by Maggie Ryan
He proceeded to deliver blow after blow, the strands slapping lightly against her flesh, her moans her only response as her skin began to color a delicate pink. He bent forward and licked across her skin, suckling each turgid bud into his mouth.
"Please, Papa, please…"
"Shh, we've only just begun." Sitting back, he began again, the blows slightly harder and then harder again, until she gasped when his aim changed to drop the strands across her nipples.
"Ahhh."
Edward grinned; she was definitely feeling these and yet, instead of collapsing, she pushed her breasts up. He changed the angle of his swing so the thongs bit into the underside of her breasts. Her was head thrown back, constant soft mews issuing from her throat. After striking her another half dozen times, he paused to slide a hand between her thighs.
"Please, Papa, please may I come for you?"
Pleased, he slid a finger into her quim, rotating the wrist of his other hand, the small tails of the whip twirling in the air. "Yes, come for Papa. I want to feel your cunny hugging my finger as I whip your little nips."
It took less than a dozen blows before she shrieked, her hips jerking as she exploded. Edward struck her even harder as she continued to convulse, her mews morphing into louder gasps and cries of pleasure mingled with pain, her hands clutching and unclutching the bedcovering behind her. He could feel the contractions of her cunny gripping and releasing his finger as she convulsed.
"Papa!" she screamed, as he bent forward and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down and suckling hard. He gave her other breast the same attention and then moved to press her onto her back, drawing her legs apart so he could bury his face in her quim.
"You'll come again," he demanded, with the briefest lifting of his head. "You'll fill Papa's mouth with your sweet nectar."
Screams of pleasure echoed in the room as he drove her to another culmination, lapping at her core, his tongue plunging into her cunny and then sliding down to rim her bottom flower.
"Please, please take me," she begged, her legs trembling, her chest heaving.
Edward freed his cock, positioning it at the entrance to her body as he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her hips. The sight of her plump mounds; flushed and swollen, with darker pink lines criss-crossed over the swells from the application of the whip, had his cock hard as steel. The sight of her face; her violet eyes glazed with desire, her mouth slightly parted as she continued to beg him to take her, had him thrusting his hips forward to plunge into her velvet sheath.
"Ahh, Papa!" Her hands moved to clutch at his shoulders as he bent over her, his hips pistoning forward and back, his balls slapping against her bottom as he lifted her hips to plunge deeper.
"Is this what my little one needs?" he asked, one hand releasing a buttock to squeeze a swollen breast, his fingers plucking at nipples that had never turned soft.
"Yes. Yes," she screamed as she convulsed for the third time, her muscles contracting and pulling his cock deeper.
"Naughty girl," he teased as he squeezed her other breast. "I don't recall hearing you asking for permission to come all over my cock." He continued to plunge in and out of her before thrusting to the hilt, his cock jerking as he poured his seed deep within her.
Edward bent over her, his chest squashing her tender breasts as his mouth hovered over hers. "Ah, little lady, I do so adore knowing you've lessons yet to learn." He kissed her gently, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip. "We've more experiments to complete and, my love, your lack of control has written the next step in the procedure. It shall be the very cunny that is cradling my cock that next feels the caress of your new little whip." He felt her quim clutch again, holding him inside despite knowing it would soon feel the whip's bite, and saw her eyes fill with expectation—with the desire to discover the sensations he would soon be delivering. Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her hard, his tongue demanding entrance, and the love of his life offering herself for anything her Papa wished.
Chapter Ten
"So this is my nursery," Lucy said, watching as Ettie looked around. Her palms were damp, her heart beating fast, and yet she felt better for having asked Ettie if she wanted to come see her room. No matter what Ettie might think; how she might react to the realization that Lucy was her brother's little one on a far deeper level, at least there would be no more secrets between them. Prepared to defend her choice to serve her husband in this way, Lucy was surprised to see the huge smile on Ettie's face.
"It's so pretty."
"Um, yes it is. Papa did a very nice job choosing everything."
