by Ryan, Maggie
Mrs. Bremmer chuckled, pushed the nipple back into Louisa’s mouth and said, “No little girl wants a spanking sweetheart but in this house, spankings and paddlings and strappings, birchings and canings are used to teach naughty little ones to be good. Now, finish up and then we’ll just sit here until you go potty.” Lucy suddenly found herself wishing she could escape the room. She didn’t want to witness the humiliation of what her sister was evidently expected to do. She was about to rise in an attempt to sneak out of the room when she looked over at the door to judge the distance only to see Edward staring straight at her. Her heart stopped beating, as his eyes bored into hers.
She wasn’t aware she whimpered until she heard Mrs. Bremmer say, “Who is there?” Lucy pleaded with her eyes for Edward to ignore her but, of course, he had his own plans. “Lucille, come out from behind there right this minute!” Lucy heard her sister gasp and then cry out as she realized she was being watched. Louisa began to struggle to get down, to get the bottle out of her mouth, to run from the room, to run from her sister, however, Mrs. Bremmer gripped her tightly and told her to be still. When that didn’t immediately work, she slapped her leg trying to stop the girl’s frantic will to flee. Lucy remained frozen and Edward finally shook his head and stepped into the room.
As he walked towards Lucille, he said, “Louisa, be still unless you wish to taste the cane! Lucille Furniss, stand up and come here immediately unless you’d like the same!” Louisa had frozen at the threat of a caning and though her cries were still heard, the bottle had been pressed back into her mouth and stifled her cries somewhat. Lucy pushed herself to a standing position and tried to run around Edward. He simply reached out and snagged her arm, drawing her to a quick stop and then pulling her to him. She reached out and began to beat her fists against his chest but he simply gathered her hands in his and held her in place. Her chest heaved with her panting as she tried to kick out at him.
He shook her and commanded, “Be still!” The events were too much for Lucy. She, too, froze and broke into sobs. Edward shook his head and marched her over to the settee. He sat down and pulled her down and across his lap. Before she even realized what was happening, her dress was flipped up onto her back along with her petticoats. Her bloomers were raked down to her knees, baring her bottom; his hand began slapping onto her bottom-cheeks. She began to howl and kick her feet, her head lifting to scream out her frustration and her humiliation. She saw Mrs. Bremmer smiling, as she continued to hold Louisa. Louisa was crying as well, her eyes locked onto Lucy’s as if begging for something. Lucy was so confused, so shocked, that it wasn’t until at least two dozen swats had landed on her bottom that she realized she was being spanked in full view of everyone in the room. The pain in her bottom grew; the spanking continuing until she was truly sobbing and begging for him to stop. Edward ignored her, and painted her bottom crimson with nothing but the palm of his hand. His gaze moved between Lucy’s rapidly swelling bottom to his little wife -- held tightly, a bottle pressed into her mouth. He saw the milk was almost gone and said, “I am going to continue spanking Lucille until you have obeyed me, Louisa. I will not tolerate either a naughty little sneak who enjoys eavesdropping or a little lady who refuses to obey her Papa.” Lucy continued to struggle but was soon exhausted as swat after swat after swat assaulted her bottom. Louisa began to suckle harder as if desperate to empty the bottle, in order to obey her husband and end her sister’s painful spanking. Regardless, the last suckle was taken and the bottle finally drained. Mrs. Bremmer removed the nipple and then sat her charge up on her lap, Louisa’s back to her chest as she was forced to witness the spanking of her sister.
“Are you wet, young lady? Did you use your nappy as you were told?” Edward asked, as his huge hand landed another swat on the bruised bottom over his lap.
Louisa shook her head and pleaded, “Please, Papa….please stop spanking Lucy….I….I just…can’t!.” Edward was not satisfied with her answer, and he continued his spanking of Lucille, his hand moving down to the backs of her thighs. Lucy screamed at the new assault. Her bottom had grown somewhat numb, but this new attack brought intense waves of pain rolling through her body and she begged her sister to do something she had never thought possible.
