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This time her moan was much deeper, her body suffusing with color as he slid the fingers of one hand between her buttocks and then splayed them, to press open the cleft of her bottom. The moment she felt the brush of bristles against her puckered opening, she clenched her muscles. He smiled at the useless effort, his fingers easily holding her cheeks open.
“Don’t be naughty,” he said, applying more lather along her cleft, twirling the tips of the bristles around the rim of her bottom-hole. His cock was rock hard in his pants, aching to explore the tiny forbidden opening. He knew it would be quite an experience when he first took her bottom, something he knew she never once had possibly imagined. For now, he satisfied himself with carefully shaving all around her little flower and then washing the foam away. Once the bare, smooth surface of her skin was visible, he bent down and pressed his lips to her opening.
“Papa!” she squealed loudly, trying to pull away, her thumb popping from her mouth as her hands clawed at the padded surface of the table.
“Be still, Louisa,” he ordered, his voice only slightly louder than normal as he easily pulled her back toward him. “Papa is playing.” He knew she was shocked and more than likely shamed as his little one had often declared some of the things he was teaching her as naughty or taboo. Holding her hip with one hand, he dragged the fingers of his other down the length of her spine, loving the quiver she couldn’t contain.
“I’ve told you before that there is nothing forbidden between us,” he said, again tracking along her back, but this time with his tongue. When he reached the split of her bottom, his fingers easily pulled her buttocks apart, her clenching just as ineffective in keeping him out this time as it had been the last. Lifting his head, he said, “Every inch of you belongs to Papa,” before drawing the tip of his tongue down the length of her cleft. Raising his head once again, he said, “And I will kiss your bottom and your pretty little pucker whenever I wish.”
He ran his tongue all around the rim of her anus before broadening it to lick across the opening. Her gasp was louder, her quiver harder as he continued to kiss, lap and taste her freshly shaven bottom. Edward continued to lick and kiss her opening, her recent deep cleansing allowing him to press his tongue just the tiniest bit inside.
“Oh… oh, Papa,” she whispered, her voice so soft and yet ringing loudly in his soul. She continued to squirm, her muscles contracting as she shuddered, and though she moaned, she didn’t attempt to pull away. Instead, his little lady was unconsciously pressing her arse up, offering her forbidden passage to his tongue.
Edward grinned, even as he reached down to remove his erection from his pants. As much as he wished to do so, he knew he could not replace his tongue with his cock. At least not yet. She would need far more training in order to learn to relax her bottom-hole and accept his cock deep inside her virgin rear passage. However, his need was great and her newly shorn little pussy would serve him well. Once his cock was free, he pulled her down the table until her bottom was hanging over the edge. He might not be able to sink into her ass, but this would be another first as he’d not yet taken her from behind. As her professor, he was more than happy to continue her lessons.
He smiled as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, silently guiding her legs further apart. His little lady might blush, might squirm and might protest, but her little cunny was dripping all over the changing table. He could easily see her clit, swollen and throbbing. Lining the head of his cock up to her entrance, he watched her pussy convulse as if anxious to draw him inside. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he drove into her. Louisa arched, her cry a mixture of a touch of pain and intense pleasure that Edward absolutely adored as he pushed deeper.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as he claimed her deeply. “Ohhh, Pa-Papa.”
Edward gripped her hips and pulled her further back onto his cock even as he drove forward.
“That’s my good girl. That’s right, open that sweet little cunny for Papa.” He watched her color deepen at the crude words, but reaching forward, his fingers found nipples that were tightly beaded. Pinching the buds had her fingers gripping harder at the edges of her changing table. And when he gave those poor sensitive little nipples a twist as he pounded into her quim, she arched her head back, her moan so deep, so drawn out and so full of need that his cock jerked inside her velvet channel, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy as he fucked her from behind. She was soon moaning and lifting her hips as his pace increased until he felt her muscles begin to tense around his cock.
Before she earned herself a spanking or worse, she hoarsely begged, “Papa… Papa… may I… ohhh, please… may I take my ple… pleasure?” She shrieked as he rammed into her again and again. Edward continued to thrust in and out of her, taking her closer and closer to the edge of that cliff. “Please… oh… please, Papa… I’m… I can’t… oh… please!” she screamed, her fingers flexing open and closed as she struggled to obey one of his very first rules. His little lady was never, ever allowed to take her pleasure without her papa’s permission. He saw the struggle on her face, felt it in every shudder, every quiver, every spasm of her muscles. Withdrawing had her sob, her need so very great. She wasn’t even aware of the fact that for every time he’d denied her, every time he’d driven her to the peak but refused to allow her to fall over, she was learning to control her body’s urges.
“Papa… Papa… Papa…” Each call of his name so eloquently spoken in every cry, every plea as her body quivered beneath his hands.
