Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge)

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by Maggie Ryan


  “I’m very proud of you, Lucy,” she whispered before joining Bertha at their usual table. Lucas took his own seat and Emmie reached out to find Lucy’s hand. The two girls held hands, giving silent love and support to each other and Lucy felt another bit of guilt slip from her.

  “Thank you, Lucy,” Stefan said finishing his letter and folding it before sliding it into his pocket. “You write a lovely letter. We all make mistakes, little one, but those that confess and accept the need for discipline have truly earned forgiveness. I know you will learn from this experience and work hard to be a better little girl for your Papa.” Lucy nodded, her eyes never leaving his as he spoke quietly. “You have a very big heart, little one. I know you are going to be a really good friend to my little Emmie.” Lucy impulsively slid from her chair and ran to give Lord Northbridge a hug. Lucas smiled seeing the surprised but pleased look on Stefan’s face. Stefan returned the small woman’s hug and then kissed her cheek.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Lucy said, happy that her atrocious behavior had not cost her a friend.

  “You are welcome,” Stefan said patting her bottom to send her back to her chair. Molly and Bertha relaxed as well. They had quickly become close and were grateful they could continue to become even better acquainted. Dinner was lovely, the two families relaxing after such a trying afternoon. As they stood to leave, Lucas accepted Stefan’s invitation for a drink but declared he would have to meet him in the smoking car after he attended to another matter. Lucas took Lucy’s hand to lead her back to their compartment.

  Bertha and Molly had spoken quietly and when they returned to the sleeping car, Bertha led Emmie into the water-closet to prepare her for bed. Molly saw the porter enter the car. He nodded at her. “I’m so pleased that the little lady found her pet. I know she was quite distraught,” he said.

  “Thank you, Mr. Brannon. It is a blessing,” Molly said and after another nod, he stepped past her to knock on Lucas’ door. Molly stepped into her own room to gather the items she would need, placing them into her basket after removing her knitting supplies. When Cleo immediately pounced on the ball of yarn as it slipped from her hand and rolled across the floor, Molly smiled so grateful the kitten had not been lost. She put the yarn away, tucked the kitten into her bed and sat to wait quietly. When she heard the soft knock against her door, she knew that Bertha and Emmie were done in the water-closet. She picked up her basket and steeled herself for the unpleasantness that Lucy’s behavior had caused. Knowing that she must perform her duties with a firm but loving hand, Molly said a quick prayer and then went to collect her charge.

  Lucy had apologized to Mr. Brannon and handed him her letter. He had been surprised but very impressed with the little woman’s demeanor. He had met thousands of travelers throughout his years working for the railroad but couldn’t remember being more taken by a single one. Though the young woman had shocked him with her behavior earlier that day, seeing her now, her face showing her sorrow at having caused such trouble, moved him deeply. Reading her letter moved him even more. “I forgive you, Miss Lucy,” he said. “You are a sweet little one and I have been honored to serve you and your Papa. I’m very happy that your Cleo is safe and sound and hope the rest of your trip sees no need for you to face additional chastisement. Your Papa and your nanny must love you very much to take such good care of you and want to teach you to be a very good little girl. You are very lucky young lady.” Lucy flushed knowing he understood the letter of apology had been the least of her discipline.

  “Yes, Sir, I am lucky. I really am sorry, Mr. Brannon,” Lucy said. Brannon nodded once more, giving the small woman a gentle pat on her head. He found himself wishing that more women he encountered treated him with as much respect and sincerity as the special child-women he occasionally met in his duties. Though they obviously were punished more severely than misbehaving children, they seemed to be far more content and happy than scores of wives he heard complaining to the husbands that, in turn, simply ignored the whining women they had wed. Lucy thanked him and he nodded to Lucas and left quietly, once more passing Molly.

