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Lucas ignored her words. “Put your feet on the floor, legs wide, up on your toes, heels turned out so that I might give you a very thorough reminder of what we so recently discussed,” he instructed as he continued to spank her.
Lucy struggled to do as she was told, though doing so while nude and having her bottom so harshly slapped again and again made the task difficult. It certainly didn't become any easier when she heard a knock on the door and heard Lucas call out permission to enter.
Lucy wailed louder as she heard the door open. She tensed and then relaxed at the sound of it closing almost immediately. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure that whoever had entered had just as quickly left the couple alone, she saw Molly standing by the closed door, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes staring straight at her mistress.
Lucy’s head dropped, her cries increasing as Lucas continued her spanking. “You will learn, young lady that when I teach you a rule, I care not to be constantly repeating it. You are a smart little girl and are very capable of learning your lesson the first time, aren’t you?” His question was accompanied by another barrage of blows to her bottom, which was quickly going from cool to burning.
“Yes, Papa,” Lucy wailed, her hands moving to wave behind her in an effort to cover her bottom. Lucas quickly pinned her hands at her back.
“Molly, bring me the brush,” he said.
Lucy wailed even louder, her feet kicking up, knowing the additional burn a hairbrush would cause. Molly stepped across the room and returned from the water closet, the large wooden brush in her hand. Lucy clamped her eyes shut, seeing the girl’s boots as she walked to Lucas and handed him the brush.
“Thank you,” Lucas said, and without pause, began applying the back of the brush to Lucy’s bouncing bottom. “Feet down!” he ordered as she kicked up hard when the brush lit into her backside. “Legs apart, get on your toes and lift your bottom!”
She sobbed but struggled to obey, no longer concerned that her maid was witnessing her punishment, her only concern being that he might never stop his attack. Once she pushed her bottom up, she found herself being tilted a bit further forward to be more easily accessible for him to roast her sit-spots. Lucy shrieked as the brush bit into her tender flesh.
“Tell me, Lucille,” Lucas said calmly, his hand never faltering, “Why are you not to cover yourself at any time, no matter where you are, no matter who is in the room, no matter if you are fully clothed or as naked as the day you were born?”
“I am always to be op-open and… and ready for you, Papa,” she stuttered, knowing her answer had to be truthful to stop her spanking. “I am-am yours to-to look at or… or to take.” Her words were faltering, but her understanding was crystal-clear.
Lucas popped her bottom twice more and then laid the brush against her hot buttocks. “That's correct,” he said, simply. He guided his wife from his lap and gently pushed her to her knees. He held out the brush and was pleased when Lucy’s trembling hands reached to cup it, and she bent to press her lips to its surface.
“Th-thank you, Papa,” she said, her bottom burning as she sat back on her heels. He removed the brush from her hands, and when he reached out to hand it to Molly, Lucy suddenly became conscious of her position and what she knew she was now expected to do. She sobbed harder, her shame consuming her but her fear of a repeat of the spanking forced her to lift her eyes to her husband’s.
Before she could open her mouth, he pressed one finger against her lips. “If you’ll excuse us, Molly. Return in an hour with some tea and toast if you please.”
“Certainly, sir,” Molly said and left the room, laying the brush quietly on the small table beside his chair. Once the door had closed, Lucas removed his finger and gave her a small nod.
Lucy took a breath, relief flooding through her at his grace. Knowing he’d not only recognized her shame, but was going to allow her privacy to do what she must to show her contrition, allowed her to calm a bit. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Papa,” she began and saw his nod. “May I make my… my penance?”
Lucas reached out to stroke her cheek, its surface wet from her copious tears. “Yes, Lucy, you may,” he answered.
She was trembling, and it took several moments before she was holding his cock in her hands, its length increasing as it was freed. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, only to have him add an additional instruction.
“One hand on the base to stroke the shaft,” he said quietly, waiting until she’d removed one hand before adding, “Place your other around my balls and cup them gently as you take me into your mouth.”
Lucy’s face flushed as she hesitated only to have her husband take her hand and guide it to its destination. Lucy gasped in surprise at the heaviness of his balls as they completely filled her palm. Lucas’ cock jerked a bit at the contact when she gently wrapped her fingers around him as far as her small hand would allow.
“Good girl, you may begin.”
Taking a calming breath, Lucy lowered her head, her lips parting wide to take him into her mouth. Remembering the lesson of the night before, she used the tip of her tongue to swipe over the head of his cock and was rewarded by his stifled moan. When she froze, he placed a hand at the back of her head.
“I want to see your eyes while you suckle, little one. Keep your eyes lifted to mine,” he said.
Lucy lifted her gaze, feeling heat flooding through her as she imagined what she must look like to him with her lips stretched lewdly around a part of his body that was so intimate, so very private. Seeing herself through his eyes, keeping her eyes on his should have been impossible but she realized she wasn’t seeing judgment or derision in his gaze. Instead, the blue depths were reflecting a passion, a love that had her calming, had her wishing to please him after her naughtiness.
Lucas applied a bit a pressure against her head. “Move your mouth up and down my shaft, using your tongue the entire time. As you move your head back, you are to suckle the crown of my cock and use your hand to stroke and pump the shaft. Rotate your fingers so you can caress each inch,” he instructed, once again gently guiding her down to show her what he wished. “Oh, and kitten, spread your knees so I can see your cunny as you perform your penance.”
Blushing, she slowly did as he asked, shifting her knees apart before lowering her head a bit further and then a bit more as his hand at the back of her head urged her down another inch. When she felt the tip of his cock at the back of her throat, she tried to pull away.
“No, Lucille,” he said sternly. “You will learn to take all of me into your mouth and throat.”
She knew the task was impossible. He was simply far too large. She could feel her eyes welling at the discomfort of his cock pushing into her throat and there were still several inches of his shaft left in her hand.
“It will take considerable practice, but, little one, I promise you will learn.”
She felt him release her head and understood he was testing her to see if she was willing to at least try to obey or would choose to be naughty. She nodded as best she could and began to learn how to please him with her mouth. Lucas continued to give her soft orders to hold his cock head tighter in her lips, use her tongue to trace along the thick vein beneath the head and swirl across the tip as she accepted the drops of his seed which she learned was also referred to as pre-cum. He gave her encouragement to use her fingers to wrap around him a big tighter and to pump faster as her head bobbed up and down his shaft. Lucy forgot about how she looked. Forgot about anyone else. The only person who mattered was Lucas, the man she’d chosen as her husband. The man she’d picked to be her papa. She wanted to show how sorry she was and concentrated on making a proper penance. That didn’t keep her from gagging occasionally as she took him too deep, or her eyes from welling more at the effort. She also discovered that she couldn’t stop the drool from slipping from her lips as she worked him with her tongue.
