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Louisa flushed hotly, looking back at her sister before shaking her head. “No, sir… it’s not.”
“I would have thought you would have learned to be better behaved by now, my dear. I suppose your last birching didn’t make the impression I intended. You will discover this one to be far more difficult to endure.”
Lucy wondered when her twin had undergone such a punishment and why she’d never mentioned it. They shared everything… or had. She watched Louisa briefly close her eyes, and saw a tear slide down her cheek.
“Ye-yes, sir.”
Edward nodded and motioned to his desk. “You may present yourself for your birching, Louisa.” Any hope that he was offering his wife a bit of modesty, a tiny piece of privacy were dashed with his next words. “Lucille, come around and watch so you will know the proper position I shall expect you to maintain.” Mrs. Bremmer pulled Lucy to stand behind the desk, though off to one side. Lucy watched as her sister bent over the desk and reached out to grip the opposite edge with her hands. The stretch required to cross the wide expanse of polished mahogany pulled the skin of her bottom tight, and Lucy heard her give a soft moan. Lucy was horrified to see her sister spread her legs wide apart and closed her eyes, trying to turn away as Louisa’s womanly charms were opened to view.
Edward was quick to demand, “Open your eyes, Lucille. You are to learn from this and be able to mimic the position exactly. You are to be open for your punishment; nothing is to be hidden. Sin is done in darkness, and if you don’t want to feel the shame of exposure, don’t choose the transgression.”
Her face flushed hotly, knowing this was all her fault. She’d been the one to hatch the plan, had giggled at how they would pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. Instead, her sister now bent, naked from the waist down, splayed open, her already punished bottom bared for the birch her husband would soon be wielding.
Her attention returned to her guardian when he continued warning her. “Turn away or close your eyes again and you shall earn additional strokes.” Lucy gave a soft sob, but nodded, her hand pressed to her mouth. Louisa remained in the horribly shameful position as Edward walked to the armoire and returned with the two heavy birches.
“Present your bottom, and request your deserved chastisement, Louisa.”
Lucille’s ears rang as she heard her sister say clearly, “I’m sorry I was naughty, sir. Please may I have the birching my misbehavior has earned me?” Lucille couldn’t believe the words or accept the fact that her sister willingly turned her heels out, went up onto her toes, arched her back and lifted her poor bottom as high as she could. It appeared as if she were begging for the first stroke. Edward laid one birch on the desk’s surface, ran his hands along the branches of the other as he moved to stand to the side of his wife and lifted his arm.
Lucy flinched and stumbled backwards as the first blow landed against her sister’s proffered bottom. Louisa jerked but remained silent, and lifted her bottom for the next stroke. Lucy wasn’t even aware that she was moaning, as Mrs. Bremmer held her steady to witness her sister’s punishment. Edward laid five quick, hard strokes onto the little bottom and then laid the instrument across his wife’s back. Louisa was crying softly but only moved enough to place her feet flat onto the floor, keeping her stance wide.
“Th… thank you, sir,” she managed to whisper.
Edward nodded, but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to Lucy, even as he picked up the second rod. “Mrs. Bremmer will prepare you and then you shall present yourself and ask for your punishment, Lucille.” Lucy began to sob as Mrs. Bremmer wordlessly pulled her back around the desk and bent her over it. She began to squirm as she felt her dress and petticoats efficiently being lifted and rolled and then pinned to her shoulders. She felt her drawers being lowered, and though she stepped out of them when told, she couldn’t stop her hand from going back in an attempt to shield her nakedness from the housekeeper. For that she received a quick swat and felt her hand forcibly removed from her bottom.
“None of that now, missy; you keep your hands off your bum and in front of you gripping the desk. Do not reach back as you don’t wish to have the birch fall upon your fingers.”
Lucy sobbed and heard herself begging, “Please… oh, please no. Please, I’ll-I’ll die!”
“Don’t be absurd,” the housekeeper said crisply. “While there isn’t a soul alive who hasn’t thought they would die under the birch, I assure you, just like every one of them, you too shall live. Now, make your request to his lordship, and I suggest you do so quickly and properly unless you’d like to learn that your guardian is not the only one in this manor who knows how to properly wield the rod with a repeat of the lesson on the morrow. Of course, there won’t be any fancy desk to lie over or privacy you’ve been so graciously offered tonight. You’ll bend across the surface of the cook’s work table and have your disobedience corrected with the kitchen staff as your witnesses.”