  Molly entered the room to see Lucas hugging his wife. She hated having to disturb them and wondered if perhaps he had decided he no longer felt the need for Molly to carry out the plans she had informed him about and that she had discussed with Lucy. Lucas released Lucy. “It’s time for your bath and your cleansing, Lucy,” Lucas said quietly. Lucy’s face blanched, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she looked up into her Papa’s face. Lucas hated the look of misery he saw but knew he would never grant clemency from a punishment that had been promised. Seeing him shake his head as he gently turned his wife to face her nanny, Molly knew he had not altered his decision. Molly gathered a few additional items as well as Lucy’s nightgown. Before she left, Lucas spoke to her so softly that Lucy was unable to hear his words. Lucy watched as he attached the strap to her pacifier and placed it into Molly’s basket. Lucy lowered her eyes to the floor seeing what he had done and knowing exactly why he had added it to the awful items she could see peeking out of the basket. Her stomach churned and her bottom clenched.

  When Molly took her hand, Lucy raised her eyes to see those of her Papa watching her. “Be my good girl,” he said softly. “Obey Nanny Molly and it will be done.” Lucy felt her throat tighten but she managed to give her Papa a soft smile and obediently went with her nanny.

  Almost two hours passed before Molly knocked on the door and entered with a very clean, very well paddled, and very, very contrite little girl. Lucas had spent the first hour in the smoking car with Stefan and a few other men. Though he enjoyed both the warmth of the brandy as well as the conversation with other men, his thoughts were on his little bride several train cars away. After finishing his drink, he declined another and returned to his compartment to wait for his little one. Lucy flew into Lucas’ open arms the moment Molly released her hand. Lucas lifted her off her feet and she clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his neck as she buried her face against his skin. Lucas put one arm under her bottom and the other across her back, holding her as close to him as possible. He kissed the side of her cheek and then looked up and gave Molly a questioning look. He was pleased to see her smile and nod in return, letting him know his bride had done well despite the awful punishment required by her husband. Molly was grateful the ordeal was over. She slipped from the room to return to her own, not surprised to find Bertha waiting for her, Cleo sleeping on her lap. Bertha knew Molly needed some reassurance of her own and the women spent the next hour discussing the emotional strength it required to take care of these special, submissive little women.

  Lucas didn’t feel a need to discuss Lucy’s most recent punishment. He knew she had received a very thorough mouth soaping and could imagine the bubbles escaping from her mouth as Molly lectured her once more about how proper little girls needed to have clean mouths so no filth would pour from them. Since this was the third time his little one had cursed, he had given Molly the additional instruction to place a bar of soap into Lucy’s mouth which she would have to hold between her teeth as her nanny filled her bottom with a very hard to hold, irritatingly soapy enema. Once full, he knew Molly had switched the soap for the pacifier so that her cries would be muffled as she struggled to hold her water while her bottom was paddled hard by her Nanny. He also knew she had been warned that if another session was necessary, she would find herself given nightly enemas for a week, each one accompanied by a paddling. Lucy had fought to hold her water, the paddle slapping onto her bottom again and again, as she listened to her nanny’s lecture and swore to herself she’d never again say a curse word. The pacifier gag kept her cries within the room but the sound of the paddle was not the least bit muffled. Each sharp slap made a distinct sound as the wooden paddle connected to Lucy’s bare bottom or down the back of her thighs. Lucy felt her body jolt forward with every stroke, the watery contents sloshing in her tummy, her bowels full to bursting.

  Ignoring
the tears streaming down Lucy’s face, Molly had finally stood her up and despite the urgent need of her little one, slowly removed her gag and wiped her face before she helped her to the toilet. Molly remained standing, her arms crossed, the hairbrush tapping against her own arm as she waited for Lucy to release her enema. Lucy’s bottom burned as hot as her face as she was forced to expel her water in front of her nanny who was obviously quite prepared to take the hairbrush to her charge’s already blazing bum if she so much as heard a single whimper of complaint. Once wiped clean and helped from the bench, Lucy learned another painful lesson as her punishment continued. Though she truly hated having her bottom filled, she discovered that there were far worse things. Instead of being given a cleansing enema that would have cooled the burn inside her narrow passage, she was instructed to sit on a small stool and think about how the soapy residue in her little bum was burning away the naughty words inside her.

