by Maggie Ryan
“You thought incorrectly. The passage of time has nothing to do with it. You’ll do well to remember that every rule I give you applies until I tell you explicitly that one no longer applies. You will simply have to adjust your thoughts and accept the fact that a naughty bottom gets punished and stings and burns for hours or days. That is the intended purpose of a good spanking, and sitting should be uncomfortable.”
Charles’ face flushed as he turned to Edward. “I understand your point, Lord Wintercrest; however, if there is any blame to be placed here, I assure you it is mine. I placed the pillow on the chair and insisted Miss Furniss seat herself. Mathematics is a difficult subject and having her squirm on a… well, squirm about would do nothing but distract her from her lessons. I believe it is your intention for your ward to pass her exam on Monday, is it not?”
Edward appeared as taken aback at the man’s daring to question him as Lucy was herself. Her professor was proving not to be quite the quiet, meek man she’d always assumed him to be. She turned her gaze to her guardian who was nodding.
“It is. I appreciate your concern for my ward; however, I must insist that since Lucille has more lessons to learn than simply mathematics, she shall do her lessons seated, as I desire. I am sure that knowing the consequences of failure will not only ensure that she remain seated quietly, but also prompt her to concentrate fully.”
Charles evidently knew when he was being given a chance to save face and he took it. “Certainly, Lord Wintercrest. I apologize for my actions.” He reached down, removed the pillow, and handed it to the huffing housekeeper.
She accepted it, and immediately thrust it at Lucille. “Put this back where it belongs, and return to your seat immediately.”
Lucy accepted the pillow, and barely managing not to bury her face into its thickness, hurried into the parlor and placed it back on the settee. She had no wish to return to the dining room, but knew she had no other choice. She dared look at no one, sliding as gently into her chair as she could. She heard Mrs. Bremmer grunt, and then pour the tea. She practically thrust the cup at Charles and then handed the glass of milk to Lucille. They both accepted them with quiet thanks.
Lucy had no doubt that the housekeeper was disappointed that Lucille wasn’t immediately turned bottoms up and her drawers drawn down. She continued to take small sips of her milk until the woman gave a final huff and stomped from the room. Lucy was a bit surprised to see Edward’s lips twitch before he realized her gaze was on him.
“I suggest you study hard, Lucille.” With her nod, he too left the room.
Chapter 18
Edward knew he would learn soon enough exactly how well Lucille was able to concentrate after her first quiz of the afternoon. Meanwhile, he returned to his study, and saw his wife quietly sitting and working on her embroidery. He moved to sit beside her and surprised her by picking her up and settling her on his lap. She blushed as he took her sewing from her and set it aside. Louisa didn’t question his actions, her lips curling up into the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen. He cradled her to him, and then pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“How are you feeling, little lady?” he asked as his hand rubbing down her back several times before settling on her hip.
She blushed sweetly. “I’m fine, sir. How are you?”
He chuckled. “I too am well,” he said, continuing to stroke her as he relaxed on the settee. This was what he loved. The simple act of holding his little child-wife on his lap as she practically purred with his caresses. He kissed her blonde hair again, and when she lifted her face to his, he moved his mouth to cover hers. The kiss began gently, softly, but she surged up to meet his lips as he moved one hand to cup and then squeeze her bottom. He loved her moans as his hand reignited the throbbing in her backside, but she remained still and returned his kiss with ardor. Edward had taken his pleasure only hours before, but felt his cock stir in his pants. He knew his wife was aware of that fact as well, as she squirmed a bit on his lap. He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, “I know what I’d find if I put my fingers between your legs, young lady.”
He absolutely adored the flush that colored her face and the wiggle of her soft arse against the hardness of his thigh. His nostrils flared as the caught the sweet aroma of her arousal as her body began to prepare itself for what he desired. He knew she might never understand the power he held over her sexuality. She’d never really had a chance to discuss her body’s response with anyone. Ruby Furniss, her mother, had died shortly after their wedding, never having an opportunity to have a mother-daughter discussion once Louisa had been bedded. He knew his little one often wondered if she was even normal or perhaps if her body’s response was some sort of aberration. He saw no need to assure her that she wasn’t abnormal, that having her pussy weep so copiously under either his stern discipline or his loving gentleness, was a gift he valued highly. Edward continued to simply hold her, and occasionally run his hand down her back, his fingers playing with soft golden curls. It was too close to luncheon for him to seek his pleasure, and he would always enjoy keeping his little lady right on the edge of her own. He satisfied himself by remembering what had transpired in their bed that morning.
He awakened to find his body pressed up against his wife’s soft small one. Despite her restraints, she had managed to turn herself onto her side somehow during the night and her little bottom was pressed into his groin. He felt himself instantly reacting and, without waking her, managed to untie her restraints and free her hands. He pulled her even tighter against his body as he moved one hand to cup her breast and his thick fingers began to tweak and play with her nipple.
