by Maggie Ryan
"You may sit down," Eleanor said, and then dumped several cupfuls of water over her head. She lathered and rinsed the thick hair twice before deciding that Lucy was as clean as she could be without adding an additional internal cleansing. After learning of Lucy's first cleansing, Eleanor had made certain that a large enema bag with a long length of tubing—as well as several nozzles—were packed into one of the several boxes to be moved to Hunter's Ridge. Lucas was a firm believer in the use of enemas as both punishment and for regular cleansing. This little one would learn that, though she might continue to be embarrassed at being helped to dress, bathe or attended to in other intimate ways, her embarrassment would not do her any true good.
Eleanor helped Lucy from the tub and then instructed her to sit on a small stool. Thinking she was to have her hair combed out to dry, Lucy obeyed and then gasped when Eleanor reached over and spread her knees wide apart. Lucy immediately attempted to close her legs, but Eleanor was even quicker.
"No! You will keep your legs open, young lady," she ordered, and pressed her hands harder, forcing an even wider spread. Lucy whimpered, wanting to run from the room. Eleanor seemed to sense her wishes and forced the girl's eyes to her own. "It would be a terrible thing to go to your marriage bed with a well-thrashed bottom, Lucille." Lucy whimpered again but instantly understood the threat. She watched as Eleanor removed the towel that had been covering a tray of items. She saw a mug of what looked like bits of soap, a small-but-full brush and a folded razor. Her eyes grew huge at the sight. She had often watched her father shave and had been both frightened and fascinated as he used the razor. He had warned her never to touch it, as it would cut her with its sharp blade. Her throat tightened as she watched Eleanor use the brush to quickly whip up a thick lather in the mug.
"Wha ... what are you going to do?" Lucy whispered, though she had an uneasy idea from her position on the stool as well as the memory of feeling Lucas' fingers tugging against her curls. "Are you ... you going to sha ... shave me?" she asked, her heart hammering.
"Yes, sweetie," Eleanor said, and smiled at the woman. "Little ones do not have hair between their legs, hiding their pussies." Her blunt words confirmed Lucy's thought, and she swallowed hard.
"Do ... does Luc ... Lucas know?" she asked, and then realized it was a stupid question. Of course, her husband would know!
"Yes, Lucille, this is what your Papa wishes, just as he wishes you to obey me," Eleanor said, and then leaned forward with the brush. "Now, I want you to be very still, though this might tickle a bit." She smothered Lucille's pubic hair in the shaving soap and picked up the razor. "That was a good girl," Eleanor said, and again met Lucy's eyes. "Don't move; I don't wish to cut your sweet kitty." Lucy couldn't watch; her eyes were slammed shut, her breath barely moving her chest as she felt Eleanor's hand press against her inner thigh. She moaned as she felt the first swipe of the razor and tensed as if waiting to feel pain. She gradually relaxed, as the shaving continued without incident. Lucy felt a wet cloth being pressed against her sex and opened her eyes to see that Eleanor had set aside the razor and was rinsing away the soap. Lucy's eyes widened as Eleanor removed the cloth. While she had never truly thought about her pubic hair, Lucy had also never once considered having it removed. She looked pink and bare, her pubic mons seeming to be huge, and she could see the full lips of her sex, slightly parted.
"Ohhhh," she moaned and then shut her eyes when she was again lathered. Eleanor made sure to remove every hair, her fingers sliding between Lucy's vulva lips, grinning as she found them covered with the girl's own cream. She washed her once more before declaring her properly shorn. Lucy found she couldn't speak or even look at Eleanor as she was helped off the stool. She was led, still naked, to a stool that had been placed before the large fireplace that took up most of the outer wall of the room. Eleanor gently ran a brush through Lucy's hair countless times before the mass began to dry. Lucy had been stiff, her back ramrod-straight at the first pull of the brush. By the time her hair was dry and lying like a golden shawl over her shoulders to cover her breasts and down her back to touch the beginning swells of her small bottom, she was limp and totally relaxed. Eleanor smiled as she led the woman to stand by the bed.
