Authors: Maggie Ryan
Edward chuckled and said, “Everything
Louisa.
You won’t be needing
clothing for a while, and certainly shall never wear this uniform again.”
Louisa’s eyes clenched tight as she felt
his hands began to work on the laces of her corset.
She could feel the warmth of his skin as
he ran his hand over the mound of her bottom, and couldn’t contain a wince as
he traced a wheal placed there by the cane.
“Tell me young lady, were you wet when
you were caned?”
Louisa was shocked by the question, and her mind
whirled, trying to wrap itself around the unexpectedness of it.
She felt her face burn hotly.
She heard him chuckle even as his hand
slipped between her legs to cup her sex through her bloomers.
She struggled internally, but as his
hand continued to make its presence known, she couldn’t contain a small
moan
as he pressed harder up against her.
“Were you wet, Louisa?”
She shook her head, her shame at the question
belying her body’s response.
He
chuckled again and removed his hand.
She shook as he finished unlacing her corset and removed it.
He was quick to remove her chemise,
until she was almost nude.
He saw her hands lift to flutter over her
breasts and he warned, “No!
Keep
your hands down Louisa.
You know
better now don’t you?”
She nodded again and then yelped as she felt his
hand slap hard against her right buttock.
“You also know to properly answer me, little lady.”
He spanked her hard again until she went
up onto her toes in an attempt to distance her bottom from his hand.
“I’m sorry, Sir!” she cried as his hand
connected once again.
Edward gave her a final swat before reaching to
untie her bloomers.
He watched her
face as he very slowly, very deliberately pushed them down her legs, until they
settled at her ankles.
He adored
watching her emotions, her shame flood her face, as she was stripped nude
before him.
He also saw her nipples
tighten and her breasts flush a pretty pink color, and knew he would find her
wet between her legs.
His thought
reminded him of his earlier question and the fact it had gone unanswered,
“I asked if you were wet during your caning,
Louisa.
Answer me.”
She moaned and her eyes met his,
pleading for his mercy.
Edward knew
it was so hard for her to speak of such things but knew he wanted an answer,
and demanded it as his due.
“You
always become quite wet when I’ve punished, you little one.
Tell me, did Headmaster Thorne’s caning
cause your sex to cream?”
Louisa felt her eyes fill, and she finally
answered, “No… no sir.
I… I wasn’t
wet down there.”
“Down where?
I won’t warn you again, Louisa.
Answer me, and do so properly.”
Louisa shook as she felt a tear slide down her
cheek.
“Please… please Edward,
please don’t ask me such things.
It…
it isn’t pro… proper.”
Edward stood
from where he had been kneeling when removing her drawers, and without a word
of warning, simply put one arm around her waist, lifted her off her feet and
bent her over his knee.
Even as she
struggled to find some sense of balance in her impossible position, his hand
began to slap onto her bottom, the sounds like gunshots echoing around the
room.
Her struggles increased as
her little feet kicked in the air.
Soon she was screeching and begging, “No… please no more.
Please!
Please Sir, I’m sorry!”
Edward ignored her cries and continued
to roast her bottom with his large hand.
His voice calm and unhurried, he spoke above the
cracks of his hand, “Answer me properly, little lady.
I warned you that my tolerance has come
to an end.
If I have to spend every
hour of every day roasting your bottom to teach you respect, then I shall.
I’ll continue spanking you until you
answer the question you’ve now been asked twice.”
Louisa screeched as his tempo increased and his
hand began to move down the backs of her legs.
The pain was sharp and burning.
She finally screamed, “My pussey!
It’s my pussey, Papa!”
The spanking stopped immediately upon
her response, and she was placed back onto her feet.
Her hands flew behind her to clench at
the throbbing skin of her bottom and her feet did a little dance as she jumped
up and down to relieve the fire he had ignited.
Edward knew he should not allow her to
attempt to relieve the sting of her spanking, but found he enjoyed what he
called her ‘hot bottom dance.’
He knew he was well on his way to putting his little
one in the proper submissive state.
She had finally called him Papa, and he found he had very much missed
that form of address, which he preferred.
He smiled, watching her antics for a few moments, before he reached out
and forced her hands from her bottom.
“Enough, Louisa.
If you
don’t want your bottom to burn, you must learn to answer me immediately, no
matter if the question causes you shame.”
She continued to sob even as she felt his hand
insinuate itself between her tightly clenched legs.
He gave her a look of warning, and she
forced herself to ease her feet apart just enough to allow his hand to find its
goal.
As his fingers slipped to her
little slit, she sobbed harder, knowing he would find her quite damp
indeed.
She felt humiliated at her
body’s betrayal; her tummy clenched and a tingle began between her legs.
Edward kept his fingertip just a breath away
from her sex, as he looked deep into her eyes.
“I don’t believe you are being honest,
Louisa.