Louisa moaned and squirmed, her small bottom pressing back as if seeking him. Edward continued his play until she jerked awake. She immediately tried to pull away from his body but at his sharp command to be still, she froze. She didn’t seem to realize her hands were free until Edward rolled onto his back and pulled her to lie atop him. Her face turned scarlet as her weight settled on him, trapping his erection beneath her tummy. Sunlight streamed into the room and bathed her in a golden light, accentuating her nakedness. Edward loved it when her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, her nose crinkling as if attempting to determine what it was he expected from her. He put his arms around her and then with a hand cupping the back of her head, he guided her mouth to his.
He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue between her lips to taste and play with her own. Louisa was soon responding, soft moans escaping her as she began to squirm atop his hard body. He had denied her release the day before, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised to feel the first drops of her cream slip from her pussy, her movements only intensifying his desire. He kept her pressed to his chest with one hand while he used his free hand to roam across her bare bottom. Her movements increased, this time from the discomfort his hand was creating as he pinched and traced the raised welts on her bottom.
“Let your papa play,” he ordered softly after releasing her mouth. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as she tried to obey. He knew it wasn’t humanly possible for his little one to remain still as he continued to stroke her bottom and occasionally dip his fingers between her legs. He heard her soft moan as the evidence of his arousal grew even more apparent, his cock both lengthening and hardening beneath her body. Edward chuckled, knowing she was desperately trying to remain still, but continued to push her, his fingers teasing and probing were making the task extremely difficult. She moaned against his chest when his fingers slipped between the lips of her sex and slid a bit into her.
“Ohhh… oh, Papa, please,” she panted, her desperation for some sort of release evident as her legs fell to either side of his, opening herself to allow him freer access.
“Scoot down, Louisa, and put my cock inside your hungry little pussy.” She raised her head, the shock at hearing this order written on her face. Edward smiled and gave her a sharp swat to her bottom. She yelped and immediately slid down his body until she was clea
r of his erection. She looked absolutely adorable, her tiny teeth biting on her lower lip as she reached out to take him in her hand. She raised her eyes to see him watching her every move. Her face flushed and he said softly, “That’s a good girl. Now, lift up and guide me into your pussy. It is time you learn to ride your papa like you ride a horse.”
A bit tentative, she lifted her hips and awkwardly moved him into position. He watched her face as she attempted to guide him inside, her eyes flying to his, the shock of her fingers encountering her slickness causing her face to flame brighter.
“That’s right, little one. See how your pussy weeps for your papa’s cock? Put me inside your slick little slit. Let that sweet cunny swallow every inch.”
Edward loved every flush, every flash of embarrassment as he used crude words that were forbidden in proper society. He couldn’t give a damn what some stuffy, frigid old women thought. His little lady was exactly how he wished her to be. Sweet, obedient, soft, and so very ready to take him into her body.
Slick little fingers that were unable to completely surround his girth, made another attempt to obey. Her moan was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard as she succeeded in placing him at her entrance. Edward groaned as he slid further into her and his voice was husky as he said, “Lower yourself onto me, little one. Move up and down as you would post on your pony. Ride my cock, Louisa. I want to feel your punished ass against my balls as you show me how you can please your papa.”
Louisa was the picture of aroused perfection as she concentrated to obey his every word. She slowly lowered herself, her head dropping forward, golden curls swinging as she watched his shaft disappear inch by inch into her pussy. Her soft whimper told him of her difficulty in accepting his full length in this position.
Reaching up, he gathered her hair in his fist, uncovering her face. Gorgeous, lust-filled eyes found his. “So beautiful. You can do it, little one. Just as your throat can take every inch, so shall your pussy.”
“Yes, Papa,” she moaned, pushing down another inch and then another until there was no more shaft for her body to swallow.
“Good girl, such a good girl,” Edward praised. “Now ride Papa’s cock.”
She began to slowly move. It was a bit awkward, jerky as she attempted to find a rhythm that would satisfy him. Little did she know that every move, no matter how uncertain, pleased Edward enormously.
He allowed her to determine her own speed until he could no longer hold back. His hands settled on her hips as he began to thrust his hips upwards to push faster and deeper. Louisa moaned and leaned forward as he drove into her, her small fists clenched on his chest. He moved his hands to grip the globes of her small bottom, slipping a finger into the cleft of her ass. She stiffened, jerking as his fingertip tapped against the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
“Oh… Papa,” she moaned, attempting to move away, but finding herself unable to do so with his cock buried deep inside her sex.
“One day soon Papa will teach you that your bottom will also swallow every inch of his cock.”
Her head shook, denying the possibility, but he only chuckled and pressed a bit harder until he breeched the ring of muscle.
“Papa!” she squealed, shooting upright and then freezing when she discovered the action simply drove the invading digit deeper. “It-it’s wrong,” she whispered though he felt the truth of her feelings by the way her pussy walls tightened around his shaft.
“Nothing we do is wrong, little one. You’ll discover that nothing is forbidden between a man and his wife.” Pressing a bit deeper, the ache in his balls told him that this was not the time for that particular lesson. When he did claim her last virginity, he’d do so slowly, enjoying every single moment as she discovered that her body was far more capable than she’d ever conceived. His free hand lifted to pull her back down, to sear her mouth with his own as he pulled his finger free from a place he knew she considered taboo.
