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As much as Lucy wanted to slide down into the water and disappear, she wasn’t allowed to hide. Eleanor helped her from the tub and then instructed her to sit on a small stool. Thinking she was to have her hair combed out to dry, Lucy obeyed and then gasped when Eleanor reached over and spread her knees wide apart. Lucy immediately attempted to close her legs, but Eleanor was even quicker.
“No, little one, you will keep your legs open,” she instructed, and pressed her hands harder, forcing an even wider spread. Lucy whimpered, but Eleanor shook her head, not relenting in the slightest. “It would be a terrible thing to go to your marriage bed with a well-thrashed bottom, Lucille, but don’t think for a moment that I’ll not pull you up and redden your rear.”
Lucy whimpered again but instantly understood the threat. She watched as Eleanor removed the towel that had been covering a tray of items. She saw a mug of what looked like bits of soap, an ivory handled brush topped with tightly packed short bristles and a folded razor. Her eyes grew huge at the sight. She had often watched her father shave and had been both frightened and fascinated as he used the razor. He had warned her never to touch it, as it would cut her with its sharp blade. Her throat tightened as she watched Eleanor use the brush to quickly whip up a thick lather in the mug.
“What… what are you going to do?” Lucy whispered, though she had an uneasy idea from her position on the stool as well as the memory of feeling Lucas’ fingers tugging against her curls. “Are you…you going to shave me?” she asked, her heart hammering.
“Yes, poppet,” Eleanor said, and smiled at the woman. “Little ones do not have hair between their legs, hiding their pussies.” Her blunt words confirmed Lucy’s thought, and she swallowed hard.
“Do... does Luc... Lucas know?” she asked, and then realized it was a stupid question. Of course her husband would know!
“Yes, Lucille, this is what your papa wishes, just as he wishes you to obey me,” Eleanor reminded, and then leaned forward with the brush. “Now, I want you to be very still, though this might tickle a bit.” Eleanor applied a thick layer of shaving soap over Lucy’s pubic hair and picked up the razor. “That was a good girl,” Eleanor said, and again met Lucy's eyes. “Don't move as I don't wish to cut your sweet kitty.”
Lucy couldn’t watch. Her eyes had slammed shut, her breath barely moving her chest as she felt Eleanor’s hand press against her inner thigh. She moaned as she felt the first swipe of the razor and tensed as if waiting to feel pain. She gradually relaxed, as the shaving continued without incident. Lucy felt a wet cloth being pressed against her sex and opened her eyes to see that Eleanor had set aside the razor and was rinsing away the soap. Lucy's eyes widened as Eleanor removed the cloth. While she had never truly thought about her pubic hair, Lucy had also never once considered having it removed. She looked pink and bare, her pubic mons seeming to be far more prominent, and she could see the full lips of her sex, slightly parted.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned and then shut her eyes when she was again lathered. The darkness her closed lids provided didn’t keep Lucy from registering the sensations she felt as Eleanor made sure to remove every hair, her fingers sliding between Lucy’s vulva lips. Her eyes flew open when she was instructed to stand, turn, bend forward and place her palms flat on the small stool. The reason for the embarrassing position became clear when Lucy learned that one’s bottom cheeks could be parted and shaved as well.
She startled when Eleanor’s fingers ran once more over her sex once she’d been allowed to straighten. “Even though these little curls were just as pretty as your hair, your papa wishes nothing to cover your little honeypot and now you are nice and smooth.”
Lucy found she couldn’t speak or even look at Eleanor as she was led, still naked, to another small stool that had been placed before the large fireplace that took up most of the outer wall of the room. Lucy welcomed the heat from the flames against her chilled skin as Eleanor gently ran a brush through Lucy’s hair countless times, before the heavy mass began to dry. Lucy had sat stiffly, her back ramrod-straight at the first pull of the brush, but discovered the oil had indeed worked its magic as there were no tangles for the bristles to work through. By the time her hair was dry and laying like a golden shawl over her shoulders to cover her breasts and down her back to touch the beginning swells of her small bottom, she was limp and totally relaxed. She almost regretted having to stand when Eleanor helped her up.
Lucy saw a white garment on the bed and watched as Eleanor lifted it. Lucy blushed, the nightgown like nothing she had seen before. It appeared to be almost translucent, and as it was pulled over her body, she felt her nipples harden and her sex begin to pulse as the fabric slipped across her skin. Eleanor turned the girl to face her.
