by Ryan, Maggie
Edward sighed heavily and, without a word, flipped his little girl onto her back. Louisa was grateful that the housekeeper was not in sight even as Edward unpinned the cloth and pulled the bone dry fabric from beneath his wife’s bottom.
“I see you chose to be a naughty girl,” he said as he dropped the nappy onto the floor and then stripped her of her short nightshirt. Louisa had no answer. She had been given an order and had failed to obey it. She might have been allowed to act as Lady Wintercrest for several weeks, but it was quickly becoming obvious that was no longer the case. Edward picked up his naked wife and carried her to the ottoman. He set her down on her feet.
“Lie down on your tummy across the ottoman, Louisa.” She very reluctantly did so as she watched her husband stride to the cabinet, open it and remove the long, thin leather strap. As he turned back to her and doubled the leather in his hand, she broke.
“Please no, Papa! Please don’t strap me! I’m sorry…I…I just couldn’t do it…please!”
“Oh, you can and, believe me, Louisa Michelle Wintercrest, you will! If you need a well- strapped bottom before you obey your Papa, then you shall have one. Now, up onto your hands and knees, lower your shoulders and cheek to the ottoman and stick that naughty, dry bottom well up. Ask for your strapping like a good girl.” Louisa began sobbing even as she forced herself into the position he required. Once her bottom was high in the air, she felt him place his hand at the small of her back. “Don’t make me wait, Louisa, as your strapping will be much longer if you do.”
Sobbing, not truly understanding why this man required this of her, she nevertheless heard herself saying, “I’m sorry, Papa. I’m…I’m sorry I didn’t…didn’t obey you. Please…please, may I have my strap..strapping?” Edward smiled and allowed the leather to lie against her upturned bottom. He saw her flinch but she didn’t dare try to lower herself.
“If you fail in your diaper duties again, little lady, it will not be the strap the next time. I will use the cane against your little bottom, and then you shall learn what penance is required for the use of such a severe instrument.”
Louisa felt her heart stutter at his calm warning. She instinctively knew that the penance she normally performed was not the one of which he was speaking. She knew she never wanted to discover what he would expect of her if he ever had cause to give her a caning. She found herself lifting her bottom even higher and saying, “Yes sir, Papa. I’m…I’m sorry.” Edward lifted the strap and she shrieked as it connected with her bottom. The blow almost forced her to flatten against the ottoman but she pushed her bottom back into the air. The act was repeated again and again until ten welts marked her skin, each slightly below the previous one. She was twisting and turning, attempting to avoid the blows, but Edward kept his hand at her back, his aim never once off its target. Two additional strokes were given directly on the most tender area where her bottom met her thighs, and she screamed loudest at these. She continued to cry and then flushed hotly as she felt his fingers slide between her spread legs. She knew exactly what he would discover in her secret place. Her body had betrayed her again, her moisture flooding her sex even as her bottom received stroke after stroke of the strap. Edward smiled as his fingers became slick with her cream. He chuckled a bit enjoying the look of her body flushing with the rosy color of her embarrassment. Her little bottom was well striped and hot. She looked exactly as a very naughty little girl should. He removed his fingers from her after giving her little nub just the barest flick. He adored the small but soulful moan his fingers drug from her. His cock was rock hard in his pants as he placed the strap back into the cabinet.
Louisa was still sobbing as he walked back to her, lifted her easily off the ottoman and placed her on her knees between his spread thighs. After asking for and receiving permission, his little one began her penance. He was soon moaning as she took him into her mouth, her small tongue giving him great pleasure. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she suckled him hard. Edward knew he could make her ordeal go quickly but chose instead to lengthen her act of penance. Louisa’s jaws were aching and her eyes watering as she was forced to accept more of his length into her mouth and keep her tongue and lips busy pleasuring him. It seemed like an hour had passed before she felt his hand at the back of her head, holding her easily in place as he filled her throat and mouth with his cream. She accepted his tribute, as she had been taught, and it was another several minutes before she was allowed to return him to his pants. Edward helped her to her feet, led her to the table and lifted her onto it. Louisa began to cry feeling her bladder threaten to release even as her husband quickly placed another nappy around her burning bottom.
“You will learn to obey me, Louisa. If you had gone potty in your nappy during your nap, you would not have been diapered again today. However, you were a naughty girl and will remain in your nappy for the rest of the day, regardless of when you use it.” Louisa’s cries grew louder, understanding that she would indeed be forced to go potty in a nappy just like a small little girl. Edward loved seeing her face, as she realized her defiance had earned her nothing but a very hot bottom, a tummy full of his cream and the knowledge that she would remain in nappies for a great long time. Fastening the last pin in place, he helped her to sit and then lifted her off the table. She had stopped sobbing, but was still sniffling as he helped her to dress. She was so wrapped up in the fact that she was expected to use a nappy that she wasn’t truly aware of her clothing. It wasn’t until she was being led from the nursery when she looked at her dress. It was a child’s dress and didn’t come close to reaching her ankles. Her face was shocked as she pulled away from his hold.
