Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) (15 page)

Lucy knew she would be spanked but also knew that Molly needed to hear her confession before she used the brush.  “It’s my fault,” Lucy said quietly.  Molly was about to nod in agreement that Lucy had earned the upcoming spanking all by herself when Lucy shook her head.  “I never should have said those things.  I…I never should have hit you.  I…it was so awful
that I cur…cursed at you.  It’s my fault, not…not yours.  I…I left the door open…it’s my fault that Cleo is gone.  Oh, Miss Molly, it’s all my fault!” Lucy confessed and then threw herself into Molly’s arms.  Molly dropped the brush to the floor for the second time as she gathered the little woman onto her lap.  Lucy clung to her, apologizing again and again, her heart broken from the loss of Cleo as well as from the horrible things she had accused Molly of doing. 

Molly gently rocked Lucy in her arms, her hand once more stroking her back as she made soothing sounds in her throat.  She understood what had happened and could even imagine how Lucy must have thought Molly had allowed Cleo out of her room by mistake.  Neither woman was aware
when the train began to move, pulling out of the station.  Molly was still holding Lucy tight when her door opened and Lucas stepped inside.  Molly gave him a questioning look and was saddened when he slowly shook his head.  Neither he, Stefan nor Mr. Brannon had found Cleo.  Lucas wasn’t surprised to see the hairbrush on the floor but was a bit surprised to see Lucy being cradled and soothed by the woman she had been so hateful towards.  He had fully expected to find his wife with a blazing bottom standing in the corner or bent over the narrow bed, her aching bottom on display.  His confusion increased when he looked more closely at his wife realizing she could not present a red, punished rear as it appeared her little bottom had not yet even been bared for any stroke of discipline.  Had Molly been unable to bare Lucy’s bottom to fulfill her required duties or perhaps allowed Lucy to retain her drawers during her spanking?  Surely the young nanny had seen enough of Lucy’s previous discipline to understand she was always to be bared when her bottom was tended to.  His eyebrow lifted as he bent to pick up the brush.

Molly understood his confusion and while she continued to rock Lucy, she
explained that she had yet to spank Lucy as the small woman had wished to make a full confession before her spanking.  Lucas nodded as Molly proceeded to repeat Lucy’s confession.  Lucas took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  He had been shocked at Lucy’s tantrum but at least could understand why she had reacted the way she did.  Though he would never condone her cursing or treating anyone with the disrespect that she had when throwing her tantrum, he had been telling himself that it had all happened because she had lost his gift of Cleo.  Hearing Molly’s account of Lucy’s story and discovering that it had been Lucy’s fault, that she had been careless when last playing with her kitten, made him far less sympathetic.  Despite the fact that she had indeed lost Cleo, it was time for her to remember that little girls, especially privileged little ladies, did not screech like fishwives, hit and kick at their nanny or curse like sailors fresh off the boats.  He was about to speak to that fact when Molly loosened her hold around Lucy and then gently guided her to stand between her knees.  Pulling a handkerchief from her apron pocket, she wiped away the tears on Lucy’s cheeks and then held the cloth to her nose. 

“Blow, Lucille,” Molly instructed gently and was pleased when Lucy instantly ob
eyed.  Even though Molly knew the poor girl would soon be wailing again, she wanted the first spanking given over her nanny’s lap to be one that was conducted properly with loving but firm guidance.  Lucy’s eyes still sparkled with her tears but her breathing was normal, the panic having dissipated with Molly’s comfort.  Her face clean, her runny nose taken care of, the miscreant was once more calm and ready to face the spanking she knew she had certainly earned.  Lucy had listened to Molly tell Lucas what had really happened and knew that Cleo had not been found.

She
turned away from Molly and moved to stand in front of her husband.  “Thank you for trying to find Cleo, Papa,” she said quietly.  “I…I am so sorry for everything.  I…I won’t make a fuss for Miss Molly.  May…may I please have my brush?”  Lucas silently handed it to her and watched as she pressed her lips to the wooden back of the brush before holding it out to Molly.  “I’m so, so sorry, Miss Molly.  Please, may…may I have my spanking?” Molly did very well in not showing her surprise.  She simply nodded, accepted the brush and laid it beside her.  Lucy returned to stand between her nanny’s knees and didn’t fuss or move as the ribbon holding her drawers was loosened.  Molly settled herself on the bed and patted her lap.  Lucy took a deep breath and then willingly laid herself across her nanny’s lap.  Molly adjusted her charge against her until her bottom was perfectly positioned. 

