by Ryan, Maggie
She was already burning and begging, “Ohhh, ohh please no more…please. It..it hurts so badly…please, Sir.” Her hand touched her hot skin and she sobbed harder. Charles found himself on his feet, her pleas tugging at his heart; his guilt in enjoying her cries overcoming his sensibilities.
“Surely that is enough….can’t you see she is in pain? It was only two little questions. Two strokes is surely enough of a price for her to pay!” Edward stood, the strap lowered to his side. He first spoke to Lucy.
“Rubbing your bottom is not allowed young lady. That stroke will not count and will be repeated twice over.” He saw her hand jerk from her bottom and grip the cushion of the chair where her tears were spilling. Edward then turned to Charles.
“Sir, I do not appreciate your interference. It is not up to you to try to mitigate Miss Furniss’ punishment. She knows what is expected in this household and, in fact, you were witness to the fact that she not only expected but desired her punishment. Your interference is doing nothing but prolonging her shame at having to present her bare bottom even longer. If you prefer, you may wait outside until we are done here, but rest assured, Sir, any decision regarding Lucille’s discipline will be mine alone.” He wasn’t the least bit surprised when he saw the younger man flush, but seat himself in the chair once again.
He didn’t smile but turned back to his ward. “Present your bottom, Lucy. Raise it high for me.” He watched as the small bottom lifted and pushed back towards him. “That’s a good girl. Now, you need to relax and round your bottom. The stroke won’t do its work to teach you properly if your bottom is all clenched and tight. You need to purposefully relax -- willingly submit and accept each stroke with grace.” Again he watched as she responded to his soft but demanding voice. Her bottom relaxed and lifted even higher as if wanting to please him, as if wanting to make sure she took all that she had earned. The third stroke seared into her and was quickly followed by the fourth. Lucy sobbed, her bottom wagging up and down with the heat of the strokes. She was desperately trying to obey him, to live through this awful strapping that she had brought upon herself. She started to rise and then remembered Edward’s earlier words. She sagged back into the chair knowing her bottom had yet to receive its full due.
“That’s very good, Lucille. I see your math skills have indeed been honed. Tell me, how many strokes do you have left?” Lucy’s mind whirled as she tried to do the problem in her head while her bottom burned hotly. Her count had originally been four, which she had just received. However, her hand touching her hot bottom has cost her that stroke and earned her an additional one.
Her face wet with tears, her heart racing, she forced herself to answer, “T….tw…two, Sir…two more.”
“Excellent, little one. Stick your bottom out and push it well up for me now.” Lucy’s face flooded with the shame of the request, but once more forced herself to lift her bottom and push it out for the strap. Though her entire body jerked when the stroke cut into her, she kept her hands trapped under the cushion and her bottom lifted. She knew she would die if she earned additional. She waited with her breath held in her lungs for the last. When it didn’t come she realized she was not properly cooperating with her own chastisement. Sobbing, she concentrated on relaxing her aching bottom, and after a moment, it was once again smooth and rounded -- totally relaxed and open for her last stroke.
“Very good, Lucy. That’s a very good little girl.” She expected the last to land at the top of her bottom, following the pattern he had been painting on her posterior from the first awful stroke on her most tender sit-spot. However, when the last landed, by far the hardest of all, it landed precisely over the first. The pain was like fire and she couldn’t help but rear up, her body arching as her skin burned.
“Ohhhhh….ohhhhh!” she wailed, her hands once more fluttering behind her, but remembering not to touch herself. Sobbing, she forced herself to lie down once again, knowing she would not be allowed up until released. Edward was extremely proud of her and very disappointed in her professor. Though he knew how interested the man had become in his ward, he also knew he was not the man for his wife’s sister.
“You may release, Lucille. You did very well and I believe sitting on your aching bottom tomorrow will help remind you to try just a little bit harder.”
Lucy pushed herself off the chair and turned to face her guardian. With tears streaming down her cheeks she said, “Yes, Sir, than…thank you, Sir.”
