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Edward understood she didn’t mean the one they were currently occupying. “Your nursery, isn’t that what you mean?” he corrected.
Louisa nodded against his chest. “Yes, sir,” she agreed. “I didn’t mean to. She asked if I was happy and I told her that I was. I-I told her that at first I wasn’t, especially about my nursery.”
Edward was silent for several minutes well aware that his little one was holding her breath as if trying to determine his feelings. He smiled and bent to kiss the top of her head to reassure her he wasn’t angry. In fact, he was quite pleased she’d seen fit to make the confession to him.
“What did Lucille say?” he asked.
Louisa smiled. “She asked if it was pretty.”
Edward was surprised. He would have expected that Lucille would be upset and even angry that her twin had a room not only designated as a nursery but an actual nursery where Louisa slept every single day. His ward’s response told him that she was accepting her sister’s life. He gently moved his wife from his chest only to sit her up and then pull her nightgown up and over her head. Louisa shivered as he tossed her gown to the floor.
“I know it was naughty, Papa,” Louisa said, her fingers twisting in her lap, her eyes searching his.
Edward settled himself against the headboard and reached out to tuck a curl behind her ear. “It seems to me that you’re trying to tell me something more, Louisa. Tell me, little one, do you need a spanking to be able to forgive yourself?”
Louisa flushed at the question, but her head nodded. Edward was willing to bet he wasn’t the only one a bit surprised at her answer. He patted his lap and with another blush, watched as his wife crawled forward to lay herself over his thighs.
“Papa,” she said quietly. “May… may I have my spanking?”
Edward had not intended to spank her. He understood she had made an honest error. However, she was his little one. She felt guilty and he knew that she was a true submissive and would not truly accept his forgiveness without first having her bottom warmed. He lifted his hand from where it had been resting on her beautiful little bottom and gave his wife what she needed. Louisa was soon sobbing as he lit a fire in her backside. Despite his original intent not to spank her, when she was across his lap, no matter that she’d willingly put herself there, he’d punish her. She was not to be released until he felt that she was a well-spanked little girl. When her bottom turned from pink to a bright red, Edward stopped and lifted her up and off the bed.
“Go to your naughty corner, Louisa,” he said. She nodded and ran naked to place herself against the wall. Edward smiled at her quick obedience and enjoyed the sight of her red bottom in the soft light of the room. After only a few minutes, he called her to him. Louisa turned, her face showing her surprise at his leniency but quickly ran to the bed where he lifted her and put her back over his knees. She dared not speak, but waited for her husband to guide her. He rubbed his palm over her hot bare bottom. Edward knew what his wife expected, but he did the opposite.
“I forgive you, little lady,” he said. “I told you that your secrets would be no more. I suppose I should have expected this. Has she seen your nursery for herself?”
“No, Papa,” she said. “I didn’t know if you would be upset with me. I did tell her about our dolls. Is that okay?” she asked, her voice quivering just a bit as a result of her spanking and nervousness about the possibility of another. Edward smiled, knowing his little wife slept with her doll in her crib every afternoon. His hand continued to stroke her bottom and he chuckled.
“Well, since I’ve already spanked your little bottom, I suppose that’s fine. Perhaps you should give Lucy her doll. Do you think she would like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Papa, thank you,” Louisa said as another smile appeared. “I know she loved Nellie when we were little.”
“You, my girl, are still little,” he reminded her. She flushed but nodded, giving him a smile that had his heart skip a beat.
“I know, Papa. I’ll always be little to you.”
“That’s right, as long as you live, even if we have our own little ones one day. You may have to grow up for our children, but Louisa, in this room you will always and forever be my special little lady. You will always go across my lap and be spanked when you are naughty,” Edward said, and Louisa nodded, accepting the truth of his words. After another few minutes, Edward continued, “I know that sisters tend to tell each other almost everything, Louisa.” He moved his hand to press against her inner thigh. She shuddered but obediently opened her legs for him. Her bottom still burned, but Edward knew that wasn’t the only place his little one felt a throbbing heat. With another gentle press, he forced her to she spread herself even more.
