Louisa Revealed (15 page)

“Tw… two, Sir.
 
Oh God, please don’t… no more… please
nooooo.”
 
Her plea turned into a
scream as Edward quickly delivered four strokes across her bottom.
 
She had thought she would die after each
previous set but these last felt far harder and more cutting.
 
She squirmed on top of the desk,
practically crawling over it in an effort to soothe the burn.
 
Edward placed her rod next to her
sister’s and waited.
  
His eyes
roamed over the matching bottom to his wife’s.
 
It was well thrashed indeed, and he
smiled with a sense of his duty well done.

“THz… thank… you…
 
Sir.”
 
Lucille had just received the most
intense punishment of her life and yet had remembered to thank him for that
very punishment.
 
She wasn’t beyond
training at all; in fact she’d be a wonderful student, if he had anything to
say about it.

“You may stand and go to your corners.”
 
The girls stood, though their legs were
unsteady, and they obediently shuffled to their corners.
 
Edward smiled as they placed themselves
in the required positions, hands on top of their heads, though he knew they
itched to try to relieve the burning in their well-roasted bottoms.
 
Each girl sobbed with the pain and shame
of her punishment, and Edward knew this lesson would be one they remembered for
quite some time.
 

Mrs. Bremmer removed the birch rods from the
desktop and returned them to the cabinet.
 
Shutting the doors, she sat down on the sofa to wait until the naughty
girls’ corner time was spent.
 
Edward smiled at her, and she nodded and smiled back.
 
She was well pleased with his
determination to assure the young women would spend a fretful night with
well-thrashed and aching bottoms.
 
She nodded to herself, thinking that it would be quite some time before
either chanced to bring shame to the Wintercrest name again.

A half-hour passed before the cries coming from
the corners became sniffles – and then only the occasional hiccup.
 
Edward had spent the time writing in his
journal, while Mrs. Bremmer simply kept her eyes on both corners, as if
assuring
herself
that the occupants would remember to
behave.
 

“You may release and come here, girls,” Edward
said, closing his journal.
 
The
girls were soon once more before him, faces red and tear streaked, hair falling
from pins and sticking to their cheeks.
 
Edward couldn’t believe he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.
 
After all, the only thing more pleasing
than a properly chastised girl was seeing her mirror image standing before him
as well.

“Things are going to change in this household,”
Edward informed them.
 
“I have been
sorely lacking in your necessary education, but that has come to a stop.
 
Tomorrow you both shall begin anew your
new lessons, as it is too late this evening to truly start.”
 
He noticed that Louisa kept her eyes
lowered as required, but that Lucille was once again looking directly at him,
her own eyes showing her confusion.
 
He saw her mouth begin to open and he quickly continued.
 
“I’m not expecting nor desiring you to
speak, Lucille.
 
I simply want you
to listen and, if you can’t manage even that than you will do well to remember
I will gag you.”
 
Lucy’s face
flushed but she remembered the awful feeling of the gag in her mouth, and she
nodded, dropping her eyes.
 
Edward
smiled almost sorry she had given in so quickly.
 

He waited a few moments before speaking
again.
 
“Though it is my intention
to go over all my expectations at a later date, I want you both to understand
one thing.
 
You will both learn I
expect strict obedience.
 
I promise
you this.
 
If you decide to try me,
I shall immediately provide the necessary discipline such attempts will earn
you.
 
I will not have my authority
questioned by you nor hesitate to turn you across my knee and lift your skirts,
lower your bloomers and apply a proper reminder to your bare bottoms.”
 
He saw both girls tremble at his
promise, and knew it would most likely be Lucy over his knee for her much needed
lesson.
 
“Lucille, you will go with
Mrs. Bremmer, as she will put you to bed.
 
Tomorrow you will spend the entire day in your studies.”
 

Lucy had so many questions but could not chance
opening her mouth.
 
She vowed to
remain silent, in fear of being gagged but when she felt Mrs. Bremmer take her
arm and turn her around, she saw her bloomers draped over the woman’s arm.
 
The sight reminded her that her skirts
were still pinned at her shoulders, and even now, her bare and blistered bottom
was in plain view.
 
Her face flamed
at the shame of it and she stuttered,
 
“Oh… please, I’ll take… take those.”
 

Mrs. Bremmer simply shook her head and moved her
arm away from Lucy’s reaching hands.
 
As the young girl strained to reach her bloomers, she heard from behind
her, “Do you need a reminder of obedience so quickly, Lucille?
 
You are to obey Mrs. Bremmer as you do me.”
 
Lucy sobbed, but managed to shake her
head at the offer of a reminder.
 
She allowed Mrs. Bremmer to pull her towards the door but, when it
opened, her feet remained glued to the study’s carpet.

“Please, don’t make me go out there like
this.
 
The serva… servants will see my…
my bottom!”
 

Mrs. Bremmer smiled and then chuckled, “Don’t be
ridiculous Lucille.
 
The entire
house has been subjected to your unladylike caterwauling and it is no secret
that you have been well birched.
 
If
you don’t want the staff to see your naughty little bottom with its earned
coating of stripes, then I suggest you learn to behave.
 
Now, stop dragging your feet or I shall
take my tawse to your backside.”
 
Lucy tried to grip her skirts to cover her bare bottom even as she was
pulled from the room.
 