“Yes, my sweet girl. Come hard for Papa.” It wasn’t a second later before the room echoed with her screams, this time from pure pleasure. Muscles convulsed again and again as he continued to fuck her. He felt her body tightening, preparing to truly shatter. It was time to add another element to her lessons. She was learning she could only come with permission and soon she’d be able to come upon his command. “Come again, Louisa. I want to feel your pussy bathing Papa’s cock.” This time when she fell over the edge, he groaned as she contracted, tightening like a vise around his shaft. Edward grimaced and pulled her up until her back was pressed hard against his chest. His arm was a band beneath her heaving breasts, his other hand fisted in her hair, keeping her in place as he thrust up into her spasming pussy.
“Again!”
“I-I can’t!”
She wailed as he tugged her head back further so he could speak against her mouth. “You can.” His thrust lifted her up off the table. “You will.” His hand moved to twist a turgid nipple. “Obey Papa.” Another thrust and his balls threatened to burst. “Come… Now!” With a strangled scream, her body bowed despite his hold, every muscle taut until she shattered, fluid squirting from her to bathe his cock and soak the table beneath her. He roared, his vision graying as he filled her with his seed. They collapsed onto the table together, both breathing heavily. He lay over her back, his body against her bare skin as he rested from the ordeal. Edward felt as if he had emptied every ounce of himself into his wife but, as he lifted himself to pull out of her, he caught sight of her sweet, virgin little bottom-hole that still glistened from his saliva as well as from the splash of her cum combined with his that was still dripping from her pussy. His cock instantly jerked and he vowed that her anal lessons would begin soon. Despite society declaring it forbidden, Edward intended to fuck her bottom often, and the sooner she learned to open herself to him, the sooner he could teach her the pleasures of that sweet, tightly-puckered little hole.
Over an hour had passed before Edward led his freshly-shaven, freshly-fucked and freshly-diapered wife back into the library. He nodded to Mrs. Bremmer, who set aside her ever present knitting, rose and informed him that dinner would soon be served. He settled Louisa into a chair and walked to the corner where Lucille was still standing, nose to wall, dress held up and bottom presented. Though her skin wasn’t as crimson as it had been immediately after her spanking, it was still obvious she had gotten quite a hard lesson. Her buttocks were a bit swollen and a few splotches were evident. Edward knew that they were both old and fresh marks; after all, she had gotten her bottom caned, spanked, birched and paddled quite a few times in the last few days. He felt her tremble as she realized he was near, but she didn’t dare move.
He was proud of her. “That’s a good girl, Lucille. You may remove yourself from the corner and cover your naughty spanked bottom.”
Chapter 5
Lucy’s face was flaming with shame as she quickly pushed away from the wall, pulled up her drawers and adjusted her dress. Her legs and back ached from having to stand so long in one position. She saw her sister seated in a chair, the same little-girl clothing covering her small frame. Again, she was shocked at how small and youthful Louisa looked dressed as she was. She briefly wondered if there was a nappy under her dress and, seeing no sign of any type of bloomers, realizing that there quite possibly was. Lucy had no idea what to do or say. However, she quickly remembered one rule.
“I’m very sorry for eavesdropping, sir,” Lucy said, meaning every word. Within another breath, she blushed, knowing she wasn’t quite as sincere, but added, “Thank you for spanking me.”
Edward nodded his approval and said, “You’re most welcome. I’m glad you remembered your manners. Please take a seat on the settee, Lucy. I believe it is time we discuss a few additional things.”
A bit terrified of what she was about to hear, and yet finding herself eager to have this afternoon’s events explained, Lucy stepped to the settee and carefully seated herself upon it. She couldn’t look at her sister, and didn’t want to look at Edward. Instead, she turned her eyes to the designs of the rug beneath her feet.
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Lucille,” Edward said quietly as he approached the chair where Louisa sat. Lucy forced herself to look up and her mouth dropped open when Edward bent down, picked up Louisa and then sat in the chair, holding her on his lap as if she were indeed his little girl. She watched as Louisa blushed and buried her face in her husband’s shirt. Lucy’s eyes darted to Edward to see him smile. She didn’t know what to say, but saw that Louisa was no longer crying or squirming or seemingly uncomfortable. Instead, though her cheeks were flushed, her twin appeared to be quite content snuggled up on her husband’s lap, his arms wrapped possessively around her.
“Lucy, I owe you an apology,” Edward announced.
Lucy’s jaw dropped and though she tried to speak, not a single word made it out of her mouth. She thought it just as well as her guardian was evidently not finished speaking.
“Not for anything I have done mind you. Not for birching you last night, paddling you in my study this afternoon or spanking you when I caught you eavesdropping earlier. No, I owe you an apology for ever allowing you to believe that Wintercrest Manor was anything but what it truly is.”
Lucy was beyond confused. Her bottom had clenched when he mentioned the several punishments he had delivered to it. Her heart began to race and she finally acknowledged what she had witnessed earlier. Edward paused as if allowing his ward to think about his words before he continued. He absently stroked his hand down his wife’s arm as he cuddled her to his chest.