  It had been a truly awful half hour as she sat on the stool, her bottom burning inside and out. She desperately wanted to climb into the tub and sink into the soothing water. Instead, she shut her eyes tightly as Molly knelt before her and used both hands to spread Lucy’s knees wide apart. Lucy’s teeth captured her bottom lip as she felt the thick lather that Molly had prepared being spread all across her sex. She hadn’t moved a muscle as Molly began to shave her pussy though her heart pounded with every stroke of her Papa’s razor. By the time she had been taken out of the bath and dried, Lucy was exhausted but realized she felt cleansed not only of the day’s grime, but cleansed totally of her naughtiness. She had thrown her arms around Molly’s neck and thanked her for taking care of her and loving her when she was disrespectful and so naughty. Molly had been deeply touched and realized that her life would include many moments of feeling loved and hated by the beautiful woman she deeply loved, understanding exactly what Bertha had warned her about earlier that day.

  Though Lucas would not normally allow his wife to enjoy pleasure after being punished, it had been a very trying day and he knew she could use the reinforcement of his love. Smiling as he removed her gown, he admitted that he could use it as well. He was gentle when he laid her onto the bed, realizing that her poor bottom was burning. However, by the time he had kissed her a dozen times and licked and kissed her breasts until they were tight, her nipples swollen from being suckled, she was squirming beneath him, her body desperate for him to take her as he wanted, to stake his claim, his authority and his love.

  Lucas continued to kiss down her body until his head was between her legs. Lucy shuddered, her legs attempting to close but once more forced wide apart by her husband’s hands. He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Put your hands on the rails, Kitten,” Lucas ordered softly. Lucy obeyed, her stomach quivering as she watched him lower his head back to her sex. At the first strong stroke of his tongue, she felt her entire body shudder, the pleasure of the unspeakable act flooding her every sense. Lucas took his time, licking and tasting every crease and crevice of his little one’s womanly sex. She smelled so sweet and clean from her bath, her skin soft against his fingers and tongue. He put his hands under her bottom ignoring her slight hiss of discomfort as he lifted her sex to his mouth. When his tongue moved lower to lick and kiss at her puckered flower, Lucy’s legs started to shake and her sex creamed. It seemed like an hour passed as his tongue alternated between her two openings, licking and gently nipping at her lips and occasionally taking the entirety of her swollen clit into his mouth and giving it gentle bites.

  “Papa… oh…I…I’m going to…please, Papa… oh, please may I…I spend?” Lucy moaned, her heart pounding with her imminent release. Lucas backed off her clit, once more returning to lick and then gently insert his tongue into her slick flower. Lucy’s hips bucked and she again begged for permission to take her pleasure. His tongue was driving her wild with need, her blood racing through her veins. Just when she thought she would again be naughty and explode without consent, Lucas lifted his head, his hands lifting her bottom higher off the mattress.

  “Eyes on mine,” he ordered softly and smiled when her glazed eyes managed to focus on his. “You will not come yet, Kitten,” he said and she groaned, her teeth capturing her bottom lip as she attempted to obey her Papa. He continued to suckle, nip and gently bite at her clit and the lips of her sex loving the soft moans and whimpers as she fought to obey his order. When she was positive she would soon be receiving another spanking for taking pleasure without his permission, he lifted his mouth from her and moved to bend over her, pressing his lips to her mouth in a gentle kiss before pulling his lips from hers. Lucy felt her entire body shudder as she realized she was tasting herself as he kissed her. Never had she imagined a man and a woman did such things and yet she blushed wishing he would kiss her again - down there, between her legs. Lucas smiled knowing how she was both confused at what he had done as well as how her body responded to his lips and tongue on her quim and bottom-flower.

