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She kissed the tip of the switch where it had become ragged with use. “Thank… thank you, Papa,” she said, her voice stronger, though her body ached far more. She hadn’t fainted or died. She had been given the worst switching of her life and knew she would never, ever forget it and yet understood she alone had caused her punishment.
Lucas took both switches and snapped them in two, throwing them to the ground. He then took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head as she sobbed against his chest. “Don’t ever run from me again,” he said, his own voice showing his emotion. She nodded, understanding from the ragged edge of his voice that she had caused him to give her pain he had no pleasure in delivering. He kissed her again and then guided her back to the other side of the bench.
Lucy’s face burned as she was pressed to her knees. She had begged not to be switched outside, but this… performing her penance was far more intimate. The thought of anyone walking by witnessing the act filled her with shame.
“What if someone comes?” she whispered, her eyes still swimming with tears as she gazed up at him. Lucas traced her cheek with his finger.
“Be grateful I am allowing you to make this penance, little one. You will soon learn that a different, more intimate penance than having my cock in your mouth is normally required when you give me cause to switch, strap or cane you for naughtiness,” Lucas said, his tone unwavering and stern.
She wanted to ask what he meant but a sense of foreboding flooded through her and she was suddenly terrified of the answer. Instead, she nodded. “May I make my penance, Papa?” she asked softly and when granted permission, she unbuttoned his pants and ignoring the discomfort of the stones of the path against her knees, took his cock between her lips. After she’d obediently accepted his tribute and tucked him back into his pants, she also accepted his forgiveness.
Since there was not a corner available, she spent a half-hour standing on the path, nude from the waist down, hands again cupping her elbows, legs wide, bottom pushed out. The time had been spent in silence, the birds returning to nearby branches, their daily routine no longer interrupted by her shrill cries. Lucy felt a sense of peace fill her as she accepted that, while she would be leaving these gardens, she would soon be arriving at her new home, with the man she loved. Lucas dressed her, her small moans of discomfort ignored as he drew her stockings up over her welted legs, her drawers over her welted little bottom.
“Shall we discuss your leaving Wintercrest?” he asked, drawing her down sit on his lap, her hiss of pain ignored.
“No, sir,” she said. “I understand. I was just… just a little scared.”
“Kitten,” he said, holding her close. “I understand it is frightening. It was frightening when you moved to Wintercrest Manor, but you found a home within these walls. I know it will be difficult to leave your sister, especially since she is the other half of you,” he said, softly. “I promise, you will fall in love with Hunter’s Ridge, as well. You will learn to feel safe and protected within its walls.”
She nodded and lifted her face to his. “I know,” she whispered. “And, Papa, you are my other half now.”
“Oh, kitten, I love you so,” Lucas said, bending to kiss her.
She clung to him, her need for reassurance radiating from her small body. Lucas stood, easily carrying her up the path and back to the house. The couple, who had only just presented themselves for the first time in days, again disappeared, as he took her to his room.
* * *
Neither wasaware of passing the library, where Edward and Louisa were sitting, each reading a book. The two looked at each other and smiled. “I’ll tell Mrs. Bremmer to prepare another tray,” Edward said, chuckling.
Louisa giggled, her heart finally releasing the tension that had gripped it since Lucy had fled the room. She knew her sister would be all right the moment she saw her cradled in the arms of the very man who had caused her cries to float through the open windows of Wintercrest Manor.
Chapter 18
Lucas and Lucy joined the others for dinner. Lucas helped her to her chair, observing her wince and hearing her small moan as her bottom met the hard surface of the chair. As Molly placed the first dishes on the table, he called to her, “Please bring Lucy a pillow.”
Though Lucy was horribly embarrassed, she was grateful for his concern but before she could thank him, he reached out to take her hand.
“Lucy, I have a surprise for you,” he said.
Lucy smiled at the thought of an unexpected present and yet she didn’t feel truly worthy. “I don’t need a present, Papa. I haven’t earned a gift.”
Lucas reached up and ran his hand over her cheek. “Acknowledging that only shows you are learning, little one.” He paused as Molly reached them, a large pillow in her arms. Lucas dropped his hand and gave the maid a nod.
“Stand up, Lucy,” Molly said firmly, reaching out to take Lucy’s arm.
Lucy was a bit startled at her maid’s action but obediently slid from her chair. She watched as Molly placed the pillow onto the chair.
“Thank you, Molly,” Lucy said softly, her face flushing at the reason for the pillow yet feeling grateful as she was guided to take her seat again.
“From now on, you will address her as Miss Molly and answer her questions with a simple ‘Yes, miss’,” Lucas said, and Lucy’s eyes snapped back to his. He smiled and took her hand again. “I know you will miss your sister when we leave, little one,” he said. “While I can't spirit her away from Edward, I have offered Molly a position such of that which Mrs. Bremmer holds at Wintercrest. Just as Mrs. Bremmer helps Edward with little Louisa’s care, Miss Molly will do the same for you.”
Lucy’s eyes widened as she turned again to look at the woman who was only a few years old than she. “Molly?” she asked, not truly understanding.
“Miss Molly,” Lucas corrected.
Lucy flushed, suddenly remembering how Molly had been the only one to tend to her in the past several days. She also remembered the girl’s helping Mrs. Bremmer administer the awful punishment enema she had been given. Blushing, she saw Molly in her new role. “What if she doesn’t want to go with us?” Lucy asked her husband.
The answer didn’t come from him. “But I do, Lucy,” Molly said. “I am most grateful for this opportunity and promise to tend to you as your papa wishes.”
