Authors: Maggie Ryan
“Ohhh… oh… please,” she panted, her legs parting
to allow him freer access.
She was
desperate for some sort of release.
“Scoot down, Louisa, and put my cock inside your
sweet little pussey.”
She raised
her head, the shock at hearing this order evident on her face.
Edward smiled and gave her a sharp swat
to her bottom.
She yelped and
immediately slid down his body until she was clear of his erection.
She looked absolutely adorable, her tiny
teeth biting on her lower lip as she reached out to take him in her hand.
She raised her eyes to see him watching
her every move.
Her face flushed
and he said softly,
“That’s a good
girl.
Now, lift up and guide me
into your pussey.
It is time you
learn to ride your Papa like you ride a horse.”
Her face flamed brighter, but she
cautiously lifted her hips and awkwardly moved him into position.
As she guided him inside, her fingers
encountered her slickness, and again she flushed.
Edward loved every moment, though he was
finding it more and more difficult to contain his need to take her.
He moaned as he slid further into her
and his voice was husky as he said, “Lower
yourself
onto me, little one.
Move up and
down and ride my cock.
Show me how
you can please your Papa.”
Louisa pushed her feeling of shame away
as she felt him fill her
inch by inch
.
She moaned as she settled onto him and
then began to slowly move.
Edward
allowed her to determine her own speed until he could no longer hold back.
His hands settled on her hips as he
began to thrust his own hips upwards to push faster and deeper.
Louisa moaned and leaned forward as he
drove into her, her small fists clenched on his chest.
He moved his hands to hold her small
bottom and soon increased his speed.
“Ohh,” she gasped, as she
felt her pleasure building.
Her heart
raced as she moved to meet his thrusts, their hips slapping together.
Edward was aware of her every emotion and knew
she was quite close to her culmination.
He thrust hard into her and ordered, “Come for me, Missy.
Come for Papa.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and
she shattered into a thousand pieces.
Her contractions gripped him tightly, drawing his own eruption from
him.
He groaned as he released himself
deep into her pussey.
Louisa
collapsed across him, her head pressed to his chest.
She could hear his heart thudding
beneath her ear and she smiled.
She
had obeyed him, and had given him pleasure.
She blushed, thinking of her own
reaction, and knew she needed to thank him.
She moved her head only enough to look
into his eyes,
“Thank you, Papa.
Thank you for my pleasure.”
Edward’s heart swelled with love and
pride at his little one.
He stroked
her hair and pressed her head back to his chest.
They lay together in total contentment.
“You are welcome my love.
You were a very good girl for your
Papa.
I believe you quite enjoyed
your ride?”
She blushed as she
realized how his words made her feel.
She was happy he was pleased, and yet felt a bit ashamed at the image of
what she had done.
He stroked his hand down her body until his hand
rested once again on her bottom, and she whispered, “Yes Papa… I… I liked
riding you.”
Edward chuckled and
rolled over to trap her beneath him.
He kissed her until she was squirming under him.
He again moved between her thighs, and
entered her quickly.
She moaned
deeply, and though he had allowed her to take her pleasure, she was shocked
when he moved his finger to her small bud.
She arched beneath him, her small hands clinging to his wide
shoulders.
“That’s my good girl.
Come for me baby, let me feel you come
again.”
She obeyed for the second
time, and he buried himself deeply, enjoying the ripples of her orgasm.
He forced every last shudder from her
before he pumped himself hard into her and flooded her insides again.
When he was done, she managed to whisper
her thanks before she drifted into sleep.
Edward smiled, wrapped her in his arms, and held her until he, too,
drifted away.
Remembering the love they had shared, he kissed
her again and then settled her onto the settee.
She instantly missed being on his lap
but didn’t complain as he handed her the tapestry.
Blushing, she found her hands shaking as
she took up her needle once more.
Edward dropped another kiss onto the top of her head and then settled at
his desk.
He wondered if she had
also thought of how
their
morning had begun and
smiled.
While she had a far way to
go in her training, she was quickly proving to be a very passionate and mostly
willing student.
While the two enjoyed their memories, Lucille
struggled to maintain her composure.
Professor Thorne attempted to apologize, but realized he was making the
situation worse.
“Please Sir, please just forget it.
There is nothing for you to apologize
for.
Please, can we just
study?”
Charles sighed, wishing he
could make the small woman understand that he sympathized with her, and held
her in no fault for the embarrassing scene.
Seeing her eyes filled with tears, he
nodded.
“Certainly Miss Furniss.”
She was grateful when he handed a new
sheet of problems to her and began to explain them.
Lucy found it hard to focus on his words
through the sheen of tears in her eyes, but was grateful he had dropped the
awkward attempts to discuss what had happened.
They studied for another two hours
before Mrs. Bremmer announced she needed them to clear the table so that lunch
could be served.
Charles began
gathering the scattered papers, and Lucille excused herself to take care of
some personal needs.
She was soon
behind the closed door of her room and her composure crumbled.
She cried out and then pressed her fist
into her mouth to stifle the sounds of her pain.
