor, Nanny Bremmer. The moment Nanny Bremmer had guided her into a pair of open crotch drawers that morning, Louisa had known that today would be the first time she was to confess her naughtiness to another outside their small family.
"Charlotte, you may go to the pastor," Agatha Goodeman said after all the girls' clothing had been adjusted.
"Yes, Ma'am," Charlotte said in a soft voice, as she turned from the wall and opened the door on the opposite wall.
Noses pressed against the wall, the remaining four were left to contemplate their sins—though Louisa wondered if instead, they, like her, were contemplating what their bottoms would endure in that room. She jerked as a soft cry drifted out into the hallway, but when the cry did not become a ragged scream, she relaxed—if just a bit. One by one the girls were called, until the door opened to discharge Cynthia, the girl who had stood next to Louisa.
"Louisa, you may go to the pastor." Hearing the same words that she'd heard four times before, only the name having changed, Louisa stepped away from the wall and turned.
"Yes, Ma'am." She saw her fellow sisters standing against the wall behind her, all sniffling and shuffling on their feet a bit. Before she could fully process the fact that instead of seeing red, bare bottoms, she saw nothing but the backs of their dresses, she had stepped through the door, Mrs. Goodeman following behind, and turning to close the door.
Pastor Goodeman was seated behind his desk, a book open in front of him. "Come, child."
Louisa moved to stand in front of the desk, her hands at her sides, her heart pounding. He looked up from where he'd entered something in the book. "You need not be frightened, Louisa," he said as he looked across his desk. "I realize this is your first time coming to see me but I promise, my intention is not to frighten you. I wish to help you understand the pitfalls of choosing the wrong path."
She nodded, his gaze not the piercing hateful one she'd often seen on Pastor Reed's face. Instead, he looked as if he truly wished to set her at ease—well, as much at ease as possible when she was in that room to be spanked, or whatever occurred behind his closed door.
"Tell me, child, which of the Lord's commandments did you break to necessitate your Papa sending you to me?"
His question caught her off guard. She'd never heard any of her friends speak of being questioned before they were punished. Her brain seemed to freeze; everything she'd ever learned in church flying out of her mind.
Instead of screaming at her for her inability to answer, he leaned back in his chair and gave her an understanding smile. "Why don't you just tell me in your own words why you believe you are here."
"I-I was naughty." She paused, her face flushing as she realized how ridiculous that sounded. Of course she had been naughty, or else she'd already be in the carriage with her Papa instead of standing in this room with this man. Taking a deep breath, she felt a sense of calm descend over her. She'd been punished for her transgression, her Papa had forgiven her, and this was her chance to wash her slate completely free of any residual guilt. Straightening her shoulders, she met his eyes. "I attempted to deceive my Papa, and then lied when that deceit was discovered. I'm truly sorry, Sir."
"I'm sure you are, Louisa. It seems that you've broken both the fifth and ninth commandments. Can you tell me what those are?"
Her confession allowed her mind to unfreeze and she nodded. "Honor thy Father and Mother is the fifth, and Do Not Bear False Witness is the ninth."
"Very good. Now, explain what those mean in this situation."
Having to do so, being made to discuss her transgressions, was helping Louisa truly glean something from this time. "I didn't honor Papa or his rules when I attempted to hide the nappies and replace them with my stuffies. When I told the lie and accused Nanny Bremmer of thinking my Papa was the liar, I again did not honor Papa and I bore false witness against him."
"Exactly right. I expect you shall not be as quick to break those commandments again?"
"Oh, no, Sir. I learned my lesson," Louisa assured him, her bottom still tender from the punishment she'd received two days ago.
"I'm glad to hear that, Louisa. Do you understand that, as one of the people who care for you, one that wants to help guide you along your path, it is my duty to make sure you understand your transgressions?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Your Papa sets his rules and expects you to obey him. His rules are to keep you safe and to ensure you feel loved and cherished as his little one and as his wife. Deceiving him not only shows that you are deliberately denying his right
to make those rules, it also goes against the vows you made before him and God. Using your tongue to be deceitful, to tell lies, hurts those who hear the lie, as well as your own heart. Tell me, even if you tell a lie and aren't discovered, does it make you feel good inside?"
"No, Sir," she answered honestly.
"That is because you have a kind and gentle heart. Your soul wants to obey, to be pure. Having regrets, even when not called to confess, is your soul asking you to repent—despite knowing the cost is a painful bottom. Do you understand that part of my duty is to give you not only my counseling, but a physical reminder of why you should follow the path that would keep you free of sin?"
Her heart began to pound a bit harder but she had to nod. "Yes, Sir."
"And do you accept the need for further chastisement? Are you ready to ask me to provide that lesson?"
"Yes, Sir. Please, may I have my…" not knowing what to specifically ask for, she completed her request using his own words, "my chastisement?"
"Very well. Go to the bench and make your confession to God. Say a prayer asking for his forgiveness at breaking his laws and for guidance as you leave here today."
Mrs. Goodeman led her to the prie-dieu on one side of the room and helped her to kneel. Louisa steepled her hands and lowered her head. The prayers she said relaxed her further as she accepted the fact that she was loved by several people, as well as God. She accepted his forgiveness, and when she murmured her 'Amen,' she was ready to accept the rest of her punishment.
Lifting her head, she met Mrs. Goodeman's eyes. At the woman's smile and nod, Louisa bent forward and gripped the rail in front of her. She felt her drawers being parted to bare her bottom and yet did not feel shame at the exposure.
Her pastor stood and picked up the paddle she had seen lying on his desk. "Six for your deceit hiding your nappies, six for dishonoring your Papa, and six for your lies. Keep your bottom lifted as best you can, and let each stroke cleanse you."