“However, little one,” he said as he moved his hand from her thigh to cup her sex. He found it already slick and getting even slicker and he smiled. “Some things are not to be shared. This, for example,” he said, as he roughly pushed two fingers deep into her body. Louisa moaned and he felt another gush of moisture flood her pussy as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her. Her little bottom was soon rocking back as if to meet and accept his fingers as deeply inside her body as possible. Edward smiled softly. “Or this,” he said, his voice very low as he removed his fingers from her and used them to rub circles around her clit. It swelled under his attention until she was panting over his lap, her small hands clasping at the sheets beneath her. “Or this.” He continued his demonstration by patting her hot bottom and saying, “Spread yourself open for Papa.”
Though her face immediately turned pink, she moved her hands behind her and grasped the punished globes of her bottom and pulled them apart. “Wider, Louisa, you know how to offer me your bottom-hole properly,” Edward said, and watched as she instantly obeyed him. Satisfied, he placed one hand over one of her own and brought his other hand to her offered bottom. Louisa held her breath when he began to press a fingertip against her bottom-hole. She gasped loudly, but didn’t shriek or protest—or even attempt to pull away—as he penetrated her small opening with first one finger, but then soon adding a second, into her bottom. She was a very good little student in his school of life. He scissored his fingers, watching as her small opening was forced to stretch. Each time he played with her bottom, it was with the purpose of moving one step closer to being able to claim her most intimate opening with his cock. He remained silent for several minutes, continuing to stretch her, to drive his fingers deep.
“These are private things, Louisa. You will not speak of what happens in a marriage bed. Lucille is an innocent and shall remain that way until she weds. It is not your place, nor, little lady, is it even mine, to speak of such things. Just as you did, your sister will train at her husband’s feet. He is the only one to speak of these things. It is his right and his alone to train Lucy in the ways that will bring them the most pleasure. To rob him of that privilege is to rob your sister of the joy in learning the passions waiting for her to experience. Do you understand me?”
“Ye… yes, Pa… Papa,” she managed to moan as he continue to work her body. “I promise never to share anything… anything like… like this.”
Edward nodded and then removed his fingers rather roughly, causing her to give her first small cry of discomfort. Edward lifted her from his lap and sat her down beside him.
“I do not mind that your sister knows you suckle a bottle when given one,” he said, and reached out to take one of her hands, placing it around his erection. He saw her face flush as she quickly understood his intentions. He nodded and then placed his hand on the back of her head and gently guided her down to his lap. She obediently opened her lips and took him inside her mouth and began to suckle. “Until she is wed, and understands the ways of men, I will not have her discover you suckle my cock as penance when I’ve had cause to spank or paddle your bottom, Louisa,” he said, and watched as her cheeks flushed. He knew she found the act of taking his cock in her mouth as very wicked and though he was sure she’d not be running to admit to such an act, he wanted to make absolutely sure she remained silent about the things she did in their marriage bed or when kneeling between his legs.
Edward allowed her to continue for several long moments, enjoying every lick of her tongue against the head of his cock or draw of her cheeks as she suckled hard. Finally, he pulled her from his shaft and pushed her onto her back. He draped her legs over his shoulders. Louisa’s eyes showed surprise as he positioned himself. He had never before interrupted her penance without first reaching his culmination. Edward bent to suckle at her breasts. She arched up to meet his mouth, her nipples hard and tight with her arousal. Edward lifted his mouth from her breasts. “Or this,” he said, before ramming hard into her. She moaned, arched her back and reached behind her for the rails. Edward smiled as her hands grasped the bed, her hips moving to match his rhythm.
“This, Louisa”—he thrust forward hard, his balls slapping against her sex—“this is only shared between a man and his wife, a Papa and his special little one,” Edward said. “Men have different desires, little lady, and it is only her husband that Lucille will need to learn to please. She is not to go into any marriage with knowledge that might cause her to question her husband’s directions. Just as you are learning to serve me as I desire, your sister will one day service her own husband.”
“Yes… yes, Papa,” she gasped, taking in his words, her body tightening as he took her hard and fast.
Edward knew she was incredibly close to her culmination as he withdrew, lifted her ass higher and rammed into her again.
“Her husband will teach her that she is capable of incredible pleasure, Louisa,” Edward said, pushing deep within her, placing his fingers on her erect clitoris and pinching it hard. She moaned deeply, her hips rising and thrusting against his fingers. “Only her husband will allow her to learn the difference between a burning bottom from his hand, or the burning between her legs when he pleasures her with that same hand.” Louisa was moaning as he kept her on the razor’s edge of completion with his words and fingers meant to fill her mind with erotic pictures.
