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“Where?” Lucy whispered as she felt her bottom clench.
“Several places,” Eleanor said. “You might find your breasts spanked, or perhaps be instructed to present your nipples to be paddled with a small paddle or whip. Your pussy is another place that can provide a very effective incentive for better behavior. I know you’ve had your bottom spanked, but you might be ordered to hold your cheeks open to accept a spanking between them or to have your bottom-hole smacked.”
Lucy had begun shaking her head the moment her breasts had been mentioned. She had never once contemplated being punished anywhere except on her bottom or the backs of her tender thighs. But despite the shock of hearing such horrid possibilities, her nipples had tightened and she had to pray that the moisture Eleanor had mentioned finding between Lucy’s legs wouldn’t be evident when she stood as she feared some seemed to be leaking down her thigh. Realizing that she was squirming and Eleanor was smiling, Lucy stilled, knowing the teacher most likely knew exactly what sorts of reactions Lucy was having… both at her words and in her body.
“It would be you papa’s decision on which area he wishes to direct his discipline, just as it is his decision on which implements he will choose to administer that punishment,” Eleanor continued. “But, little one, know this. He will also take you to heights of pleasure you can't imagine,” Eleanor said, with a knowing smile. “In fact, while you will certainly beg him often to cease spanking you, I can promise you will do the opposite and be pleading with himnotto stop as he teaches you to allow yourself to let go of your inhibitions as you accept the gifts he offers. You will plead for mercy as he forces you to experience sensations that will often consume your very soul. True love is very rare, Lucy. Few men and women are lucky enough to find that one person who allows them to completely and utterly surrender to each other. I believe that you and Lucas are among those few. Do not fear your husband, Lucy. Do not ever question his love for you, as it will be proven every day for the rest of your life, regardless if it is given with a strap or with his possession of your body. Learn to give yourself completely to him, and, my dearest little one, you will find complete happiness in your surrender.”
Lucy couldn’t speak. She heard each word Eleanor uttered and felt the truth in the syllables as her heart and soul drank them in. She remembered the vows she had sworn just that morning, promises that were echoed by Eleanor’s words. Speaking of such intimate things in the privacy of her husband’s bedchamber seemed to add weight to the words spoken. Lucy remembered her promises to submit and obey in all things, and a shiver of expectation flowed through her. Despite Eleanor’s words, she also couldn’t suppress a bit of fear from sweeping over her from head to toe. She laid her head against Eleanor’s thigh and felt the woman stroking her hair. Lucy didn’t know if she could follow Eleanor’s advice and was both frightened and fascinated with what she had heard. Her fingers went to cup the charm about her neck as she remembered the inscription Lucas had read to her. All she knew for sure was that she would give her all to Lucas because she loved him with every ounce of her being.
Lucy wasn’t aware that the door opened or noticed that Eleanor’s head had turned to see Lucas entering the room. He stood for a moment, the sight before the fire taking his very breath away. Eleanor’s hand continued to stroke down Lucy’s golden hair, her eyes returning to Lucy.
“Little one, your papa is here,” she whispered to the kneeling girl. Lucy’s eyes lifted and met those of her husband. Her smile was hesitant but just the sight of him eased the tension in her chest. When Eleanor stood and reached down to draw her to her feet, Lucy stood, her body trembling, her hands shaking, her eyes never dropping from her husband’s as he stood silently watching her from across the room. Eleanor bent and placed a kiss on Lucy’s cheek. “Remember,” she whispered and said another word that caused Lucy’s heart to pound.
Submit.
Chapter 14
Lucy remained frozen, the room silent as if the occupants feared any sound would break the spell of expectation that seemed to hold them in place. Lucas was attempting to control the urge to simply throw Lucy down where she stood and stake the ultimate claim upon her. His cock had instantly begun to strain against the confines of his pants the moment he’d walked into the room. Dropping his eyes, he saw her hands lift from her sides to move to cover herself and he heard a growl that took him a moment to realize it had come from his throat.
“Don’t.”