“You are welcome, my dear. Now, pull up your drawers and you may retire to your room. Dinner will be served in an hour. Until then, you may rest.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she managed to stammer after she had reached down and, with trembling hands, pulled her drawers up over her aching bottom and retied them. She couldn’t face her professor. She had been humiliated when she had been bare-bottomed in front of the headmaster, but this…somehow this seemed far more intimate, and she couldn’t bear to see how disgusted her tutor must be with her. She fled the room and ran up the stairs. She flung herself down on her bed and allowed herself to sob out her pain and confusion and shame.
Edward hung the strap back in the cabinet and locked the door. He turned to see Charles standing and appearing to want to say something. When he remained silent, Edward shook his head and gestured for him to precede him from the room. He watched as Charles gathered up all his papers and stuffed them into his satchel.
As Edward escorted him to the door, he finally said, “I beg your pardon, Lord Wintercrest. I was out of line in questioning you in the study. Please forgive me and….and I beg your indulgence.” Edward smiled and shook the man’s hand.
“Think nothing of it, Charles. I admit I was surprised; after all, the school where you teach has always practiced corporal punishment. I assumed you were quite used to seeing students getting their just account. I didn’t realize you hadn’t witnessed such discipline before.” Charles’ face flushed and he felt his heart pound. He felt like a fool but didn’t know what to say. His reaction to the events of the past two days was confusing. Never had he imagined he could have the sort of reaction he had felt either yesterday when hearing Lucy receiving a paddling or just a few moments ago when she was being strapped. He felt guilt at his unexpected arousal and knew he should also feel shame. Once again he tried to think of anything he could say without showing his ignorance of the type of discipline obviously practiced at Wintercrest. When nothing came to his mind, he chose to say nothing and ducking his head, hurried down the stairs to where Henri was once again waiting with the carriage. Edward watched until the carriage drove away, and then smiling, shut the door. He would worry about his charge and her future a bit later. Right now, he was sure his own little wife desperately wanted his attention.
Chapter 6
He climbed the stairs, passing Lucy’s door where he could easily hear her sobbing. He knew she was crying more from the humiliation of her discipline than from the actual strapping. It had been an extremely lenient session, but one that would still help guide her along the path she needed to travel. He continued up the next flight of stairs and entered his wife’s nursery. He smiled as he walked towards the crib, knowing his little one would be extremely glad to see him. He saw that she had managed to fall into sleep, regardless of her discomfort. Edward spent several minutes just looking down at her and allowing his heart to fill with love. She meant everything to him and he thanked the good Lord every day that she was his. Smiling, he bent to press a kiss to her cheek. She moaned and gradually opened her eyes. Seeing her husband, she managed a small smile despite the huge pacifier he had pressed into her mouth. Edward adored seeing her little cheeks puffed out from the bulb of the pacifier he had purchased for her use. While he loved seeing her suck her thumb and would occasionally allow her to do so, this pacifier served two purposes. First, it allowed her to suckle and comfort herself that she would often need to do but, more importantly, it filled her mouth so completely that it stifled the screams and cries that normally would echo thro
ughout the house when he was teaching her whatever lesson he desired.
Stroking a finger down a tear stained cheek he asked, “Have you learned your lesson, little lady? Do you think you can sit still during services next week and avoid having to attend Pastor Reed in front of the congregation?” He watched as she blushed hotly and whined, even as she nodded her head. He watched her bottom wiggle and his smile grew wider. She had been put to bed on her tummy, her knees drawn up and strapped down to the sides of the crib; her hands over her head as usual. Her little bottom was raised high in the air. He patted the thick padding her nappy provided and saw her flinch away from his hand and heard a delicious moan issue from her full mouth.