  Lucas moved forward and thrust himself into her. She arched and moaned, her eyes showing her intense pleasure and he stretched her, filling her completely. Her whimper was delicious, the sound of her need so transparent. “Come for me, Lucy, come hard for Papa,” he said granting her permission. Her obedience was almost instant, her contractions so intense and prolonged from earlier denial that she drew him to his own end. As they came, they did so together, each crying out with their passion. Afterwards, Lucas gathered her to him, her face lying against his chest, his arm holding her against his side.

  “I love you, Kitten,” he said softly. Lucy felt tears in her eyes again but these were from nothing but the love she felt. She looked up to meet his eyes as his fingers closed around the pendant hanging between her breasts.

  “My heart, my life, my love – forever,” they said in unison and Lucas actually felt a chill run down his spine at the intense connection he felt with the woman in his arms. Lucy moved to press her lips to his before settling back against him. Nothing else needed to be said and though both remained awake for some time, both were more contented than they had ever been knowing that no matter what happened, they would always have each other to love – forever.

  Chapter 10

  The remainder of the trip seemed to fly by in a blur. Lucas had surprised Lucy with a small cake holding a single candle after dinner on Sunday night. She had happily blown out the candle when he explained it was to celebrate the first week of their marriage. When she said she hadn’t gotten him a gift, he had grinned and told her that he would be unwrapping and enjoying his gift as she ate her cake. When she looked down at the table as if expecting to some previous unseen gift, Stefan and laughed and Emmie had giggled. Lucy looked up to see Lucas stand, pick up the plate and then hold out his hand to her. Seeing the look on her husband’s face, her body instantly responded and her face flushed scarlet. It had been wonderful, her husband feeding her one small bite of cake and then removing one item of her clothing and kissing the skin he had bared. By the time she finished the last morsel, she was nude and trembling with need. As Lucas bent over her, his hands holding her wrists tightly above her head he whispered that he thought his gift the best he had ever received. As he thrust into her and took her hard and fast, Lucy submitted to every demand, every stroke and prayed that all their anniversaries were celebrated in this exact same manner.

  Monday morning dawned. After their last meal on the train, everything became a bit frantic. After their faces were wiped with their napkins and their small hands taken to guide them from the dining car, the girls began to fuss and whine. Both wanted to prolong the moment they must part company. Their nannies instantly reminded the small women who exactly decided what was allowed as several crisp, hard swats were delivered to their little bottoms right in the middle of the dining car where other passengers were still eating their breakfast. Lucy’s face had flamed as she and Emmie were told that their skirts would be lifted and additional strokes would be delivered to their bare bottoms if they continued to fuss. Lucy lowered her
eyes when she saw the expression on some of the people’s faces realizing that she wasn’t seeing horror or surprise – she was seeing nods of approval as if the promise was exactly what a naughty little girl needed to remind her to behave.

  The girls were separated and taken into the rooms occupied by their individual nannies. Their empty valises were returned by Mr. Brannon who also made sure that every item they had worn had been washed, pressed and returned in time to be packed. Lucy sat on the bed keeping Cleo occupied while her nanny folded clothing and packed their valises. When Cleo jumped off the bed onto the floor, Lucy scrambled off the bed to get her. Reaching under the bed where the cat had run, Lucy saw a ball of yarn in the corner. She scooted under the bed to retrieve it. With Cleo in one hand and the yarn in her other, she scooted back out and stood. She held out the yarn to Molly. Molly shook her head.

  “That is not mine, Lucy. It must belong to Miss Bertha. She probably dropped it when we were knitting. Run and return it to her for me, please.” Lucy was delighted and felt a ridiculous sense of pleasure for being allowed to do something as simple as run an errand for her nanny. She put Cleo back in her bed and made sure she closed the door to Molly’s room behind her. She walked the few feet to Miss Bertha’s door and knocked. She waited for a few moments and then knocked again. Puzzled, knowing that Bertha had also been packing, she wondered at the absence of an answer to her knock. She turned to return to Molly’s room and saw the door to the water closet open. Bertha walked out, a basket in one hand and Emmie’s hand in the other. Emmie was suckling on a pacifier and her eyes looked red and swollen. Lucy quickly dropped her eyes, not wanting to embarrass her friend.

 

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