by Ryan, Maggie
“I’ve warned you, Margot. I will not allow you to continue to misbehave during service. You just wait until I get you home. I’m going to blister this bottom until you can’t sit down and you shall wear a nice thick reminder until you learn I mean business.”
“Nooooo! Please, Papa…please…” the little woman shrieked as he continued to spank her. Lucy was stunned and looked around to see all eyes except Edward’s focused on the domestic scene. Instead of watching Margarite getting her spanking, he was watching his ward. He smiled seeing her shock and her face flush as her eyes met his. He lifted his hand, twirled his finger as if telling her to turn around and watch. She swallowed hard, but obeyed and was in time to see the last of the spanking. Margarite continued to wail even as her hands cupped her bottom and she bounced in place ignoring the looks of the congregation. The pastor knelt down and took her hands away from her bottom.
“I am happy that your Papa is going to make sure you are well punished, Margarite. You have been very naughty, both last week and today. You are a very spoiled little girl who needs a good hard hand. If I see you walking up the aisle next week, young lady, you will be attended to last and you shall be put over the spanking bench before the entire congregation, and your bottom will pay the price of your naughtiness with two dozen strokes of the cane.”
The girl wailed at the threat and then when her Papa popped her again, she managed to say, “Ye…yes Sir, Pastor Reed. I’m sorry!” The pastor nodded and quickly pulled the sobbing girl into his arms. She leaned against him and sobbed. He allowed her to cry for a few minutes before putting her away from him. Lucy saw the girl’s face burn as the Pastor reached down and pulled her bloomers back up over her naked, spanked bottom. The man smiled, bent forward and kissed her cheek.
“Go with your Papa and learn your lesson, little one. You’ll be a better little girl because of it.” Thomas thanked him, and taking her hand, led her from the church. After their departure, the congregation began to speak among themselves again. Pastor Reed made sure he spoke with every man who had seen their wife one return from his office. Every man nodded and assured him that additional lessons would be given at home. The poor girls left, all crying while making impossible promises of future perfect behavior. Lucy knew that they had more pain to look forward to and found herself praying that their Papas would be lenient and forgive them. She saw the pastor approaching her and was unaware that she gave a small whimper and pressed back into Edward. He looked down at her and then smiled, realizing the cause of her despair.
“It’s okay, Lucy. You were a good girl during the service and have no need to fear Pastor Reed.” He waited until the man reached them and then dropped Lucy’s hand to shake the man’s and thank him for a lovely service.
The pastor nodded and then spoke to Lucy. “Whom might you belong to? I don’t believe we’ve met, though you do bear a striking resemblance to our Miss Louisa.” Lucy felt her face flush and had no answer. Belong to? She didn’t belong to anyone. Edward chuckled and saved her from answering.
“This is my ward, Pastor. Miss Lucille Furniss, this is Pastor Reed.” Lucy nodded but didn’t know what else to do. The pastor smiled and looked over at her sister.
“The similarity is absolutely amazing, Edward. If they were dressed alike, I swear I would be unable to tell them apart. It must be confusing having them in the same household.” Edward laughed loudly. “It can be a challenge but I find it never dull, Pastor.” Lucy wanted the man to leave them, but remained at Edward’s side as the conversation continued. She saw Louisa talking to another little girl and found herself a bit jealous. The girls had always been each other’s best friends and confidants. Learning that her sister had been leading a secret life was hard enough. Thinking that she was no longer her sister’s best friend was too horrid to think about. She was in her own world when Edward bent down to her.