“Shhh,” he said even as he continued to pat the uplifted surface of her bottom concentrating on the exact center. She moaned again and though she tried to move away from the pressure of his hand, her restraints kept her securely in place. Edward grinned and then putting his fingers in the waistband of her nappy, slowly began to tug it down her bottom. She whimpered as her bottom was exposed inch by delicious inch, her shame at both the view he would soon be seeing as well as the fact that she was growing wet between her spread legs. Edward continued to slowly bare her, until her little bottom-hole came into view. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants at the sight before him. He kept the nappy in place allowing it to frame her bottom and focus his entire attention on its very center. Louisa moaned again but he ignored her. He reached out his finger and laid it on top of the flange poking out from her distended bottom-hole. He pressed against the plug and her reaction was immediate. She tried to rear up and scoot away from him at the same time. He smiled, knowing his little one was going nowhere. He continued to press and release the plug, setting up a rhythm that soon had her panting - as well as she could around the huge pacifier in her mouth. Edward continued to play with her plug until he was sure he was driving his little one wild with need. He finally released it, only to give her a sharp slap on her quivering cheeks, driving the plug once again deep into her rump. She managed to squeal and wiggle her bottom, which he found adorable.
“I do believe having a nice fat plug in your little bottom will teach you to sit still, little lady. If I find the need to tell you to be still next week, I shall take you to the naughty girl room, spank your bottom until it is crimson and then place a nice fat plug into your little bottom-hole. You’ll sit on it for the remainder of the service, and I’m sure Pastor Reed will need an explanation why you were so naughty that your Papa had to plug your naughty bottom-hole.” Louisa’s heart pounded at his quietly spoken words, knowing he would do every single thing he threatened. She had been horrified when he had shown her the plug after Mrs. Bremmer had stripped her of her Sunday clothes. She had begged him for mercy and promised never to move an inch in church again. Her words had done nothing but cause both of the adults to smile and shake their heads in amusement; they were both well used to hearing little ones swear they would be far better behaved.
She had been introduced to the pacifier in her mouth where it had felt huge and strange. Her husband had buckled it securely around her head and, when Mrs. Bremmer had handed him her hairbrush off the changing table, Louisa understood its purpose. She had foolishly allowed herself to think her Papa had forgotten his promise of a spanking and a lesson during church. Since she hadn’t immediately been disciplined, and, in fact, they had spent several hours at his associate’s home, she had considered her bottom quite safe. Seeing the hairbrush reminded her that her Papa never ever forgot that his little girl had been naughty. She had screamed and cried and pleaded during the awful spanking he had given her, but her sounds were very effectively muffled by the pacifier. No matter how loudly she cried out, no one outside this room would be able to hear her and wonder what might be taking place in Wintercrest Manor. Once she had been allowed off his lap she had been pressed to kneel before him and Mrs. Bremmer had unbuckled the pacifier to allow her to make her penance. Louisa had been so shocked at the woman’s continued presence that she hadn’t immediately made the expected request. The housekeeper had smiled down at her young charge.
“Do your duty, little one. Your bottom has paid its price, but your punishment isn’t complete until you’ve made a proper penance.” The realization that this woman actually knew what was expected of her made Louisa’s eyes fill with even hotter tears. The woman had continued to stare at the poor girl until Louisa’s hands had reached out to unbutton her Papa’s pants. Satisfied that the naughty girl would do her duty, Mrs. Bremmer had finally turned away. Louisa had been humiliated having to perform this intimate act while the woman was in the room but Edward had allowed her no quarter. When he felt she was doing a very poor job of proving her contrition, he had pulled away from her mouth. With his erection only inches from her lips, he spoke calmly but very firmly.
“You are continuing to be a naughty girl, Louisa. I suggest you employ that sweet little tongue of yours properly while you make your penance. If I have to remind you again, you shall find your mouth full of your pacifier instead of my shaft; have your hairbrush applied again to your hot little bottom, and only then shall you be given another chance to prove your contrition.” Mortified that he was speaking of such things with Mrs. Bremmer still puttering about the nursery, she felt tears slide down her cheeks.
