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“Thank you, Mrs. Bremmer, I see you managed to get our little one in position,” Edward said.
“I must confess, she only remembered how to properly place herself in her naughty corner after having a swat applied to her backside, my lord. That and the promise of a more thorough spanking if she didn’t remember her papa’s instructions.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs. Bremmer, and I certainly appreciate your help. As I told Louisa, I must accept part of the blame for the discord of our household. I’m afraid she’d only received the very most rudimentary training before Lucille came to Wintercrest. Everything shall be explained and problems remedied quickly. Until then, know that I shall turn to you when necessary to help with our little lady.”
Louisa’s face burned and her heart pounded. She was mortified that her husband stood discussing her as if she weren’t in the room, and especially with a paid servant. Never in her life had she felt such embarrassment—not even being bent over receiving a caning from the headmaster. She had intended to complain to her husband about the liberties Mrs. Bremmer had taken, but hearing his words, wondered if he truly intended to allow the older woman to not only touch, but to spank, his wife. Suddenly terrified that she already knew the answer, she pushed herself further into the wall wishing she had the power to step through the plaster. It didn’t matter that the room was flooded with light or that the walls were painted a bright cheerful color. Precious childhood toys and books on shelves did not change the truth. This nursery was still a place where she feared unspeakable things were going to happen.
Suddenly, she yelped, jerking her hand up after something sharp had stung her. She was shocked to find Mrs. Bremmer scowling at her and saw that no insect had stung her. It was a black strip of leather that had taken its bite from her flesh.
Giving the implement a shake, Mrs. Bremmer scolded, “You know better than that, missy. Get your hands where they belong, unless you want me to take my tawse to them again?”
Louisa shook her head, not even having been aware of the fact she’d dropped her hands, but immediately put them back on the top of her head. “I’m sorry, um, Mrs. Bremmer.”
“You may address me as ma’am when you are being tended to, and I daresay, it appears you will be requiring a great deal of attention in your training. Do you understand me, Louisa?”
Louisa didn’t understand at all, but did know the woman seemed to have no problem in slapping at her. Mrs. Bremmer was speaking as if she had no doubt or hesitancy in ordering Louisa about and, to Louisa’s shame, her own husband was not rushing to chastise the woman for her liberties. Louisa had found it quite romantic when Edward had told her the couple had met when working in the employ of his family years before he’d even been born. They’d fallen in love, married, and continued in service to this very day. She was far less entranced now learning that both Anna and Henri seemed to agree that his word was law and thoroughly approved of his way of life.
Louisa felt her eyes well up, even as she forced herself to answer, “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s a good girl. Yes, that’s much better.” Mrs. Bremmer turned back to face her employer. “Is there anything else, sir? I would be happy to stay and assist you.”
“I will take it from here Mrs. Bremmer,” Edward said. “Louisa and I have a great deal to discuss and not a lot of time before Lucille arrives home. However, I will definitely need your assistance tonight as both the girls will be attending to me in the study after dinner. Perhaps you could make sure that there are two strong and sturdy birches, well-brined, ready for this evening?”
From her place beside Louisa, Mrs. Bremmer gave him a curt nod, and with a glance to catch Louisa staring in shock at her. “Certainly, my lord. I shall cut and bind them myself. There is plenty of time for them to have a good soaking before you have need of them.” With a curt nod, she left the nursery, pulling the door closed behind her.
Chapter 7
Edward looked around the room and was pleased with what he saw. His wishes had been carried out and the nursery was bright, airy and full of pieces of his wife’s childhood. His glance again fell on Louisa. She was sniffling softly, and he knew she was aware of what would transpire later that day. However, the promised punishment was still hours away, and he had several things to attend to before then. He’d sent his housekeeper away as he felt Louisa would be far more receptive to learning the intimate details of what her future would hold without the woman’s presence. Knowing he had but a few hours before Lucille returned home, he called to his wife, “Come here, little one.”
This time, when she turned from the corner it was to find her husband standing before her but no longer with his arms open. Her steps were far more hesitant as she moved forward until she stood only a foot from him. Edward nodded and then turned to walk around her. Louisa stood still as a statue as if unsure what she was to do. He took his time as it was always a pleasure to gaze upon his wife’s beauty. He took in the fact that her hair was becoming a bit disheveled, strands of gold no longer neatly woven in tidy braids. Her skirt looked a bit rumpled from being hauled up and held above her waist both during her caning as well as her time spent at the wall. As he completed his circuit, coming to stand directly in front of her again, he could see the tracks of tears still on her cheeks though she was no longer crying. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she chewed on her bottom lip in a fit of nerves he could certainly understand.
“You’ve been a very naughty little girl haven’t you, Louisa?”
She gulped but managed to whisper, “Ye… yes, sir.”
Edward nodded and said, “Remove your clothing.”
Louisa looked taken aback at the curt order, her eyes darting from him to various areas of the room. Much as he had just done, she appeared to be assessing the new furnishings rather than doing what he expected her to do which was to obey him.
“Edward, where did you get—ow!” she cried out loudly as his hand connected with her bottom. Even though her skirt, petticoat and bloomers provided her a barrier, he knew her bottom was highly sensitized due to the caning she’d received. She’d definitely feel the burn as he landed several swats. He had one hand on her arm and even as she began to twist and turn, trying to avoid the punishing hand, he continued to spank her until her feet were dancing in place.
After he felt he’d gotten her complete attention, Edward used his free hand to raise her chin, forcing her tearstained face to his. “I will not tolerate your disobedience any longer. You are mine and you will do as you are told—immediately when you are told. Now, remove your clothing,” he instructed again, releasing both her chin and her arm. She continued to sniffle as she lifted her hands and slowly tugged the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her heavy uniform skirt. He could see her fingers tremble as she worked on the buttons at the waistband of her skirt, pushing it down to the floor and stepping out of it. She untied her petticoat and he watched as it slid down to join the skirt on the floor. He twirled his finger in the air, indicating that she was to turn around. She did, and he began to work on the row of pearl buttons at the back of her blouse. When the last had been unfastened, he pushed it open. She shivered as she pulled it down her arms and then blushed when it stuck at her wrists. Edward pushed her fumbling fingers aside, adjusting the inside out fabric until he could see the tiny buttons on the cuffs. Working them through their holes, he freed her wrists. As she murmured her thanks, her face showing her embarrassment, his mind was considering how the simplest garment could provide quite the titillating possibilities in binding a little one. But those thoughts were for another day.
He saw Louisa standing, her efforts to disrobe having evidently ceased as she stood in her corset, chemise, stockings, boots and bloomers.
“Everything, Louisa. You won’t be needing clothing for a while, and certainly shall never wear this uniform again.”
“I-I know, but I-I can’t—”
“I assure you that you can,” he broke in, a bit surprised she continued to test him.
“No, I mean I can’t reach… please, will you help me with my corset?”
“Ah, of course,” Edward said, giving her a smile. “Turn around.” She twirled to present her back and he could feel her tremble as he began to loosen the laces of her corset. Once he was done, he circled her again, watching as she slowly allowed the barrier to slip from her body. Her chemise molded to the round mounds of her breasts, the thin fabric unable to conceal the fact that her nipples had already begun to furl tightly.
Stepping forward he filled his palms with the mounds of her breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks before fingers closed around each bud to pinch the tender flesh.
“Oh-oh, please.”
