Authors: Maggie Ryan
“Are you finished going potty, Louisa?” he
asked, and she blushed hotly at his words, but nodded.
God, she hated it so when he used such
words in her presence.
Edward loved
her flushed face as he helped her to stand and she walked to the washstand to
wash her hands.
She turned to look
up at her husband and opened her mouth to speak.
“No, Louisa.
The taste of your deceit, as well as
your penance, shall remain in your mouth while you nap.”
She blushed hotly, his words flowing
through her, causing her to shiver as she washed and dried her hands.
When done, she turned back to him and
raised her arms as he instructed.
Edward pulled a nightgown over her head; she realized it barely reached
the top of her hips.
She wanted to
ask where the rest of her gown was, but didn’t want another spanking.
Edward bent, and she squealed as he
easily lifted her into his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his
shoulder.
She felt safe and far
better now that she had been punished, knowing his forgiveness came just as
easily as did his discipline.
She
was exhausted and found herself looking forward to resting.
She had so much to think about, but
couldn’t bear to face another thing right now.
Edward bent to kiss the top of her head,
loving the weight of her snuggled in his arms.
He knew she believed she was done with
his discipline, at least until this evening, but he knew better.
This young lady had been seriously
naughty and needed serious reminding of what such naughtiness meant.
He carried her to the crib and she
sleepily looked down.
As she saw what he had placed in the crib, she
clung to him as he bent over to lay her down and begged, “No… please Sir… I’ll
be a good girl.
Please don’t ask me
to sleep on
th
… that.”
Edward shook his head even as he lowered
her into the crib.
“I’m not asking you a thing Louisa.
You were a very naughty little girl, and
you are going to take your nap on your naughty-girl mat.
Perhaps a couple of hours sleeping on it
will help you to be my good girl again.”
Louisa started to cry even as her bottom connected with the mat Edward
had placed in the crib.
Hundreds of
sharp bristles poked her aching bottom, and dozens of hard knots pushed into
her welted skin.
Edward
removed her clinging hands from around his neck and forced her onto her
back.
She began to wiggle and
squirm, trying to remove her tender skin from the horrid mat.
Edward ignored her cries as he reached
under the mattress of the crib, pulling restraints into view that had been
hidden from sight.
He smiled upon
seeing that his little one had rolled onto her side; her little bottom already
showing pricks from the unforgiving fibers of the mat.
He easily rolled her onto her back and
reached to take hold of her ankle.
She foolishly kicked out at him and, his smile fading, Edward reached
down, swatted the front of her thigh harshly and gave her a stern look.
“Settle down, Louisa!
Give me your leg or I will take you out
of your crib, blister your bottom yet again, and you will still take your nap
on your naughty-mat.
Now, what will
it be?”
Louisa sobbed but lifted her leg and allowed him
to take hold of it.
She continued
to cry as he restrained her other leg, spraddling her widely in the crib.
She didn’t protest as he took her hands,
pulled them over her head and placed them in restraints as well.
She tried to lift her hips to remove her
bottom from the needle sharp bristles, but Edward quickly placed a wide strap
around her waist and buckled it tight.
Her movements were severely restricted and she wailed as the mat bit
into her bottom and the backs of her thighs.
She sobbed as her husband reached to cup
her sex again.
She knew exactly
what he would find, and the shame of it engulfed her.
Edward slid his fingers through her
outer lips, spreading them open.
She felt more cream drip from her as he pushed a finger deep
inside.
Her hips jerked, as much as
she was able within her restraints, as if begging for release.
Edward chuckled and removed his finger only to
lightly flick her engorged clitoris.
She moaned deeply and despite the bite of her mat, her hips twisted as
she attempted to both pull away from his finger and then press up as if trying
to find the source of her newest torment.
Her breath hissed out as the mat raked against her sensitive, punished
bottom and though she immediately tried to remain still, his finger’s movements
assured she was unable to do so.
Soon she was moaning and pushing her hips up against his finger despite
the rasp and jabs of her punishment mat. Her need to seek release consumed her;
the pain in her bottom was momentarily forgotten.
Edward took her to the very edge, loving
her moans and groans both from her growing arousal and the bite of her punishment
mat.
When he felt her begin to tense, he removed his
finger, and she sobbed, “Pl… please Sir… oh, please, I’ll… I’ll be a goo… good
girl, ohhh, please?”
“No, little one.
Naughty girls don’t get to have their
Papas give them pleasure.
Naughty
little girls get to sleep on their naughty-girl mats with well-spanked hot
little bottoms.
Naughty little
girls need to think about why they were so naughty that their Papas had to
blister them and leave them all alone with a very wet pussey and a throbbing
little clittie.
Naughty, deceitful
little girls lie on mats and think about having their lies washed right out of
them.
Now, sleep well and dream of
how to be a good girl.”
Edward
looked once more at his wife, restrained in the crib he had custom made for
her, spread wide for his use, her chest heaving with her need for release.
He had dreamed of exactly this for
years, and though he had begun training his little wife from the moment he had
wed her, it was only now that he determined her training would continue,
despite her sister’s presence in their home.
