Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) (10 page)

Lucy was amazed at how modern the room was.  A large copper tub was against one wall and she watched as Molly gingerly turned a knob.  They both watched in
wonder as water began to run into the tub, the steam quickly filling the room.  Molly turned the other knob and was relieved to find cold water mix with the hot, the tub soon filled to a proper temperature that wouldn’t scald her young charge.  Lucy stood still as she was undressed.  After Molly pinned Lucy’s hair on top of her head, she led her to a bench that served as a privy right on the train.  Lucy flushed as she was seated but quickly made her toilet, not wanting to give her nanny any cause to tell her Papa that she had been naughty.  She was further embarrassed when Molly held out a cloth and ordered Lucy to open her legs so that she could be wiped properly.  Lucy had never been treated to such an act before and simply shut her eyes tightly until Molly helped her from the seat.  Molly was pleased and silently thanked Bertha for the instruction to simply proceed with anything necessary without hesitating to wonder if her own little one would accept whatever was being done to her.  After all, it simply wasn’t necessary to worry about how Lucy felt when she was simply doing her job and being a good nanny.  Sinking into the water, Lucy gave a soft moan as it felt wonderful against her skin.  Molly didn’t allow her to soak for long as she knew Bertha intended to bathe Emmie as well.

Soaping a new cloth, Molly was soon instructing Lucy to close her eyes as her face was scrubbed and then rinsed.  Lucy had been bathed by Molly before and wasn’t truly concerned until Molly ordered her to her knees
, further instructing her to spread her knees as far apart as the tub would allow.  Lucy obeyed, her face flushing when she felt her nanny’s fingers spread apart the lips of her sex and using her free hand to scrub quite hard and most thoroughly every crease and crevice.  Lucy squealed but after a warning look, again shut her eyes and clenched her jaw, determined to be the good girl she had promised Lucas she would be.  She understood she wasn’t being helped to bathe by her ladies maid – she was being bathed by her nanny.  Having met Emmie, she knew that if she were naughty, not being allowed to play and talk with her new friend would be a harder punishment to take than even a spanking.

“Good girl.  I believe we can wait another day before giving your pussy a shave,
” Molly said, her fingers sliding across Lucy’s sex as if to see if the beginnings of stubble had appeared.  Lucy quivered at the thought but Molly simply removed her hand and then ordered Lucy to turn around.  Lucy whimpered only a bit when she was instructed to part her cheeks.  She obeyed though her face turned scarlet as she felt the cloth scrubbing at her cleft, seeming to concentrate on the tiny opening to her bottom.  Molly ignored her whimper as she scrubbed all of Lucy’s little bottom.  She was pleased to see that the welts from her switching were far less prominent than they had been even that afternoon.  She helped Lucy from the tub, wrapping her in a thick towel and drying her quickly.  Lucy raised her arms so that a nightgown could be pulled over her head.  She noticed that it was far thinner than the one she had worn during her nap.  She also noticed that she was not offered any drawers.  She blushed knowing that it would always be so when she was put to bed for the night.  She found herself grateful for the gown, happy for some covering regardless of how little the gown truly concealed.  Her hair was unpinned and brushed, left loose and free to fall across her breasts and down her back to brush against the swell of her bottom.  Molly tidied the room, dropping the cloth and the towel she had used into a large basket by the door. 

“Come along, Lucille,” Molly instructed reaching for Lucy’s hand.  Lucy blushed when the door was opened and she realized that Emmie and her nanny were in the corridor.  Having them share the car suddenly didn’t seem like such fun.  Emmie gave her a soft smile to reassure her that seeing Lucy in such a garment didn’t surprise her at all.

“Good night, Lucy,” Emmie said softly.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”  Lucy relaxed as she remembered how wonderful it had been to play with the child-woman.

“Good night, Emmie.  I’ll
bring Nellie to play with Carolina tomorrow.  I hope you sleep well,” Lucy said.  The door at the end of the compartment opened and Lucy saw the porter, a tray balanced on his hand, two bottles of milk the only items on the tray.  She heard Emmie’s soft moan and Lucy felt sorry for her friend as she was obviously being made to drink an extra bottle of milk to help teach her that she was to drink what her Papa wished.  Lucy moved closer to her nanny at the sight of the porter as he walked towards them.  Molly quickly pulled Lucy into her husband’s room realizing how scantily clad the little woman was in her night gown.  Molly moved to turn down the bed.  When she went to the closet to hang up Lucy’s clothing, Lucy crawled into the bed, drawing the covers up to her chin.  Molly smiled but shook her head when she returned to the bed.

