by Maggie Ryan
She broke and wailed, “Please… please, Papa. 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. It is my duty to teach you to be my 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. But 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.”
Chapter 8
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, his gaze unyielding until she opened her mouth even wider. He pushed the horrid cloth inside and started 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 little girls 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 until soap covered every inch. He made sure to scrub the surface of each tooth and the roof of her mouth. Soap was foaming from her lips when 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 had 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.”
Edward seated himself on the ottoman and pulled her over his knees. She struggled as best she could, her hand flailing behind her as she cried, “You spanked me already! Please, Papa, don’t! Please… I’m sorry!” She found herself tipped forward, and squealed as she had to use both hands to grip his leg in an effort to once again find her balance. She was soon wailing as his hand connected again and again and again with the already punished skin of her upturned bottom.
“That was not a proper punishment, Louisa. Those little smacks were necessary to get your attention. I will never consider a few swats enough to discipline my little lady. You deserve far more than that.”
Louisa disagreed, as he continued to ignore her pleas for mercy. His hand traveled all over her bottom, from the top of her buttocks to the fleshy curve where her bottom met the tops of her thighs. Once he’d reddened the entirety of her posterior, his hand moved to travel down the backs of her thighs. She jerked over his lap and one hand flew back as she screeched with the painful burning of this very tender area.
“No! Noooo… it hurts! No, Papa, no more… please stop! That’s enough!” Louisa begged, trying to twist off his huge lap, without success. Edward gave a loud sigh and to her shock, his hand stopped its incessant attack. Louisa returned her hand to the floor, sobbing with relief that the horrible spanking was finally over.
He rubbed her hot bottom for a few moments and then, his voice low, said, “You know better, young lady. Keep your hand down, Louisa. If I see it come back again, I shall tie you and add a good, hard paddling to your punishment. Is that clear?”
She sobbed, “Ye-yes, Papa.” Understanding that her spanking was not yet done, she flattened her palms on the floor as he continued to lecture.
“Whose job is it to decide when your punishment is over, Louisa?”
“Yo-yours, Pa… Papa.”
“That’s correct. That is my job. Your job is to learn to be a good little girl. Your only job is to learn to obey and please your papa. Now, present yourself properly for the remainder of your spanking. Let’s see how well you remember one of your very first lessons.”
Louisa’s face flamed even as her legs shifted apart of their own accord as she slowly opened herself to him, but evidently he was still not satisfied. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and pushed her right leg away.
“Missy, you are deliberately being naughty. Open your legs wide and get up on your toes, heels turned out. Present your bottom to your papa and ask for your spanking.”
Another few tears joined the rapidly growing puddle beneath her face, her heart pounding as she fought against the shame of the required position. After a quick hard swat on her tender inner thigh, she was soon arching her back, her legs spread obscenely wide, offering all her womanly charms to his eyes as he tilted her even further forward. She shuddered as she felt his fingers dip between her thighs and trace the opening of her body. Her stomach lurched even as she tried to contain a moan.
Edward grinned and embarrassed her further. “Hmmm, you are very, very wet. Your little pussy is weeping all over my fingers. One would almost think you want this spanking to continue. Now, ask for your lesson, Louisa, or I will have to begin anew, and we both know this bottom has more attention to receive this evening.”
His reminder of another dose of discipline caused Louisa to sob, but prompted her to obey. “I’m sorry I-I was naughty. Please, Papa, please may I have my span… spanking?”
“Certainly, my dear,” Edward answered. His hand began to spank her in earnest, and soon her cries filled the sunlit room. She writhed and squirmed across his knees as his hand connected again and again to her bouncing bottom. Despite the cane weals that decorated her buttocks, Edward didn’t stop until he had covered every inch of the well-rounded globes as well as the backs of both her thighs. When she collapsed and broke position from the pain, Edward simply paused and forced her to apologize, return to the exposed position and repeat her request for her spanking.
Louisa finally realized that he would continue to spank her for as long as he deemed necessary, despite her repeated pleas and promises for better behavior. She dug deep within herself and stopped fighting the inevitable.
A flurry of blistering strokes followed her surrender before Edward rested his hand on the hot swollen skin of her bottom cheeks. She continued to cry for several moments until she realized her spanking had ended. It took a while before she could draw a full breath that was only broken by a sniffle or two. After a few additional moments, he guided her off his lap to kneel between his spread legs.