“Go potty, Louisa. Please, oh please, use your nappy….go potty now!” Louisa was humiliated, but hearing her sister begging her to do the only thing that would stop the awful punishment, she sobbed, clenched her eyes shut, and allowed her bladder to release. Edward knew instantly the very moment his wife had obeyed his order. Her face was an open book, showing both intense humiliation as well as intense relief as she finally complied. He continued to spank Lucy’s thighs until he was quite positive that Louisa was finished wetting her nappy. He lifted his hand, and gave it a small shake as if to ease the pain of the spanking.
“Do what is required, little lady, or do I need to get a paddle to use on your sister’s bottom?” Louisa sobbed.
“I’m sorry, Papa. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I…wet my nappy….”
“Correctly, Missy,” Mrs. Bremmer ordered feeling the little woman squirm on her lap.
“I..I went po….potty in my…my nappy, Pa…Papa. Please…please change…change me,” Louisa sobbed, the words horrid to speak, but knowing they must be said. Lucy’s spanking stopped, and though she continued to lay over Edward’s knees and sob, he was looking at his wife.
“That’s my very good little girl. I am very proud of you, Louisa. I’m proud that you obeyed your Papa and went potty in your nappy like a good girl. Don’t fret; Papa will change you in just a moment.” Louisa hung her head with shame, her hands covering her face as she sobbed. Edward stood Lucy up and marched her to the corner. He pressed her nose into the wall.
“You, young lady, will stand here and hold your dress up and present your bare bottom. I will have more to say to you after I tend to Louisa. Don’t you dare move a single inch or I will take a strap to your bottom. Do you understand me, Lucille?” She sobbed as she felt him tuck the rolled fabric of her dress and petticoats into her hands. She lifted the fabric high and sobbed in further shame as he bent and pulled her bloomers down to her ankles. “Get that bottom stuck out, Lucille, and keep it out. I want everyone to see what happens to naughty little sneaks in this house!”
Lucy felt exactly like a sneak, and was ashamed of herself. ”Ye…yes, si..Sir.” Edward was satisfied and turned to his wife. He lifted her off Mrs. Bremmer’s lap.
“I’ll take Louisa up and get her changed. Please stay and keep an eye on Lucille.”
“Certainly, Sir,” Mrs. Bremmer said, sitting back in the chair. She was extremely pleased with the turn of events. This might not have been the way his Lordship wanted to inform his charge of the proper way Wintercrest was run, but, all in all, it was now out in the open and all this subterfuge could cease. She found herself wondering with glee at how often she’d see bare little bottoms, pulsing and red from good hard thrashings, peeking out from various corners of the manor. She thought the opportunities would be most plentiful, indeed, as it would be a long hard battle in training these two identical little girls.
Chapter 3
Louisa remained silent as she was carried up the stairs and into her nursery. Her mind was swirling with thousands of thoughts, none of them very pleasant. Her wet nappy felt horrid against her skin and she pressed her face tightly into Edward’s neck. He grinned and held her tighter as he walked across the room. He laid her onto the table, and loved the fact that she whimpered and squirmed, her discomfort from a wet nappy evident.
“Lift your bottom, sweetie so I can get your dress out of the way,” he ordered and she complied. He smiled as he lifted her dress to lie over her tummy and, without thinking; he bent and blew a soft raspberry onto the naked soft skin of her tummy. She jerked and then squirmed as he moved his lips and did it again. Louisa felt her stomach flip as he continued to press his lips all across her tummy and she realized her sex was tingling. God, how could she react this way? She ha
d been discovered by her sister, she had been forced to use a nappy and actually admit the act and ask to be changed. Yet, as Edward’s lips moved to kiss her lightly again, she wanted nothing more than for him to strip her naked and take her as his. She blushed and squirmed again until Edward finally lifted his mouth from her.
