by Maggie Ryan
“I believe you are mistaken, Kitten,” he began, and felt her stiffen. “Lucy, I promise that even if she is unhappy, there is nothing she can do to harm you. Remember, I prayed that you would choose me, and you made me so incredibly happy on our wedding day. You will always be my wife and my precious little girl. Don’t fret about what Miss Browning says. You are mine, remember; you belong to me, not to anyone else.” He bent to kiss her cheek before lifting her chin and pressing his lips against hers, then lifting the charm and kissing it as well. “And, Kitten, I belong to you and you alone.”
She relaxed and gave him a full smile as she nodded. He had promised to love and protect her, to guide her and teach her, and the words of her charm were to help her remember his vows. Though she wasn’t wearing any ring, as Lucinda had pointed out, the necklace was the loving symbol of her marriage to this man. “I love you, Papa,” she said, softly.
“I love you, my precious girl,” he said, as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. Satisfied that he had eased her fears, he cradled her close. They rocked in silence until a knock sounded and he called permission to enter.
Suddenly remembering she was nude, Lucy huddled closer against Lucas’ chest, only relaxing when she heard him address her nanny. However, when she turned her face and saw that Molly held a baby bottle full of milk, she tensed again, remembering the enema apparatus she had seen in Nanny Bertha’s basket. She thought of Emmie and how the young woman had fought accepting a bottle, only to discover the milk it contained could be delivered in a much more embarrassing and invasive manner.
Lucas took the bottle from Molly and placed it on the table next to the rocking chair. He stood with Lucy in his arms, carrying her to the changing table and placing her on its padded surface. “It’s time for you to lie on your tummy and let your nanny take care of you.” He was pleased when she didn’t fuss as he guided her to lie onto her tummy, her spanked bottom shining like a red beacon.
Lucas gave her swollen cheeks a gentle pat. “You may continue,” Lucas said, moving to stand at the head of the table while nodding to Molly. He watched as Molly reached for one of the thermometers in the crockery jar. She pulled it out and saw that the bulb was much larger than the one she had been using on the train, the glass rod thicker as well. She looked up to see Lucas smile and shake his head.
“I believe our little one isn’t quite ready for that size yet, Molly. I’m sure you’ll find one a bit smaller,” Lucas said, and Molly replaced the thicker tube.
Choosing another, she was satisfied that it would serve its purpose nicely without frightening Lucy. She removed the lid covering a small jar of lubricant and vigorously shook the thermometer. Looking down at Lucy and seeing that she had her face turned to the wall, her eyes screwed tightly shut, she gave her bare bottom a gentle pat. “Okay, sweetie, I know your little bottom hurts, but you need to reach back and open your cheeks for me,” Molly instructed, as she wiped the tube with a cloth before dipping just the bulb into the lubricant.
Shuddering at the order and knowing her husband was watching, Lucy slowly moved her hands to her hot bottom and drew the very tender globes slightly apart.
“Lucille,” Lucas said firmly, in warning.
She shuddered, but forced herself to spread her bottom wider, exposing her bottom-hole to both her nanny and her Papa. She tried not to fuss when she felt the slimy lubricant being applied to her bottom-hole but whimpered just a bit as Molly began to slide the thermometer into her bottom.
“Now Lucy, you know this doesn’t hurt you. You also know that fussing will only get you spanked again. Just relax and lie still so I can take a good reading,” Molly said, and didn’t stop seating the tube until just enough of the glass cylinder remained outside Lucy’s bottom-hole that she could hold between her fingers.
Lucas smiled and reached down to stroke Lucy’s cheek. “That’s my good girl,” he said, softly. Even though he had had to encourage her to properly open her cheeks, she was submitting without too much fuss.
Lucy relaxed a little, though she could feel the thermometer bob a bit with each breath she took and could imagine Lucas watching each small tremble of the tube between the hot, scarlet cheeks of her bottom. Mortified by the picture she must be making for her husband, she began to whimper as the minutes ticked by.
“Settle, Lucy,” Lucas said firmly. “It is necessary to leave your thermometer deep inside your little flower long enough to get a clear, true reading.”
