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As Lucy tried not to grimace while the bristles of her hairbrush were worked to remove the tangles from her hair, in the room above her head, Louisa lay quietly on her changing table. Edward had positioned her on her stomach, and she shivered when he patted her bottom as he knew it was still very tender. He’d chosen to punish his little one with a rigid leather paddle that had dozens of small holes drilled through it. Each stroke of the leather had left raised echoes of the holes all across the surface of her rump. Even a light brush of his fingertips across a few of the raised marks earned him a shudder, though it was a silent one. Moving to a spot situated in the extremely sensitive area beneath the gentle curve of her right buttock, he traced around the rim of the circle. It was a shame that it had taken a blistering for his little lady to remember her lessons, but he was of the mind that she’d remember to hold her tongue… at least for a little while. Dipping his finger into the jar of salve, he began to apply the soothing gel to the same spot when the sound of a timid knock had him turning his head.
“Come,” he said. The door slowly opened, and Molly stepped into the nursery. Her eyes flew to the table and then away as if to offer the manor’s mistress a bit of privacy.
“I'm sorry to bother you, my lord,” Molly said quietly. “I-I forgot some things for Mrs. Bremmer.” Edward nodded and wiped his fingers free of the salve before pulling a key from his pocket. Molly walked forward to accept it, her cheeks flushing a bit at the unavoidable sight of the evidence of Louisa’s punishment. Edward watched as she knelt to take a few things from the shelf beneath the table. He nodded as he again dipped his fingers into the jar of salve before moving to his wife's bottom.
“That's fine, Molly,” he said. “Take whatever you need, though it appears that Lord Huntington will need to make some purchases of his own.”
“Um… yes, my lord,” Molly managed though he hadn’t expected a response. The maid walked to the large cabinet that looked far different than the one in Edward’s study yet held the same variety of implements. She unlocked the doors, her eyes widening at the large array displayed before her. Quickly finding what she needed on the bottom shelf, she took the items and then gave him a glance.
“You may just leave the key in the door,” he instructed.
“Thank you, sir,” she said gratefully before practically running from the room.
Edward chuckled, knowing that her quick flight was more likely due to Anna being perturbed by the girl’s forgetfulness than for any embarrassment over the condition of Louisa’s bottom or the items filling the shelves of her punishment cabinet. After all, Molly had been in his employ for several months and her role as Lucy’s lady’s maid involved far more than simply helping with his ward’s wardrobe. Displacing Lucy from his mind, he returned his attention to his own little one. He finished applying the salve and gave her bottom a final pat before turning her onto her back. Her face was red with embarrassment that he knew was a result of the interruption. He lifted Louisa’s legs to slide a nappy under her now-slick bottom. She squirmed a bit as he laid her down onto the fluffy fabric and slid his fingers over her sex. He grinned as she moaned when his fingers slid into her quim only the tiniest bit. Her eyes immediately found his, as he required, her own shining with her need for release. He began to slide his fingers slowly in and out of her, watching as her skin broke into goosebumps and she began to quiver.
As he played with her, he remembered how she had looked, bent over the foot of their bed, her bottom twisting and churning as he repeatedly applied the stiff leather to her tender skin. She had bounced on her toes, her fingers tearing at the bedcovers as she screeched her apologies and begged for him to stop. Edward had ignored her pleas, showing no mercy until the blisters he had promised her began to appear on her scarlet rear. She had barely been able to compose herself before she was sobbing again when her hot, punished bottom was pressed against her heels as she was placed between his legs.
He had heard her small whimper of discomfort as she released his shaft from his trousers, her contrite whisper as she asked permission to perform her duty. He had watched as her mouth opened to take him inside, her blonde head bobbing up and down as she made a proper penance. Her small tongue licked up and down his shaft, her lips tightening around the thick mushroom head of his cock as she suckled, and her eyes welled with tears as the fingers fisted into her mane pulled her down, silently instructing her to take more of him down the narrow column of her throat. Every swallow she managed to make constricted his dick that much more as she used her mouth to draw him to his culmination. After spilling his seed into her mouth, he had briefly wondered if Lucas had already pressed Lucy to her own knees to teach her what she would always be required to do after her bottom had been paddled. The girls would always be required to submit to this act, to take their husband’s cocks into their mouths and to accept their tribute as penance for their transgressions. As the more experienced married man, he was willing to testify that the atonement Louisa made was not only extremely pleasant for him, it had proven to be a very effective lesson in submission for his little lady.
