by Ryan, Maggie
Sobbing with all that was happening, she gasped, “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so, so sorry. Please…please, thra…thrash me.” It wasn’t exactly correct but hearing her request a thrashing instead of a strapping pleased Edward. Her subconscious was dictating her submissive need to pay for her sins. Her choice of the word told him that she expected to be strapped quite soundly, and he intended to live up to her expectations.
“That’s a good girl. I know you will learn from this, little one. Now, lift your bottom high and do not reach back or close your legs. If you do, I shall have to tie you down and thrash you anew.”
Lucy felt him step close and said, “Ye…yes, Sir.” She gripped the opposite arm of the chair and laid her head down on the soft cushion. Her feet were flat on the floor but, with his quiet order to ‘present’, she pushed up onto her tiptoes, her bottom presented to her guardian. Edward smiled at her quick obedience and then began.
Louisa flinched and spilled a spoonful of her soup when Lucy’s first scream rent the air. Her hand trembled, and her eyes closed as another echoed in the room. She knew that her sister would be in a great deal of pain by the time Edward was done with her. She had been shocked when Lucy had fled the house, but also knew the price that act would require. She, too, had once attempted to flee, but had just as easily been caught. She hadn’t been able to sit without wincing for several days. As cry after cry filled the house, Louisa felt a tear slide down her cheek and her face flush with shame as she felt her stomach tingle. She was horrified to discover her pussey clench in her nappy with arousal. How could she feel aroused at the sound of her sister’s pain? She put her spoon down and clapped her hands over her ears in an effort to drown out the sounds. She felt another’s hand on hers, and saw Mrs. Bremmer pulling her hands down, placing them back on the table.
“Don’t you be naughty, Louisa. If someone else chooses to be naughty, you know what happens to their little bottoms. Your sister needs to learn that lesson, and you shall do well to bear witness. Your Papa wants you to eat your dinner, so I suggest you do so. I’d hate for you to have a turn in the study as well.” Louisa’s hand shook as she picked up her spoon, dipping it into her bowl. Though most of it spilled back into the bowl, she managed to put the spoon into her mouth. Mrs. Bremmer nodded and then her voice softened.
“I know it is hard, honey but your Papa is a good man. You just eat your supper, and if you need your nappy changed, you let me know.” Louisa nodded, her desire no longer coursing through her body, as the woman reminded her of her own shameful attire. She continued to take small bites of soup as the thrashing went on and on in the back of the house.
Lucy felt as if she would soon die. Her entire backside hurt. The strap bit into her bottom again and again, and then moved down to lick at the backs of her legs. She screamed and begged and promised to be the best girl ever, but the strap continued to fall. Never before in her life had she been so punished. This was truly the thrashing of her life, and she prayed she would not only survive it, but never ever be subjected to such pain again. Edward stopped only long enough to remind her to open her legs and lift her bottom. Every time he did, she automatically obeyed, and he smiled. She had released the chair’s arms and had pushed her hands under the cushion as if to both gather comfort from hugging it, as well as keep her hands away from where they wanted to go. She was learning, and learning quickly. He laid another dose of the strap over her bottom and again down her legs. She tried to maintain position, but would occasionally kick up a foot, only to immediately lower it again. She took thirty full strokes of the leather strap before he considered her well-thrashed. She was so deep in her submission to his authority that she wasn’t even aware of the fact that her strapping was over. She lay over the chair, her tears soaking the cushion, her bottom and thighs welted and so very red and swollen.
Edward gave her a few minutes to compose herself, and then said, “Stand up.” She forced herself to do so, her legs wobbling, her hands going behind her back to clench her bottom. Edward thought it adorable and allowed her a few quick rubs before he said, “Hands at your sides, little one. You need to let that bottom burn. Now, thank me properly and we shall go have our dinner.”
She couldn’t imagine eating but heard herself saying, “Th…thank you for…for strapping me, Sir. I won’t…won’t run away again.” Edward nodded, and stepped forward to cup his palm against her cheek.
“It doesn’t have to be this hard, Lucy. Learn to obey and your life shall be easier.” She shuddered at his touch, even as she wished she could cuddle into him. Her heart ached almost as much as her bottom. How could he be so kind, when only a moment ago he was stripping the skin off her bottom yet again? He dropped his hand and moved to put the strap away.
When he turned back, she was calmer, and softly said, “Thank you…thank you, Sir.”
“You are welcome, Lucy. You’ve done well.” She flushed as he bent to pick up her discarded drawers and handed them to her.
“I doubt these will feel good on your bottom, but you need to dress for dinner, my dear. It wouldn’t be proper to be naked beneath your clothing when seated at our table.” He saw her look of shock and hid his smile. “Unless, of course, if you were required to do so as an additional form of punishment.” She was shocked at his words, the shame of possibly sitting with a naked, spanked bottom under her clothing appalling. She slowly pulled the drawers on and over her bottom, hissing as the fabric raked across her skin. She tied the bow with shaking fingers, not knowing how she’d be able to sit on her chair. She dared to ask.