She groaned against his mouth, her pussy flooding his groin as he began to pump into her again. She ground against him, rubbing her swollen little clittie against his body each time she descended and their bodies slapped together.
Edward was aware of her every emotion and knew she was quite close to her culmination. He released her mouth to thrust hard into her, ordering, “Come for me, Louisa. Come for Papa.” His little one instantly obeyed as she cried out, shattering into a thousand pieces. Her velvet walls contracted, gripping his cock tightly, drawing his own eruption from him. He groaned as he released himself deep into her pussy. Louisa collapsed across him, her head pressed to his chest. He felt her ragged pants waft across his skin and stroked her hair back from her face.
“You obeyed Papa and pleased me greatly, little one.”
“Thank you, Papa. Thank you for the gift of my pleasure.” Edward’s heart swelled with love and pride for his little lady. He lifted a strand of gold to his lips, kissing the curl before pressing her head back to his chest. They lay together in total contentment.
“You are welcome, my love. You were a very good girl for your papa. I believe you quite enjoyed your ride?”
He stroked his hand down her body until it rested once again on her bottom, and she whispered, “Yes, Papa. I-I liked riding you.” Edward chuckled and rolled over to trap her beneath him. He kissed her until she was squirming under him. He again moved between her thighs, and entered her quickly. She moaned deeply, and though he had allowed her to take her pleasure only minutes earlier, he wasn’t yet satisfied. Reaching between them, he found her engorged clit.
“Papa!” she keened, arching beneath him, her hands clutching his wide shoulders as he continued to play with the extremely sensitive little pearl.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me, baby girl, let me feel you come again.” She obeyed for the second time, and he buried himself deeply, enjoying the ripples of her orgasm. He forced every last shudder from her before he pumped himself hard into her and flooded her insides a final time. When he was done, she managed to whisper her thanks before she drifted into sleep. Edward smiled, wrapped her in his arms, and held her until he, too, drifted away.
Remembering the love they had shared, he kissed her once again before lifting her from his lap and settling her onto the settee. He didn’t bother to hide the bulge in his trousers, enjoying her blush as he handed her the tapestry she’d been working on. Edward dropped another kiss onto the top of her head and then moved to his desk. He wondered if she had also thought of how their morning had begun and smiled. While she had a long way to go in her training, she was quickly proving to be a very passionate and mostly willing student.
Chapter 19
While the two enjoyed their memories, Lucy struggled to maintain her composure. Professor Thorne attempted to apologize, but he was only making the situation worse.
“Please, Professor, just forget it. There is nothing for you to apologize for. Can we just study?”
Charles’ sigh showed her he wasn’t in agreement, but he held his tongue and nodded. “Certainly, Miss Furniss.”
“Thank you,” she said in gratitude as he passed her a new sheet of problems, bending forward to explain how to solve the first one. Lucy found it hard to focus on his words through the sheen of tears in her eyes, but was grateful he had dropped the awkward attempts to discuss what had happened. They studied for another two hours before Mrs. Bremmer announced she needed them to clear the table so that lunch could be served. Charles began gathering the scattered papers, and Lucille excused herself to take care of some personal needs. She was soon behind the closed door of her room and her composure crumbled. She cried out and then pressed her fist into her mouth to stifle the sounds of her distress. Furious at herself, she shook her head and forced herself to take care of her toilette, straighten her clothing and prepare herself for the luncheon she was sure to be uncomfortable. She heard her name being called, and was quick to open her door and hurry down the stairs. When she entered the dining room, everyone was standing.
“Excuse me for being late,” she said to no one in particular. Professor Lloyds pulled out her chair, pushing it in after she’d taken her seat. She blushed as she saw Edward smiling over at her but quickly averted her eyes. The meal was a quiet one, the conversation carried by the men, but didn’t grow uncomfortable until Edward spoke at the end.
“It’s time to see how well you can concentrate, Lucille. Please go into my study and I will join you in a bit.” Lucy forced herself not to shake as she pushed back her chair and stood.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly and walked with as much dignity as possible out of the room. Before she stepped into the hall, she heard her guardian ask Charles for the quiz he had prepared. She turned to glance back and saw the professor hand the paper to Louisa who gave it a quick look before passing it on to her husband. As if sensing her twin, Louisa looked to where Lucy still hovered on the threshold of the room and gave her a soft smile. Lucy took solace in the silently offered support and nodded before hurrying down the hallway. It wouldn’t do to be caught loitering.
Edward read down the page and then stood. “If you’ll both excuse me, I will give the quiz to Lucille. Perhaps you’d enjoy a short walk while you wait?”
Louisa took her cue and turned to Professor Lloyds. “It would be my pleasure to show you the gardens, Professor.”
Charles gave her a smile and nodded. Standing, he helped Louisa from her chair. “I’m sure the pleasure will be all mine, Lady Wintercrest.”
Louisa darted her eyes to her husband, unsure of the proper response she should give to an address she’d been told not to expect. Edward smiled and gave her a small nod. She relaxed and allowed her former teacher to tuck her hand into the crook of his elbow.