“I love kissing your tummy, little one. You can be such a good little girl for your Papa.” She blushed at his praise but found her tummy continued to tingle with desire. Edward grinned as he pulled down the rubber pants and set them aside. She was extremely wet, her nappy soaked, and he knew she must be very uncomfortable. Her comfort was not his concern; however, her obedience was what mattered. He unpinned the nappy and drew it out from under her bottom. Louisa whimpered as the air blew across her wet skin, her shame intense as he took a cloth and began to clean her. He took his time, making sure to use his fingers to open her outer lips and drag the cloth again and again through them until she was wet for another reason. Her little clit jumped under its hood and Edward shocked her by bending down and placing a soft kiss on it. She moaned, her hips lifting as if begging for another. Edward felt his sex harden and he grinned. His little lady was becoming soaked with her adult juices even as he cleaned her from using a child’s nappy. He frowned, seeing the curls hiding her from his view.
“I want you to stay here and lie still, Louisa. I’ll be right back and if you know what is good for you, you will not get off this table.” She nodded, her skin pebbling from the arousal she was feeling, and the sound of his voice.
“Yes, Papa,” she said, and as he left the room, she found her thumb making its way back into her mouth. She felt her other hand drifting down over her clothing bunched at her waist and had almost touched herself before she remembered it was absolutely forbidden to do so. She uttered a short gasp and jerked her hand back. Her mind flooded with the memory of the severe thrashing she had received one evening when her husband caught her touching her throbbing bud. Edward had not allowed her to take her pleasure when he had taken her to their bed, and she felt she would explode from her need. She had thought he had fallen asleep while she continued to twitch and throb with the need for release. Her fingers had drifted to lie on her engorged clit and while she had only stroked herself a half dozen times before her Papa had grabbed her hand, he had been livid. He didn’t even have to say a word; her guilt was so intense at being caught. He had flipped her onto her stomach and reddened her bottom with his hand. She had promised never to do it again as he climbed out of the bed only to retrieve her paddle. Sobbing with the pain of the paddling, she had again begged for forgiveness and pleaded for mercy. None was given as he traded the paddle for the strap. After he had laid twenty burning hot welts across her well-roasted bottom, and restrained her hands to the rail of their bed, she was a throbbing, very sorry little girl. Many additional nights tested her resolve when she felt she was only one stroke from completion after her Papa refused her permission to spend. The memory of that intense thrashing always gave her the strength she needed to lie still and accept the fact that she would throb for hours simply because that was what her Papa wanted.
Remembering, she lay still, and turned her mind to wondering how she could face her sister. Lucy must think her husband was a monster and her sister was some type of fool to have wed him. She felt tears fill her eyes as she felt a loss she couldn’t explain. Her mouth worked harder on her thumb as she pictured her twin standing in the corner, her bottom aching all because of Louisa. Edward returned to the nursery and saw his little one’s tears. He sighed and placed the items he had brought with him on the table.
“What is it, little lady? What is making you so sad?” Louisa cried harder at the concern in his voice. She adored this man, but would never ever be able to admit that what he did to her caused her both pain and intense pleasure. She had no words to explain how he made her feel -- even at the awful, humiliating things he made her do. All she knew was that this was her life, and that she wanted to be his wife, no matter what age he expected her to be. She continued to cry until he picked her up and settled them both in the large rocker. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed. Edward was a very astute man. He knew without her admitting it that she was terrified and ashamed. He knew she was struggling to truly accept not only her enforced lifestyle, but also her deep need for submission. He knew that she loved her sister and that they were connected in ways that not everyone could understand. He knew that she felt she could never face Lucille again and yet, he also knew, somehow deep inside himself, that Lucille was far more identical to Louisa than she would ever want to admit. He had seen her watching the scene from behind the settee and had known that she felt somehow drawn to what was happening. Lucille might not yet understand the pull of her desire; might never truly admit it to anyone including herself, yet he knew that these two women were born to be submissives. They were intelligent, beautiful and capable adult women but their psyche required -- no demanded, that they submit their minds, their hearts and their bodies to dominant men. He knew all this, but also knew he would not explain it to his wife. She would have to work it out on her own.