When he saw Molly checking the watch pinned to her bodice, her fingers moving as if ready to withdraw the thermometer, he reached out a hand and placed it on her arm.
It was obvious from his gesture that he wished to increase the time Lucy must endure the procedure, and Molly understood he was enforcing his rule that his little one submit to such an intimate, embarrassing invasion of her bottom. It was another several minutes before Lucas nodded, Molly gently removed the thermometer, and after wiping it again with a cloth, read it carefully.
“Wonderful—just as I suspected, your flushed look on the train was due to witnessing your little friend being punished. You don’t have any fever,” Molly said, taking another cloth and thoroughly wiping Lucy’s bottom free of the remaining lubricant before patting the reddened cheeks once more. “You may remove your hands and turn over.”
Lucy was helped to roll over by her husband, hissing just a bit as her bottom took her weight. He smiled down at her, bending to give the tip of her nose a kiss, loving the sound of her small moan as his kiss reminded his naughty girl that it had recently been pressed into her naughty-girl corner. Molly wet a cloth and ran it between the lips of Lucy’s sex to clean her of the cream that had begun to pool the moment her Papa had starated to spank her.
Lucy would never admit that her body betrayed her every single time she was spanked, paddled, strapped, or switched. She would also never understand how part of her enjoyed her punishment, even as she cried and sobbed with the very real pain of her discipline. Lucy’s emotions rolled across her face as she tried to fight her growing arousal. As the cloth continued to clean her, Lucy felt her nipples pucker and knew her skin was flushed. When she squirmed just the slightest, Molly told her to lift her hips, sliding a nappy beneath her before slathering diaper cream all across Lucy’s sex and into the divide of her bottom. Molly applied a generous dusting of powder before pinning the nappy securely around her. Once diapered, Molly went to the dresser and returned with a nightgown.
Lucas helped his wife to sit, and Molly pulled the gown over Lucy’s head. When Lucas lifted and carried her to the rocking chair once more, she laid her head against his chest, her limp body testament to her being totally drained and exhausted.
“I’ll put her down, Molly,” he said. “You may explore the house if you wish.”
Molly nodded but before leaving the room, turned to him. “Excuse me, Sir,” she said, and Lucas looked up. “Miss Bertha showed me some wonderful ways to tailor Lucy’s clothing to make it, um, easier to keep her garments up if necessary to ...”
“Spank her naughty bottom?” Lucas offered, with a smile.
Molly nodded and silently berated herself for acting unsure of what her duties required. “Yes, Sir, to spank her, or to make her bottom easily accessible if she needs to be changed or her temperature taken while dressed. I would like to begin, and though I can do the sewing myself, do you know where I might find some larger buttons and ribbons?”
Lucas felt Lucy fidget in his lap. It was obvious to him that she probably had an idea of what Molly was speaking about. “I think it is a good idea, Molly. I’m afraid Lucy’s dresses do become quite wrinkled when tucked up. Though I adore such frilly little girl items, they aren’t my forte,” Lucas admitted. “Perhaps you could ask Agnes or Edith. If they are unable to help, ask Lucinda. After all, she has kept my sisters in such frills for years now.”
Molly nodded, though had no intention of asking the governess for help of any kind. She might not be a woman of the world or have much expe
rience with men, but she knew that Lucy’s fears came from at least a grain of truth. Lucinda Browning had either ignored Lucy or taunted her. Molly couldn’t imagine any other servant who wished to remain employed would dare to treat Lucas’ wife in that manner. What truly bothered Molly was that, for some reason, Lord Huntington had seemed oblivious to his governess’ intentions. It was obvious to Molly that the woman had some sort of attraction to Lucas. Molly just prayed that Lucas had no desire to reciprocate that attraction.
“You don’t wish me to stay upstairs until Lucy awakens?” Molly said, wanting to make sure she was clear on his wishes.
“That’s not necessary,” Lucas said, reaching down to pat his wife’s diaper-clad bottom. “I’m pretty sure that our girl is exhausted after her spanking. Lucy should sleep for several hours and knows not to get out of her crib by herself unless she wants to have another spanking and spend her future naps restrained in her bed. Feel free to look around and do what you need.” Molly nodded again and left the nursery. Lucas settled Lucy more firmly on his lap and began to rock slowly.