Lucy saw a white garment lying on the bed and watched as Eleanor lifted it. Lucy blushed, seeing that it was a nightgown like nothing she had seen before. It appeared to be almost translucent, and as it was pulled over her body, she felt her nipples harden and her sex begin to pulse as the fabric slipped across her skin. Eleanor turned the girl to face her.
"You are indeed a beautiful young woman, Lucille," Eleanor said, softly. "Lucas is a lucky man." Lucy blushed, which only made her skin seem to glow even brighter. Eleanor led her back to the fire, seating herself in a large armchair and guiding Lucy to sit on the floor at her feet.
"I know that what I am about to discuss should come from your mother, little one," Eleanor said, and Lucy felt her eyes well. Eleanor reached out and gently stroked a finger down Lucy's cheek. "I am sorry for your loss, Lucy. If there is ever a time a young woman needs her mother's advice, her wedding night is that time. I am honored to be able to help you in your mother's absence." Lucy nodded, even though she wished with all her heart that her mother were seated before her. Eleanor gave her another few moments.
"Don't be frightened, Lucille," she said, softly. "I know you are an innocent, but since you did attend school with other girls, I know girls will talk and whisper what they assume happens when a man mates with a woman. Have you heard this sort of talk?" Lucy was stunned at the bluntness of the question and couldn't speak. Eleanor shook her head, "Don't be shy, little one. I am not trying to embarrass you but to prepare you for when you are taken for the first time. Tell me now, what do you know?" Part of Lucy wished she could disappear, but another part prompted her to take advantage of this opportunity.
Eleanor said softly, "All little ones have questions before they are bedded for the first time. Or is it that your sister has spoken about things she has been instructed to keep silent about?" Her question caused Lucy to gasp. Eleanor remained quiet, allowing the young woman to gather her thoughts. Her patience was finally rewarded when Lucy's soft voice broke the silence of the room.
"Louisa has not spoken to me," Lucy said, and her embarrassment at the admission of her total ignorance was obvious. "I only heard that ... that it is painful. Will ... will it hurt?"
"It will," Eleanor admitted but was quick to continue, "But, little one, it will only hurt the first me your husband enters you." Lucy couldn't help but tremble as she remembered the feel of Lucas' cock beneath her hand when he had placed it on his shaft. Eleanor reached down and stroked her cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind Lucy's ear.
"Men, especially men like your husband, will demand your submission when you are taken, Lucille. You are a lucky little girl," she said, with a smile. "Though you must always offer yourself to your husband whenever he so desires, I know Lucas will take the time to be gentle as he teaches you how to please him." She thought the blush that suffused Lucy's face was adorable and also spoke the truth of her innocence. "Lucy, you do know what a cock is, don't you?" Lucy's face turned even redder, her eyes immediately dropping to look at her hands twisting in her lap. The room remained silent except for the occasional popping of a log as it burned in the fireplace. Eleanor simply waited, and Lucy finally nodded.
"I ... I know," she whispered. "Lucas had me touch..." she paused, her embarrassment acute. "I ... I never ... never have ..." she quieted, unable to continue.
"Of course you haven't, my girl," Eleanor said, with a smile. "You are a virginal, innocent bride, exactly as you should be. Don't be frightened, Lucille; making love can be a wondrous thing. You are a special type of woman. We both know just how soaked you get between your legs when you are touched." Lucy's whimper was ignored. "It is nothing to be ashamed of. It is a unique gift that only those women who are truly submissive and truly able to feel such intense passion possess. Trust in Lucas
, Lucille. Trust him to teach you the endless ways to find pleasures he will provide you, and in turn, teach you to provide him."
Eleanor paused again, wanting the girl to have time to truly process her words. "This life is not an easy one," Eleanor admitted, and reached down to cup Lucy's chin to force her eyes to meet hers. "It won't be easy. You will be often spanked, paddled, whipped and even caned. You will be subjected to even more embarrassing things than the enema you received today. You will often feel ashamed, but Lucy, you will learn to obey. Lucas will be your husband, as well as your father. He will demand both complete obedience and total submission. He will take you to the depths of despair as he punishes your body when you disobey him." Eleanor paused, knowing the girl was listening to words she didn't dare consider. "You will beg him to be merciful, make promises you can't possibly be expected to keep, in an effort to have him stop reddening your bottom, your legs or anywhere he decides to punish." She paused again, knowing Lucy had never once contemplated being punished on anywhere except her small, rounded bottom or the backs of her tender thighs. Eleanor knew the girl would soon learn that her body could be most effectively punished in many additional places. It would be Lucas' decision on which area he wished to direct his discipline, just as it was his decision on which implements he would choose to use on his child-wife.
