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“Shh, Papa has you, little one,” Edward said, giving her bottom a pat. “You’re wet, but you’re fine.”
Louisa begged to differ but knew better than to hold a debate. Instead, she kept her eyes closed as her husband carried her across the room and set her down on the changing table. With a shudder, she instantly lay down.
“What a good girl,” he said with a smile. “Papa needs you to lift your bottom, sweetie, so I can get your dress out of the way,” he ordered and she complied, embarrassed at knowing he thought she’d been eager to have him tend to her when her intention had simply been to get her weight off the squishy fabric of the nappy.
He lifted her dress to lie over her stomach and Louisa was shocked when he bent forward and blew a soft raspberry onto the naked soft skin of her tummy. She jerked and then squirmed as he moved his lips and did it again. Louisa felt her stomach flip as he continued to press his lips all across her tummy and she realized her sex was tingling.
God, how could she react this way? She had been discovered by her sister, she had been forced to wet a nappy and actually admit the act and ask to be changed. Yet, as Edward’s lips moved to kiss her lightly again, she wanted nothing more than for his lips to move lower, to kiss her far more intimately before stripping her completely naked and taking her as his. She blushed and squirmed again until Edward finally lifted his mouth from her.
“I love kissing your tummy, little one. You can be such a good little girl for your papa.” She blushed at his praise but found her body continued to tingle with desire. Edward grinned as he pulled down the rubber pants and set them aside. She was extremely wet, her nappy soaked, and she was very uncomfortable. Louisa knew that her comfort was not truly her papa’s concern. It was her obedience that mattered. He unpinned the nappy and drew it out from under her bottom. Louisa whimpered as the air blew across her wet skin, her emotions running the gamut from shame to relief, from wanting to shrink away to wishing she could thrust her hips up to feel his fingers moving over her throbbing pussy. He grinned as if he knew exactly how conflicted she was as he took a cloth and began to clean her. He took his time, using the fingers of one hand to press open the lips of her sex as she fought not to squirm. A groan of need slipped out as he dragged the cloth again and again through her pussy until she knew she was wet for another reason. Her little clit was throbbing and Edward shocked her by bending down and placing a soft kiss on it. She moaned, shame engulfing her for a totally different reason as she lifted her hips, wantonly begging him for another. Her papa lifted his head, his smile having her hope that he’d grant her wish. She shivered as his fingers moved over her clit, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves but then she watched as his smile disappeared.
"Papa?”
“I want you to stay here and lie still, Louisa. I’ll be right back and if you know what is good for you, you will not get off this table. Understand?”
It wasn’t an answer but she nodded, her skin pebbling from the arousal she was feeling, and the sound of his voice. “Yes, Papa,” she said, and as he left the room, she found her thumb making its way back into her mouth. She felt her other hand drifting down over the clothing bunched at her waist and had almost touched herself before she remembered it was absolutely forbidden to do so. She uttered a short gasp and jerked her hand back. Her mind flooded with the memory of the severe thrashing she had received one evening when her husband caught her touching her throbbing bud.
That night Edward had not allowed her to take her pleasure when he had taken her to their bed, and she felt she would explode from her need. She had thought he had fallen asleep while she continued to twitch and throb with the need for release. Her fingers had drifted to lie on her engorged clit and while she had only stroked herself a half dozen times before her papa had grabbed her hand, he had been livid. He didn’t even have to say a word; her guilt was so intense at being caught. He had flipped her onto her stomach and reddened her bottom with his hand. She had promised never to do it again as he climbed out of the bed only to retrieve her paddle. Sobbing with the pain of the paddling, she had again begged for forgiveness and pleaded for mercy. None was given as he traded the paddle for the strap. After he had laid twenty burning hot welts across her well-roasted bottom, and restrained her hands to the rail of their bed, she was a throbbing, very sorry little girl.
As if assuring she’d truly learn her lesson, her papa had made sure there were many additional nights when she felt she was only one stroke from completion after her papa refused her permission to spend. The memory of that intense thrashing always gave her the strength she needed to lie still and accept the fact that she would throb for hours simply because that was what her papa wanted.
Remembering, she lay still and turned her mind to wondering how she could face her sister. Lucy had already called Edward a monster and blamed Louisa for being some type of fool to have wed him. Louisa had assured her she was wrong, that Edward was strict, yes, but that he was very loving and that she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. But that was before Lucy had seen her dressed in the clothing her papa preferred her to wear. That was before her twin had seen her not only drinking out of a bottle, but wearing a nappy. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, Lucy had actually begged Louisa to wet that nappy so that her spanking could end.
Louisa felt tears fill her eyes as she felt a loss she couldn’t explain. Her mouth worked harder on her thumb as she pictured her twin standing in the corner, her bottom aching all because of Louisa’s stubbornness over winning a battle in which she never stood a chance of being the victor.
Edward returned to the nursery and when he saw the tears sliding down her cheeks, he sighed and placed the items he had brought with him on the table.
“What is it, little lady? What is making you so sad?”