Lucy laid her head against his chest, his talk of being restrained barely registering. She wished she were back on the train in their compartment. Though small, it had seemed far safer and less confusing. Lucas rocked her for several minutes before reaching to pick up the bottle. He didn’t speak as he pressed it to her lips. Lucy hesitated for only the briefest moment before opening her lips and allowing him to slip the adult-sized nipple into her mouth. She had no doubt that he’d make good on his threat to spank her again if she continued to fuss or fight against his rules for her behavior.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, bending to kiss her forehead as she began to suckle.
After several minutes, Lucy truly relaxed and felt a sense of peace flow through her, a true sense of security and love. Instead of simply paddling her and leaving her to Molly’s care, Lucas had stayed with her even after she had performed her penance. Though he had truly roasted her bottom for throwing a tantrum, he had also allowed her time to choose to adjust her behavior before she earned additional chastisement. Holding her in his arms afterwards, he was also showing her that he wished to comfort her as well. She turned a bit towards him to nestle even closer, loving the feel of his arms around her, holding her securely.
They sat in silence, the gentle sounds of suckling the only sound in the room until it too, stopped. Lucas had laid his head back against the rocker, closing his eyes as they rocked. One hand held the bottle at her mouth, her own small one wrapped around one of his fingers, her other lying against his chest. His other arm kept her close to him, her head cradled in the crook of his elbow. Several minutes passed before he jerked awake. Realizing the room had gone completely quiet, he opened his eyes to find that his little one had fallen asleep in his arms. The bottle only had about an ounce of milk remaining. He slowly withdrew it from her lips, smiling at the slight popping sound it made, as her lips seemed reluctant to release the nipple. Lucy stirred slightly as he placed the bottle on the table and then stood. He carried her to her crib, placing her into it as gently as he would a newborn baby. Lucy whimpered slightly as her diapered bottom contacted the mattress, but it turned into a sigh of relief as he guided her onto her stomach. He went to the changing table and found a new dummy on one of the shelves, returning to the crib to press it against her lips. Lucy moaned and shook her head, pulling back from his touch.
“Shhh, open your mouth, Kitten. It’s just your dummy.”
At his words, Lucy’s eyes flew open and she shook her head, slapping one hand over her mouth. Lucas was shocked at her reaction, as she had been given a dummy every time she was put down for her nap and he knew it gave her comfort, especially after a spanking. “Lucy, what on earth is wrong? You know this won’t hurt you.”
Her face flushed but she knew she was treading on extremely thin ice. “Pl … please, I … I don’t want it,” she said, softly. His eyebrow rose in the way she had come to recognize as a warning sign. Knowing she definitely did not want another spanking, she took a deep breath. “Papa … Emmie … she … she was being pun … punished with a dummy when … when I saw her in the corner.”
Lucas leaned against the crib, his eyes on his own little one. “Lucy, I’m sorry you had to see your friend in such a position this morning. However, you’ve seen Louisa punished with a dummy to help her learn to bridle her tongue. I’m not punishing you with yours, Kitten. It is for your comfort.”
She shook her head and took another deep breath. “Papa … it … it wasn’t in her mouth … I mean … it was but … but she had … had another in … in her … bot … bottom,” Lucy confessed, and felt the weight of the memory of what she had seen slip from her shoulders. It had been difficult to speak of, but she felt an enormous sense of relief to finally disclose what had made her so uneasy that morning.
Lucas wanted to chuckle but knew it had taken courage for her to speak of what she had seen. “Is that why you were so flushed today?” he asked, and she nodded. “Kitten, when it is time to have a plug put into your bottom flower, you’ll discover it does not feel the same as your dummy. Trust me to teach you, and Lucy, it is silly of you to attempt to keep these fears and questions from me. You’ve spent hours fretting about something that is quite natural for a Papa to require of his naughty girl. I assure you that Emmie is not only fine, but the little plug in her bottom serves as a very good reminder to behave. Now, it is way past time for you to sleep.” He settled her down once more and again presented the bulb of the dummy to her lips.