"That's because he loves you so much." Ettie ran her hand over the rail of the crib, her hand moving to the mattress to stroke the stuffed cat that Lucas had given his own sweet kitten.
"This must be your crib," Ettie declared, before moving to the extra crib that had been brought in for Louisa's use. "This is where Emmie and Louisa slept?"
Lucy simply nodded, not knowing exactly how to react.
Picking up the bottle that Lucy hadn't even noticed, Ettie smiled and set it back down. "Does Nanny or Papa give you your bottle?"
"Um, no—well, sometimes, but that's not mine. Perhaps Uncle Edward or maybe Nanny Molly fed one to Louisa. She was still sleeping when Luc—Papa woke me."
Moving across the room, Ettie paused at the bookshelf that also served as a spanking bench, running her fingers over the pink-striped, wedge shaped pillow. "What's in there?" she asked, reaching up to touch the white cabinet hanging on the wall.
Lucy felt her bottom clench. "Things Papa uses on my bottom when I'm naughty." She paused as Ettie moved to the door on the same wall. "That's my water closet. Nanny Molly's room is on the other side."
Ettie's tour ended as she moved to stand at the changing table, her fingers trailing along the padded top. "Why didn't you want to show me before?"
"Because I didn't know what you might think," Lucy answered honestly. "I didn't want you to think differently about me if you knew that I sleep in a crib, wear… wear nappies, or drink from a bottle sometimes. I showed you because I didn't want you to feel that I was keeping secrets or that I don't love you. I do, you know. I love you very much."
Ettie ran to throw her arms around Lucy. "Good, because I love you too. Now that I've seen your room, can we play here sometimes? Do you suppose Lucas might even let me sleep in here some night?"
Lucy hugged the girl back, her body relaxing. "I'm sure we can play here. I don't know about sleeping. I don't sleep here at night—just when I take naps."
"That makes sense, as I suppose Lucas wants his wife to share his chambers during the night." Ettie gave her another hug. "Thank you for showing me your nursery, and thank you for becoming my sister."
Lucy felt her eyes well as she accepted the young woman's words. "You're welcome. Thank you."
The two left the room to see Lucas walking down the hall towards them. Though he said nothing, Lucy could tell by the way his eyes widened briefly that he was surprised to see Ettie.
"Can we work on the wreaths, now?" Ettie asked, running ahead and throwing her arms around her brother's waist. "I'm so glad you remembered that Maman used to make them."
"Yes, your sisters are getting everything ready," he said, his smile easing Lucy's fears that he was upset. "They've been looking for you two."
Ettie released her brother only to grab Lucy's hand. "Come on, I can't wait to show you how to make a wreath. This is going to be so much fun!"
The two ran down the hall, pausing on the stairs. "Aren't you coming to help, Lucas?"
He nodded and joined them, giving both girls' bottoms a swat, which made them squeal and drop their joined hands to rub at the injured area. Chuckling, he took their hands and the three joined the others. "Found them," Lucas declared. "Put them to work!"
Ettie giggled and slipped onto a chair, her eyes bright as her sisters began demonstrating what needed to be done.
Lucas stood and looked over the scene; four heads bent over t
he baskets, hands working with the greenery.
Lucy looked up when he came around to her chair. He bent and kissed her cheek, and she reached up to stroke his face.
"Everything okay, Papa?" she asked, her stomach fluttering with the memory of how perfectly okay they'd been only a short while before when she'd been naked under this man, his kisses placed in a far more intimate place.
"Everything is fine," he assured her. "You all just remind me of Christmases past. I can easily picture my mother seated here, working to make the season special."
His words had his sisters nodding, soft smiles on their own lips. "We remember," Bea said, as she twisted another branch into a braid to form a circular wreath. "Thank you for remembering, Lucas."
He nodded and went around the table, dropping kisses on the tops of their heads. The silence of memories lasted for another brief moment before the room filled again with instructions and giggles as the treasured past was left behind to be replaced by a promising future.