“No! I…I can’t go downstairs like this! I…I look…look like a baby!”
Edward chuckled and tightened his grip. “No, my little lady; you look like a precious little girl. Well,” he paused and grinned, “at least your outside clothing does. But we both know you do look like a baby under your dress. Your nappy will help remind you of the fact that you are to be a good little girl and obey your Papa. Now, it is too late for you to have tea but you may play in the library until dinner.” Louisa wanted to pull away and hide. She was terrified of being seen like this again. She had been dressed like a child before but that had been weeks earlier, weeks she had chosen to push from her mind. Once word that Lucille was coming to live at Wintercrest had reached them, she had begged her husband to allow her to be once again Lady Wintercrest. He had reluctantly agreed, but had maintained her regression into childhood and complete submission would continue at his discretion. It was now obvious that he no longer would allow her to hide her status from her sister. Tears began to slide down her cheeks.
“Please, Papa…please don’t do this. I…I don’t want Lucy…”
“It is time for Lucille to understand the ways of Wintercrest my dear. I was far too lenient and let my love for you cloud my judgment. You are my bride but, most importantly, you are my special little lady. No longer will you be allowed to hide the fact. You are to remember your earlier training or, little one, your poor bottom will be so well thrashed you won’t be able to sit upon it for days. Now, come along, I have work to attend to and you have caused enough trouble as it is.” Ignoring her tears, he led her down the stairs and into the library. Louisa didn’t dare raise her eyes as they moved through the house, but she was aware that they passed several servants. Her shame increased, though she knew none would belittle her; well, at least not in her or Edward’s presence. She found she could not think about what was whispered about the mistress of the manor below stairs or in the privacy of the staff’s quarters. She was led to a chair, and as she climbed up into it, she heard someone enter the room. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, mortified at being discovered in her childish attire, the thickness of the nappy between her legs constantly reminding her of what was expected.
“Oh my, you look precious, Miss Louisa,” she heard Mrs. Bremmer announce. “It’s about time this household got itself in order. Now, you’ve missed tea
but I know that little girls are quite thirsty after their naps. I’ve prepared you a nice warm bottle. Do you need me to feed it to you, or can you be a good little girl and drink it yourself?” Louisa’s face burned as she looked up to see a large baby bottle before her. The nipple appeared to be huge, one that would certainly fill her entire mouth. She wanted to run, to hide, but knowing her husband was probably still in the room, she lifted her hands and took the awful bottle. She had been given one before, and knew what was expected.
“Thank you, Mrs. Bremmer,” she sniffed even as she put the bottle to her lips.
Mrs. Bremmer didn’t move until she saw Louisa open her mouth and begin to suckle on the bottle. “That’s our good girl. Now, you just drink up, and I’ll be back to check on you soon. If that bottle isn’t empty, I’m afraid I’ll just have to take you on my lap and feed you.” The housekeeper began to walk away and then, as if in afterthought, turned and said, “Oh, and sweetie, I’ll be checking your nappy as well. It won’t do for our little one to sit in a wet, dirty diaper. We wouldn’t want your skin to get a rash, now would we?” Louisa closed her eyes, sank as far back in the chair as she could and cried quietly as she drank the milk the bottle held. She wished she had obeyed Edward and used the horrid nappy in the privacy of her nursery. That would have been awful enough but this….this was far more mortifying. When would she learn that to defy her Papa only caused her more anxiety - more shame and pain? She tried to think of how she could possibly explain all of this to her twin sister. She could think of no explanation that would be good enough. Lucille would be shocked and then ashamed of her sister for allowing herself to be treated like a child instead of a grown woman. How could she possibly understand that Louisa did not truly hate being her husband’s child bride? How could she ever explain that submitting to her husband satisfied something deep inside? Louisa didn’t even understand her feelings – how would Lucy? What she hated was the thought of seeing her sister’s love disappear from her eyes when she discovered her twin’s true submission. Louisa sobbed, but even though she was terrified of what Lucy would think of her, she found she was far more worried about what would happen if she didn’t obey her husband…or, to be more honest, her Papa. How would he up his ante in order to teach her that defiance was futile? She suckled on her bottle and soon emptied it.
She blushed as she admitted to herself that she actually enjoyed the comfort of the large nipple filling her mouth, the warmth of the milk spurting into her throat with every pull of the nipple. She found she only wished that she was curled up in her Papa’s lap, her head cradled in his arm while he fed her the bottle, as he had done the first night he had introduced it into her life. But, today she was being punished. She had been a naughty girl, had disobeyed her Papa and, therefore, would not be allowed his comforting embrace. She sobbed and buried her face in her hands even as the bottle fell to the floor and rolled across the carpet. Her heart was aching with emotion, her head was full of conflicting thoughts and she was mortified to feel the desperate need to release her bladder.
