Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) (3 page)

“You may stand,” he said softly after giving her a few moments to compose herself.  Lucy pushed herself up and stepped back.  As she stood, her clothing slid down and she gave a soft moan as the fabric brushed against her hot rear. 
Even though she had been given only a hand spanking, her previous punishment made her bottom feel as if she had been paddled or strapped and had begun to burn from the very first swat.

“
Th…thank you, Papa,” she said shakily.  “I’m very sorry, Papa.” 

“You haven’t been told to cover yourself,
Lucille,” he said firmly.  She nodded, again feeling her face burn remembering he also liked to simply look at her body and expected her to remain however he placed her until given permission to either move or cover her nakedness.  She pleased him by immediately bending, a soft moan escaping at the pull of the movement against her newly spanked bottom, to lift her dress and petticoats up to her waist to expose that same hot bottom.  Her face burned as he told her to gather the front of her clothing as well but obeyed until she was totally exposed, front and back from the waist down. “Legs apart,” Lucas said softly, loving the look in her eyes.  She was both embarrassed as well as aroused, her eyes still shining with her tears and yet shining with need as well.  Her heart was pounding as her eyes locked onto his even as she shuffled her legs apart, her sex throbbing almost as much as her punished nates.  Lucas smiled and nodded, stepping forward to reach out to cup her exposed sex.  She moaned again, her face now scarlet, her knees trembling as she felt a gush of wetness flow from her, knowing her husband could easily feel it against his palm pressed as it was hard against her sex. 

Remembering his rules, she took a deep breath.  “Papa, may I make…my pen…penance?” 
Lucas was proud of her for remembering this intimate requirement and was about to speak when a sharp knock sounded on the door.  Lucy gasped, her eyes flying to the door and then to her husband.  Lucas was very proud of his little one when she didn’t immediately close her legs or drop her clothing.  He covered her trembling hands with his.

“
We shall continue in a moment.  Go to the corner by the table and place your nose against the wall.  You may lower the front of your dress and keep your legs together, but keep your naughty, red bottom pushed out on display,” he instructed softly as he stepped back.  She whimpered but dropped the front of her dress and moved to the corner by the small table.  Another knock sounded but Lucas waited until his little one was properly positioned exactly how a well-spanked naughty girl should be: her nose hard against the wall, her clothing held at her waist, her bottom pushed out into the room.  He walked to the door and opened it to admit Mr. Brannon, Molly following closely behind.  Both could easily see the punished woman in the corner though neither said a word. 

Molly saw Mr.
Brannon’s glance go from the corner to the bed to see Lucy’s discarded ruffled drawers on the counterpane.  The man didn’t react as he simply put the two valises down. 

“Shall I wait to unpack until after you…um…after luncheon,
my Lord?” Molly asked, her own face flushed a bit. 

“No need to wait, Molly,” Lucas said.  “Lucy and I will continue
her lesson after her corner time has been spent.  There is no need for her naughtiness to cause you to be inconvenienced.  Please, go ahead with your duties.”

“Certainly, Sir,” Molly said and watched as the porter
walked to the closet and returned with the small stool, lifting one of the valises onto its surface.  Molly immediately opened it and began unpacking Lucy’s clothing and hanging the pretty, childish dresses onto the many hooks inside the closet. 

“Lucy, do you have something to say to Mr. Brannon?” Lucas asked and wasn’t surprised to hear a small whimper from the corner.
  He knew she was hugely embarrassed and was pretending that no one in the room could see her in the corner.  Lucas knew that she needed to understand it had been her own actions that caused her to be in the embarrassing position. 

“Please, Mr. Brannon, forgive me for my rudeness in interrupting your conversation with my Papa,” Lucy said
softly, her hands shaking as she forced herself not to release her clothing to cover her bottom, knowing the man could not help but see that her rudeness had obviously been very well punished.  She deeply appreciated her husband allowing her to retain as much modesty as she could by not requiring her to stand with her legs apart.

“Thank you, Lucille,” Brannon said
, pleased at the apology.  “I know how hard it is to be a good little girl when you are so excited.”  Brannon saw that Molly had emptied the first valise and soon had the second on the stool for her.  He turned his attention back to the captivating sight of the beautiful small woman, the condition of her bottom proving that her Papa did not condone rudeness from his little one.  Lucy nodded, a fresh tear sliding down her cheek at the porter’s words.

