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“Shhh, shhh, kitten,” Lucas said softly, his head resting on top of hers. She continued to sob, but didn’t seem to have either the strength or the will to struggle as he scooped her into his arms. He walked to the wide window seat and sat, adjusting her on his lap, one arm holding her against his chest, his hand cupping her bottom while the other began to stroke her arm. He allowed her to cry herself out, knowing she was exhausted both physically as well as emotionally. The day had held so much and yet was barely half done. She had awakened a newly betrothed young woman and was now sitting nude on the lap of her husband, her bottom both paddled and cleansed, a nappy waiting on her bed. He understood her mind was overwhelmed with all these events but also knew he would not hesitate to continue her lessons. Several minutes passed before he felt her begin to calm. He waited until he heard only the occasional sniffle.
“Kitten, you will always be diapered when you nap. The rubber mat is only for today in case you have yet to expel all of your enema,” he said, and heard her moan. She squirmed against him, her flushed face signifying her shame intense at hearing him speak of such an intimate thing. He didn’t allow her to hide.
“You earned your punishment enema, Lucille, and if you choose to forget you are a lady again and curse, your bottom will hold another. Do you understand me, kitten?” She buried her face in his chest, but he still felt a small nod. “Sweetheart, remember, you are required to answer me verbally,” he said. “I don't want to have to read your mind or guess at your answer. Tell me, do you understand that punishment enemas will be used regularly if I decide they are needed?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
He could feel the muscles in her bottom clenching and her face flaming redder when she realized his hand was cupping her naked arse.
“Good girl,” he said and brushed a kiss against the top of her head. “You will have your own nursery at Hunter’s Ridge,” he continued. Her blue eyes grew impossibly wide as he added, “You will nap in your own crib and wear a nappy.”
Her lower lip trembled and he watched as she drew it between her teeth. He wondered if she was truly ignorant of the fact that her own twin had a nursery at the top of the stairs or that she was diapered every day before being tucked into her crib. He was surprised but that didn’t keep him from continuing to inform his little one what she could expect.
Adjusting her slightly on his lap he used his fingers to cup her chin to assure her eyes remained on his. “You will not only be diapered, you’ll also use your nappy, young lady. If you are naughty and disobey me in this, you will wear nothing but a nappy until you learn to obey your papa. Is that absolutely clear?”
Lucy didn’t answer immediately, her feelings swirling in the depths of her eyes before she slowly nodded. When he quirked his eyebrow, she remembered his earlier words.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Lucas nodded and bent to brush his lips across hers. He instantly felt her body respond, as her nipples puckered tightly. Deepening the kiss, Lucas dropped his hand to the juncture of her thighs, her soft moan instantly causing his cock to thicken beneath her bottom. Sweeping the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth, he pressed harder both against her mouth and between her legs, forcing both to open and allow him entrance. As his tongue explored her mouth, his fingers delved into the warmth and quite damp slice of paradise between her thighs. Lucy’s arms lifted to wrap around his neck, her body turning to press stiffened nipples against his shirt, her whimper of need threatening to unman him. Pulling his hand free and releasing her mouth, Lucas stood, though his legs felt a bit unsteady from his arousal. He knew he had every right to take her immediately, to claim her as his own. However, he wished to make her his in a proper marriage bed, one without a rubber sheet and a nappy ready for her use. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down on the mat. She shuddered at the chill of the rubber and closed her eyes when she saw him reach for the nappy.
“Lift up your bottom for Papa, kitten,” Lucas instructed, and she slowly obeyed. He slipped the nappy beneath her. “Good girl, now spread your legs for me,” he said and watched as her legs shifted slightly apart. He smiled and used his own hands to push them further apart until she was spread beneath him. His breath again caught at the sight of her blonde curls, noticing the ones over her swollen little cunny were darker, damp with her arousal. He ran a finger over her mons and parting her pussy lips, slipped the tip just inside her. Lucy moaned, her eyes opening to find him looking directly into her own. “Not all your lessons will be about punishment. I will also teach you much pleasure, kitten,” he said as his finger dipped in and out of her just the tiniest bit.