By the time Louisa and Edward joined the family, three large wreaths had been made, Bea and Franny remembering how their mother had woven the branches together and sharing that knowledge with the others.
"Come sit with me," Lucy said, as she patted the chair beside her. When her twin slipped into it, she leaned closer. "I showed Ettie my nursery."
Louisa reached for the red ribbon that was being used to tie into many small bows to decorate the wreaths. "I'm glad. Was she as shocked as you imagined?"
"No, and though I think you might be right, I'm not sure Papa is happy that I showed her."
Louisa glanced up to see Lucas talking with her Papa. "Did he ever forbid you to show her?"
"No, I suppose he never considered that I would."
Looking at her twin, Louisa smiled and reached over to squeeze her hand. "I really can't imagine how he could think it would never happen. From what you've told me in your letters and what I've seen since I've been here, Uncle Lucas is very open about his desires and your role in the household. It was only my fears that you'd condemn me that kept my Papa from being as open when you first came to live with us. Besides, if Ettie wishes to wed a man like her brother or Edward, would that be so bad?"
Lucy looked down the table to see Ettie giggling, her joy infectious as the family worked on the decorations. "No. How could it be, when men such as they make us so incredibly happy?"
Louisa gave her twin a hug and they worked together, making several bows before passing them to Franny and Bea to tie onto the wreaths.
"When can we cut down the tree, Lucas?" Ettie asked, not pausing for his answer as she turned to the twins. "We string popcorn and cranberries and put them on the tree. There are boxes of decorations in the attic, and we all sing carols and talk about past Christmases. It's one of my favorite nights of the year."
Lucas chuckled as he bent to kiss her cheek. "I think you forgot to mention the cookies and hot cider."
"Oh, yes, those are wonderful as well."
"Next week will be soon enough I think," Lucas said. "It is still almost two weeks until Christmas, and it is best not to cut the tree too soon." At her sigh, he patted her hand. "Don't fret, I promise we have a great deal to look forward to over the next few weeks. Let's take the time to enjoy each one, shall we?"
Two wreaths were hung on the double front doors; everyone agreeing that they looked quite festive. Another hung on the kitchen door. Edith was smiling and thanking the girls for their efforts, patting Frank and Lucas' arms when they reminded her that they had been the ones to cut the boughs. Bowls of greenery, holly leaves and berries decorated the surfaces of many tables, and garlands draped across doorways.
"It really is beginning to feel like Christmas," Lucas said after hanging the last one.
"They look beautiful, Papa," Lucy said, lifting onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
After dinner, they all gathered in the library and listened as Edward and Louisa talked about their trip.
"I enjoyed visiting Mr. Bedford the most," Louisa said, after Edward told of the donation the man had made to the less fortunate.
Deciding to share an early gift, Edward presented the box with the girls playing on the cover to the family. Squeals of delight were heard as the family opened the puzzle and began to work together. They'd only managed to complete half of the border before Molly arrived to announce it was bedtime.
Lucas and Edward chuckled as protests were given even as the girls rose and left the table. As Lucas accepted his youngest sister's kiss, he reached up and caressed her cheek.
"What?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"Nothing, I just want you to know I love you."
"I love you too." She gave him another kiss and then giggled. "I'm glad you do, because Mrs. Harris is coming tomorrow for my fittings. I can't wait to have my first ball gown finished."
"I remember," Lucas said, as he sighed dramatically. "Goodness knows the woman makes most of her salary off this family."
Franny's offer to forgo a new gown had him shaking his head and pulling her down onto his lap. "Absolutely not. You, my dear, are going to shine as you walk into the ballroom." When she looked away, he turned her face back to him. "There is nothing to fear, Franny. I'll be there, as will Frank and Edward. I promise, this time you will have a wonderful evening."
At her nod, he released her and watched as the two walked from the library. Lucy and Louisa had already gone with Molly for baths and bed. Frank and Bea had retired even earlier.