Louisa knew she looked horrid, her eyes swollen by crying, her nose running, her cheeks stained with her tears and tendrils of her hair plastered to her face. She also knew she could find herself right back over his knees if she failed in what was expected. Blushing furiously, she forced her eyes to his and remembered another lesson her husband had taught her.
Chapter 9
“Thank you for my spanking, Papa. May I mak
e my pen… penance?” Edward was pleased yet again. She might have been extremely naughty today, but some of his lessons were obviously being imprinted on his young wife. She looked absolutely perfect to him. Her eyes were huge, the color reminding him of lavender growing beneath a cloudless blue sky. Thick lashes were dewed from her copious tears; her bow-shaped lips trembling just the slightest and slightly parted as she calmed down from her spanking. Her cheeks were flushed a beautiful soft rose from her exertion, every breath she took causing her pert round breasts to rise as if offering each plump nipple to him. Small hands with long delicate fingers hovered at her sides as if desperate to reach around to offer comfort to the extremely hot surface of her crimson, beautifully striped bottom. Pulling his handkerchief from his pocket, he helped her to blow her nose and then stroked her cheek. She gave a soft shuddering sigh, pressing her face into his palm as if seeking consolation from his touch.
“Yes, little lady, make your penance.” Louisa nodded and her hands reached up to unbutton his pants. Edward didn’t help or even move as she slowly worked his thick cock free from its confines. He was already hard, and had been since he had first taken his little one across his lap. He was growing longer, his shaft’s girth thickening as her hands stroked up and down his cock. He smiled, knowing she was delaying the inevitable, but would offer her no assistance. If she failed in making a proper penance, then he would not fail to give her a proper punishment. As if she could read his thoughts, she gave him a long look before her golden head bowed forward. Her tongue flicked out from between her lips to touch the head of his shaft. He watched as she lapped at his slit to collect several drops of pre-cum before drawing her tongue back into her sweet mouth.
She moaned softly and swallowed before opening her lips wider. She remembered how he could punish her if she failed to prove her contrition by making the proper penance. Her recently spanked bottom clenched, even as she took more of him inside her mouth. She heard him give a soft groan and her heart beat more rapidly. She felt his shaft enlarge yet again, filling her mouth, the mushroom-shaped crown nudging against the opening to her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as Edward placed one hand at the back of her head, thick fingers weaving through loose strands of her messy braids before applying pressure, pushing her forward onto his cock. Louisa gagged, her body revolting against the intrusion of his shaft into far too narrow a channel.
Edward didn’t allow her to pull way. Instead, the pressure on her head increased, his cock claiming another inch as he said quietly, “Remember your training. Learn, little one. Learn how to please Papa when making your penance.”
Louisa’s mind swirled with confusing thoughts even as she forced her body to surrender, to accept the invasion. How could she willingly surrender to something so base, so… so taboo? What sort of woman knelt naked before their fully clothed husband asking if he’d please allow her to take his… his cock into her mouth, a place where it most certainly didn’t belong? If those questions weren’t shameful enough, there was the fact that in the deepest, darkest, naughtiest places in her soul, she craved the feel of his hand on her head refusing to let her reject him. Loved the pressure he applied to push her further down on his shaft, assuring she conceded to his desires, unconcerned that she feared she’d be unable to breathe. How could she not be eternally damned when she felt her thighs growing ever slicker with her own cream as his cock continued to leak his onto her tongue?
Finally, she forced her mind to release its continual loop of questions and just focus on the single goal of pleasing her husband, struggling to remember what she had been taught. To do exactly what her husband demanded of her. Her tongue gave delicate little licks along the underside of his shaft, caressing the sensitive veins.
Edward’s deep moan told her she was pleasing him, his words teaching her that he still wanted more. “Good girl, that’s my good girl. Now, suckle harder, Louisa. Draw Papa’s cock deeper into your throat.”