“May…may I skip dinner, Sir. I’m…I’m not hungry.”
“No Lucy. Little girls need a good supper before bed. You will eat a proper meal, and only after will you be allowed to find your bed. Now, come along. There is no need to feel ashamed of getting your bottom thrashed. Naughty girls get strapped and then forgiven. It is over, and need not be discussed, unless you choose to be naughty again.” He bent towards her and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
“You took your thrashing very well, little one. I am very proud of you, Lucy.” Trying to process all that had happened in one short day, Lucy found herself allowing him to take her hand and lead her to the table. She grimaced as she took her seat and allowed him to push her up to the table. She thanked Mrs. Bremmer when a bowl of soup was placed in front of her. She couldn’t look at her sister, her mind and heart churning in confusion. Her bottom burned and clenched as it tried to adjust to her body weight. The meal was quiet, Edward preferring to eat in silence as his two little girls attempted to be good and avoid another trip to the study. Smiling, he enjoyed his meal immensely and was pleased his household would soon be running exactly as he desired.
When the meal was over, Lucy meekly asked, “May I be excused, Sir?” Edward looked at her and was pleased.
“Yes, my dear. You may retire to your room and seek your bed. I want you to get a good night’s sleep before you begin your studies again tomorrow. Come kiss me goodnight and have sweet dreams.” Louisa watched in amazement as her stubborn sister walked to Edward, placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Sir.” Without looking at her sister, Lucy said, “Good night, Louisa; I hope you sleep well.” Louisa felt her eyes fill at the loss of her sister’s gaze, but managed to wish her a good night. She watched as Lucy walked very slowly from the room and knew her entire body was aching. Lucy wasn’t surprised to see Molly in her room, obviously having been sent there by Mrs. Bremmer. The girls didn’t speak as Molly undressed her charge. She had thought her bottom horrid the day before, but its condition this evening caused her to suck in her breath. She helped Lucy into her nightgown and neither spoke of the fact that no bloomers had been slipped on beneath the gown. Molly turned back the spread and sheets of the bed and heard Lucy moan as she crawled up onto it. She immediately turned onto her stomach, her bottom throbbing. Molly gently drew the covers up, but when Lucy moaned, she removed all but the thinnest sheet.
“Sleep we
ll, Miss Lucy.” Lucy didn’t answer, she just began to cry softly as her maid blew out the lamp and left the room after hanging the discarded clothing in the wardrobe. Molly’s heart ached for the poor girl. She, herself, had been strapped quite often but, his Lord obviously intended his ward to be strapped within an inch of stripping the skin off her bottom. She shuddered as she walked down the hall and was startled to see Mrs. Bremmer coming towards her. She curtsied at the older woman and didn’t speak. Mrs. Bremmer nodded and then continued down the hall and opened Lucy’s door. Molly shuddered again hoping the poor girl would be spared more pain, but knew that anything was possible where the housekeeper was concerned.
Lucy heard her door open, but didn’t move. She was exhausted and just wanted to fall into oblivion. She had so much to think about, so much to consider, so many questions she wondered if she would ever be able to answer. She heard someone come towards the bed and she felt the sheet being drawn back. She finally turned her head and saw Mrs. Bremmer’s outline in the faint light from the lamp in the hall. She whimpered as she felt her gown being drawn up to expose her bottom.
“Shhhh, little one. Just be still; I’m going to put some salve on your poor bottom to help the swelling.” Lucy’s face burned and her eyes clenched shut as she felt a glob of something being applied to her bottom. She clenched her bottom tight, expecting pain, but was soon moaning as immediate relief flooded through her. The salve was wonderfully cooling and she was soon limp under Mrs. Bremmer’s expert hands. Anna smiled, her fingers slowly and carefully working the salve into every welt and bruise on the small bottom underneath her hands. The poor child’s skin was hot and swollen, and though it was being soothed now, Anna knew it would be bruised and very sore for several days. She continued to apply the salve down the backs of Lucy’s thighs, and when she softly ordered the girl to open her legs, she smiled when Lucy immediately obeyed. Anna’s fingers slipped between her legs going from one welt to another on her legs, the salve sliding against the hot skin. Lucy felt something change when Mrs. Bremmer’s fingers paused at the junction of her thighs.
“Open your legs wider, sweetie. Let me see if the strap bit into your sweet little pussey.” Lucy’s face flooded with color at the command. It was the first time anyone had referred to her most private, intimate area with such a crude word. The word caused her heart to beat faster but after only a moment’s hesitation, she opened herself a bit wider. Anna grinned and slowly moved her fingers to barely touch the pouch of Lucy’s sex. She watched as the girl tensed and heard her draw in her breath and hold it. She smiled as she moved her fingers closer until the tips settled softly between the girl’s outer lips. She felt the young woman shudder, but noticed that she didn’t attempt to pull herself away. Finding what she hoped to see, Anna slid her fingers up a bit and gently flicked the barest touch against the girl’s hidden nub.