Trembling slightly, she accepted it. She began to slowly suckle, unaware that seeing it caused her husband’s cock to twitch as he remembered looking down to see her suckling his shaft. Her eyes drifted closed as he bent to kiss her and then tucked a stuffed kitten into her arm. He had bought it especially for her and hoped she grew to love it. Pulling the light blanket over her, he gently patted her bottom and kissed her once more before leaving the room.
As Lucy began to drift into a deeper sleep in her new crib, in a room that was a true nursery, her eyes suddenly popped open—only now registering the words her Papa had spoken. He hadn’t said ‘if’ her bottom flower needed to be plugged; he had definitely said ‘when’. Shuddering at the thought, she unconsciously sucked harder, her face heating at both the fear and curiosity of what it would feel like having something larger than her Papa’s finger in her most private place. Squirming a bit at the memory of the incredible pleasure he had taught her that first day of their trip, she felt her quim moisten. Closing her eyes again, she wished she could speak to Emmie or Louisa, wished she could ask what they truly felt and thought in serving their own Papas.
Chapter 5
Even as the thought of what it might feel like to have something placed in her bottom invaded Lucy’s dreams, another little child-bride knew exactly how it felt. While the Huntington’s carriage took them to Hunter’s Ridge, Lord Northbridge and his own little child-bride, Emmie, were in their own carriage. The Northbridge’s carriage turned towards the road leading to the outskirts of the bustling town center. Their drive was much shorter than Lucy’s, the carriage rolling along wide, tree-lined avenues. Emmie was sitting beside her nanny, her face showing discomfort whenever the carriage drove over the occasional deep rut in the road.
Stefan smiled at her. Though they had yet to celebrate their first anniversary, he had known her and her family for years, having gone as far as to speak with her father when she was still very young about a possible betrothal when she became of age. During his last visit, he had seen the grown up little Emmaline and had been enchanted. Despite the fact that she was an only child and had been incredibly spoiled her entire life, he knew she was the one woman in the world he wanted to become his wife—as well as his special little one.
He had become hopeful that he had found his perfect match on the day he arrived to escort her on an outing to the park. He had arrived to find her looking quite flushed, her voice ragged. When she bega
n to cough, he informed her that she was to retire to her bed and rest, that they could go another day when she felt better. Instead of obeying, Emmie had thrown a fit, stamping her foot and telling him that he had promised her an ice cream and she wanted it! When he warned her to calm down, she had thrown a book across the room, calling him a liar, stupid, and just plain mean. Her mother stood by, her face flushed with the embarrassment of seeing her princess being so rude, but did nothing to dissuade her child from the naughty behavior. Without another moment of hesitation, Stefan had pulled Emmie across his knees, lifted her skirts and raked down her drawers to bare her bottom. Though her little bottom was crimson by the time he let her up from her very first spanking, her instinct hadn’t been to continue to be bratty—she had thrown herself into his arms, apologizing profusely for her behavior and promising she’d be his good girl and obey him if only he’d see fit to forgive her. He assured her that he forgave her because he loved his little girl and that he would always make sure she knew that her Papa would take care of her, even if that meant spanking her bottom when she was naughty. Her eyes had widened, her cheeks flushing even more as she thanked him with a sweet kiss before apologizing to her mother for her behavior and going to do as he had instructed, spending the next two days resting. Though her mother had appeared quite shocked, she had escorted Stefan to the door and thanked him for his visit.
Despite the fact that he knew of many men who first wed and then expected their unsuspecting wives to agree to living a life of complete submission, including a role they might never have considered, Stefan knew he could never be happy forcing a woman to live that lifestyle. He knew Emmaline had no real experience with discipline and that he would require her obedience and submission in all things. He had no desire to spend the rest of his life married to a woman who was unhappy. He wanted a woman who loved him, as well as found true contentment and happiness in embracing both the roles she had chosen. No matter how much he loved and adored Emmaline, he would give her the choice, even if it meant losing her.