With a soft hum, she tightened her lips around his cock and began to suckle. She fought against the feeling of panic as she forced herself to take more of him into her mouth. As he stroked her hair, she felt a surge of pride at his praise and increased her tongue’s movements. She felt her stomach tingle and her sex grow even wetter as she listened to Edward’s breathing begin to quicken. As he pressed her head harder, silently instructing her to swallow another thick inch, she fought to obey his wishes and took him ever deeper. This act, one he had begun teaching her the very first time he had taken her across his knees and spanked her, caused submission to flood throughout her entire being. Being on her knees between his strong legs, each pulsing throb of her freshly-reddened bottom reminding her of his relentless rules of consequences for naughty behavior, the feel of the hand holding the back of her head cupping it in place and the incredible fullness of her mouth and throat allowed Louisa to concentrate on only this one thing. She was making her penance and felt the need for it deep in her soul. Women who enjoyed naughty, forbidden things deserved to be forced to do naughty, forbidden acts. She didn’t even hear the moans she gave with every advance, wasn’t aware of the soft humming she was making as her lips wrapped around hot flesh as she suckled and worshipped him with her mouth.
Edward was soon groaning as well and it didn’t take long before he gave a final push against her head as he pressed his cock forward into the cavern of her mouth. “Eyes on me,” he growled in a tone that reminded her of some primal animal as did his look when she raised her eyes to his. The raw lust in his had her pussy spasm. She felt his cock stiffen even more and knew the painful pressure signaled he was close to spending.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he growled, his fingers drawing her head back a fraction. His finger dipped to the corner of her mouth and she blushed knowing how obscenely wide her lips must be stretched around his huge cock. She drew in a shallow breath through her nose as he lifted his finger to show her it was covered in what she knew was her own drool that she’d been unable to contain. She felt heat flood her face and saw him smile. “My naughty, beautiful little lady. You’ll swallow every drop Papa feeds you, won’t you?” he instructed.
Heat suffused her body at the degradation of his words and yet her nipples tightened painfully and her pussy contracted. She couldn’t answer with his cock filling her mouth, its length practically blocking every molecule of oxygen she needed to survive, but she closed her eyes, blinking twice and then swallowed around his shaft to answer in the only way she could.
“Good girl,” he praised, twisting his fingers harder in her hair, keeping her head in place as he pistoned his hips forward. He took control, fucking her face as he wished until with a roar, he sank the final centimeter, his balls swinging to slap against her chin as he bellowed, his seed erupting from his engorged cock.
Louisa struggled against the flood of hot semen that filled her throat, her mouth, and coated her tongue. She knew better than to attempt to move away. Her bottom had been blistered several times for such an action, and she’d been forced to repeat the lesson until she remembered to remain in position, her lips locked around his shaft until he released her. She focused on swallowing again and again, the act difficult due to the invader lodged down her throat until he groaned, a final jet of cum following so many before. Still, her penance was not yet complete. Even as he sighed and relaxed, her tongue continued to dart all around his softening shaft until she was positive he was clean. Her lips continued to suckle until he released the hold on her head, his fingers trailing down to brush against her cheek, softly granting her permission to release. She blushed even as she opened her lips and pulled back to allow his cock to slide from her mouth, only to catch and cradle him in the palms of her hands. A quiver ran through her, her pussy spasming as if seeking to be filled with the very thing she now held. Looking up to meet his eyes, she felt another gush of arousal slide down her leg as she stroked her fingers over what had once been the hardest of steel but was now the softest velvet. Her lips, felt swollen and slightly bruised but
curled into a smile when she saw him gazing down at her with apparent approval.
“You are learning well, Louisa. You’ve pleased me greatly with your penance.”
“Thank you, Papa,” she said, and then mewled as he stroked her cheek. She wished he would take her onto his lap as he usually did after she had been punished. She longed for his arms to surround her and his lips to kiss her tenderly. Bending forward a final time, she placed a gentle kiss on his cock before tucking him back into his pants and buttoning them closed. He took her arms and gently guided her to her feet. She held her breath, waiting for him to draw her close. Instead, he guided her toward the high table. She stumbled as they got close and she realized that it was not a regular table. It was a changing table, and the top not only held a stack of fluffy nappies, there were several jars containing items she didn’t wish to know about. She saw that, like the crib, there were restraints tucked up under the padded mat.
She didn’t realize she was whimpering until Edward said, “Don’t fret, little one. I’m not going to diaper you—well, not today. No, I want you to go potty while I get your crib ready.” Relieved that she wasn’t to be diapered, and blushing hotly at the juvenile word, Louisa obediently squatted over the chamber pot after he’d pulled it from beneath the washstand. She desperately wished it was hidden behind a door or at least a screen, but the lack of either told her that her papa didn’t believe little ones needed to be allowed such privacy. She found she couldn’t look anywhere but at the floor and breathed a small sigh of relief as she saw her husband move away from her.