Molly ran the palm of her hand over Lucy’s rounded buttocks and then gave a soft pat right in the center.  “Lift up your hips, Lucille
. Let’s get these pretty drawers down so your little bottom is properly bared for your spanking,” Molly instructed.  Lucas heard his wife give a soft moan and saw her face flush as she lifted her hips, allowing her nanny to slowly draw down the soft white fabric of her drawers until her bottom was quite bare.  Lucas found himself impressed at the way Molly was conducting the scene and also realized that the bunched fabric directly beneath the small cheeks of his wife’s bare bottom made quite a picture.  His wife looked like a small naughty little girl, her thin yet definitely womanly frame draped over her nanny’s lap, the white drawers bunched under the curve of her bottom, the thin chemise covering her torso.  Lucas realized that allowing her to remain clothed, except for the specific area of her rounded bottom, made the scene highly erotic.  Lucas nodded his approval to Molly. 

“When you are done, please bring her to me,” he said quietly. 

“Yes, Sir,” Molly said as he left the compartment.  He had not opened his own door before he heard the first sharp slap of the brush against Lucy’s bottom.  Satisfied that Molly would do her duty, he opened his own door and stepped inside.

Molly did not spare Lucy’s bottom.  Slap after slap of the brush connected with her upraised bottom until Lucy was sobbing and kicking her feet. 

“Oh…oh…please, Miss Molly, stop…please, no more,” Lucy begged as the brush ignited a fire on her bottom.  She had been determined to accept her chastisement without fuss but as the brush continued to take sharp bites out of her bottom, she couldn’t remain still. “I’m so sorry…Please, Miss Molly, stop… I’m…owww!”  Molly simply tightened her grip and tilted Lucy over her lap a bit further to force her bottom higher.  Lucy was given a small reprieve but only long enough for Molly to push her drawers down to her knees, exposing the backs of Lucy’s thighs.  Understanding her intention, Lucy wailed even louder.

“No, please, N
anny, don’t…don’t spank my… owwww!” Lucy’s cries grew in intensity as the brush slapped hard and fast against the very sensitive flesh of her thighs.

“You were a very, very naughty little girl,” Molly began to lecture as the brush continued to fall.  “Proper little ladies do not throw tantrums.”  The brush peppered down her left thigh and Lucy arched and wailed at the
burning fire each stroke ignited.  “Proper little ladies do not hit and kick and scream at their nanny.”  The brush moved to assault her right thigh until Lucy was jerking and twisting almost succeeding in tumbling off Molly’s lap.  Molly lifted the brush high and slapped it as hard as she could right onto the center of Lucy’s bottom.

“Be still!” she ordered firmly and was pleased when Lucy froze and then collapsed over her knees,
finally truly submitting to her punishment, her hands braced on the floor, her legs dropping behind her, her little toes finding the floor.  “Proper little ladies definitely do not continue to say vulgar, nasty words,” Molly continued the lecture as well as the spanking, the swats coming fast and furious.  “After your Papa tends to this naughty little bottom, I’m going to be filling it up with lots and lots of hot soapy water to teach you what happens to little ladies that like to spill filth from their little mouths.”  Lucy wailed at that announcement and then wailed louder when Molly continued.  “And, young lady, when your bottom is nice and full, I’m going to take this brush and give this bottom another dose while you hold your medicine and hopefully learn your lesson once and for all.”  Molly finished giving the first spanking of the hundreds she would administer throughout the remainder of Lucy’s life.  Satisfied that the young woman had no reason to doubt that her former maid would indeed be a firm, very strict yet loving nanny, Molly finally allowed the brush to come to a stop in the center of Lucy’s bottom.  After just a few moments, she patted the hot flesh.

“
Up now and bend your naughty self over the table,” Molly directed as she helped the punished girl off her lap and pointed to the small table beneath the window.  Lucy hobbled to the table, her drawers still around her knees, their white color accentuating the vivid, hot red flesh of Lucy’s thighs and bottom.  When Lucy reached the table, she bent forward, the edge of the table pressing against her hips, her torso lying on the surface. “Arms folded across your back, Lucille.  Stick that hot fanny well out.  You will lie there and think about your naughtiness,” Molly instructed and Lucy did as she was told.  Her bottom burned and throbbed but she found her heart pounding knowing that not only did she still have to face her Papa and his dose of discipline; she knew her nanny not only wielded a brush just as purposefully as Mrs. Bremmer  but that Molly would not fail to do every single thing she had promised Lucy to expect. 