Chapter 2
Lucille had changed into an appropriate dress for dinner and was walking down the stairs. She had been so grateful that she hadn’t been strapped after the last quiz that she was smiling and felt better than she had in days. She was practically skipping down the hall when the sight before her drew her to a swift stop.
A small girl in a pretty pink dress with a large pink bow in her hair was walking out of the library. Lucy had never seen her before and wondered whose child she was. She was about to run up to the girl when she saw Mrs. Bremmer step into the hallway from the dining room. Hating that woman, Lucy pulled back and peered around the corner hoping to see the housekeeper move into another room. Instead, she saw the woman step up to the little girl and take her arm. The child shook her head and then began to cry.
“Poor thing, I hope she doesn’t have that witch for a grandmother,” Lucy thought thinking the girl had been caught where she didn’t belong. She continued to watch as Mrs. Bremmer led the child into the library! Lucy wondered what was going on and chanced to sneak down the hall a bit until she was practically at the library door. She dared to peek around the doorframe and then her hand flew to her mouth to cover a stifled cry. The little girl was not a stranger! She saw a reflection of how she herself had looked when she had been about five years of age. Lucy recognized that the child didn’t belong to Mrs. Bremmer. The child wasn’t truly a child at all. Her own twin, her own sister was standing before Mrs. Bremmer, tears streaming down her face as the woman apparently scolded her. Lucy couldn’t truly hear what was being said from across the room, but watched in horror as her sister nodded and then walked to a large leather ottoman and laid herself down upon it. With her sister looking away and Mrs. Bremmer’s back to Lucy, Lucy slipped into the room and scurried to hide behind the settee. She sank down and then lay on the floor and looked beneath the settee to see what was happening. She didn’t once think about what would happen if she were to be caught in her eavesdropping. She was far too confused and too scared of what was happening right before her eyes!
“You are being a very naughty girl, Miss Louisa,” Mrs. Bremmer said as she dug into the deep pockets of her apron. “You know your Papa is busy working in his study and you were told to stay in the library and do your deed.” Lucy watched as the woman bent to pick up something off the rug and realized it looked like a large bottle.
“At least you were a good girl and drank your bottle. Now, I’m sure you need to go potty don’t you?”
Lucy’s eyes flew back to the ottoman to see her sister squirm and then heard her whisper, “Please…please, don’t make me do this. Please…I want my Papa!” Lucy kept her eyes glued to her sister even as the words worked themselves through her mind.
“Nonsense! You know what you must do before you see your Papa. I’m going to give you another bottle to ensure your need outweighs your stubbornness. But first, I am going to put your rubber pants on over your nappy so that you won’t mess your nice dress when you wet your nappy and, believe me, little lady, wet it you will.” Lucy almost fainted. The scene was something out of a nightmare and yet she was wide awake. She watched as Louisa’s legs were pushed back and her dress lifted. She saw white swaddling between her sister’s legs and understood that her grown, married sister was wearing a nappy, a real nappy just like a small child. Louisa sobbed as Mrs. Bremmer worked a pair of red rubber pants over her legs and then was made to lift her bottom in order for the pants to be pulled up over her nappy.
“That’s our good girl. Now, you can go potty and your dress will remain dry. Come along, Louisa. Right up onto my lap and take your bottle. Cook has put some nice medicine in it for you to let you go potty quickly.” Lucy was stunned and remained frozen in place as she watched Louisa get off the ottoman and then climb up into the housekeeper’s ample lap. She watched as her sister accepted the thick nipple of the bottle into her mouth and began to suckle. She watched as Mrs. Bremmer’s hand reached up under the short hem of Louisa’s dress to rub and pat at her bare leg. She watched as her sister seemed to snuggle into the older woman and saw Mrs. Bremmer smile, cuddle her mistress closer and bend down to press a kiss on her forehead.
“Such a sweet little lady. I know you can be a good girl for your Papa, Louisa. You were very naughty, but I know it is because Lucille has come to live with us. You were doing so well in your training, and I was heartbroken to see you so confused. You know you want to be a good girl for your Papa. I know you want to obey him and not have to have so many spankings on your poor little bottom. I know you are hurting from that strapping your Papa had to give his little girl. You deserved it and I’d hate to have to spank you again so soon.” Lucy heard her sister whimper, but saw that she still didn’t fight to get off the woman’s lap. Mrs. Bremmer smiled, held the small woman even closer and continued. “I know you will drink your bottle, go potty and then be able to go tell your Papa you are sorry you were naughty but are wet and need a new na
ppy. Do you think you can be our good girl, little one, or am I going to have to spank that poor little bottom again?” Lucy’s heart was pounding but she found she couldn’t have moved for the world. The scene before her continued to play out, and she held her breath anxious to hear what transpired. Louisa pushed the nipple from her mouth, and her voice was very soft in the room causing Lucy to have to strain to hear it. Even the tone of her sister’s voice had dropped to that of a young child.
“I…I don’t want a span…spanking.”