She was
unaware that Edward was leading her sister out of the study behind her and that
Louisa was making no attempt to keep her bottom hidden.
 
Edward’s sharp order for her to remove
her hands from her skirts caused her to jump, but she obeyed.
 
With her bottom bare, she quickened her
step, and would have run up the stairs had it not been for Mrs. Bremmer’s
holding her firmly and forcing her to walk in a sedate manner.
 
Lucy finally dropped her eyes and prayed
that no one would witness her shame.
 
She refused to think about passing anybody on the stairs or in the
upstairs hallway.
 

When the four finally reached her room, she
heard Louisa speak for the first time in hours, “May I tell Lucy goodnight,
Sir?”
 
Edward nodded, and Lucy felt
her sister’s arms go around her.
 
She collapsed into them, her tears flowing again.
 
“Good night Lucy, I hope… hope you sleep
well.”
 
Lucy stammered her own good
night and wished her sister could stay and they could comfort each other.
 
However, Louisa was a married woman, and
when Edward called her to him, she immediately stepped away from her twin and
obediently followed him further down the hallway.
 

Mrs. Bremmer pulled Lucy into her room, and too,
soon had stripped her naked, her nightgown over her head, and pulled down to
her feet.
 
Lucy was ordered to sit
on a small stool as her hair was brushed and then braided into a thick plait
that hung almost to her bottom.
 
She
ached for comfort after a day that had been the worst of her young life.
 
When Mrs. Bremmer led her to her bed
after turning back the covers, Lucy crawled between the sheets knowing she
would cry herself to sleep.
 
She was
shocked when Mrs. Bremmer bent over her and gently swept her fingers down her
cheek.

“I know it has been a difficult day, little one.
 
Rest now, and try to be a good girl for
his Lordship tomorrow.
 
I’m not sure
your little bottom can take another spanking if you don’t learn to be
obedient.”
 
She bent a bit more and
placed a gentle kiss on Lucy’s forehead.
 
As she stepped away to blow out the lamp, Lucy began to cry softly.
 
When the door to her room closed, she
rolled onto her stomach to get her weight off her aching bottom.
 
In the privacy of her bed, she gingerly
clutched at her heated bottom and rubbed gently trying to ease the pain.
 
It was in this position that she finally
fell into a fitful sleep, the pillow beneath her soaked with her tears and her
dreams full of horrid scenes of being caned and birched.

Louisa found herself just as quickly stripped,
but was led to their marriage bed as naked as the day she was born.
 
As her husband pulled back the covers,
she felt her own eyes well with tears.
 
Instead of crisp and cool sheets, she saw her punishment mat had been
placed on her side of the bed.
 
She
wanted to beg him to remove it but remembering his promise of instant
punishment for disobedience, she forced herself to crawl onto the bed and then
lie down on the horrible mat.
 
Edward watched as she settled herself and removed his own clothing.
 
He knew she was aware of his arousal and
did nothing to try to shield her from his erection.
 
He left the lamp lit wanting to watch
her face as he taught her another lesson in obedience.
 
He climbed onto the bed and, without a
word, used his hands to spread her legs wide apart.
 
He watched her grimace as his weight
pushed her down onto her mat.
 
He
knew it was extremely uncomfortable as the bristles worked their way into her
welted bottom.
 
He moved to place
himself between her thighs and positioned himself.
 

“Put your hands above you Louisa and keep them
on the rails.”
 
He waited until she
stretched her arms above her head and gasped, as the move forced her bottom to
endure more of the mat’s irritating surface.
 
He smiled, “That’s my good girl.”
 
With those words, he drove into her with
a huge thrust.
 
She arched her body
and moaned as he completely filled her.
 
Edward took his time as he took his wife.
 
She was soon squirming under him as she
tried to lift her hips both to match his movements as well as to remove her
bottom from the pressure of the mat.
 
Edward kept her pressed tightly to the mattress, not allowing her an
inch of freedom.
 
He had no
intention of allowing her to take charge.
 
He began to pump into her fast and hard until she was thrashing her head
and pulling against the rails of the bed.

“Ohh
,
 
oh
please… oh… ohhhh,” she moaned
as she felt him impale her completely.
 
It was difficult enough to accommodate his size within her small body,
but when he was taking her with abandon, without care as to her comfort, it was
accomplishing exactly what he intended.
 
He was punishing her and she could do nothing but try to endure and open
herself to him as much as she was able.
 
Her eyes swam with tears as he pounded again and again and again deep
into her.
 
She would feel her body
begin to betray her as her pleasure began to build despite or perhaps due to
his intense taking of her.
 
However,
Edward was a man of experience and well able to read every sign of his wife’s
body.
 
He saw her nipples harden and
her face flush, her eyes going
glassy
as she would
begin her climb towards her pleasure.
 
He would immediately still himself inside her until the danger of her
spending was past and only then would he continue his claiming of her.

“Please Sir, oh Pa
..
Papa,
please may I take my pleasure… please!” she finally found herself begging as
for the third time he had gone completely still within her.
 
Louisa’s heart was pounding in her
chest, her blood rushing through her veins.
 
Every nerve felt as if it were on fire
and he knew that the barest touch to her swollen and throbbing nub would
release her pleasure allowing her to forget she was being punished.
 
A tear slid from beneath her closed lid.

Edward whispered, “Naughty little girls get
fucked hard, but will never be allowed pleasure when they are being punished.”