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Above the sounds of her sobs she heard the housekeeper speak. “Don’t be silly, Louisa. You obviously wanted this as you chose to lie about feeling ill. You lied to me when you said your papa instructed you to stay in his bedchamber and rest. You lied to your professor when taking a quiz that wasn’t yours to take. You were a very naughty little girl weren’t you?”
Louisa had no intention of answering but the press of the nozzle against her anus had her nodding her head. “Yes, but I’m sorry! Please, please don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Shame flooded through her, but so did hope as the woman’s gray head tilted to one side as she waited for Louisa to answer. “Don’t do… do this. I-I don’t want… a… a cleansing.”
“Of course you don’t,” Anna said, shaking her head as if commiserating with her charge. “But what you want isn’t what you need now is it? Your papa knows exactly what is required to make you feel better. He knows that no little girl really wants to keep all those nasty little lies inside. Don’t you fret. After your bottom has swallowed all its nice soapy medicine, you’ll hold it until it’s had time to wash all that naughtiness right out of you. Perhaps the next time youwantto lie to your papa and to me, you’ll remember how much you don’twantan enema.”
Louisa sobbed harder, her little bottom trying to twist away as she felt the first tiny bit of the nozzle entering her bum. She felt it being pushed harder and was soon squealing and then begging for mercy as the woman she had lied to worked the entire length of the long nozzle slowly up into a bottom that had already been thrashed for all of those lies she’d chosen to tell.
After assuring herself that the nozzle was very well-seated and making sure the hose was securely fastened, Mrs. Bremmer reached up to the bag. Louisa heard the horrid click as the valve was opened and the volume of her cries increased as she was relentlessly filled. Anna moved to sit in the rocking chair and casually picked up the sweater she was knitting. As she rocked and worked on her yarn, the mistress of the manor rocked back and forth on her knees in her crib, struggling with the cramps of her large punishment enema.
Anna had remained knitting quietly, only occasionally rising to check on how Louisa’s enema was progressing. Once the bag had emptied completely, she removed the tubing from it, leaving the hose dangling from Louisa’s stretched little bottom-hole. Louisa labored to retain the awful liquid even as she begged to be allowed to release the enema. She moaned deeply as the servant reached beneath her to massage her hugely distended belly, moving the liquid further into her bowels.
“Hush all that fussing. You’ll hold for a good while, missy. You told several lies and your papa wants to make sure all of them are rinsed away. You need to keep every drop of your medicine in your bottom until it’s had a chance to do its job.”
Louisa continued to beg but a good half hour passed before Anna came to release her. Louisa sobbed out her apology for lying to her and promised she would never ever tell a mistruth again.
“I can only hope you mean that,” Anna said with a soft smile. “But, I know that little ones are always quick to promise impossible things, especially with their little tummies full of good strong medicine and a thick nozzle deep inside their naughty bottoms.”
By the time Louisa was allowed to release and had been cleaned and redressed, she was a very compliant young lady. Edward came into the room toward the end, and dismissed Anna with praise for a job well done. Louisa burst into tears, and when her husband opened his arms, she flew into them and buried her face into his neck. She sank against him as he settled into the rocker, the feeling of submission washing over her as her husband’s arms wrapped lovingly around her.
“Did you learn a good lesson, little lady? Are you going to lie to Papa or Mrs. Bremmer ever again?”
“No… no, Papa… never… ever,” she said, her voice hiccupping with her tears. Edward kissed her tenderly. “I hope not, my precious little one, and I hope your birching tonight will teach you that it just doesn’t pay to be naughty.” Louisa began to sob again, his words reminding her that despite her caning, despite his spanking before her nap and the awful cleansings of her mouth and bottom, her ordeal was not yet over. She may have already paid her penance but her bottom still had the most horrid price to pay.
As determined as she’d been to remember that naughtiness didn’t pay, she’d still fought when Mrs. Bremmer attempted to put her on the changing table before a full rotation of the clock’s hands. Louisa was sobbing and kicking her feet toward the housekeeper when the door flew open and her husband strode inside. Instead of rescuing her from the woman’s clutches, Edward simply scooped her up into his arms, dropped her onto the table and then took his wife’s flailing hands in his and held her down as she was diapered for the very first time.