Her hands seemed to hover in the air as if uncertain of their proper place. “Put your arms down, kitten,” Lucas said as he kept his eyes on her. “You will not cover yourself from me. You belong to me now, and I wish to drink my fill of your beauty.” His words were kind, but firm and Lucy arms dropped to her sides, her chest heaving as if she had to struggle to remember how to breathe. Lucas could see how her breasts rose and fell, the pebbled peaks of her nipples pressing against the gossamer fabric of her gown. Lucas’ gaze drifted from the tantalizing sight of Lucy’s breasts to travel down her slim body whose outline was clearly defined by the firelight illuminating it through the practically transparent gown. His heart almost stopped when he saw the apex of her thighs, the mound of her sex in slight shadow. He almost ordered her to lift her gown, to show him what he had instructed Eleanor to prepare. He heard a small whimper and understood that Lucy was aware of his perusal, where his eyes were now focusing, and knew she felt uneasy.
“Turn around for me,” he said. Lucas drew off his coat, tossing it to a nearby chair and then realized she had yet to move. “Turn to the fire, Lucy,” he repeated. “I wish to see all of my bride.” Lucy blushed suddenly, as shy as if she were stark naked, instead of gowned. His voice was low and husky, yet he spoke with absolute authority. “Obey me,” he said. “Show me your round little bottom.” The bluntness of his order caused her to flush. She slowly turned to the fire, her posterior now outlined, its heart-shaped hillocks barely concealed, the gown’s hem brushing against the undercurve of her buttocks. Lucas moved across the floor, his footsteps silent, causing Lucy to gasp when he spoke from only a few inches away.
“You are truly the most beautiful bride in the world, Lucy,” Lucas said as he continued to look down at her. He’d known she was beautiful but when she lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him, the yearning, the need he saw radiating from the depths of her eyes, the violet hues shifting in the firelight like amethyst crystals took his breath away. The slight quiver of her body told of a vulnerability and a trust that made him aware that this was the one woman on earth who held his very soul in the palm of her hand. “I am so very honored that you are mine, little one,” he said. When she began to turn toward him, he slipped his arms around her and stepped closer, her back pressed to his front. He breathed in the sweet scent of her hair before moving the mass aside to bare her neck. Bending forward, he placed his mouth by her ear, loving the shudder she gave when his breath wafted across the delicate pink shell. “And I’m so incredibly proud to say that I am yours.”
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She gasped,when his hands moved to cup her breasts and whimpered when he used his thumbs to brush across her nipples, the sheer gown providing no true barrier. Her legs began to tremble as she moaned, arching her back at the sensation, unconsciously pressing her breasts into his palms. Lucas’ breath wafting over her ear had goosebumps raising all over her flesh, but when the tip of his tongue traced around the curve before his teeth took a nibble of her earlobe, she felt as if she would truly melt into a puddle at his feet. Lucy’s face burned when she felt him press his hips forward, his hard body pressing into her soft one. She understood she was feeling his cock as it pressed against the small of her back. Her stomach flipped, and she felt a rush of moisture gathering between her legs. She began to shift her legs closer together but was stilled immediately when he dropped one hand and placed in on her lower abdomen.
“No,” he whispered, kissing her neck again. “You will always remain open for me, little one. You will never attempt to close your legs to hide what is mine.”
She burned hotter, both with embarrassment as well as with an internal heat that was rolling through her body. She felt the hand move a bit lower and gasped when his palm pressed against the freshly shorn mound of her pubis. Her breath hitched when a long finger moved to gently run through the center of her sex.
“Beautiful,” he said and Lucy gave a small mewl, her face flaming even hotter. She was mortified, when she realized that he was speaking about the sight of the delicate fabric his finger had pressed against which was now between the lips of her cunny, held there by the wetness he’d discovered filling her sex. Ignoring her discomfort, he pressed harder between the now throbbing lips. “I so adore it when my little lioness purrs,” Lucas said softly against her ear again. “It is a sound I intend to enjoy every day for the rest of my life.”