“Ye…yes, Sir.  Than…thank you for your forgiveness, Sir,” she said
, knowing she was expected to show her appreciation for any adult’s concern. Brannon’s attention was diverted from Lucy when he saw Molly begin to place several items onto the shelves of the closet.  He watched as nappies and a few pair of rubber, red diaper covers were placed onto one shelf.  A paddle and a small strap were placed on another and he knew that Lady Huntington’s husband was very strict indeed.  What appeared to be a large, adult-sized pacifier was taken from the valise as well as a child’s doll.

Lucas stepped forward and
took both items, turning to place the doll against the stacked pillows of the bed.  He also took a long, slender box from Molly and placed it on the small table beside where he had placed the pacifier.  Lucy’s heavy oak hairbrush was also placed on the table to be readily available for either brushing her hair or blistering her bottom.  The valise was finally emptied and placed onto the floor.  Brannon replaced the stool into the closet. 

“I shall store these in the luggage compartment,” he said.  “I believe there is an additional
, larger bag yet to be delivered.  I assure you I shall find it and return.”  Lucas nodded though he had no intention of being interrupted again so soon.

“Very well, but please wait until we are taking our luncheon,” he instructed.

“Certainly, Sir,” Brannon said, giving a small bow before leaving the room.  Molly turned to face Lucas.

“
Do you wish me to stay and help you with Lucy, Sir?” Molly asked and gave him a swift curtsy when he informed her she might entertain herself and that they would meet for luncheon.  Molly closed the door behind her and shook her head in sympathy for her young charge, a bit surprised that Lucy had misbehaved so early in the trip.  It was obvious that the arrival of her and Mr. Brannon had interrupted a punishment, and she hoped that Lucy would be better behaved the next time they saw each other.  She was once more grateful that it had not been her duty to chastise the little one.  She stopped in her compartment, gathered her book, and after petting Cleo, who had settled into her basket, left to enjoy a few moments to herself. 

“You may turn around,” Lucas said the moment the door closed behind Molly.  Lucy obeyed, turning from the corner but once more dragging the front of her clothing to her waist, baring herself as she had been before the interruption.  She watched as her husband went to the bed and removed two of the four thick pillows from their place at the head of the bed to pile them on top of each other both close to the edge of the bed as well as near the foot.  She grew puzzled when she saw him take his handkerchief from his pocket and set it down on top of the bed coverings.  She had expected to be ordered to her knees immediately in order to perform her penance.  Lucas ignored her look of puzzlement.

“Climb up onto the bed,” Lucas said as he patted the top of the pillows.  “Present your hot, sweet little bottom right here, please.”  Lucy shuddered, her mind trying to cope with the fact that she felt her sex growing moist at the thought of the position he was requiring, knowing it would elevate her bottom quite high.  She saw her hairbrush on the table and feared it would soon be connecting to her already aching backside.  Despite her trepidation, she slowly climbed onto the bed and then squealed and swayed when the bed seemed to jerk from under her. 

“Don’t be frightened, Kitten,” Lucas said taking her upper arm.  “It seems our journey home
has begun.”  Lucy’s mouth opened in a gasp of surprise as her head lifted to see the slow blur of the railroad depot passing the window.  She looked over her shoulder from where she was kneeling and smiled, her face showing her excitement to be under way despite her current situation.  Lucas chuckled and then grew serious as one hand patted the piled pillows.

“You may look out the window after we are done, little one.  Bottom right over now.”  She flushed but didn’t
protest as he took her arm and guided her over the pillows, her bottom now well up and presented to the room.  Her legs would have hung over the edge of the bed if he had not guided her to her knees, widely spreading them to her mortification.  “Lay your head down, Kitten,” Lucas instructed and watched as she did so, her face flushed with a combination of intense embarrassment as well as desire she didn’t understand.  Lucas had her lift her head in order to place the linen square of his handkerchief under her cheek.  Lucas trailed a finger down her cheek and then across her soft lips before bending to give her a soft kiss.  Lucy moaned, her heart thumping inside her chest as she returned his kiss.  She had believed he was going to continue her spanking for interrupting his conversation, but at his kiss, thought he might be preparing to take her for his pleasure as was his right.  Her body was quivering as she waited for whatever it was that her new husband desired. The movements of the train caused a funny sensation as the bed seemed to vibrate beneath her cheek where it pressed against her husband’s handkerchief, and her lifted bottom swayed. 