Lucy knew when she’d lost the fight. She laid her cheek down on the desk and found her sister watching her. Louisa’s eyes were glistening with tears but she gave Lucy a small nod of encouragement. Lucy desperately wished she could grip her sister’s hand as they had during the awful caning but found herself reaching to grip the desk’s edge as ordered. She moaned as she saw Edward move to position himself behind her. She closed her eyes against the humiliation of her position even as he ordered,
“Lucille, spread your legs wide. Your heels are to be turned out.”
She sobbed and was shuffling her feet a few inches apart when she jerked as he immediately voiced his disapproval.
“I’m not telling you again, young lady. You witnessed the proper position, and now you are required to offer yourself to your discipline. Do so now, Lucille.”
This was a hundredfold worse than being bent for the cane earlier. The room seemed thick with tension, and Lucy felt things she had never before experienced. Her heart was racing in her chest, her face hot with the shame of all that was happening. She had just seen her twin, a copy of herself, open her legs and her sex to the room, her bottom willingly lifted for the cruelty of the birch rod and then… then heard that same punished sister actually thank her husband for the lesson. Lucy had never been more confused in her life, and certainly never before as terrified at what was about to happen to her. She began to cry harder but when she felt his hand touch her inner thigh to pull her legs apart, she quickly spread her legs wide in order to have the hand removed.
“That’s better. Now, heels turned out and ask for your chastisement.”
Lucy heard herself speak as she tried to remember the words her sister had uttered. “Sir, I’m so sorry… please…” Shaking her head, she sobbed, “I don’t think I can do this. I beg you, please spare me this shame.”
“You not only can, but you shall. Look deep inside yourself, Lucille, and I know you will find you not only deserve this shame and the pain that you will feel; but that you need it to be able to forgive yourself.”
Lucy broke into huge sobs, the sight of Mrs. Bremmer shaking her head in displeasure not the least bit surprising, but though the view of her guardian was a bit wavy due to the tears filling her eyes, she saw him simply standing, the birch at his side, as if he had all the time in the world, and she knew the truth. In order to ever rise from the desk she had to do exactly that. She had to accept both the shame and the birching.
In just a few moments, she tried again. “I’m-I’m sorry I was… was disobedient. Please…” Stumbling a bit, she forced herself to emulate her twin. “Please, birch me, sir,” she finished and tensed for the first awful stroke.
It didn’t arrive, and she heard him speak, “That is incorrect, Lucille. You must apologize for being naughty and ask for ‘your’ birching. After all, you are requesting my attention to your bottom, and need to make your desire for correction clear. You must also rise up on your tiptoes and lift your bottom, pushing it well out for me. The lesson will only be effective if you properly submit to your punishment.”
She was more mortified than she had ever been in her life. Baring her bottom for the caning this morning seemed like nothing when faced with not only opening her body to this man but to actually be forced to ask for correction, and a birching at that! She had seen Louisa’s position, and blushed even more hotly remembering all she had been able to see of her sister’s charms. She knew he could easily see every square inch of her most intimate places. Places she never even thought about were now on display to her brother-in-law as well as his horrid housekeeper. She wanted to jump up and flee, but knew she would be easily caught. She also felt incredibly guilty and a deep seated need to prove the contrition she truly felt at bringing them both to the awful moment.
She found she just wanted the ordeal to be over. Choking back a sob as she forced herself up onto her toes, she cried, “I’m sorry I was naughty, sir. Please may I have my-my birching?” Evidently he was pleased with the request because before she could take another breath, she heard the swish of the birch and then the first explosion landed across her upturned bottom. It was worse than she’d even imagined. It was as if a thousand angry hornets had all descended to sink their stingers into her flesh at the same exact moment. The second stroke landed before she found enough breath to scream in agony from the first.
It was then she realized that the birch’s branches left some wetness on her skin and she suddenly understood another of the implement’s unique abilities. Every twig that made up the dozen or so in the rod had been soaked in some sort of solution. It was as if each stroke was meant not only to prick her flesh, but to rub salt into the wounds, intensifying the sting. As the third stroke painted its angry lines against her skin, her hands released from the desk and flew back to cover her bottom. Edward barely had time to check his swing, and the birch landed on the backs of her thighs, barely above her knees. Lucy screeched and flung herself off the desk, her hands moving to cup her thighs as she bounced up and down. Mrs. Bremmer quickly stepped forward, and physically forced the young woman back over the desk.