Molly kept her over the desk for thirty minutes.  She wanted Lucy to not only think about her behavior, she also wanted to give the little red bottom time to cool before she underwent
her Papa’s chastisement.  When it was time, she called Lucy to her and wiped her face with a cool cloth.  “I want you to be a good girl for your Papa, Lucy,” Molly said as she wiped the tear tracks from Lucy’s cheeks.  I know you are truly sorry for how you acted but must submit properly to your Papa’s discipline.”

“Yes,
Nanny,” Lucy said quietly, her time over the table allowing her to calm and get herself under control again.  Molly pulled Lucy’s drawers up, tying the ribbon tightly around her waist in a neat little bow.  Lucy flushed again knowing her drawers would soon be discarded yet again.  Molly smiled knowing that part of a good punishment was in taking the time to slowly bare the naughty one’s bottom for her or make her bare it herself.  She turned Lucy around and brushed her hair until it shone before braiding it.  It would not only make it less likely to tangle when Lord Huntington tended to his little one’s bottom, it would already be prepared for when he put the punished little girl to bed.  Taking her hand, Molly led her to the door.  Taking a deep breath, Lucy didn’t fuss when she was pulled into the corridor and to the door where she knew her Papa - her angry, disappointed Papa was waiting for her arrival.  Molly entered after knocking and hearing Lucas call out his permission to enter.

Lucy found she couldn’t lift her eyes, her shame far t
oo great to face her Papa.  Though she knew he would forgive her, for the very first time she felt a deep need to be punished before he offered her any such forgiveness. 

“Thank you, Molly,” Lucas said as he stood from where he had been seated at the small desk.  “I’ll take it from here.  Lucy shall be confined to this room
until dinner.  You are free to do as you please until dinner after which you may return to your duties.”  Molly curtsied and nodded.

“Yes, Sir, thank you,” Molly said and released Lucy’s hand.  She turned to leave and shook her head when she saw Lucy’s small hands go behind her to
cup her aching bottom.  She reached down and gently guided Lucy’s hands away from her bum, pressing them to her sides.  “You know better than to rub your naughty spanked bottom, Lucille.  I expect you to be a good girl for your Papa.” 

“Yes, Nanny,”
Lucy sniffled and nodded, her cheeks flaming as pink as her bottom at the correction.  Once Molly had departed, Lucas took his seat again. 

“Come here, Lucille,” he ordered.  Lucy instantly went to him, her eyes watching every step her bare feet took across the small room.  When she saw her husband’s
shiny black boots beneath her gaze, she stopped, her hands moving of their own accord to fold behind her back, each hand cupping the opposite elbow.  Lucas was extremely pleased as he had also seen her drop her hands to cover her bottom.  “Turn around and present your bare bottom so that I might see Nanny Molly’s handiwork,” he said softly.  Lucy flushed but obeyed, turning from him and untying the bow at her waist with trembling fingers.  Lucas saw the fabric loosen and waited, his eyes on her bottom.  “Lucille, lower your drawers but hold them just beneath your bottom cheeks,” Lucas instructed.  He saw her take a deep breath before she slowly began to pull her ruffled drawers down.  She sniffed loudly, her eyes filling with shame as she was made to present her spanked bottom to her husband.  Once the fabric was tugged over the rounded hillocks, she stopped, the fabric bunched right beneath her plump, still pink cheeks. 

“Bend
forward,” Lucas instructed and Lucy did so, her face flaming brighter knowing the picture she was making.  “Push your bottom well out, young lady.”  Lucy moaned but again obeyed and felt her husband begin to trace his fingers across her bottom.  “Lower your drawers to your knees,” his voice said softly.  Lucy shuddered as she obeyed discovering that being made to slowly expose her punished bum and legs brought back the memory of every stroke her nanny had placed upon her skin.  She stood before her husband, bent over, her braid falling over one shoulder as her hands held her drawers awkwardly at her knees.  Lucas didn’t speak but was satisfied that Molly had definitely given his little one a very sound hair-brushing on her bottom and thighs.  Even after the time spent bent across the desk, the entire surface of Lucy’s small bottom was still blushed with a dark pink color that he was sure would ensure his little one’s memory of her first spanking under her nanny’s hand would remain with her for a very long time.  Lucas remained still and Lucy began to grow extremely uncomfortable knowing he was simply looking at the evidence of her spanking.  She found herself wishing he would speak or do something but when he stood, she couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping knowing her punishment was beginning.