Furious at herself, she shook her head
and forced herself to take care of her need, straighten her clothing and
prepare herself for the luncheon she was sure to be uncomfortable.
She heard her name being called, and was
quick to open her door and hurry down the stairs.
When she entered the dining room,
everyone was standing.
“Excuse me for being late,” she said to no one
in particular.
Professor Lloyds was
quick to pull out her chair and seat her.
She blushed as she saw Edward smiling over at her but quickly lowered
her eyes.
The meal was a quiet one
but didn’t grow uncomfortable until Edward spoke at the end.
“It’s time to see how well you can concentrate,
Lucille.
Please go into my study
and I will join you in a bit.”
Lucy
forced herself not to shake as she pushed back her chair and stood.
“Yes sir,” she said quietly and walked with as
much dignity as possible out of the room.
Edward asked Charles for the quiz he had prepared.
Charles passed it to Louisa who, in
turn, handed it to her husband.
She
had given the paper a quick glance and said a prayer that her sister would be
able to answer the multiple problems correctly.
Edward read down the page and then stood.
“If you’ll both excuse me, I will give the quiz
to Lucille and hope she does well.
Perhaps you’d enjoy a turn about the garden while you wait?”
Louisa took her cue and turned to
Professor Lloyds.
“I’d be glad to show you the gardens, Sir.”
Charles smiled at the small woman, again
seeing the fact that while the sisters were identical, he could now immediately
tell them apart.
There was a
certain look in Louisa’s eyes that showed her innocence, while her sister had
the same beautiful eyes but they contained a definite wariness.
He stood and helped Louisa to stand.
“I’d love to accompany you, Lady
Wintercrest.”
Edward saw her eyes
dart to him and knew she wondered at the proper response to the address she had
been told not to expect.
He smiled
and gave her a small nod.
She
relaxed and allowed her former teacher to tuck her hand in his arm.
She led him towards the large set of
French doors in the parlor and they stepped outside.
The day was beautiful, the air crisp and
not yet stifling with the coming heat of summer.
While Charles wondered how his student
was faring, he found himself truly enjoying both the walk through the
beautifully laid-out gardens, as well as the quiet company of his hostess.
Louisa quietly pointed out various
plantings, and would stop often to bend forward to smell some blossom or
another.
Her delight in the flowers
was obvious.
They were passing
across the back of the house when they both heard a sharp cry rent the
air.
Louisa would have stumbled if not for the quick
reaction of her guest.
Her face
showed her distress. “Oh, I fear for Lucy.
I… I guess she didn’t do well.”
Charles heard the true concern in her voice.
“It wasn’t for lack of trying I assure you, Lady
Wintercrest.
She was nothing but
attentive in applying herself to her studies.
I… I’m not sure why she failed.”
Louisa understood immediately that this
man was quickly seeing her sister as something more than his student.
She saw him look towards the house as
another cry floated out the open window and was borne to them on the air.
She saw his pain and confusion and found
herself comforting him.
“I’m sure you did the best you could,
Professor.
Lucy just has so much to
learn in such a short time.
Mathematics has always been difficult for her.
Ask her anything about history or
English, and I assure you she outshines everyone.
Don’t give up on her, I beg you.
Please, please help her to succeed.”
He dropped his eyes to see her staring
up at him with love for her sister shining from her eyes.
He patted her hand and promised, “Never, Lady
Wintercrest.
I would never abandon
Miss Furniss.
I promise to better
prepare her.
I know she can pass
the exam; I just know it.”
Louisa took heart in his sincere belief that her
sister could succeed.
“Thank you
Sir,” she said softly.
He swallowed
hard, and though he knew they should walk away from the house, for some reason
they both stood as if in witness or support of Lucille.
The sharp cracks of what was most
obviously a paddle being used against a bare bottom echoed about the garden,
chased by Lucy’s screams, cries and pleas for mercy.
Still, neither moved until the cries
gradually faded and when the air was once again filled with the sounds of
birds, they continued their walk.
It was several moments later before Charles opened the door and stepped
aside to let Louisa enter before him.
They entered the dining room nearly the same
moment that Edward guided Lucille into the room.
Lucy dared not look at anyone, but
immediately went to the same chair she had occupied all morning, and as
steadily as she could, seated
herself
, trying to
neither wince nor squirm.
Her
bottom ached, but didn’t burn with the fire it had after her birching the
evening before.
Edward hadn’t
wasted time with any lectures.
She
had failed the quiz, and they both had known what that meant.
When he had told her to stand, she had
done so, her hands aching to reach behind her.
Edward had moved from behind his desk
and taken her arm.
Lucy flushed as
she remembered the way he had unceremoniously bent her over the arm of one of
the chairs, lifted her skirts and petticoats and thrown them up onto her
back.
She had felt her bloomers
being untied and roughly pulled down to fall at her ankles.
She had buried her face in her hands but
had been able to see her guardian walk to the cabinet, open one door and pick
up a wooden paddle.
Edward had
heard her gasp upon glimpsing inside the cabinet, and knew she had seen the
dozens of different implements from which he would choose.
Lucy had begun to cry even before Edward
lifted the paddle above her bottom.