Lucas moved both of his hands to her shoulders and turned her to him. Lucy was relieved as she was pressed against his chest—her face hidden, her body no longer on display. Her relief was short-lived as she felt his huge hands drop to cup her bottom, his palms easily holding each buttock, as if they had been specifically made for this one man. She felt a shock through her body as he gently pressed her cheeks, kneading them softly before running his fingers all across the surface of her bottom. She realized this was a sensation she had never felt before. While she had felt hands on her bottom before, those hands had been hard and purposeful, always bringing a quick but different sort of burn as they spanked her for some naughtiness or misbehavior. The hands holding her now were not causing her pain; they were softly caressing her flesh, fingers moving to trace the sides of her hips and the underside of her bottom where it curved down into the beginning of her thighs. Just as he had drawn a finger up the center of her front, she felt a finger drawing up the cleft of her bottom. She moaned deeply, her hands moving from her sides to clutch at the shirt where she was pressing her face.
“Please...” she whispered, not understanding what exactly she was pleading for—for him to stop or for him to continue? All she knew was that the shame of where his finger was intruding was warring with the primal need to surrender to this man. He used both hands to gently pull the globes of her bottom slightly apart. Lucy moaned again and then whimpered as he once more used a single finger to trace the divide in her bottom.
“Shhh,” Lucas said, again finding her neck with his lips and kissing her gently. “You will discover how your arse can be used to teach you obedience in so many different ways.”
The vulgar word would have been enough to cause her to flush with shame, but her entire world shifted when his finger continued to slide along the forbidden cleft. As it had when he’d played with her front, the gown offered no resistance when he pressed the pad of his finger against her bottom-hole. Lucy lifted onto her toes, her voice echoing her distress with its higher pitched whimper.
“This too, is mine,” Lucas whispered and began to press rhythmically against the hidden puckered hole.
Lucy instantly remembered the horrid feeling of the nozzle as she had been penetrated, the shame of knowing her bottom was on display as she lay over the punishment pillow, the most secret part of her body no longer hidden.
“You will never hide what is mine. I will spend the rest of my life teaching you all the wondrous ways your body can be used to discover untold pleasures, as well as pain, when you are disobedient. Do you understand that every inch of your body belongs to me?” Lucas asked quietly.
Lucy nodded quickly against his shirt as the truth of his words consumed her. This man now owned her, every part of her. She had followed her heart and had vowed before God to love and obey this man for the rest of her life. Standing here in his arms, her body was screaming its own vows—to submit, to give herself into his hands, to surrender to his every desire.
“You will answer me, little one,” Lucas reminded her. “Who does all this belong to?” he asked as his hands moved to cup first her bottom and then moved between their bodies where his palms skimmed across the area between her legs, then moved to cup her breasts, thumbs raking across hardened nipples before his hands cupped the scarlet cheeks of her face, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his eyes. Lucy gasped at the stark, raw passion she saw swirling in their dark blue depths. She felt as if could devour her with them and she was beyond ready to offer herself as his virginal sacrifice.
“I belong to you,” she whispered. “You own all of me.” Lucas nodded and bent to take her mouth. Lucy’s arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her. He was staking a claim that no other person would ever be able to break. His kiss seared her soul. Her blood seemed to boil with a heat that spread into every cell of her body. Her breasts felt heavy and ached for his hands to hold them. Her nipples were so tightly furled that they hurt. Her sex was beyond damp, the lips covered with her dew, the small hidden bud twitching and making itself known as it swelled inside its tiny hood. Even the globes of her bottom began to ache. The remaining weals from Mrs. Bremmer’s tawsing began to itch and burn as if aching for someone to stroke and soothe them. She could feel the ghost of his fingertip where it had pressed her so intimately. Lucy’s whimper of pure need against Lucas’ mouth was answered with a harder press of his lips as well as the thrust of his hips against her abdomen, the cock beneath cloth feeling like a rod of steel.
Lucas bent only slightly and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and placed her on it. She whimpered when he released her, and she found herself kneeling on the bed, her face flushed, her lips parted and burning, her arms lifting as if begging to be taken into his arms again. Lucas ran his fingers through her hair. She gasped as he wrapped his fingers in her tresses, pulling her head back as he bent to ravish her mouth.