While they would pay the proper penance after a paddling, bringing their husbands to their own pleasure, he knew Louisa would never be sure she would be allowed her own culmination. He felt his fingers, slick with her arousal, her small chest heaving as she was brought close to the brink. He slowly withdrew his fingers and gave her straining clitoris a small pinch.
“Oh, yes. Yes, Papa, please,” she gasped as her back arched, her hips gyrating, golden hair tossing on her pillow as her body began to spiral up to a great height.
Edward smiled as he withdrew his hand and picking up a cloth, deliberately wiped each individual finger very slowly to erase the evidence of her arousal. “Poor little girl,” Edward said, as Louisa moaned, her quiver turning into a full body shudder as he left her throbbing at his denial. Bending forward, he placed a quick kiss on a turgid nipple and then gave a gentle nip to the other before placing a kiss on her lips.
“Naughty little girls don’t get pleasured,” he said as he pulled the nappy closed, fastening the thick swaddling with pins. “I suggest you let this blistered bottom and aching little pussy remind you of that fact.”
“Yes, Papa,” she whispered.
Her flushed face had Edward grin at her embarrassment over her wanton display. No matter how much she tried to maintain her composure, Louisa was unable to mask her passion. Every touch of his fingers, his lips, his cock had her body yearning for more, her need seeming to grow as he denied her release. Edward pulled a nightgown over her head and then settled his little one in her crib.
As Edward placed her pacifier in her mouth and buckled it behind her head, he spoke firmly. “I know you believe I wasn’t aware that you continued to speak after I warned you of the consequence for doing so,” he said and saw her eyes widen in acknowledgement. “While I always expect an answer from you and appreciate your apology, you disobeyed my instruction to remain silent. You shall not have your pacifier removed for the rest of the day, except to eat.”
Though she slowly nodded, the mournful mewl she made around the rubber bulb told of her acknowledgement of the embarrassment she would feel as she spent the rest of the day sucking on a pacifier that so completely filled her mouth that she was rendered unable to speak.
Edward laid her onto her back and placed her restraints on her wrists, as well as her ankles assuring she’d spend the next few hours trying to sleep despite the burning in her bottom, only rivaled by the burning between her legs.
“Sleep well, little one,” Edward said, and bent to kiss her cheek before tucking her doll in beside her. “I love you, little lady,” he said and then ran a hand across her body. “Perhaps if I feel you are obedient and accept your lesson of silence, I shall allow you to scream with your pleasure tonight.” He adored the flush that suffused her cheeks and left her to think about her own need to remember to behave.
Chapter 11
Molly ran into Lucy’s room and dashed to the bed, spreading something across the quilt. Lucy watched, trying not to wiggle while Mrs. Bremmer finished braiding her hair after brushing every tangle from the mass of curls. As Molly moved away from the bed, Lucy saw a large rounded pillow had been placed in the center of what appeared to be some type of red mat.
“What… what’s that?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she actually desired an answer.
Anna stood and took her hand. “That, young lady, is a rubber sheet and a punishment pillow,” Anna informed her firmly. “You will lie over the pillow on your tummy so that I can tend to your bottom.”
Lucy shook her head, unable to believe she’d heard correctly even as she felt herself being helped up onto the bed’s surface.
“But… I-I don't understand,” she finally managed to squeak out. “I thought you were going to bathe me.” Finally wrenching her eyes away from the sight, she looked over at the servant. “Why is there a rubber mat?”
“Lucille, you aren't a stupid girl,” Anna said, her gray head shaking in disapproval. “You are to be cleansed, Lucille, not bathed. The mat assures that your linens will not be soiled during your session.” Reaching out, the servant patted the pillow. “No more questions. Right over now.”
Lucy was still confused but felt immediate shame flood her as Mrs. Bremmer guided her into place and Lucy realized that both the firmness of the large pillow as well as its height would force her bottom to stick up high into the air. She whimpered as her shoulders were pushed down until her torso lay flat on the rubber surface. The instant pebbling of her nipples as they came into contact with the chill of the rubber sheet reminded her that she was totally nude. Lucy attempted to rise, only to feel the housekeeper’s hand on her back.
“Lie still, Lucille,” Anna said as she moved the small woman forward another inch or so in order that her bottom was properly positioned. “You did not learn to curb your tongue when you first had it soaped and were warned at that time that this would be the next step in attempting to teach you not to curse. If soaping your mouth is not enough to cleanse you of filth, I am sure that a hot and soapy enema shall do the trick.”
Lucy’s eyes flew wide as she again attempted to rise, the words finally making the promised cleansing clear. “No! Oh, please… please, Mrs. Bremmer…” she began to beg only to have her bottom slapped hard.