You were bent over with your
bottom bare. You were being caned quite harshly and your little pussey wasn’t
wet?
Not at all, my dear?
Not even a bit damp?”
It was as if he could read her mind, something
she almost believed he could.
Her
face flushed even as she whispered, “Not from him Pa… Papa… just when… when… ”
She couldn’t continue.
Edward allowed her a moment to compose herself,
as he removed his hand from between her legs and knelt to remove her boots and
stockings.
Once she was completely
nude, he gathered up her clothing and placed them on a small stool.
When he turned to face her, she raised
her eyes to his, hers wet with tears, her lip trembling.
She was the picture of abject misery, a
perfect portrayal of a little girl knowing she had been very naughty and was just
moments away from paying a painful price.
Edward’s heart swelled with love for his little bride, though he
continued to demand her embarrassing participation in her own chastisement.
“Tell me truthfully, little lady; when did you
feel your sweet little pussey becoming wet?”
She sobbed knowing she had lost and admitted the
awful truth.
“When… when you told
me to pre… present my bot… bottom to the ca…
cane and ask…
ask for an extra stroke.”
Edward was extremely pleased with her
answer.
He had learned within days
of their marriage that she responded to punishment in a surprising, but
extremely pleasing, way.
Though he
had curtailed her true training for several weeks now, it seemed as if her body
would constantly betray her. With this latest confession, he learned that she
was also responding to his voice and commands as well, without his even laying
a hand on her.
“That’s my very good
little girl.
I am pleased you spoke
the truth, Louisa.
It is a shame I
had to spank your little bottom in order for you to answer me, though.
It seems my sweet one is in need of much
attention today.
You have so many
lessons to learn and, sweetie, you need not worry about what anyone else might
think or believe.
Your job is to
worry about obeying me
;
not society. I will decide
what is proper or not. I know you must be a bit confused, but that doesn’t
negate the need for punishment, does it?”
She broke and began to sob, “Please… please Sir…
please don’t spank me again.”
Edward reached up and stroked her cheek, his thumbs wiping away the
tears as they fell from her eyes.
“But I must.
I must teach
you to be a good girl, Louisa.
You
have only begun to learn what I demand of you, and we will discuss this
further.
However, our time alone
grows short, and I need to tend properly to your little bottom.
First we need to address your
deceit.”
Louisa began to shake even
harder as he took her hand and led her to the washstand.
He looked down at her and said, “You
know that I will never tolerate lying, young lady.
Lying is a very nasty habit, which will
always be punished.
Open your mouth
and stick out your tongue.”
Louisa’s face turned red, as she did as he
ordered.
She stood beside him, her
mouth open as she watched him pour some water into the bowl on the washstand.
He picked up the bar of soap and a
cloth.
She began to whimper as he
worked a large amount of suds into the cloth and then turned to her.
She took a step back and shook her head
as he raised the cloth to her mouth.
“Don’t” was all he said, his voice low, but his
authority absolute.
He put one hand
behind her head to hold her in place.
His eyes locked with hers and she found herself opening her mouth even
wider.
He pushed the horrid cloth
inside and began to scrub every inch of her mouth.
Louisa began to struggle against his
hold, the soap filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.
He ignored her gasps, easily able to
restrain her small body with just the hold of his one hand.
“Be still, Louisa.
Naughty, deceitful children need to have
their mouths washed out.
A good
soaping will help you remember to choose your words more carefully.
Stick that tongue out for Papa.”
Shame engulfed her as she gagged, but obediently
offered him her tongue.
He scrubbed
the entire surface of her tongue making sure soap covered every inch.
He made sure to scrub the surface of
every tooth and the roof of her mouth.
Soap was foaming from her lips as he finally removed the cloth.
She gagged again, wanting to retch into
the bowl.
“You will keep your mouth closed and think about
why little girls should never lie to their Papas.
You lied to Mrs. Bremmer as well, and
for that she will be giving you quite a thorough washing herself after your
nap.”
Her eyes grew huge and she
shook her head as if begging him to reconsider.
Edward simply chuckled and dried his
hands on the towel hanging from the washstand.
“I see you remember your last cleansing,
my dear.
Again, I take part of the
blame.
If I hadn’t forestalled your
training, perhaps the need for a reminder wouldn’t be necessary.
Reminded, though, you shall be.
Now, you may spit out the soap but
no rinsing.
I want the taste of it
coating your mouth while I tend to your bottom.”
Louisa spit repeatedly into the bowl
trying desperately to remove all traces of the soap.
However, the ridges of her teeth
captured flakes that she was unable to remove without a thorough and repeated
rinsing.
Edward pulled her away
from the washstand after wiping her mouth dry.
“Come little girl;
enough stalling.
It is time
for your spanking and then a nice nap before dinner.”
Louisa began to sob harder, though she
didn’t try to pull away as Edward sat himself on the ottoman and pulled her
over his knees.