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“No, Lucy. Little girls need a good supper before they sleep. You will eat a proper meal, and only after will you be allowed to find your bed. Now, come along. There is no need to feel ashamed of getting your bottom thrashed. Naughty girls get strapped and then are forgiven. It is over, and need not be discussed, unless you choose to misbehave again.” He bent toward her and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “You took your thrashing very well, little one. Though I doubt you believe me, I am very proud of you, Lucy.”
Trying to process all that had happened in one short day, Lucy found herself allowing him to take her hand and lead her to the table. She grimaced as she took her seat and allowed him to push her up to the table. She thanked Mrs. Bremmer when a bowl of soup was placed in front of her. She couldn’t look at her sister, her mind and heart churning in confusion. Her bottom burned and clenched as it tried to adjust to her body weight. The meal was quiet, Edward seeming content to eat in silence as she and Louisa attempted to process all that had occurred over the last few days.
When the meal was over, Lucy meekly asked, “May I be excused, sir?” Edward looked at her and smiled.
“Yes, my dear. You may retire to your room and seek your bed. I want you to get a good night’s sleep before you begin your studies again tomorrow. Goodnight and try to have sweet dreams.”
Lucy slipped from her chair. “Thank you, sir.” Without looking at her sister, Lucy said, “Good night, Louisa.”
“Good night, Lucy,” Louisa returned softly.
Lucy wasn’t surprised to see Molly in her room, obviously having been informed by Mrs. Bremmer that her mistress had finished her dinner. The girls didn’t converse as Molly helped Lucy out of her clothing. Lucy heard her maid’s quick intake of breath but was grateful when Molly didn’t mention the condition of Lucy’s posterior. Lucy knew the maid was most likely wondering when her mistress was going to learn how to behave so that her backside wasn’t red and striped. Molly helped Lucy into her nightgown and when Molly presented a fresh pair of bloomers Lucy shook her head, no longer concerned that someone would be privy to the fact that she was naked beneath her gown. Molly was different. She was both a servant and the closest thing Lucy had to a friend in the manor. Molly turned back the spread and sheets of the bed and Lucy bit back a cry as she crawled up onto it. She immediately turned onto her stomach, her bottom throbbing. Molly gently drew the covers up, but when Lucy groaned, she removed all but the thinnest sheet.
“Sleep well, Miss Lucy.” Lucy didn’t answer, she just began to cry softly as Molly began to gather up the discarded clothing. She turned as the door opened. Lucy also heard it but was just too tired to sit up. She bit back a groan as Mrs. Bremmer entered.
“Molly, you may retire,” the housekeeper said, “I’ll finish here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Molly said, giving her superior a curtsy. After shooting Lucy a look and an encouraging smile, she left, pulling the door closed behind her.
Lucy was exhausted and just wanted to fall into oblivion. She had so much to think about, so much to consider, so many questions she wondered if she would ever be able to answer. She watched as the housekeeper moved to pick up the clothing Molly would have taken care of, hanging it back into the armoire. Lucy’s eyes drifted closed and she remained still until she felt the sheet being drawn back. She whimpered as she felt her gown being drawn up to expose her bottom.
“Shhh, little one. Just be still; I’m going to put some salve on your poor bottom to help reduce the swelling.”
Lucy’s face burned and her eyes clenched tight as she felt a glob of something being applied to her bottom. She braced herself, expecting pain, but moaned as immediate relief flooded through her. The salve was wonderfully cooling and she was soon limp beneath Mrs. Bremmer’s expert hands. Anna’s fingers were gentle as she slowly and carefully worked the salve into every welt and bruise. Lucy sighed as the older woman continued to apply the salve down the backs of Lucy’s thighs.
“Open your legs.”
Lucy hesitated, but only for a moment, the comfort offered far too soothing to chance its end. Anna smoothed more of the slick cream on the places where the strap had wrapped to nip at the extremely sensitive skin of Lucy’s inner thighs. Anna’s fingers slipped between Lucy’s parted legs going from one welt to another, the cooling ointment sliding against the hot skin. Lucy felt something change when Mrs. Bremmer’s fingers paused at the junction of her thighs.
“Open your legs wider, sweetie. Let me see if the strap bit into your sweet little pussy.”
Lucy’s face flooded with color at the command. Though she’d heard the word whispered among her school friends, it was the first time anyone had openly referred to her most private, intimate area with such a crude word. The command caused her heart to beat faster but after only a moment’s hesitation, she opened herself a bit wider.
“That’s a good girl,” Anna praised, her fingers slowly sliding down Lucy’s thigh to barely touch the pouch of Lucy’s sex.
Tensing, Lucy drew a ragged breath and held it as the servant’s fingers moved to settle in a place Lucy had never truly thought about. The touch was nothing like the one she felt when she cleaned herself during her bath or after using the chamber pot. She quivered, not understanding what she was feeling, only knowing that the touch felt good. When they moved again, nails giving the briefest flick against her skin, Lucy moaned.
“Shhh, don’t fuss, sweetie. Lie still and let me take care of you.”
Surrendering, Lucy settled, moaning against as the finger slid across her sex, applying the cream to a part of her anatomy she had never before known existed.
“That’s a good little girl,” Anna said very softly as she removed her fingers to once again smooth some salve into undercurve of each buttock of Lucy’s bottom. “You will feel better tomorrow, but I hope you are learning a valuable lesson. It will be much easier on this poor precious little bottom if you learn to obey his lordship’s rules.”
Lucy felt conflicted as the servant spoke, giving a final few strokes of her fingers against the bottom under discussion. She realized she had exposed herself to a woman she would have sworn she hated and yet that woman had shown her nothing but tenderness as she soothed her aching bottom. Anna patted her again and then stood, gathering her pot of salve. Lucy’s nightgown remained well up on her back, leaving her bottom bare and shining with the salve, but when she reached back to draw it down, the servant’s voice stayed her hand.
“No, Lucy. Keep your gown up so your bottom will cool and the salve dry.”
Lucy didn’t know what to say, not sure if she was aching due to her strapping or because she felt bereft with the disappearance of the woman’s soothing fingers. She didn’t know what she needed; what she wanted. She shut her eyes again, and as Anna bent to kiss her cheek before she extinguished the lamp, she muttered, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Sleep well, little one.”
* * *
As Lucy drifted into sleep,Louisa was being changed on her table. Edward hadn’t allowed her to excuse herself from the table until she had to admit that she was wet and needed a fresh nappy. He knew this was something to which his little lady would always have an extremely hard time adjusting. He would keep her in nappies during her naps and would use additional diaper time as punishment. It promised to be very effective in helping keep his little girl in line. When she had asked to be changed, tears sliding down her cheeks, he hadn’t praised her. After all, she was simply obeying him. He had placed his napkin on the table next to his plate and held out his hand. She blushed the entire way to her nursery, her gait awkward with the weight of her sodden diaper between her legs. She didn’t speak as he cleaned her, but quivered as he ran the cloth and then his fingers over her shorn skin. He hadn’t bothered diapering her again. It was time for her to be tucked into bed and he simply put her in a nightgown and led her to their room.
He was rewarded with her first real smile in hours as she realized she wasn’t going to be spending the night in her crib. Edward was aware that she wanted the comfort of her papa’s arms around her; she needed to feel treasured and desired. Though he was extremely pleased that changes in his home were happening quickly, he knew his little one was still struggling with the fact that her secret had been revealed. Lucille had only just begun to ask her questions and his bride would have to face her sister and her questions soon. However, that could wait. It had been a rather trying few days and Louisa needed to rest.
“Are you coming to bed too, Papa?” she asked softly as he tucked the covers around her.