Sobbing, she had bowed her head, apologized and taken him once more between her trembling lips. Edward immediately felt her tongue lick up and down the underside of his cock and swirl around the head of his cock. When the tip of her tongue dipped into the slit on the tip of his shaft, he moaned and felt himself grow even larger in her mouth. With her bottom burning and the threat of another dose, she did as she had been trained though it was extremely hard with the housekeeper moving about the room. Edward smiled down at his little wife as her head bobbed up and down, his shaft thick in her mouth. He relaxed as she made her penance as he had no desire to make the act of contrition easy for her. She had been naughty, earned herself a harsh paddling and now would simply have to accept her need to perform her penance despite her humiliation. She finally felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her even further down and knew he was about to reach his completion. She tried not to panic when she again saw Mrs. Bremmer walk into her view even as she felt the first surge of her Papa’s essence fill her mouth. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she felt her shame grow as the wetness between her legs increased. After she had returned him to his pants, he had led her to the changing table where Mrs. Bremmer was waiting and helped her up onto it. Louisa couldn’t bear to meet the older woman’s eyes after seeing her smile down at her young charge as she used a cloth to swipe the moisture away from the newly shorn pussey.
Mrs. Bremmer had opened a small jar and held it out to Edward so that he could dip his fingers into it. Louisa had found the pacifier put back into her mouth and her legs held up and open by the housekeeper. She had begun to buck and wiggle as her husband inserted a lubricated finger well up into her bottom. Her tears had leaked down into her ears at the pain and humiliation of it all even as Mrs. Bremmer kept telling her to be a good girl and open her little bottom-hole to her Papa. Louisa felt as if she would surely die when she saw Edward pick up a large black item and dip it into the pot of lubricant. Her head had thrashed as she tried to beg him not to do what he was about to do.
“Settle down, Louisa. You were squirmy and naughty during services. I promised you a new lesson when I told you to be still. This, little lady, is that lesson. I’m going to put this nice fat plug up your bottom, where it will stay while you nap. You will feel full and uncomfortable and yet, I do believe you will learn the importance of being still during services.” He had nodded to Mrs. Bremmer, who had pulled her charge’s legs back toward her chest and held them apart. Edward used one hand to separate her cheeks and the other to introduce the plug to Louisa’s little pucker for the very first time. It took several long and tortuous minutes to complete his task, and his little one had several fresh handprints on her
little bottom. Despite his continued commands for her to settle down, she continued to wiggle, buck and attempt to twist away from the awful invader. By the time he had managed to fully seat the thick plug, Louisa was a sobbing and very, very contrite little girl. Her bottom ached from her spanking and yet the burn she felt coming from inside far outweighed that pain. Its introduction had been one of intense pressure and pain as her reluctant muscle had fought against the invasion. It had lost its battle; finally breeching and allowing her bottom to swallow the plug her husband placed inside her. She felt horridly full and stretched. Edward had wiped his finger free of the lubricant and then slowly but very exactingly ran his fingers up between her pussey lips. She was sopping wet and shuddered at his touch -- at once shamed at what she knew was coating his finger and also wanting to beg him to play with her pussey and clit. She was throbbing all over, the plug in her bottom feeling heavy and huge; its presence impossible to ignore. He had smiled and then stepped away so that Mrs. Bremmer could wrap an extra thick nappy around her charge. She made sure it was very tight around Louisa so that she would feel every inch of the plug inside her bottom. Louisa had cried softly as a nightgown was put over her head and then she was picked up by her husband and deposited in her crib. Edward had arranged her as he wanted and added restraints to make sure she would be very uncomfortable.
“I want you to think about your bottom-hole stretched wide around its nice fat plug, Louisa. I want you to think about other things that your Papa will soon be putting into your little pucker both to teach you your lessons as well as to simply give me pleasure.” With that, he had given her a quick kiss on her cheek and the two had left her alone to cry and ache in her crib, her bottom high in the air as if begging for all who came into the room to focus their attention on her most private place.