“Lucy, we have been invited to luncheon by some dear friends. It will be nice for Louisa to spend some time playing with Amy, as they haven’t seen each other for a while. I am afraid you will not be able to attend, as you have much studying to do. You will go with Henri and Mrs. Bremmer.” Lucy felt her eyes well; she didn’t want to leave her sister. However, she didn’t protest as her hand was taken and she looked up to see Mrs. Bremmer and her husband standing beside her. She blushed, remembering both the soothing salve being applied to her bottom the night before, as well as the sensation she had felt when the woman had touched her between her legs. Shocked at her thoughts while standing in a church; Lucy was subdued.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and after receiving a quick hug from her sister, she allowed herself to be led away. She was soon seated across from Mrs. Bremmer as Henri drove them home. She didn’t know what to say and was grateful that Mrs. Bremmer appeared to be happy with the silence. She wondered what her sister would be doing and knew that it was most likely far more pleasant than spending another day buried in mathematics. Sighing, she looked out the window and didn’t notice Mrs. Bremmer giving her a soft smile.
“It’s okay, Miss Lucy. Your sister will be fine and have a wonderful play date with her little friend. Perhaps you will be allowed to join them the next time. Today you must be a good girl and attend to your studies. Your tutor will be here soon and I know you will study hard. You know what will happen if you fail in your studies don’t you?”
Lucy blushed, and felt the housekeeper was deliberately talking to her as if she was no older than five or six. Her referral to Louisa’s ‘play date’ made the activity sound extremely childish though both the women involved were accompanied by their husbands! Lucy wanted to defend her sister, but the reference to her own need to study, as well as what she knew would happen if she failed in those studies, caused her to answer obediently.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll study hard I promise.”
Anna could see the young woman was struggling to control her emotions. She was extremely glad that Lucille seemed to be attempting to think about her words before opening her mouth. Obviously the use of a gag had made an impression on the saucy young girl. Determined to continue her much needed training, Anna instructed in a firm but kind tone,
“See that you do, little one. Your poor little bottom might be a little better after the salve I applied last night, but if you must endure another spanking, I can’t promise the salve will soothe you again.” Lucy flushed even brighter, her mind once again turning back to the events of the evening before. Her bottom clenched and she couldn’t stop squirming on her seat as the memory unfolded. She also found herself remembering the spanking given to Margarite, right out in full view of strangers! She shuddered thinking how embarrassing that would be and yet her stomach was feeling strange. Members of the congregation had stood by witnessing the corporal discipline as if it were a common occurrence. Lucy’s stomach tingled again thinking of how it would feel knowing that dozens of eyes were focused on her own bottom, bared and already reddened by the pastor’s paddle, as she underwent additional chastisement. Her thoughts went to wonder how the naughty girls’ Papas would see fit to remind them of church rules. She squirmed on her seat and grimaced, as her own bottom once again reminded her of the likely result of the six girls’ punishment. She became aware that Mrs. Bremmer was watching her every move and she felt could also read her thoughts. She blushed hotly seeing the woman’s knowing smile. Lucy dropped her eyes to her lap where her hands twisted around the other.
“Yes, ma’am,” she said again. Anna sat back, happy that her charge appeared to be learning to hold her tongue. It was obvious that though several trips into Lord Wintercrest’s study appeared to be doing their job, she was positive the small woman seated across from her would not be so easily tamed. Anna found herself looking forward to the next time their little Lucy stepped out of line.
As Lucy was led into the house and was followed by Molly up to her room to change into a day dress, Louisa was giggling and playing with her friend, Amelia Boothe. The girls had actually gone to school together, though
Lucy hadn’t seemed to recognize their old classmate. Amelia had left before graduating in order to marry the man she had been betrothed to since practically infancy. She had been married far longer than Louisa and had never been allowed to be an adult since her wedding. The girls played with Amy’s dolls as their Papas talked quietly together. When Amy began to whine a bit, she was immediately picked up by her nanny and taken into her nursery. Louisa blushed as she understood that the little girl was being changed. She felt her own bladder clench and looked up to see her husband studying her.
“Do you need the potty, sweetie?” he asked obviously not the least bit embarrassed in front of his business associate. She didn’t know how to answer, but simply nodded her head. Edward smiled and stood and then helped her off the blanket where the girls had been playing. He led her from the room and down the hall. They reached a door and Edward quietly tapped his knuckles on it. The door opened and the nanny smiled down at Louisa.