“You are indeed a beautiful young woman, Lucille,” Eleanor said, softly. “Lucas is a lucky man.” Seating herself in one of the large armchairs, she guided Lucy to sit on the floor at her feet.
“I know that what I am about to discuss should come from your mother, little one,” Eleanor said, and Lucy felt her eyes well as she’d had to push aside deep yearning for both of her parents from the moment she’d made her choice at the ball.
Eleanor reached out and gently stroked a finger down Lucy’s cheek. “I am sorry for your loss, Lucy. If there is ever a time a young woman needs her mother’s advice, her wedding night is that time. I am honored to be able to help you in your mother’s absence.” Lucy nodded, even though she wished with all her heart that her mother were seated before her. Eleanor gave her another few moments.
“Don’t be frightened, Lucille,” she said, softly. “I know you are an innocent, but since you did attend school with other girls, I know young ladies will talk and whisper what they assume happens when a man mates with a woman. Have you heard this sort of talk?”
Lucy was stunned at the bluntness of the question and couldn’t speak.
Eleanor shook her head, “Don’t be shy, little one. I am not trying to embarrass you but to prepare you for when you are taken for the first time. All little ones have questions before they are bedded for the first time. Tell me now, what do you know? Or is it that your sister has spoken about things she has been instructed to keep silent about?” Her question caused Lucy to gasp. Eleanor remained quiet, allowing the young woman to gather her thoughts. Her patience was finally rewarded when Lucy’s soft voice broke the silence of the room.
“Louisa has not spoken to me,” Lucy said, and her embarrassment at the admission of her total ignorance was obvious. “At school, we… I only heard that… that it hurts. Will... will it be very painful?”
“Painful? No, but it will hurt,” Eleanor admitted but was quick to add, “but, little one, it will only hurt the first time your husband enters you.”
Lucy couldn’t help but tremble as she remembered the feel of Lucas’ sex beneath her hand when he had placed it on his shaft.
Eleanor reached down and stroked Lucy’s cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Men, especially men like your husband, will demand your submission when you are taken, Lucille. You are a lucky little girl,” she said, with a smile. “Though you must always offer yourself to your husband whenever he so desires, I know Lucas will take the time to be gentle as he teaches you how to please him.”
Lucy felt her face growing hot and if she had any doubts that she was blushing, Eleanor dissuaded her of the notion.
“You are so very sweet, and your blush speaks of your innocence,” the older woman said, with a smile. “Lucy, you do know what a cock is, don’t you?”
This time it was her entire body that heated as Lucy dropped her eyes to look at her hands twisting in her lap. The room remained silent except for the occasional popping of a log as it burned in the fireplace. Eleanor simply waited quietly, and Lucy finally nodded.
“I-I know,” she whispered. “Lucas had me touch...” she paused, her embarrassment acute. “But I-I never… never have…” she quieted, unable to continue.
“Of course you haven’t, my girl,” Eleanor said, with a smile. “You are a virginal, innocent bride, exactly as you should be. Don’t be frightened, Lucille. Making love can be a wondrous thing. You are a special type of woman. We both know just how soaked you get between your legs when you are touched.” Lucy’s whimper was ignored. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. It is a unique gift that only those women who are natural submissives and truly able to feel such intense passion possess. Trust in Lucas, Lucille. Trust him to teach you the endless ways to find pleasures he will provide you, and in turn, teach you to provide him.”
Eleanor paused again, as if wanting to assure she gave Lucy the time to truly process her words. “This life is not an easy one,” Eleanor admitted, and reached down to cup Lucy’s chin to force her eyes to meet hers. “It won’t be easy. You will be often spanked, paddled, whipped and even caned. You will be subjected to even more embarrassing things than the enema you received today. You will often feel ashamed, but Lucy, you will learn to obey. Lucas will be your husband, as well as your papa. He will demand both complete obedience and total submission. He will take you to the depths of despair as he punishes your body when you disobey him.” Eleanor paused, as Lucy listened to words she hadn’t wanted to even consider.
“You will beg him to be merciful, make promises you can’t possibly be expected to keep in an effort to have him stop reddening your bottom, your legs or anywhere he decides to punish.”