He bent to place a kiss on her forehead
and then stood and walked to the door.
“Oh, how I love you in your crib, Louisa.
You are finally exactly where you
belong, and where you will be spending a great deal of your time in the
future.
You, sweetheart, have only
just begun learning that you need to be a very, very good girl for your Papa,
or your sweet little bottom will be blistered and painful and your sweet little
pussey will be dripping wet and aching for release.
Sleep well my love.”
He heard a soft sob and her even softer
response,
“I… I lo… love you Pa… Papa.”
His grin was wide, as he closed the
door.
He might have made a vital
mistake in postponing the training decided upon when Lucille had unexpectedly
become his ward.
However, that
mistake was about to be corrected.
While he understood Louisa’s fear of how her twin would feel upon the
discovery of how Louisa was expected to behave and now would live her life, he
had no intention of allowing his desires to be undermined or hidden another
moment.
While Louisa cried herself to sleep in her crib,
Lucille felt like crying in the classroom.
Her head was whirling with mathematical formulas, while her bottom was
throbbing on the hard seat.
Professor Lloyds took a deep breath and tried to be patient, as he
explained yet again what he considered a simple equation.
“Miss Furniss, surely you must understand at
least a portion of this lesson?
Tell me that this isn’t all new to you.”
Lucy squirmed once more, attempting to
find the least painful position.
Her professor saw her movement and heard her small moan.
He went to the closet, opened it and
returned to her desk.
“Stand up
Miss Furniss.”
Lucy’s eyes snapped
up to his, her heart pounding, thinking she was about to be punished yet
again.
Her mouth opened to beg for
mercy when she saw him lift a large pillow in his hand.
She blushed, but slid out of her chair.
He placed the pillow on her seat and she
cautiously sat down.
Her relief was
apparent in her soft sigh.
Charles Lloyds tried not to smile but his eyes
gave him away when she whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”
“You are welcome, Miss Furniss.
Perhaps now it will be easier for you to
concentrate on the lesson, instead of your… um… your condition.”
Lucy dropped her eyes, her face growing hotter
with shame.
Though the entire
school was aware of what happened when a student was sent to the headmaster’s
office, speaking of it was humiliating.
She was saved having to respond when he turned her tablet to a fresh
page and began again to explain the equation.
After several attempts, she suddenly
smiled and said, “Oh!
I understand
it now.
Oh, thank you, Professor
Lloyds.
Can we do another?”
Charles was thrilled with her excitement, and
though it was only one portion of the exam, he knew that she truly grasped the
mathematical concept.
They spent
the next hour going over similar equations and Lucy missed only a few.
Both were engrossed in the lesson when a
sudden sound broke through their concentration.
“Excuse me, Sir.
I’ve come for Miss Furniss.”
Lucy looked up to see Mrs. Bremmer
standing in the doorway.
Professor
Lloyds pushed himself away from Lucy’s desk and said, “Certainly.
She will be ready presently.
I wish to send several pages for her to
study this weekend, if you will give me but a few moments.”
Mrs. Bremmer nodded and stepped further into the
room.
She approached the two and
held out an envelope, “Lord Wintercrest requests that you read his note and ask
you to return a response with me if you would.”
Charles took the offered envelope and opened
it.
He read the note quickly and
then, with a smile, walked to his desk and wrote his response on the back of
the note.
He replaced the sheet of
paper in the envelope and walked back to hand it to Mrs. Bremmer.
She nodded and slid the envelope into
her string bag.
She watched as Lucy
slowly stood from her desk, her small wince indicating her still aching
bottom.
Mrs. Bremmer’s lips
compressed into a thin line as her eyes landed on the large pillow that Lucy
had been sitting on.
She was sure
that his Lordship would not approve of his charge being allowed any such
comfort after she had earned a good caning for her misbehavior.
However, being a prudent woman, she said
nothing.
Lucy found herself growing
even more uncomfortable as the woman stood silently waiting.
She fumbled with her tablet and pencil,
and then accepted a large stack of papers from her professor.
“You have done a good job, Miss Furniss.
I believe you have a chance of passing
your exam if you continue to study this weekend.
You have the fundamentals and just need
to review the equations and formulas.”
Lucy felt a thrill as she heard his
approval.
She gave him a large
smile and said, “Thank you, Professor.
I really appreciate your help and your concern.”
She said the last even as her eyes
dropped to the pillow he had offered her.
He smiled, and led her to the door where Mrs. Bremmer had moved to wait.
“Good bye Sir,” Lucy said quietly.
He smiled and gave her a small nod, “Good bye
Miss Furniss.”
Mrs. Bremmer almost
growled as she roughly took hold of Lucy’s upper arm and dragged her down the
hall.
Lucy wanted to pull away but
the woman truly scared her with her rough and disapproving glances.
Not wanting to bring any further attention
to herself, she decided not to fight but would definitely inform Edward of this
servant’s liberties with his ward.
She hurried along beside the woman until they were both seated in the
carriage.