“Oh dear, I should have checked on this sweet baby. Please, come in honey. I’ll change you in just a moment when I finish with Amy.” Louisa blushed, but was pleased to hear her husband explain her need.
“Louisa just needs the chamber pot, Nanny Claire. My little lady was allowed to wear bloomers today.” He saw the relief flow across his wife’s face and made sure she was to be kept in her place. He reached down and quickly patted her small bottom. “You weren’t in bloomers yesterday were you, Missy?” Louisa didn’t want to answer, but the hand against her bottom served as a very good reminder of what her husband required when he asked her a question.
“No…no, Papa,” she whispered.
“That’s right. Louisa was a naughty girl yesterday and spent the better part of her day with her spanked bottom covered with her nappies. She promised to be a good little girl today and was allowed her big girl bloomers.” Louisa’s face flushed at his words but she said nothing. She hated the attention being directed at her. Edward patted her bottom once again and then bent down to speak quietly in her ear.
“I think I allowed you out of your nappy too soon, little lady. Perhaps if you’d been wearing a nice fluffy nappy you would have been able to sit quietly during church.” He rose enjoying the look of guilt in her eyes. “We shall continue this discussion at home in your nursery, my dear. For now, you may wait for Amy’s nanny to help you go potty and, young lady, you better be a very good girl for Nanny Claire.” Louisa nodded vigorously, her mind whirling from his whispered speech. Edward popped her bottom once again and she squeaked,
“Yes, Papa….I’ll….I’ll be good.” Satisfied that he’d given his wife something to think about, he dropped a kiss on the top of her head and turned to leave them to their needs. Claire had been Amy’s nanny since her wedding and knew all the subtle signs of a Papa’s warning to a little one. She bent to clasp Louisa’s hand and gave her an encouraging smile.
“Don’t you worry, Lord Wintercrest. I believe your little lady will be a very good little girl for me. Rest assured, I’ll take care of your little one and bring her back to you.” Edward nodded and left his wife to the nanny’s care. He understood that most men in his position hired women to serve as full-time nannies or governesses for their child brides. He, however, would never give up the joy of personally handling his wife’s life. He found a great deal of pleasure in all aspects of training Louisa. He also knew that, by allowing others to assist him on occasion; especially strangers, his authority and her submission were simply reinforced. He was grateful that Anna was available and very well suited to assist him at Wintercrest, but only on the occasions he desired. For now, even with another young woman to train, that was enough. He believed the men who concentrated on training their own little women found far more satisfaction than those that chose an easier path. He chuckled knowing that both the women of Wintercrest would most probably disagree but, he didn’t care. After all, he was Lord Wintercrest and Louisa and her sister would simply learn to obey his rules or find their bottoms aching.
As Edward returned to the parlor, Louisa found herself being led to a small stool and pushed down upon it.
“Sit here, sweetie. I’ll be but just a moment.” Louisa nodded, happy she could remain silent and attempt to compose herself. Edward’s tone had sounded calm and normal to the other women in the room but Louisa knew it for what it truly meant. He was far more upset with her squirming in church than he had seemed despite the fresh bruise she knew must be on her inner thigh. He had reached under her dress and pinched her sensitive skin causing her to yelp during the service. She had been so thankful he hadn’t taken her out of the chapel. She shuddered as she thought about what happened in the private area of the church where Pastor Reed took the naughty girls. Remembering how each woman had returned, repentant and with obviously well-spanked bottoms, she shivered again. She wondered how it must feel, standing in line with others, waiting your turn to go across a man’s knees, or bent over a chair or bench, baring your bottom to be disciplined while people other than your family watched. It had been humiliating enough to position herself for her co-caning with Lucy in Headmaster Thorne’s office, and that was only witnessed by her husband! She remembered how her body had reacted knowing Edward was watching another man cane her bare bottom. How would she react with other naughty little girls all waiting to be disciplined? She felt her stomach tighten and her face flush with her thoughts. Forcing the thoughts away, she sat up taller and glanced around the room.