"Little one, he will also take you to heights of pleasure you can't imagine," Eleanor said, with a knowing smile. "You will beg him not to stop as he teaches you to allow yourself to let go of your inhibitions as you accept the gifts he offers. You will plead for mercy as he forces you to experience sensations that will often consume your very soul. True love is very rare, Lucy. Few men and women are lucky enough to find that one person that allows them complete and utter surrender to each other. I believe that you and Lucas are among those few. Do not fear your husband, Lucy. Do not ever question his love for you, as it will be proven every day for the rest of your life, regardless if it is given with a strap or with his possession of your body. Learn to give yourself completely to him, and, my dearest little one, you will find complete happiness in your surrender." Lucy couldn't speak. She heard each word Eleanor spoke and felt the truth in the syllables as her heart and soul drank them in. She remembered the vows she had sworn just that morning, vows that were echoed by Eleanor's words. Speaking of such intimate things in the privacy of her husband's bedchamber seemed to add weight to the words spoken. Lucy remembered her promises to submit and obey in all things, and a shiver of expectation, as well as fear flowed through her. She laid her head against Eleanor's thigh and felt the woman stroking her hair. Lucy didn't know if she could follow Eleanor's advice and was both frightened and fascinated with what she had heard. Her fingers went to stroke the charm about her neck as she remembered the inscription Lucas had read to her. All she knew for sure was that she would give her everything to Lucas because she loved him with every ounce of her being.
Neither heard the door opening or saw the man enter the room. He stood for a moment, the sight before the fire taking his very breath away. Eleanor's hand continued to stroke down Lucy's golden hair, her eyes lowered as she watched the girl accept her destiny. Lucy looked like an angel, her body barely covered by the gossamer gown, the firelight reflecting the small perfect body through the sheer fabric. Eleanor sensed something and looked up. Her smile was beautiful as she nodded.
"Little one, your Papa is here," she whispered to the kneeling girl. Lucy's eyes lifted and met those of her husband. Her smile was hesitant but beautiful as it spread across her face. Eleanor stood and reached down to draw the girl to her feet. Lucy stood, her body trembling, her hands shaking as Lucas stood watching from across the room. Eleanor bent and placed a kiss on Lucy's cheek. "Remember," she whispered and said another word that caused Lucy's heart to pound: "Submit."
Lucy didn't reply, her voice forgotten as the word resounded in her mind. She watched as Eleanor nodded to Lucas and left the room, gently closing the door behind her. Lucas hadn't seemed to even notice her, his eyes locked on the tiny figure in front of the fire. As Eleanor descended the stairs, she felt a momentary twinge of regret for not finding a man who looked at her the way Lucas' eyes devoured his bride. She tossed away her regret as she thought of all the young women she had helped prepare for evenings such as this. She focused on hoping that the words she had imparted helped Lucy on the difficult journey she was only now beginning to explore.
Chapter 7
Lucy remained frozen; the room silent as if the occupants feared any sound would break the spell of expectation that seemed to hold them in place. Lucas was attempting to control the urge to simply throw Lucy down where she stood and stake the ultimate claim upon her. His eyes seemed to darken, and Lucy heard the small growl he was unaware he made. She felt her body tremble harder, his look seeming to say he wished to devour her. She was the supplicant to the man before her, his very presence filling her with submission. She lowered her eyes, her hands twisting in the thin fabric of her gown, one that she realized was almost transparent. As she became aware that the nipples of her breasts were clearly visible as they strained against the bodice of the gown, she moaned and began to lift her arms to cover herself.