“
Papa…aren’t I…I mean, don’t I need to…” she began but he interrupted.

“Shh, Lucille.  Practice being quiet and trust that I will take care of all that needs to be done,” he said and she flushed but nodded.
  She watched him open the jar he had also taken from Molly and dipped his fingers into it.  Pulling his fingers from the jar, Lucy recognized it as the same salve that Molly had applied to her bottom the evening before. 

“Relax, Kitten,” Lucas said as he leaned over her.  Lucy did as she was told,
truly relaxing when she realized he was not going to give her another spanking.  She was touched by his concern for her comfort and only squirmed a bit as he began to apply the salve to her welts.  Lucas did a thorough job, covering each mark with the cooling salve, smiling when he heard her small whimper of shame when his fingers dipped into the crease of her bottom to cover a welt that had found its way between her cheeks.  Seeing her small bottom-hole clenched as tightly as possible despite her spread position caused his cock to swell.  He ran his slick fingertip around the rim of her pucker and watched as she pressed her body down onto the pillows in an effort to remove her most private aperture from his touch.

“
I don’t believe you want to be a naughty girl again, Lucille,” he said quietly.  “Lift your red spanked bottom for your Papa so that I can play with your little flower.”  Lucy moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she obeyed the humiliating order.  The words he used to describe her body, words she had never once thought about in that way, caused her blood to heat and settle directly in her sex.  She moaned softly as he continued to play and knew she’d never look at another flower in the same innocent way of her childhood.  When he tapped the tip of his finger directly against her bottom-hole, her arms quivered as she lifted them to hover behind her though she quickly returned them to the bed with his sharp reprimand.

“No!”  Her hands gripped the bed coverings, twisting and pulling on them as
Lucas allowed his finger another turn around the rim of her anus before pressing just the barest tip of one finger inside.  Lucy’s deep, ragged moan filled the room, her bottom quivering slightly from the invasion.  Lucas’ cock jerked at the sound and he had to suppress his own moan.  He removed his finger, watched his wife relax and heard her sigh as he continued to apply the slick salve to her bottom.  Her moan of earlier shame at where his finger had been soon turned into soft gasps of pleasure as the relief began to truly relax her.  He made sure to cover her legs as well, her skin glistening with the cream.

Lucas straightened and wiped his fingers clean on a towel he took from the washstand. 
“Thank you, Papa,” Lucy said softly when her breathing returned to normal, her heart no longer pounding as it had when he had been intimately touching her bottom. 

“You are welcome, Kitten,” Lucas said, his eyes drawn once more to the sight of her lovely, well-striped bottom as it lay across the pillows
.  Each welt seemed once more very prominent as her most recent spanking had caused them to swell.  “I won’t ever hesitate to spank or switch you if I decide you need chastisement, but you always know that I love you very deeply and will try to make you as comfortable as possible when I believe the lesson well learned.”  She felt her heart hitch in her chest and knew his words were truth.

“Yes, Papa,” she whispered, “I’m sorry I was so naughty that you had to switch me
yesterday and…spank me today.  Thank…thank you for the salve.”  Her soft words of confession as well as appreciation of his care were quietly said but Lucas took them to heart.  His cock was throbbing with the need for release.  He took out his pocket watch and saw that they were expected in the dining car in just over a half-hour.  He smiled, happy that it afforded him plenty of time in which to teach his bride another lesson in obedience as well as pleasure.  He slowly removed his cock from its confinement inside his trousers and then stepped to the edge of the bed.  Lucy’s eyes were closed, her arms now relaxed at her sides as she accepted the comfort from his kind treatment.  He smiled again, knowing that she had expected to be placed on her knees, her mouth around his cock as she made the required penance after any spanking or paddling.  The salve had released the tension in her, leaving her face soft and relaxed, her long black lashes looking even darker against her pale skin.  Lucas reached out to trace her cheek with his fingertips. Lucy slowly opened her eyes as she had almost drifted into sleep from the loving attention of her husband.  She began to smile up at him and then froze seeing his erection just inches from her face.