It appeared to be almost a duplicate of her own nursery though there were a few things she didn’t recognize. She also saw a large cradle in one corner of the room and wondered if Amy really slept in it. Her eyes finally found her friend who was laying on a changing table much like her own. Amy didn’t seem the least bit concerned that she was discovered half naked by her friend. Louisa found herself returning Amy’s sweet smile. Claire, her nanny, returned to the changing table and spoke quietly to the young woman. Amy giggled and then Louisa watched as she obediently lifted her legs by herself and allowed her nanny to diaper her. When she was swaddled tight, she was helped off the table.
“Okay, Miss Louisa. It’s your turn.” Louisa looked around and saw the woman pull a chamber pot from a cabinet under the table. “Come on, let’s get you pottied so you and Amy can go play.” Louisa was embarrassed but walked to the women when she gestured to her. She wanted to ask for privacy, but suddenly she found her bloomers pulled down to her ankles and her dress lifted, as she was guided to sit down on the pot.
“That’s a good girl. Go potty now, I’m sure your Papas are ready for their luncheon, no time to dawdle.” Louisa blushed again, but nature took its course and she was soon being wiped clean and her clothing arranged. She found Amy taking her hand and pulling her from the nursery. Louisa forgot her discomfort as the girls ran down the hall, their hair flying out behind them as they giggled and ran to find the men that were far more like Papas than husbands.
Chapter 5
As Louisa enjoyed being pampered and taken care of, Lucy was struggling with a new batch of equations. She had been studying for the past several hours and her mind felt too crammed with facts to focus. Charles remained patient with her, as she was definitely trying.
He finally took the pencil from her and suggested, “I believe you can do well with a small break. How about a walk about the garden? The fresh air will help clear your head and you can then begin again.” Lucy wanted so much to agree but found herself wondering if Edward would agree that walking about the garden would be a good way to spend her time. She looked around and saw Mrs. Bremmer. She was surprised to see the older woman smile.
“I think that is a lovely idea. I’m sure Lucy would appreciate a walk. Lunch will be ready when you return and then Lucy may return to her studies. Go along, Lucy.” Lucy jumped up practically knocking her chair over in her excitement. Charles was a bit shocked but delighted to see her so anxious. He held out his arm and she shyly put her hand into the crook of his elbow. He led her out of the house and onto the path
that would lead them throughout the lovely gardens. Lucy drank in the fresh air, the breeze feeling wonderful against her flushed face. She had no idea that her professor couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He saw an astonishingly beautiful young woman on his arm. He hadn’t truly seen her before. Though he had taught both her and her sister, seeing them in an environment outside of the school removed the veil from his eyes. Charles realized he no longer thought of her as his student; ever since yesterday he had been thinking of her as a woman and also as a possible wife. He wondered if she could have similar thoughts. He found himself stopping near the exact same spot he had stood to listen to her punishment the day before. He glanced towards the house and lifted his head as if listening for the quiet echo of her cries. Lucy had no idea he was remembering the sweet sound of her voice raised in agony as she was being paddled for failing her first exam. She began to grow restless when he didn’t continue their walk.
“Professor?” she said quietly. “Do you want to return to the house?” He seemed to shake himself and then looked down at her. His own face flushed at the delicious memory. He knew, of course, that students were subject to corporal discipline at the school but he had never even spanked a woman before, much less paddled or caned one. He wondered what it would feel like to have this woman bent forward, offering her bottom for correction. His thoughts went further as he imagined what her bottom would look like as it was bared to him for his hand to stroke, to pat and then to actually spank. He wondered what it would sound like as she cried under his own hand as her porcelain skin began to redden. He wondered if she would beg and plead for mercy or simply cry with the pain of his spanking. He felt himself stir inside his pants and he blushed again. Lucy was amazed to see him color and wondered what he must be thinking. She followed his gaze and saw him staring at the open window of what appeared to be Edward’s study.
