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It might have been a cry for him to stop. It might have been a plea for him to continue, but neither mattered. He alone would decide the agenda. He set the rules and she would learn to follow them. Drawing another cry with a twist of his fingers, he watched as violet-blue eyes filled with pain and yet beneath the discomfort, he saw a swirl of regret when he released her nipples, the buds pressing hard against the confines of her chemise as if seeking his touch.
With a smile, he dropped his hands lower and cupped the firm generous globes of her bottom. Even with the barrier of her bloomers, his fingers found and traced over weals placed on her flesh by the cane. Her trembling increased, her soft moan the only sound in the room.
“Tell me, young lady, were you wet when you were caned?”
She gasped and stiffened, additional color racing up her neck to paint her face an even brighter shade of red. He chuckled and slipped his hand between her legs to cup her sex through the slit in her bloomers. She moaned, swayed and small hands reached to grab his upper arms as if needing his support as his hand continued to make its presence known, fingers probing, sliding, parting the lips of her sex, until he gripped the tender flesh hard and repeated his question.
“Were you wet, Louisa?”
She shook her head, her shame at the question belying her body’s response.
Stepping back, he gave his next command. “Chemise.”
Fingers shook as she slowly pulled the garment over her head. When her hands fluttered over her breasts, his correction was instant. “No! Keep your hands down. You know better now don’t you?”
She nodded and then yelped as she felt his hand slap hard against her right buttock.
“You also know to properly answer me, little lady.” He spanked her hard again until she went up onto her toes in an attempt to distance her bottom from his hand.
“I’m sorry, sir!” she cried as his hand connected once again.
Edward gave her a final swat before reaching to untie her bloomers. He watched her face as he very slowly, very deliberately pushed them down her legs, until they settled at her ankles. He adored watching her emotions, her shame flood her face, as she was stripped nude before him. He also saw her breasts flush a pretty pink color, her nipples standing like plump ripe raspberries in the center of dusky coral areolas. He had no doubt that he’d find her pussy even slicker should he reach between her legs again. His thought reminded him of his earlier question and the fact it had gone unanswered,
“I asked if you were wet during your caning, Louisa, and you’ve not yet given me a suitable answer.” She moaned and her eyes met his, pleading for his mercy. Edward knew it was difficult for her to speak of such things, but he wanted an answer, demanded it as his due. “You always become quite wet when I’ve punished you, little one. Tell me, did Headmaster Thorne’s caning cause your sex to cream?”
Louisa eyes glistened with unshed tears when she finally answered, “No-no, sir. I wasn’t wet down-down there.”
“Down where? I won’t warn you again, Louisa. Answer me, and do so properly.”
Louisa shook her head as a single tear slid down her cheek. “Please, Edward, please don’t ask me such things. It… it isn’t proper.”
Edward straightened from where he’d crouched before her to unbutton her boots, and without a word of warning, simply put one arm around her waist, lifted her completely off her feet and bent her over his knee. Even as she struggled to find some sense of balance in her impossible position, his hand began to slap onto her bottom, the sounds ricocheting like gunshots around the room. Her struggles increased as her feet kicked in the air as he continued to roast her bottom with his large hand. His voice calm and unhurried, he spoke above the cracks of his hand,
“Answer me properly, little lady. I warned you that my tolerance has come to an end. If I have to spend every hour of every day reddening your bottom to teach you respect, then I shall. I’ll continue spanking you until you answer the question you’ve been asked.”
As his tempo increased and his hand began to move down the backs of her legs, Louisa screeched, “Pussy! It’s my pussy, Papa!”
The spanking stopped immediately upon her response, and she was placed back onto her feet. Her hands flew behind her to clench at the throbbing skin of her bottom and her feet did a little dance as she jumped up and down to relieve the fire he had ignited. Edward knew he should not allow her to attempt to soothe the sting of her spanking, but found he enjoyed what he called her ‘hot bottom dance’.
He knew he was well on his way to putting his little one in the proper submissive state. She had finally called him Papa, and he found he had very much missed that form of address, which he preferred. He smiled, watching her antics for a few moments, before he reached out and forced her hands from her bottom. “Enough, Louisa. If you don’t want your bottom to burn, you must learn to answer me immediately, no matter if the question causes you shame.”
She continued to sob even as she felt his hand insinuate itself between her tightly clenched legs. He gave her a look of warning, and with a moan, she eased her feet apart just enough to allow his hand to find its goal. As his fingers slipped toward her little slit, she keened as if she knew exactly what he’d find. Her modesty despite the fact that she was a wedded woman, her embarrassment over her body’s response, her shyness to be so touched all made the moment that much sweeter and Edward took his time, keeping his fingertip just a hairsbreadth away from her sex, as he looked deep into her eyes.
“I don’t believe you are being honest, Louisa. You were bent over with your bottom bare. You were being caned quite harshly and your little pussy wasn’t wet? Not at all, my dear? Not even a bit damp?”
Her face flushed as she whispered, “No… I mean yes, but… but not because of him, Papa. I-I wasn’t… not then… just when… when…” She broke off, unable to continue.
Edward allowed her a moment to compose herself, as he removed his hand from between her legs and knelt to remove her boots and stockings. Once she was completely nude, he gathered up her clothing and placed it on a small stool. When he turned to face her, she raised her eyes to his, hers wet with tears, her lips trembling. She was the picture of abject misery, a perfect portrayal of a little girl knowing she had been very naughty and was just moments away from paying a painful price. Edward’s heart swelled with love for his bride, though he continued to demand her embarrassing participation in her own chastisement.
“Tell me truthfully, little lady; when did you feel your sweet little pussy beginning to weep?”
She sobbed, acknowledging she’d not be allowed to remain silent and finally admitted the awful truth. “When-when you told me to present my bottom properly for the cane. When you told me to ask for an extra stroke.”
Edward was extremely pleased with her answer. He had learned within days of their marriage that she responded to punishment in a surprising, but extremely pleasing way. Though he had curtailed her true training for several weeks now, it seemed as if her body would constantly betray her. This confession validated what he’d thought the moment he’d seen her clenching her thighs when he’d given that order. She was responding to his voice and commands as well, without his even laying a hand on her. “That’s my very good little girl. I am pleased you spoke the truth, Louisa. It is a shame I had to spank your little bottom in order for you to answer me, though. It seems you are in need of much attention today. You have so many lessons to learn and, little one, you need not worry about what anyone else might think or believe. Your job is to worry about obeying me; not society. I will decide what is proper or not. I know you must be a bit confused, but that doesn’t negate the need for punishment, does it?”
She broke and wailed, “Please… please, Papa. Please don’t spank me again.”
Edward reached up and stroked her cheek, his thumbs wiping away the tears as they fell from her eyes. “But I must. It is my duty to teach you to be my good girl, Louisa. You have only begun to learn what I demand of you, and we will discuss this further. However, our time alone grows short, and I need to tend properly to your little bottom. But first we need to address your deceit.” Louisa began to shake even harder as he took her hand and led her to the washstand. He looked down at her and said, “You know that I will never tolerate lying, young lady. Lying is a very nasty habit, which will always be punished. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