Her breath caught as her breasts heaved, her nipples so tight he knew they must feel as if they were going to burst. “There is so much for you to learn, my love.”
“Now, Papa?” she asked, her cheeks blooming a beautiful hue of rose at the question, though her eyes shone with a need he knew she didn’t yet comprehend.
“No, little one,” he said, removing his finger. “Now it’s naptime.” Pulling the nappy up to cover the honey he so wished to taste, he pinned it securely into place. He pulled her to a sitting position in order to draw a short nightgown over her head. Once dressed, he guided her to lie back and pulled the covers up over her small body. She was trembling, but Lucas knew she wasn’t cold. Her body instinctively knew what it wanted though her mind was still as innocent as a babe’s.
Lucas bent to kiss her again, though only brushing her lips lightly with his. “Sleep well, kitten,” he said, his voice husky with his own need. She nodded, turning on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she looked at him. He picked up her doll from the shelf and held it out to her. She blushed but reached out and accepted it. He watched as she tucked the doll into her arms.
“I love you, kitten,” he said as he bent down to press his lips to her forehead. He stood to leave and then froze as she began to sob. Startled, he knelt at the side of the bed, his hand reaching to cup her cheek.
“Lucy, shhh, what is it? Why are you crying?” he asked, totally unprepared for the sounds of her obvious distress. She continued to sob even as he realized she was also attempting to speak.
“How… how… why...” she stuttered, her words interrupted by wracking sobs. Lucas stood, pulling back the covers and once more scooping her into his arms. He lifted her and then settled himself on the bed, cradling her on his lap once more. She clung to him, her face buried against his neck as her body shuddered with her tears.
“Lucy, honey, shhh, you are safe. I have you, you have nothing to fear,” he said, softly stroking her arm, her back, her cheek in an effort to calm her.
“How can you lo-love me when… when I’m so-so bad?” she finally managed to say.
Lucas was dumbfounded at the question. Didn’t she know she fulfilled him in all ways? How could she not realize he loved her with every fiber of his being?
“You will never be bad, little one,” Lucas said, one hand lifting to tuck a golden curl over her shoulder before his palm cupped her cheek. “You will make mistakes, you will take the wrong path sometimes, you will push against boundaries and question rules. As you did this morning, you will test me until you learn that you can always trust me to do exactly as I’ve said. But, kitten, your heart is too kind, your soul too pure to ever be bad.” He smiled and stroked a fingertip down the length of her arm, watching her flesh pebble in response to his touch. “You are my good girl, and I will always love you.” He was surprised when she began to cry even harder.
“But you-you had to sp… spank me, and-and…” she attempted, gulping as she tried to breathe, talk and sob at the same time.
Lucas shushed her again, his hand never stopping its gentle stroking of her trembling body. “Lucy,” he said softly. “Little one, I will always love you even if I have to spank you every single day. I spanked you because I love you. You were given a cleansing because I don't wish the one I love to speak like a sailor.” She shook her head against his neck, and he sighed. He didn’t speak again until finally she began to calm. When he realized she was no longer gasping for breath, he shifted slightly so that he could look down into her face. She looked so pitiful, so sorrowful and so very, very sad.
“Oh, kitten,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. “I promise I have loved you from the moment I saw you, and I promise I will love you for the rest of my life. Why would you think I couldn’t or wouldn’t love you?”
She shook her head again but Lucas patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts. After a few moments, she began to speak. “I was naughty from the moment I saw you today,” she said. “I-I didn't want to wear that dress. I wondered if you… if you would… if I could—” she hesitated, and he quickly stepped into the gap.
“Sweetheart, we have already discussed this. Yes, you were naughty, and yes, I had to give you a paddling. But, kitten, I told you that you have been forgiven. Tell me, when Edward had to punish you, did you think he no longer loved you?”
She blushed but shook her head slowly. “No. I know he loves me,” she admitted though he could barely hear her words.
He smiled and again kissed her forehead. “Kitten, I promise I love you even more than your guardian does. Just because you give me cause to punish you, you will never have cause to doubt my love for you,” he said. She dropped her gaze but not before he saw the confusion in her eyes, as well as the flush that colored her cheeks.