“Hush, little one. I know you are hurting but must trust that all will be fine. Lucille loves you and, Louisa, both of you will learn things about each other that you never questioned. You were born together and, sweetie, you will always have each other regardless of your status. Now, stop crying, and trust your Papa.” He allowed her a few more minutes of pity for herself, but then stood her erect, stripped her naked and had her back on the table. Louisa looked at the items he had brought and confusion lit her face. One bowl held a steaming cloth, one held what was obviously warm water, and the other held a brush and a bar of soap. She wondered why on earth her husband intended to shave up in her nursery. However, as he pressed her to lie back and then used his hands to first push her knees up and then spread them wide, opening her sex to him, she gasped. Chuckling, he watched her confusion disappear as he worked the brush against the soap until he had worked up a huge lather.
“That’s right. Little girls who wear nappies don’t need hair on their sweet little pussies. Papa is going to shave you now, and you will never have hair between your legs again. Be still and don’t move. I don’t want to cut my sweet girl.” Louisa barely dared to breathe as she felt his fingers moving through her blonde curls. She had never considered the fact that he would shave her down there. She felt his fingers move to open her outer lips and she shuddered.
He grinned and reminded her, “I know this feels good little one. I know Papa’s fingers are playing with your sweet little pussey but don’t move.” She blushed and had to close her eyes to avoid the shame. She felt him lift his hand from her sex only to take one of hers and guide it to her mouth.
“Go ahead and suckle, baby. I want you to feel comfortable while Papa shaves you.” She didn’t protest, though it made her feel like a baby. She accepted her thumb and was soon drawing on it as she felt him begin to snip away the curls from her pussey. When he was satisfied that the scissors would no longer do him any good, she felt the warm lather being applied to her sex. She moaned at the warmth and then froze when she felt the first swipe of the razor. Edward heard her small whimper and reassured her.
“Shhh, it is okay, Louisa. Papa will be very careful. I won’t cut this precious little pussey. Just suckle your thumb and lie still.” It took several minutes and he lathered the entire area two additional times before Edward was satisfied that her pussey was shorn smooth. She blushed anew as she was guided to her hands and knees and then her face and shoulders pressed to the pad of the changing table. He again guided her thumb into her mouth and she had to shut her eyes in humiliation as she felt the fingers of one of his hands pressing open the cleft of her bottom. She felt the brush touch against her puckered opening and she clenched it tightly. She whimpered as she well remembered the last time her bottom-hole had been exposed. She didn’t see him grin as he lathered her well. His cock was rock hard in his pants, aching to explore the
tiny forbidden opening. He knew it would be quite an experience when he first took her bottom, one she had never possibly imagined. For now, he satisfied himself with carefully shaving all around her little rim and then washing the foam away. Once the bare, smooth surface of her skin was visible, he bent down and pressed his lips to her opening. Her eyes flew open and she gasped loudly, trying to pull away, her thumb popping from her mouth as her hands clawed at the padded surface of the table.
“Be still, Louisa,” he ordered, his voice only slightly louder than normal as he easily pulled her back towards him. She felt her eyes fill as she felt his lips press into her cleft again. Edward kissed the tender skin all up and down the divide of her bottom, his fingers holding her open to allow his mouth to taste her freshly shaven bottom. His tongue finally pressed once more, directly into the center of her pucker, and she felt her stomach clench and her clit jump. She knew she would die before she ever admitted to anyone the feelings that were rushing through her at this moment. Edward continued to lick and kiss her opening, his tongue pressing just the tiniest bit inside. Her face was burning as she thought of where his mouth was. Despite his warning, she continued to squirm and moan but didn’t pull away. Edward grinned, even as he reached down to remove himself from his pants. He knew he could not take her that way; not yet at least. She would need far more training in order to learn to relax her bottom-hole and accept his cock deep inside her rear passage. However, his need was great and her freshly shaven little pussey would serve him well. Once he was free, he pulled her down the table until her bottom was barely over the edge. He had not yet taken her from behind, but her lessons were continuing. She didn’t know what was happening, but knew he had stopped kissing her there and that her clit was throbbing. When he pushed into her, she arched and moaned as he moved deep inside her pussey.