"You think she believes you?" Edward asked from where he was sitting, a newspaper on his lap.
"I pray she does," Lucas said. "It makes my blood boil to know she is more like a frightened little mouse than the self-assured young woman she used to be."
"Give her time. As you said, we'll all keep an eye on her."
"You keep your eyes on her. Mine will be on any man that takes a single step in her direction," Lucas growled.
Edward laughed. "You'd better have eyes in the back of your head then. Remember, Ettie will be there as well and I assure you, between the two, your head is going to be spinning."
"Believe me, it already is," Lucas said, as he thought about what he'd seen earlier. Though he and his sisters had grown up in a household where they'd often witnessed their own mother being treated as a much younger girl, he'd never even considered that one of her daughters might choose the same path. The knowledge that his shy little one had actually shown her nursery to Ettie had his mind churning. It wasn't long before he rose from his chair.
"I've got some things to discuss with Lucy. Feel free to enjoy another drink."
Edward stood as well. "No need. I'm sure Louisa is wondering if her Papa is going to continue the experiment tonight."
The men walked up the stairs.
"You going to share the results with me?" Lucas asked.
Edward slapped his friend on the back. "Eleanor wishes for unbiased reports. Do your own, and then we shall compare how our little ones enjoyed the experience."
Lucas chuckled and nodded as he paused outside his own door, watching as Edward flexed his wrists, as if loosening them in preparation of twirling a small whip. Opening his door, he pushed aside the desire to do the same—he had a more serious matter to discuss.
Lucy heard the door open and sat up, watching as her husband moved into the room. Though he'd assured her all was well, she wasn't surprised to see him appear far earlier than normal.
"Are you mad at me, Papa?" she asked quietly as he undressed.
"No, I'm not mad," he answered, laying the last of his clothing onto a chair before lifting the bedcovers to slip into the bed. Settling himself against the headboard, he patted his lap. "Come, Kitten, curl up with Papa."
She did so, snuggling onto his lap and laying her cheek against his bare chest.
His fingers began to stroke through her blonde curls, then moved to lift the charm of the necklace she always wore.
"My heart, my life, my love." His words were softly spoken
as he kissed the golden kitten. "Those words and my vows bind me to you, Lucy. I loved you from the moment I saw you, and I will love you until the day I die. Never fear that you have or will ever do anything that breaks the bond of our vows, Kitten. No matter what life brings us, together we shall always make it through."
Though he had stated he wasn't mad, and his words reassured her that he wasn't, she could sense his unease in the tension of his body. "I'm sorry if showing Ettie my nursery was wrong. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Why now?" Lucas asked, his hand moving to cup her chin to lift her face to his. "You've been here for several months and never showed an inclination to share your nursery. In fact, I seem to recall a few times I had to redden your bottom when you refused to call your room by its true name."
Lucy knew he spoke the truth. Though Lucas had never once kept her role a secret, assuring her that his family and staff would accept her dual roles, she'd hurt him more than once with her refusal to openly accept the role of his little one. It seemed rather foolish now that she had shown Ettie her nursery and received nothing but positive words about that part of her role.
"Because she was hurt. She never said anything when Emmie came, but I know she wondered even then why I'd never invited her to my nursery. Louisa asked me why I kept it a secret and I realized that it wasn't really necessary." She paused, stroking his chest lightly. "I also realized that it wasn't right. I love having you for my Papa. I love it when you rock me and hold me, when you tell me a story and those times you feed me a bottle. Though I admit I was a bit frightened she'd think less of me, I'm more concerned about what you think. I don't want you to think I don't want you as my Papa, because I do. I want that very much."
He bent to kiss her softly, and just that tender touch against her lips had her nipples hardening inside her gown and her quim moistening. When he released her, she once again laid her cheek against his chest. "Papa, Louisa and I—um, we think that…"
"Ettie wants her own Papa?" Lucas offered, when she didn't complete her thought.
