by Maggie Ryan
“You missed six problems, Lucille. I believe two strokes for each mistake should remind you to focus your attention better.” Hearing that she was to receive a dozen strokes of the paddle made her heart beat faster, but still, it was less than half the number she had taken from the birch. Lucy braced herself, but the paddle didn’t descend to begin its attack on her already extremely bruised bottom. “I’m waiting Lucille,” Edward said softly, and she flushed anew as she remembered she was required to ask for correction. Lucy gritted her teeth, and briefly wondered what would happen if she simply remained silent. After all, if she specifically asked for a spanking then she was essentially confessing her crime and submitting herself to discipline. “Would three strokes per problem help you concentrate on what is expected of you, young lady?” Edward asked, and she knew she’d discovered the answer.
If she remained quiet then her punishment simply increased. Swallowing hard, she shook her head even as she choked, “I’m so… sorry Edward… oh, I mean, Sir. Ummm, I’m sorry I failed my quiz. May I please have a spanking?”
Edward shook his head and tapped her bottom briefly. “This isn’t my hand, Lucille. You aren’t going to be spanked; you are about to be paddled. Please correct your request and remember, it is ‘your’ paddling, not ‘a’ paddling.” Her face burned with the injustice of it all, but she simply desired it to be over. Practically spitting out the words, she tried again.
“I’m sorry I failed my quiz, Sir. Please, may I have MY paddling now?”
Edward grinned. She was taking a very dangerous tone of voice with him, but he had to give her a nod of respect. She, like her sister, wasn’t mere putty in his hands. They both contained spirit and fire, and he found he enjoyed that characteristic. It made it all the more rewarding when one of the two sisters had to subject herself to his rules and discipline. He stepped back a bit and said, “Yes, my girl. You may have your paddling.”
With that, Lucy forgot her determination to remain stubborn or defiant. The sound of the wood slapping into her bottom was sharp and clear in the room. The paddle bounced off her bottom after each crack and she raised her head and cried out with every stroke. Perhaps if her bottom had not already been so tender, so painful and bruised, she might have managed to remain quiet and take the punishment with dignity. As it was, she felt the paddle reignite the pain from her birching as it slapped against the wheals that covered her from the top of her bottom to the juncture of her thighs. “Ohhh, please,” she cried after the first six had been given. “I’m sorry! Please… oh please, Sir!” she wailed as he changed sides and began the second half of her count. These swats were just as heavy and hard as the first, and her wails were carried out into the garden. If Lucille had been aware that her reaction to her chastisement had been clearly audible outside this room, she would have felt even more shame.
As it was, Edward had finished her paddling and simply pulled her bloomers back into place, pulled her to stand and adjusted her skirts. She was a sobbing mess, but had obediently sobbed out her thanks for his discipline. Edward had placed the paddle back into the cabinet, turned to inform her that she would be strapped this evening if she failed the quiz again, and not even giving her time to compose herself, led her from the study and back to the dining room. Now she was sitting on her throbbing bottom and was mortified yet again, and trying to fight the desire to simply bury her face in her hands and sob. She saw a fresh sheet of paper slide in front of her and picked up her pencil. She lifted her eyes to the page expecting yet another column of numbers for her to process. Instead, she saw two words printed across the top of the page. I’m sorry she read, and understood that her teacher felt it was his fault that she had failed the quiz. She felt fresh tears fill her eyes as she raised her eyes to his. He smiled down at her and then sat and covered the page with the quiz she had just taken. She had answered most of the questions correctly, and frankly, he didn’t believe she had deserved the punishment she had obviously been given.
“You did well, Miss Furniss,” he began, as he removed his handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to her. She blushed, remembering the handkerchief pressed into her mouth the day before to keep her silent. She knew he was only offering what comfort he could, so she accepted it and used it to wipe her eyes. She attempted to return it but he lowered his voice, “Please, keep it. Perhaps you will consider it a token of my remorse, in that I feel partially responsible for the… for your…. ”
She looked at him in disbelief. “Paddling?” she offered. She was shocked to see his own face flush, and his discomfort. She should have remained silent, for she had truly embarrassed the man who was trying to help her.
Charles cleared his throat and said, “I was going to say failure, but, Miss Furniss, I don’t consider it a failure. You only missed a half dozen problems out of fifty. If this had been the final exam, you do realize you would have passed?” The words seemed to hang in the air. Passed? She had just gotten a hard paddling for a score that meant she would have passed!
Lucille found herself smiling despite the irony. She saw him answer the smile and she lowered her gaze. “Obviously I did not do well enough to pass Lord Wintercrest’s expectations though, did I?”