Louisa cried harder at the concern in his voice. She adored this man, but would never be able to admit that what he did to her caused her both pain and intense pleasure. She had no words to explain how he made her feel—how even with the awful, humiliating things he made her do, her body thrummed with desire. All she knew was that this was her life, and that she wanted to be his wife, loved belonging to him, no matter what age he expected her to be. She continued to cry until he picked her up and settled them both in the large rocker. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed.
* * *
Edward was a very astute man.Louisa didn’t need to admit that she was confused and ashamed, he could see the conflicting emotions on her face. Her struggle to truly accept not only her enforced lifestyle, but also her deep seated need for submission was evident in the depth of her beautiful, expressive eyes. He knew that she loved her sister and that they were connected in ways that not everyone could understand. He was aware that she felt she could never face Lucille again, and yet, he also knew something he was quite positive his little lady would never have once considered. But as a man who’d known his entire life that his need was to dominate and had an innate ability to read people… especially women… he knew that Lucille was far more identical to Louisa than she would ever want to admit. He had seen her watching the scene from beneath the settee and had known that she felt somehow drawn to what was happening.
Lucille might not yet understand the pull of her desire; might never truly admit it to anyone—including herself—but there was not a shred of doubt in his mind that these two women were born to be submissives. They were intelligent, beautiful and capable adult women but their very psyche required, no demanded, that they submit their minds, their hearts and their bodies to dominant men. He knew all this, but also knew he would not explain it to his wife. He had many lessons to teach her, but this wasn’t something one just learned. It was so much more than that. This need, this craving to submit was something that resided in the deepest part of her soul. His little lady would have to work it out on her own.
“Hush, little one. I know you are hurting but must trust that all will be fine. Lucille loves you and, Louisa, both of you will learn things about each other that you never questioned. You were born together and, sweetie, you will always have each other regardless of your status. Now, stop crying, and trust your papa.” He allowed her a few more minutes of pity for herself, but then stood her erect, stripped her naked and had her back on the table.
Louisa looked at the items he had brought and confusion lit her face. One bowl held a steaming cloth, one held what was obviously warm water, and the other held a brush and a bar of soap.
“Papa? Why are you going to shave now?”
Edward smiled and shook his head. With a gentle hand on her shoulder, he pressed her to lie back. Taking an ankle in each hand, he pushed her legs up until her heels bumped against her bottom. Running his hands up her calves, he enjoyed the shudder she couldn’t suppress. “Papa didn’t bring his shaving supplies to your nursery to use on himself, little one.” Cupping her knees, he watched her face as he pressed them apart, spreading them wide and opening her sex to his view. “They are for you.” He adored both the soft gasp and watching the confusion disappear from her face as he picked up the cloth. Her huge eyes watched the cloth descend and the tension in her body let him know she expected it to be far too hot. He smiled when her body relaxed as he draped the cloth over her sex and its warmth had her giving a soft groan of pleasure.
“That’s right. Little girls who wear nappies don’t need hair on their sweet little pussies. Papa is going to shave you now, and you will never have hair between your legs again.” He watched her draw in a deep breath as his fingers moved through the soft golden curls at the apex of her sex. He knew she’d never once considered the fact that he would shave her quim. Sliding his fingers along the seam of her sex, he felt her quiver as he spread his fingers apart to open the outer lips of her pussy.
He grinned and reminded her, “I know this feels good, little one. I know Papa’s fingers are playing with your sweet little pussy but Papa needs you to be very still.” She blushed and closed her eyes, her chest rising as she inhaled deeply. When she didn’t exhale, he shook his head. “Breathe, Louisa. Just breathe normally.” He waited until she exhaled and then took a few breaths, each one a little less deep than the one before as she calmed. “That’s my good girl.” Lifting his hand from her sex, he took hers and guided it to her mouth.
“Go ahead and suckle, baby. I want you to feel comfortable while Papa shaves you.” She didn’t protest, accepting her thumb and was soon drawing on it as he picked up the scissors and began to snip away the curls from her pussy. When he was satisfied that the scissors would no longer do him any good, he picked up the brush, dipped it into the bowl of water and then began working the bristles against the soap until he had worked up a thick lather. With another smile, he began applying it to her sex. She moaned at the sensation and then froze when he placed the razor’s edge at the top of her curls.
When he heard her whimper, he said, “Shhh, it is okay, Louisa. Papa will be very careful. Just as I would never allow the cloth to have burn your skin, I won’t cut this precious little cunny. Relax, suckle your thumb and lie still.” It took several minutes and he lathered the entire area several more times before he was satisfied that her pussy was shorn smooth. She blushed anew as he guided her to her hands and knees and then gently pressed his hand between her shoulder blades until they and her face were lying against the pad of the changing table.
“Stay still,” he reminded. “Papa is going to shave your sweet little pucker now.”
“What? No, Papa!” she whined, her bottom wiggling as if that would ever keep him from doing his duty.
“Yes, Louisa,” he said giving her a pass as he understood the entire concept was totally foreign to her. “Hush now,” he added, guiding her thumb to her lips again.
