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“Please… no… no more, please, sir,” she cried, her hands clutching at the cushion as her bottom wagged from side to side and then up and down.
Edward ignored her and continued to roast her sit-spots until they were as red as the rest of her bottom. He finally lowered the paddle and stepped back. Before him, lying over the arm of his chair, was a very well-toasted, crimson-red little rump. Edward replaced the paddle into the armoire as Lucy attempted to regain her composure.
“You may rise and go to the corner, Lucille. Keep those drawers well parted and your dress up. I want you to display that naughty red bottom correctly,” Edward said, moving back behind his desk. Lucy struggled to stand and then walked to the corner. She stepped into it and before leaning forward to press her nose against the wall, she dragged her skirt up to her waist, clamping her arms to her sides to keep her dress in place. Her hands dropped to once more pull her drawers apart, her fingers clasping and twisting in the linen to keep the halves from sliding back together.
Edward gave her one glance. “Nose against the wall then step back and bend forward a bit and push that bottom right out, Lucille. I need to see every bit of your red splotchy buttocks properly protruding from the rear of your new drawers.” He’d made sure his words accurately described the position he required as well as using the instructions to paint a visual image in her mind of how she’d look to him as well as anyone who might enter the room. Embarrassment was quite a good teacher indeed he’d found. With a sob, she obeyed, pushing her arse up a bit higher when he gave her the single word to do so. Satisfied, Edward nodded his approval. “Good girl, remain exactly as you are,” he said and turned back to the unfinished mail still waiting upon his desk.
Edward finished his business correspondence before reaching and pulling a bell cord on the wall behind him. He poured himself a glass of brandy while he waited. His eyes took in his ward as she stood in the corner. He was very pleased to see that she was now still, her cries having quieted to only the occasional sniffle. A knock sounded on the door and he called his permission to enter.
Mrs. Bremmer nodded to him and he motioned to the corner. She stepped forward and took Lucy’s upper arm. “Come, Lucille, it is time for bed,” the housekeeper said softly. “I know you must be a very tired little one.” Lucy turned from the wall and additional proof that she was learning was evident when she didn’t release her drawers or allow her skirt to drop since she had not been given permission to do so. Anna led her to his desk and reached to pick up the remaining pile of drawers that Lucy had set upon the surface more than an hour earlier.
“I’m sorry I was naughty, sir,” Lucy said softly. “Tha… thank you for paddling me.”
Edward stood, and dropping a kiss on her forehead, said, “Good night, little one. I’m sure today’s lesson will help remind you to be a good little girl. To assure you remember your new undergarments will make it quite easy to tend to your bottom should you decide to be disobedient, you’ll keep your skirts up and your bottom out until Mrs. Bremmer gives you permission to cover yourself.”
“Yes, sir.”
Edward observed her cheeks flush and watched the two women walk from his study. One was a mature, middle-aged woman dressed quite stiffly in her daily uniform, the other, a beautiful, petite young woman, her skirts lifted to her waist, her punished red bottom peeking from the parted fabric of her drawers.
Chapter 3
With Lucille even now being tucked snugly into her bed, he returned to his desk. The last pile of mail consisted of a few envelopes, heavy and sealed with wax. He smiled, thinking he was finally receiving a response to his own letter posted weeks ago. He slid his letter opener under the flap of the first envelope and broke the seal. As he pulled a thick parchment from the envelope and unfolded it, his smile broadened.
The first letter Edward read was from his childhood friend, Lord Lucas Huntington. The men had known each other for decades. If Edward had a twin, it would have been Lucas. The two had manufactured quite a bit of mischief throughout their childhood and had attended school together. Memories flooded through Edward’s mind as he recalled receiving a very hard caning which had been followed by Lucas receiving his own. The memory caused Edward to remember the scene in Thorne’s office where both his wife and his ward had bent side-by-side, bottoms bared and raised as they both went under the cane.
That day had been the beginning of a new openness at Wintercrest. No longer was his little wife allowed to live under any deception. Lucille was quickly informed that life at Wintercrest Manor ran far differently than she had believed. The secret was revealed that her twin sister, Louisa, lived her life far more like that of a coddled—yet strictly disciplined—child, rather than as a grown woman who was Edward’s wife. Lucille had been shocked, but Edward knew from her behavior that she was gradually growing accustomed to her new life. Edward pushed the thoughts of his girls away as he once more concentrated on the letter before him.
Lucas had been abroad for the past two years expanding his business interests. Edward was extremely pleased to learn that the man had recently returned to his own ancestral home, Hunter’s Ridge, and was finally ready to settle down and marry. Edward and Lucas both shared the same proclivities and Lucas had been the first name to pop into Edward’s head when he began to consider Lucille’s future. Lucas wrote to inform Edward that he would be in town soon, which suited Edward well. He knew his friend would have fully approved of the session that Edward had just conducted.
Lucas was a man who also believed in firm discipline and that red bottoms were a necessary lesson for the females in his life. Having being the eldest in a large family, he had never hesitated to discipline any of his female siblings as well as the women he had courted. Edward found himself looking forward to the man’s visit and was anxious to see his reaction to Lucille. Edward set the letter aside and picked up the next.
He was quite surprised to read its contents. The sender was not a name that had even crossed Edward’s mind. He tapped the edge of the envelope against his chin as he considered the man’s words. It seemed that his little ward had made quite the impression. Edward knew Lucille had been initially frightened upon meeting this formidable man. Edward shook his head but was still smiling. Whoever would have guessed that Pastor Reed, the leader of his community’s church, was writing to inform Edward of his interest in calling upon Lucille. Edward placed the letter next to Lucas’ and reached for another.