“I suppose not, but Miss Furniss, you’ve come quite far in the few hours we’ve had. Your only difficulties were in working with negative numbers.” Lucy sighed, her pencil tapping at the sheet of paper.
“I’ll never be able to do this, Sir. I simply don’t understand how negatives can become positive. How can you have negative anything? I mean, if you don’t have something to begin with, then I don’t understand how you can suddenly have something.”
Charles thought about her words and chuckled. She looked at him in surprise and saw his grin. “Miss Furniss, you don’t have to understand to do well.” He saw her confusion and leaned closer. “I confess that sometimes mathematics doesn’t tend to make sense. What you need to do Miss Furniss is to simply stop thinking.”
“Stop thinking?” she asked her confusion growing and wondered if she had heard him incorrectly. He grinned and nodded,
“Yes, don’t think about why. Simply memorize the equations and the rules. Unless you are planning to become a mathematics professor or an engineer, or even working in banking, I see no need for you to understand math. If you goal is simply to pass the exam on Monday, then just stop thinking and memorize. Can you do that?” She found herself nodding, even as she glanced over her should back towards Edward’s study.
“Do you think I can memorize enough to pass the next exam? I mean, make no mistakes at all?”
Charles saw her concern and said, “When are you being given another chance?”
“Be… before dinner. Please, do you promise I can do this?”
Charles wanted nothing more than to make her that promise but knew he couldn’t. “I have faith in you Miss Furniss, but you must also have faith in yourself. I can only promise that I’ll do my very best.”
She smiled and looked down at the paper. “Then I can do nothing less. Shall we begin?” The two studied, but this time he concentrated on drilling only the formulas and rules into her mind. By the time Edward returned to the room, they both had more confidence. Louisa was nowhere to be seen, and Lucy wished she could be there to show her support.
Edward saw her look behind him and he smiled. “Louisa hasn’t been awakened from her nap, Lucille. Are you prepared for your exam?” Lucy was confused at his choice of words about her sister’s nap but was more concerned about her own bottom at this juncture. She didn’t see that the tutor had lifted his eyes to gaze at Edward with a surprised, but not shocked, look on his face. “Lucille, I believe I asked you a question?”
Lucy flushed at having been chastised yet again, nodded and said, “Yes Sir, I’m… I’m ready.”
He nodded and held out his hand. “Shall we attend to your exam in the study, little one?” Lucy flushed hotly at the endearment but found herself standing and putting her hand in Edward’s. She couldn’
t bring herself to lift her eyes, but instead concentrated on repeating the formulas in her head as he led her to the study. She was trembling as he opened the door and led her inside. He didn’t release her until they reached his desk.
“You may sit in my chair Lucille while you take your exam. I believe you will find the soft leather a comfort on what I am sure is still a somewhat aching little bottom. I only hope your answers are good enough to keep the strap behind closed doors.” Lucy didn’t hear the small gasp that escaped from Charles as he listened to the instructions. She simply sank down on the chair, praying she’d remember her lessons and that she wouldn’t soon be finding herself bent across this huge expanse of wood, her skirts raised and her bloomers down, her bare bottom lifted as she was forced to ask for additional punishment.
Edward had spoken softly but knew his words were reaching his ward. She was being very obedient, and though she was trembling a bit, he was very proud of her. His eyes and ears missed nothing, and he was well aware of the impact his conversation was having on Professor Lloyds. Edward kept his mouth firm though he truly wanted to smile. The man was obviously trying hard not to react to what was being discussed but he wasn’t able to hide either the flush that rose on his cheeks or the bulge that was even now rising within his pants. Edward turned to him and asked if he had prepared a new exam. Charles assured him that he had, and handed it to him. Edward slid the paper in front of Lucille.
“I truly hope to see marked improvement, Lucille.” She bravely nodded and at his nod, she began to work through the problems one at a time. She forced herself to go slowly and work through the easy ones first. Once those were complete, she returned to work on the ones that had given her pause. Remembering her tutor’s words, she took a deep breath and ran the equations and formulas through her head. She finished the last problem only seconds before Edward called time. She laid down her pencil and passed her quiz to her Professor. They both watched as he ran his pencil down the page ticking off each answer. He was smiling widely as he looked up and passed the exam to Edward.
“Excellent job Miss Furniss. You’ve completed each problem correctly. I’m very proud of you.” Lucy beamed at him, even as she sank back in her chair.
Her euphoria didn’t last long as Edward said, “I believe this was an unfair quiz Lucille. Wasn’t it simply a repeat of the one you failed this afternoon?” Lucy glanced at her tutor and then back at her guardian. She had to be honest.