“Ohhh,” Lucy moaned her body tensing with some sort of sensation she didn’t understand and had never experienced before.
“Shhh, don’t fuss, sweetie. Lie still and let me take care of you.” Lucy seemed to settle and moaned again as the finger rubbed a soft circle over a part of her anatomy she had never before known existed. Anna watched her for every sign and listened for every tiny sound of pleasure. “That’s a good little girl,” Anna said very softly as she removed her fingers to once again smooth some salve onto the girl’s bottom.
“You will feel better tomorrow, but I hope you are learning a valuable lesson. It will be much easier on this poor precious little bottom if you learn to be a good little girl and obey the Lord’s rules.” Lucy felt her face heat again as the fingers left her opened legs to gently pat at the bottom under discussion. She realized she had exposed herself to a woman she hated and yet that woman had shown her nothing but tenderness as she soothed her aching bottom. Anna patted her again and then stood, gathering her pot of salve and leaving Lucy’s nightgown well up on her back, leaving her bottom bare and shining with the salve.
“Keep your gown up and let your bottom cool and the salve dry. Sleep well, little Lucy.” Lucy didn’t know what to say and felt intense shame at the way her body was aching. She didn’t know what she needed; what she wanted. She only knew she felt bereft and left on the edge of something that she desperately wanted to experience.
She shut her eyes again, and as Anna bent to kiss her cheek before she left the room, she muttered, “Thank you.” Mrs. Bremmer smiled at the thanks and knew that Lord Wintercrest would be very well pleased.
As Lucy drifted into sleep, Louisa was being changed on her table. Edward hadn’t allowed her to excuse herself from the table until she had to admit that she was wet and needed a fresh nappy. He knew this was something to which his little lady would always have an extremely hard time adjusting. He would keep her in nappies during her naps and would use additional diaper time as punishment. It promised to be very effective in helping keep his little girl in line. When she had asked to be changed, tears sliding down her cheeks, he hadn’t praised her. After all, she was simply obeying him. He had placed his napkin on the table and held out his hand. She blushed the entire way to her nursery, her gait awkward with the awful weight of her sodden diaper between her legs. She didn’t speak until she was cleaned, the sensation strange as her husband ran the cloth and then his fingers over her shorn skin. He hadn’t bothered diapering her again. It was time for her to be tucked into bed and he simply put her in a nightgown and led her to their room. She found herself grateful that she wouldn’t have to spend the night in her crib. She wanted the comfort of her Papa’s arms around her; she needed to feel treasured and desired. She was still struggling with the fact that her secret had been revealed. She knew she would have to face her sister and her sister’s questions soon. However, as she was tucked into her husband’s bed and kissed gently, she smiled and prayed he would see fit to join her soon; she definitely didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts. Edward blew out the lamp and left her to sleep as he went back downstairs. He walked to his study and found Mrs. Bremmer waiting with his glass of cognac. He thanked her and waved her to a seat.
“Tell me, how did you find our newest little one?” Anna smiled, sitting forward a bit in her chair in her eagerness to share her discovery.
“You were right as usual, Sir. She was simply soaking in her sweet pussey and is such an innocent she has no idea of what is happening to her. It was absolutely wonderful to find her so slick and wet even an hour after that thorough strapping you gave her.” Edward took a sip of his drink and grinned. He had truly hoped to find Lucy as receptive and as submissive as Louisa. Their father had been correct. Both of his girls, like their mother, needed extremely strict and harsh men in their lives. The Furniss women needed men who would never hesitate to flood their little ones with attention, though it would most often be painful and unwanted.
“Did she fuss at all?” Mrs. Bremmer smiled and shook her head.
“No, Sir. She was a perfect little angel. She opened her legs wide and even when I told her to open them further, she barely hesitated. She was grateful for the salve, but I think she was even more grateful for the tender care. She probably misses her poor departed mother and needs someone to remind her that though she will be most thoroughly spanked, she’ll also be forgiven. I know her bottom is torturing her, but I believe she understands that she brought the pain upon herself. I know teaching her will continue to be a challenge but, oh, Sir, I believe she will make some man a wonderful little child-wife.” Edward smiled and finished his drink. He thanked his housekeeper, and as she left, he began to run a list of names through his head. Whom should he even offer a chance to wed his charge? If Lucy turned out to be as passionate and as sexually responsive as her sister, she deserved to live her life with someone who not only gave her the intense discipline she would always need, but also able to teach her to scream with pleasures she had no idea existed. The list grew shorter and shorter until only a few names remained. He knew he’d be careful in the final selection, and kn
owing his thoughts of passion had increased his own, he stood and blew out the lamps and climbed the stairs. He would bury himself in his own little child-bride and take his pleasure. If she was a very good girl, he might even allow her to find her own, though he certainly didn’t want to spoil his little lady.