The final envelope did not contain a letter but held a formal invitation to the opening ball of the season. Lord and Lady Eddinberg were hosting the event, which told Edward many things. The couple had met Lucille during her celebratory dinner upon her successful graduation. They held a great deal of respect in society, both in what was considered ‘normal’ as well as the more selective one in which couples shared the lifestyle that Edward much preferred. The couple had been wed many years, serving as role models for how this particular dynamic could be fulfilling for both partners. While Lady Eddinberg was allowed to dress according to her age and station whenever she left the privacy of her husband’s estate, Edward knew that within their home, and often among their group of acquaintances, she was George’s own special little girl, often wearing dresses comparable to the ones Louisa wore daily. Attending the party would be a wonderful lesson for both his wife and his ward. He would, of course, accept the invitation and knew both his girls would both be excited about the prospect of attending their first party.
Edward sat back in his chair and rolled the heavy crystal glass between his hands to warm the brandy before taking the final sips. He was very pleased with what he had read. He was also thinking of the letter he had written to Charles Lloyds. He had instantly known that the professor was interested in Lucille as a possible wife, instead of simply as his former student. Edward still retained several doubts about Charles’ ability or even desire to tend to Lucy in the way she needed, but despite his doubts, Edward had to admit he was growing to admire and respect Charles and was willing to give him a chance. It would all depend upon the next few weeks and how Charles reacted to Edward’s suggestions.
Edward rose from his desk and extinguished the lamp. He had several things to attend to in the coming weeks. He would speak to Anna in the morning so that she could properly prepare the house for Lucas’ upcoming visit. Edward was looking forward to seeing his friend. He felt that Lucy was far more likely to consider Lloyds as a possible husband simply because she at least knew something of the man and his character, but he still felt Lucas was the most likely candidate to become Lucy’s husband. Charles had been nothing but supportive and kind while tutoring Lucille, and Edward knew that his ward was most likely under the impression that her sweet professor was incapable of dealing with naughty young girls, as he had never had a cause or the right to punish Lucy. Edward grinned, knowing that despite his ward’s innocence, he himself had witnessed Charles’ reaction to the discipline Lucy had received upon failing her practice exams. Edward knew that whatever the final outcome, the next few weeks would be educational and telling for everyone.
As Edward entered his bedchamber, his thoughts left Lucille and her possible suitors. All of his attention instantly focused on his wife sleeping peacefully, her hair spread across the white linen bedcovering like a golden halo, but he wasn’t interested in an angel… not tonight. Stripping off his clothing, Edward slid into bed beside her, pulling her to lie upon her back as he slid her nightgown up until the mounds of her breasts were exposed and her nipples immediately puckered in the cool evening air. Leaving the gown bunched above the sweet globes, he moved to straddle her legs, smiling as he gently stroked her soft flesh before sliding his hands between her thighs and drawing her legs apart inch by inch. Louisa slowly came awake as he repositioned himself between her legs, his fingers running over her mons that he’d recently shorn. Without her golden curls, every inch of her sweet little quim was visible to his eyes.
“Papa,” she whispered as she became aware of him.
“Yes, little one, it’s your papa.” Bending forward, he brushed his lips against the very top of her denuded mons before placing tiny kisses up her body, dipping the tip of his tongue into her navel and traced the undercurve of each breast before reaching her left nipple. Taking it between his lips, his tongue flicked rapidly across the turgid peak.
“Oh, Papa,” she sighed and then moaned as his teeth began to nibble on the sensitive bud. Edward loved the sound of her sleepy moan and felt his cock stiffen as it nudged the entrance to her pussy.
Edward smiled, loving every time he heard the address she was beginning to speak easily. Letting her left nipple pop from his lips, he kissed down the valley between her breasts to take her right nipple between his teeth. Louisa arched her back and moaned again, her hands beginning to pull against the restraints she always wore when in her husband’s bed. Edward slid into her easily as she had moistened the moment he lifted her gown. He rode her slow and easy, his mouth moving from breast to breast as he suckled and nibbled on her swollen nipples. Louisa moaned as he drove deeper, stretching her sex in order to allow her body to accommodate his girth, watching her back arch and her hips wiggle a bit as she was forced to accept every inch of his shaft until she was completely full of her husband’s cock.
“Such a good girl,” he said, moving to her other breast again to nip at that nipple until it was as furled as the other. “Opening her sweet little quim to take all of Papa’s cock.” He watched her face flush as it never failed to do when he spoke freely. He was not a man bound by the rules of society and was certainly not going to censure his language when it had to do with the pleasures he was teaching his little lady. Sliding a hand between their bodies, he easily found the pearl of her clit.
“Oh… oh… oh.”
He grinned at the mantra she chanted, her hips lifting a bit as she chased the sensation that she was far too shy to admit she craved. He played with her clit, his fingers easily sliding over the bud made slippery by the cream of her arousal that was flooding her pussy and escaping with every withdrawal of his cock. He continued to press in and out of her, his mouth busy feasting on her breasts, his fingers circling, pressing and flicking over her clitoris, his cock pressing deep into his little angel before slowly withdrawing.
“Papa… I-I need to… oh, I-I’m going to…” She broke off, her body tensing for a moment before a sharp nip of a tender nipple had her remembering his rules. “I-I… Papa, please, may I take my pleasure?”
“Not yet, little one,” he said, loving the look of her eyes as lust fought for control. She was learning to hold back, to force herself to wait, yet she failed often enough that he continued to push her, to teach her that with denial came increased satisfaction if she managed to stave off that urge to surrender to her need. “Not unless you want Papa to turn you over and blister your bottom. Is that what you want, little one?”
