Authors: Maggie Ryan
Louisa sobbed as he began again slowly fucking
her as if to make her aware of every slide of his cock into her swollen and
throbbing sex.
She sobbed as he
used his weight to press her against her naughty mat, the pain from her
thrashing mixed with the bite of the fibers.
Yet, she wasn’t truly in pain from
having the skin of her bottom welted or pricked; no, she was in pain from the
desperate need, the constant ache to find her release as he sought his own deep
within her body.
She had never felt
more dominated, more under his total control than right now when her husband,
her Papa, taught her that she hadn’t the right to seek pleasure when he decided
she didn’t deserve it.
She felt her
clit throb even harder and her cream leak from her as her body reacted to his
demands.
She continued to moan and
beg for release until she finally felt him push as deeply as humanly possible
and flood her womb with his seed.
She felt jet after jet of his cream mix with her own and knew it would
be the only release in this bed tonight.
She groaned and sobbed as
his weight collapsed onto her and the mat punished her bottom from beneath
her.
Edward lay still for several minutes as he
caught his breath.
When he finally
pushed away from her and rolled onto his side, she remained splayed open, her
hands on the rails above her head, his seed dripping from her slit onto the
very mat that continued to bite into her bottom.
Edward got out of bed knowing she was
throbbing with the need for release.
He smiled softly as he pulled two lengths of rope from beneath his
pillow and quickly tied her hands to the rails. “No need to tempt you to
disobey me is there little one?
I
know you are aching as you are dripping all over your naughty mat.
Little hands must not be allowed to go
where they don’t belong.
Who is
allowed to touch you between your legs and play with your little clittie my
dear?
Who is allowed to open your
slit and push his fingers well up into your soaking wet pussey?
Who allows you to take your pleasure little
girl?”
She blushed hotly, grateful that the darkened
room would hide her shame and her intense need.
“Yo… you do, Pa… Papa.”
“That’s right, little one.
Only Papa can make your body jump and
twitch and twist and swell.
Either
from a nice thrashing, as you received earlier or,” he paused and leaned down
to kiss the tip of one puckered nipple, “when your body is begging and just
aching to explode with your spending.”
Her breath caught in her throat, her clit indeed jumping as his lips
opened to suckle her nipple until she was once again twisting on her mat.
Edward chuckled, as he stood looking down at her
practically glowing with her need.
He kissed her mouth gently, his tongue tracing along her lips loving the
way she parted them for his possession.
He allowed himself a more thorough taste before pulling away to
extinguish the last lamp and then join her in bed.
She continued to twitch and shiver long
after he had settled at her side and his deep, even breathing told her that he
was deeply asleep.
She squirmed
trying to find the most comfortable position and then sighed and accepted the
fact that for tonight at least, comfort was not going to be her companion.
She prayed that she would be able to
please the man she loved with all her heart, though he could cause her so much
pain and shame.
Her body still
ached with both pain from her birching and the intense throbbing of unreleased
lust.
Her mind whirled around and
around his promises of new rules that were to begin immediately.
She thought of her sister and the horrid
realization that her twin would soon learn that Louisa was not truly the Lady
of Wintercrest.
While she held the
proper title, she wasn’t the mistress of his house.
She was nothing more than Edward’s child
bride and had absolutely no power over anyone – even herself.
Edward turned in his sleep and his hand
moved to cup itself around her breast.
Louisa felt her body respond as her nipple immediately hardened.
She flushed anew and finally dropped
into sleep, praying he would find her suitably behaved on the morrow, and allow
her to find the pleasure he continued to deny her today.
Lucille was up early the next morning.
She had already stripped off her
nightgown and pulled on her stockings and drawers and was tying the ribbons of
her second petticoat when a knock sounded on the door and it was pushed
open.
She looked to see Molly enter
and quickly close the door behind her.
“Good morning, Miss,” Molly said.
“I’ve come to help you with your
bath.”
Lucy shook her head and
reached for her corset that she had laid on her bed.
“I’m not bathing this morning, Molly.
You may help me finish dressing.”
Molly wrung her hands and glanced behind
her at the closed door.
Lucy
watched her puzzled by her behavior.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs. Bremmer has sent up
water for your bath.”
Lucy looked at the door and said, “I’m not
bathing today Molly.
You may send
the water away.”
Molly shook her
head and stepped closer to Lucy and lowered her voice.
“Please Miss Lucy, you must have a bath.
Mrs. Bremmer said.”
“Molly, I don’t give a fig what Mrs. Bremmer
said.
I don’t wish to bathe today
and that is the end of it.
Now,
help me into my corset and dress.”
Molly didn’t move to take the corset from her mistress.
Instead, she took a deep breath and then
confessed,
“You must bathe, Miss Lucy.
If you don’t, well, please, Miss, let
the lads fill your tub.”
Lucy
finally took a good long look at the young serving girl.
She noticed that Molly’s face was
flushed; she continued to wring her hands together, and her eyes were wide and
frightened.
Lucy again looked
towards the door and whispered, “What’s wrong Molly?
Is Mrs. Bremmer outside the door?”
Molly shook her head and answered, “No Miss Lucy
but she has given me instructions to bathe you this morning.