The silence was broken by a single command. "Don't." Lucas had no intention of allowing his bride to hide any part of her from him. Her hands seemed to hover in the air as if uncertain of their proper place. "Put your arms down, Kitten," Lucas said as he kept his eyes on her. "You will not cover yourself from me. You belong to me now, and I wish to drink my fill of your beauty." His words were kind, but firm and Lucy found her arms dropping to her sides, her chest heaving as she struggled to remember how to breathe. Lucas could see how her breasts rose and fell, the puckered nipples topping each lovely breast, drawing his focus. His cock, already swollen, seemed to swell further, though trapped inside the confines of his trousers. Lucas' eyes drifted from the tantalizing sight of Lucy's breasts to travel down her slim body whose outline was clearly defined by the firelight illuminating it through the gown. His heart almost stopped when he saw the apex of her thighs, the mound of her sex in slight shadow. He almost ordered her to lift her gown, to show him what he had instructed Eleanor to prepare. He heard a small whimper and understood that Lucy was aware of his perusal, where his eyes were now focusing, and knew she felt uneasy.
"Turn around for me," he said. Lucy didn't move, not understanding why he wished her to do so. Lucas drew off his coat, tossing it to a nearby chair and then realized she had yet to move. "Turn to the fire, Lucy," he repeated. "I wish to see all of my bride." Lucy blushed suddenly, as shy as if she were stark naked, instead of gowned. His voice was low and husky, yet he spoke with absolute authority. "Obey me," he said. "Show me your bottom." The bluntness of his order caused her to flush. She had never before been as conscious of her body as she was at this moment. She whimpered again, her breasts seeming to swell, her nipples to tighten, and her sex to moisten even further as if preparing itself for him. She slowly turned to the fire, her small bottom now outlined, its heart-shaped hillocks barely concealed under her gown. She wasn't aware of her husband's movements until he spoke from inches away.
"You are truly the most beautiful bride in the world, Lucy," Lucas said as he continued to look down at her. She began to turn to him, wishing to bury her face in his chest. She felt shamed by how she must appear, not as an innocent young woman but one whose own body seemed to declare her wanton. Lucas felt the movement and wrapped his arms around her, holding her, his front pressing against her back. She gasped, feeling his hands as they cupped her breasts, the sensation consuming her as she felt her nipples being stroked through the gown. Her legs began to tremble as she moaned and unconsciously pressed her breasts into his palms. Lucas bent and kissed her neck as he held her intimately for the first time. Lucy's face burned when she felt him press his hips forward, his hard body pressing into her soft one. She understood she was feeling his cock as it pressed against the small of her back. Her stomach flipped, an
d she felt a rush of moisture gathering between her legs. She began to shift her legs closer together but was stilled immediately when he dropped one hand and placed in on her lower abdomen.
"No," he whispered, kissing her neck again. "You will always remain open for me, little one. You will never attempt to close your legs to hide what is mine." She burned hotter, both with embarrassment as well as with an internal heat that was rolling through her body. She felt the hand move a bit lower until his palm was pressed against the freshly shorn mound of her pubis. Her breath hitched when a long finger moved to gently run through the center of her sex. She was suddenly mortified, when she realized he had easily discovered the evidence of the wetness that was filling her sex. "Beautiful," he said and Lucy's face flamed even hotter. A small mew of discomfort, based upon embarrassment about what he was speaking of, was drawn from her as his finger pressed harder between the now throbbing lips of her sex. Lucas adored the sound. After weeks of waiting, he was able to prove that his little lioness could purr. It was a sound he fully intended to hear thousands of times as he taught her pleasure.
Lucas moved both of his hands to her shoulders and turned her to him. Lucy was relieved as she was pressed against his chest—her face hidden, her body no longer on display. Her relief was short-lived as she felt his huge hands drop to cup her bottom, his palms easily holding each buttock, as if they had been specifically made for this one man. She felt a shock through her body as he gently pressed her cheeks, kneading them softly before running his fingers all across the surface of her bottom. She realized this was a sensation she had never felt before. While she had felt hands on her bottom before, those hands had been hard and purposeful, always bringing a quick but different sort of burn as they spanked her for some naughtiness or misbehavior. The hands holding her now were not causing her pain; they were softly caressing her flesh, fingers moving to trace the sides of her hips and the underside of her bottom where it curved down into the beginning of her thighs. Just as he had drawn a finger up the center of her front, she felt a finger drawing up the cleft of her bottom. She moaned deeply, her hands moving from her sides to clutch at the shirt where she was pressing her face.