“Not yet, sweetie,” Molly informed her and opened the box on the table.  Lucy felt her stomach flip as she watched her
nanny remove the thermometer.  “Go ahead and roll over onto your tummy,” Molly instructed as she placed the thermometer into the container of lubricant she had opened.  Lucy understood that her obedience was being tested even as she reluctantly obeyed.  Molly quickly pushed a pillow under Lucy’s hips, lifting her bottom before she lifted her gown.  The silky fabric slid down to partially cover Lucy’s hips when Molly released it.  Frowning, Molly pushed it up again and then again until it was practically at Lucy’s neck.

“We shall have to do something about y
our gowns, Lucy.  It would be a dreadful shame if this pretty fabric got sticky from your lube or your salve,” Molly said as she took the thermometer from the jar of lube, wiping it clean and then shaking it down before dipping just the very end back into the jar.  Lucy didn’t speak, her eyes seeming locked on the object that her nanny held in one hand.  With her free hand, Molly smiled and reached down to pat Lucy’s bottom.  “You know what to do, Missy, wide open if you please.”  Lucy shuddered but obediently put her hands behind her, spreading her own bottom cheeks open.  Molly was very pleased with her obedience, slowly and carefully inserting the thermometer into Lucy’s bottom.  Molly remained standing at the side of the bed, holding the end of the glass tube.  Lucy was very grateful that she didn’t remove and reseat it several times as she had done before.  After a few minutes, Lucy gave a small whimper of discomfort though Molly knew it came from embarrassment at her position and condition, not from any physical pain.  “Settle,” Molly said firmly, the single word enough to find Lucy once more lying still as time seemed to drag by until Lucy finally felt the tube being slowly removed. 

“
Wonderful, your temperature is normal,” Molly said once more patting Lucy’s rear.  When Lucy let out her breath in relief, Molly smiled.  “Stay still, I’m going to apply the salve to your bottom and legs.  It is helping you heal much faster.  You can’t even tell this little bottom got a spanking earlier though you do have some welts from your switching that haven’t disappeared.”  Lucy nodded, her eyes eventually drifting closed as her nanny tended to her, her fingers gently applying the soothing salve.  Molly gently parted Lucy’s cheeks having seen a small welt when Lucy had spread her own cheeks apart.  Lucy gave a soft moan but didn’t complain.

“You were very good, little one,” Molly said as she wiped her hands clean.  “I’m so happy that I can tell your Papa that you behaved even though I know you don’t like
having your temperature taken in your bottom.”  Lucy blushed but nodded.  She was also very grateful she had been the good girl she had promised to be.  Molly let the salve dry for several minutes before removing the pillow beneath Lucy’s hips and drawing her gown down to cover her nakedness.  She pulled the covers up and tucked Lucy into the bed.  She bent and kissed Lucy’s cheek.

“Sleep well, little one.  Your Papa will join you in a bit.”

“Good night, Miss Molly,” Lucy said sleepily, her doll held tight in her arms again.  Molly tucked the pacifier into Lucy’s mouth, ready to scold if Lucy spit it from her mouth.  Molly was very pleased to see Lucy’s eyes close, her mouth working the pacifier slowly but steadily, the gentle rocking of the train lulling her into sleep.  Bending, Molly kissed her once more before lowering the wick in the lamp leaving the room illuminated by a soft glow.  She left the room quietly knowing Bertha would join her after Emmie was put to bed.  Molly was excited, and after feeding Cleo, she tidied the room and opened the door when a soft knock sounded.  The two nannies were soon talking and knitting, enjoying an hour or so of time to themselves.  Bertha continued to give Molly advice and encouragement in her duties as a new nanny as the special women they served slept in their Papa’s beds. 

“I can’t believe that you know Eleanor,” Lucas chuckled as he and Stefan enjoyed a cigar and a glass of brandy in the well-appointed smoking car.  “I’ve known her for years and often visited her school but never saw your sweet little Emmaline.” 