“Ye… yes Sir but… but I got them all correct this time.” Charles was furious that her guardian had seen fit to destroy her accomplishment. She had worked extremely hard and deserved praise. Without thinking, he said,
“Miss Furniss, look at me.” Lucy turned to him a bit shocked to hear his command.
“Tell me, what happens when you multiply two negative numbers?” Louisa thought for only a second and answered,
“You get a positive number, Sir.”
“Correct. Tell me what is the correct way to divide fractions.”
“You turn the second number over and multiply across so you aren’t really using division at all.”
“Again that is correct. Can you work through this equation for me please?” He gave her a long string of numbers some in parenthesis and some containing decimals. She looked like she was about to panic, when she saw Edward scribbling on paper.
“May I write it down, Sir?” she asked and with his nod, he repeated the question slowly as she wrote it down on her tablet. He watched as she worked through the problem and finished only a second after Edward. She looked over at her guardian and then back at her tutor.
“I believe the answer is one-hundred, Sir.”
She heard Edward ask sharply, “How positive are you of your answer, Lucille?”
She felt a moment’s hesitation, and then straightened her spine and said, “One hundred precent Sir.”
Edward’s face finally broke into a smile. “Correct. Tell me, what was the difference between this test and the last where you earned a paddling?”
Louisa flushed with shame at the reminder of her paddling but answered, “I learned to take each bit of the problem at a time. I didn’t hurry, and have learned the formulas that Professor Lloyds has been trying to teach me for over a year.”
Edward nodded and stood. “Very well done little one. You may retire to your room and rest a bit before dressing for dinner. You shall continue your studies tomorrow.”
Lucy stood and turned to face her tutor. “Thank you Professor. Thank you very much for your help.”
Charles felt his heart swell with pride, and felt the warmth of her thanks envelop him. “You are most welcome Miss Furniss. I shall see you tomorrow.” She nodded, and then turned and left the room.
Edward watched as Charles gathered his papers. As he escorted him to the door, he said, “It seems Lucille simply needed to have incentive to truly apply herself to her studies. Her fear of another good thrashing served her well don’t you think?”
Charles was a bit shocked at the blatant conversation, and wanted to take the man to task for failing to support his ward. He was also slightly ashamed that his mind had automatically began to visualize Miss Furniss bent over, skirts raised and bottom bare, to receive that same incentive. Flushing, he opened his mouth to suggest that support and encouragement might have been kinder incentives but knew he could easily be banned from the household, and he most certainly didn’t want that to happen. He was absolutely fascinated with the dynamics of Wintercrest Manor. Instead, he shook Edward’s hand and said, “I believe your ward will make you proud, Lord Wintercrest, if you only give her a chance.”
Edward smiled knowing the man had more he wished to say, and waited for him to do so. When Charles remained silent, he nodded and motioned for Henri. His driver led Charles down the steps and soon had him settled in the carriage. Charles sat back on the seat and felt his thoughts drawn to his student. He realized he was no longer thinking of her as a simple student. Spending the day with her, seeing her shame as well as hearing her cries, but seeing her then continue her studies with determination to succeed impressed him greatly. He found himself wishing she would indeed pass the exam and graduate. If that came to pass, he could easily see himself seeking permission to call on her. Not as her tutor of course, but as a possible suitor. He fantasized about the possibilities until he arrived at his townhouse. He absently heard Henri arrange to pick him up the following morning and then watched the carriage drive away. He climbed the stairs to his door and found himself wishing the evening was done and he was back in the lovely, haunting presence of Miss Furniss.
Edward watched as the carriage disappeared down the drive. He smiled as he contemplated all he had learned over the last two days. His ward was indeed a young woman in need of strict discipline as well as having all the makings of a very good little submissive. Her beauty had caught the eye of her teacher and, if Edward knew anything about men (and he did) Charles’ eyes weren’t the only part of his anatomy that was desirous of the young woman. The teacher had been quick to defend his student with the quickness of a man defending his maiden. However, Edward had very serious doubts about Charles’ ability to tame Lucille much less allow her to find true fulfillment in her life. Knowing that the following few days would only cause his surety in his beliefs of what Lucy needed to be proven, he smiled and closed the door. Professor Lloyds would perhaps be one of Lucille’s suitors but Edward already had his mind on another man as her possible mate. One far more suited for the spirited young woman.
Edward forced himself to push aside the thoughts of his ward and, instead, climbed the stairs thinking of his own sweet little lady. Louisa was in her crib and he felt his own sex stir as he contemplated on how well she had learned the lesson he had begun teaching her while Lucy studied. Naptime was over, it was time for the Lord of Wintercrest to wake his little one and see how obedient his precious young wife could be.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5