If you refuse and I don’t… don’t obey,
then.…
”
Her
voice trailed off.
“If I don’t, what will happen Molly?
Tell me the truth immediately.
Why are you so frightened?”
Molly couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down her
cheek, even as she forced herself to answer.
“She’ll… she said she’d birch me,
Miss.”
Lucy was horrified and
instantly understood what was happening.
Mrs. Bremmer was using her power to reaffirm her position – not
only over the staff,
but
over what should be a
respected member of the household.
Molly reached out and grasped Lucy’s arm.
“Please Miss, she is horrid with the
birch.
Please let me bathe
you.”
Lucy sighed heavily, knowing
that if she refused, her friend would pay the price and, most likely, Lucy’s
bottom would also find itself bared and spanked.
She patted Molly’s hand and said, “Very
well, Molly.
Hand me my robe and
then let the lads in.”
Molly wiped
her tears away, and then nodded gratefully as she hurried to the wardrobe.
She brought the long dressing gown to
her mistress and helped her into it.
After Lucy was modestly covered, Molly opened the door and motioned for
the two kitchen lads to enter the room.
Both young men kept their eyes averted from where Lucy stood, as they
went into the small room and poured their buckets into the waiting tub.
They left just as quickly, and Molly
closed the door once again.
Lucy surrendered herself to Molly’s care and
allowed the girl to remove the clothing she had only put on a few moments
before.
As Molly untied the ribbon
on her drawers, Lucy covered her hand and said, “I can do it, Molly.”
Molly lifted her eyes and sadly shook
her head.
“I must undress and bathe you Miss Lucy.
It is Mrs. Bremmer’s wish.”
She saw her friend’s face flush, and
hurried to say softly, “Please don’t feel ashamed, Miss Lucy.
We… I mean I… I know you were… were
punished last evening.
I
understand, and I won’t speak of it.”
Lucy was more ashamed than she had ever been
before in her life.
Hearing her
servant inform her that it was a known fact she’d been punished, and the staff
had obviously heard her cries and pleas for mercy during her birching caused
her to relive the horrid punishment in her mind.
Closing her eyes, she released Molly’s
hand, and felt her drawers being lowered.
She stepped out of them and allowed herself to be led into the water
closet.
As she stepped in the tub,
she felt tears slide down her cheeks.
“Oh Miss Lucy, don’t cry.
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
We’ve all been under the birch, and though
it is dreadful, you have been punished and paid the price of whatever you did
that earned you the correction.”
Lucy nodded and soon found herself relaxing in the warm water as Molly
picked up a rag, lathered it and began to bathe her mistress.
The girls were silent as the bath
continued, and it wasn’t until Lucy stepped from the tub to be wrapped in a
thick towel, that she heard Molly’s indrawn breath.
“Oh Miss, your poor, poor bottom.
I wish I could rub some salve on your
welts… it isn’t much, but it does seem to help a little.”
Lucy’s face lit up briefly but her hopes
fell when Molly began to dry her carefully.
“I have been forbidden, though.
You are not to be given any comfort, and
for that I am so very sorry.”
Lucy’s face flamed anew, but she said nothing as she was dried.
Molly took extreme care in dressing
Lucy, and was gentle as she brushed her hair and soon had it braided.
When she was ready to leave the room,
Lucy found her voice.
“Thank you Molly.
I feel so ashamed.”
“Don’t be, Miss Lucy.
You were very brave just now, and I will
always remember your kindness in allowing me to fulfill my duties.”
Lucy gave the girl a quick hug and was
pleased to see a smile appear on the usually cheerful girl’s face for the first
time this morning.
Lucy left her to
her duties in straightening the room and descended the stairs.
She entered the dining room to find
Louisa already seated and enjoying her breakfast.
Edward looked up from the morning paper and
smiled at her.
“Good morning,
Lucille.
I hope you slept
well?”
Lucy felt her face flush
again as she took her seat at the table.
“Thank you Edward,” she said and reached out to
take hold of her glass.
She drank
some of the fresh orange juice and then helped herself to the platter of eggs and
sausages that was on the table.
Edward waited until she had filled her plate
before he spoke. “I am aware that we have yet to discuss the new rules of the
house, Lucille, but I believe you can understand this.”
Her eyes lifted to his as she kept her fork
suspended in mid air.
“You are no
longer to be so familiar with me, young lady.
I am not your friend
,
I am your guardian
.
You shall address me as ‘Sir’ from this
point forward.
Little girls need to
address their elders with respect and I do not wish to hear my Christian name
from your lips again.
Is that
understood?”
Lucy’s eyes flew to
her sister but saw nothing but a flush covering Louisa’s cheeks.
Lucy finally lowered her fork and forced
her eyes back to his.
“I’m not a little girl, um… Ed… um,
”
she
hesitated,
her words clogging her throat as she saw the look in his eyes.
She heard her sister’s quick intake of
breath and suddenly felt very foolish and, for some reason, exactly like a
stupid little girl who didn’t know when to be quiet.
Blushing hotly, she finally mumbled,
“I’m sorry.”
She forced herself to
look again at the man who was suddenly so forceful and demanding.
She saw him return her gaze, his eyebrow
lifted and she managed to utter, “I mean… umm, yes… yes, Sir.”