“Well, since you arrived back in the country only a short time ago, I can understand why,” Stefan said.  “
Emmie was betrothed to me when she was but a young girl.  I have known her family for years.  I decided that when she reached her majority I would place her into Eleanor’s school.  She spent six months in training and we wed immediately afterwards.  If you’d come home a year earlier, I’m sure you would have seen her among Eleanor’s charges.”  Lucas nodded and smiled remembering the many young women Eleanor had trained and placed in marriage with men that would treasure her students as the special women-child brides who craved the submissive lifestyle. 

Stefan smiled remembering every detail of his wife’s schooling.  “
I’m a man that doesn’t like a lot of fuss and had no desire to spend my time training my child-wife for what I would be expecting.  Eleanor did a wonderful job.  By the time I wed my Emmie, she had become a very obedient little girl who understood her need for a strict but loving Papa.”  He paused to take a sip of his drink.  “Granted, Eleanor had to redden her bottom quite often at first as Emmie tended to be slow to abide by all her rules.  I must say, I rather looked forward to the weekly reports that Eleanor sent to my home.  I could follow every aspect of Emmie’s training without all the work.  I would visit once a month and it was always quite entertaining having my little girl confess all her transgressions knowing she would end the visit over my lap, dress well up, drawers down and getting her little bottom blistered.  It really is quite fascinating how Eleanor seems to be able to teach these special women how to bend but not break.  I might not enjoy a lot of fuss but I most certainly enjoy occasionally having to tame Emmie’s wild spirit.”  Lucas smiled though he was finding the training of his own special little one under his tutelage immensely satisfying and couldn’t imagine missing a single moment or allowing another to teach his bride. 

“I suppose the world isn’t as large as one tends to believe,” Lucas stated.  “Imagine, we meet on this train, the very first train trip either of our girls have enjoyed, you not only know Eleanor, you sent your Emmie to her and we discover your home is
but a short distance from Hunter’s Ridge.”  Stefan laughed and the men talked for another hour about various subjects.  They played a few hands of cards with another few gentlemen but when asked if they would like another drink, they both declined.  Stefan chuckled and informed the men that Lucas was a newlywed.  Though most of the men gave Lucas knowing smiles, one gentleman simply snorted.

“Better bed her while you can, young man,” the man said, “Too soon she will no longer be your blushing bride eager for your embraces.  They all start out pretending great love and
if not exactly willing to allow you into their bed, they don’t attempt to deny you your husbandly rights.  I tell you, it won’t last long.  Before you know it, she will plead headaches or fatigue and you’ll be lucky to climb on top of her once a month after she births your first child.”  Stefan and Lucas smiled, both knowing that was exactly why they had desired to find the special women who truly lived to submit and obey.  Both men had seen many marriages become cold, each couple drawing away from their spouse; the men to take mistresses to satisfy their lust, the women willing to look the other way, contenting themselves with running a household, gossiping with other women such as themselves or raising children.  Though both men knew that their wives’ roles would change again if and when they were blessed with children, both also knew that behind the closed door of their bedchamber, they would remain little ones to their Papas for the rest of their lives subject to the same submission and obedience their roles demanded today, both eager for their husbands embraces.  Until then, each intended to enjoy their special little ladies immensely.  As Lucas and Stefan left the smoking car, they both knew that they had their precious brides snuggled into their beds and cherished them all the more for their submission and absolute love. 

The men parted as each sought their own chambers.  Lucas saw his bride sleeping, her lips slightly parted, the pacifier she had
been obviously suckling now lying on the pillow beside her, having fallen from her sweet lips.  Lucas smiled knowing the pacifier served many purposes.  Introducing it as an object from which his little one could draw comfort allowed Lucy to become used to having something large filling her mouth.  As she would be put down to nap and sleep with it every day, her jaws would grow stronger which would allow her to offer her mouth for her husband’s pleasure for a longer time without tiring.  The infantile object made a wonderful gag as well.  There was a strap that could be threaded through the ring of the pacifier and fastened at the back of Lucy’s head which would make sure it remained deep in her mouth, rendering even her loudest cries or pleas for mercy muffled and incoherent if she ever needed her bottom thrashed without drawing unwanted attention.  While Lucas would never care if members of his family, staff, or his closest friends bore witness to Lucy’s cries and promises of better behavior during a punishment, he had no intention of subjecting her to the scrutiny of strangers outside this type of lifestyle who didn’t understand the special dynamics involved between the couple.