Of course, since she had been such a naughty, disobedient little girl, she had been rolled onto her tummy first and spanked long and hard by the paddle that Mrs. Bremmer handed Edward. Only after her bottom was blazing and throbbing had she been flipped back over and all that awful heat had been trapped inside several layers of white swaddling. She had been sobbing with pain and shame when she had been lifted and placed in the crib.
And that was when her papa had informed her of his latest expectation. She had been mortified when she was told that she was to use her nappy during her nap like a good little girl. Mrs. Bremmer had simply stood at the end of the crib as if it were totally normal to hear the mistress of the manor being ordered to wet her nappy like a baby. Edward had given her a kiss on her tearstained cheek and whispered that disobedient dry little girls would soon find themselves wishing they obeyed their papas.
Chapter 2
Despite the memories so fresh in her mind and regardless of the warning and the fear of what would happen, Louisa had been unable to force herself to obey. Now, looking up at him from her crib and watching her husband’s smile fade as his fingers pushed inside her nappy, she knew she would soon be on her knees, her bottom aching and her mouth busy suckling while she made her penance.
Edward sighed heavily and, without a word, flipped her onto her back. Louisa was grateful that the housekeeper was not in sight even as Edward unpinned the cloth and pulled the bone dry fabric from beneath his wife’s bottom.
“I see you chose to be a naughty girl,” he said as he dropped the nappy onto the floor and then stripped her of her short nightshirt. Louisa had no answer. She had been given an order and had failed to obey it. She might have been allowed to act as Lady Wintercrest for several weeks when her twin had first come to live with them as Edward’s ward, but it was quickly becoming obvious that was no longer the case. Edward picked up his naked wife and carried her to the ottoman before setting her down on her feet.
She watched her husband stride to the pretty white cabinet painted with bright yellow daisies and purple forget-me-nots. Opening one of the doors, he reached into the interior and withdrew his choice. The falsehood of such a sweet piece of furniture’s intention was proven when he turned back. Instead of any book, stuffie, doll, or toy, he held a long, thin leather strap in his hand. When he doubled it and began to walk back toward her, she broke.
“Please no, Papa! Please don’t strap me! I’m sorry… I-I just couldn’t do it… please!”
“You can and, believe me, Louisa Michelle Wintercrest, you will. If you need a well- strapped bottom before you obey your papa, then you shall have one.” Gesturing with the strap toward the ottoman, he continued, “Climb up and get on your hands and knees. Lower your titties and shoulders down and stick that naughty, dry bottom well up in the air. Ask Papa for your strapping like a good girl.”
Louisa began sobbing even as she climbed onto the ottoman and forced herself into the position he required. Her nipples pebbled instantly the moment they met the cold leather, her eyelids closing as she pressed her cheek down and lifted her bottom high. She quivered as she felt his fingers splay against the small of her back.
“Don’t make me wait, Louisa, as your strapping will be much longer if you do.”
Sobbing, understanding the need for confession and the all-consuming shame of having to ask for him to help her atone for that naughtiness, she managed to choke out, “I’m sorry, Papa. I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t… didn’t obey you. Please, may I have my strap… strapping?” He didn’t immediately speak, but she felt him lift the leather of the strap to lie against her upturned bottom. Though she couldn’t stop the instinctual flinch, she didn’t try to lower herself from the shameful position.
“If you fail in your diaper duties again, little lady, it will not be the strap the next time. I will use the cane against your naughty arse, and then you shall learn what penance is required for the use of such a severe instrument.”
Louisa felt her heart stutter at his calm warning. She instinctively knew that the penance she normally performed was not the one of which he was speaking. Though she had no idea what he could possibly mean, she knew she never wanted to discover what he would expect of her if he ever had cause to give her a caning. She found herself lifting her bottom even higher and saying, “Yes, sir, Papa. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Words are easy to say, little one. It’s actions that will prove to your papa that those words are sincere.”
