Homecoming

by Maggie Ryan

  Lucy felt the tip of the plug placed at her entrance. His words of gentle praise helped her to answer, though she knew that it didn’t really matter if she were ready; her Papa was going to put her binkie inside her, regardless of her desire. “Yes, Papa.” Despite her conscious effort to submit, she still squealed as the larger width of the plug finally breached her muscle and was seated deeply within her.

  “Good girl,” Lucas said, patting her bottom. “Kitten, don’t clench your bottom; that will cause you greater discomfort. Relax and submit to the lesson.” She nodded as he helped her off the table and the purpose of the leather straps became quite clear. He pulled the straps that hung from the belt at her waist up between her legs, threading them through the hole in the plug’s flange. He then buckled both straps securely to the back side of her belt. He gave each strap a tug to ensure they were properly tightened.

  Lucy squealed, feeling the plug move inside her. She also felt the straps rubbing against each side of the sensitive lips of her cunny. The need for the exact intimate measurements became obvious. The harness had obviously been made to fit her small frame perfectly. Despite its shameful purpose, it wasn’t heavy or truly uncomfortable, though she was positive it would be all she could think about until her husband removed it.

  Lucas pulled his wife to him, cupping her flushed cheeks before bending to kiss her gently. “Your harness is to assure the plug remains where I’ve placed it, Kitten, just as your nappy did while you napped. There will come a time when you will be required to maintain its placement on your own. However, I have chosen to allow you to wear your harness until you are more accustomed to holding your binkie in your flower. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to remain in nappies for the rest of the day?”

  Never before would she have considered thanking him for the harness, its sole purpose too shameful to think about, but she immediately changed her mind at the thought of being diapered. “No, Papa. I … I don’t want to wear a nappy. Thank you for … for my … harness,” Lucy said, standing frozen, as if she were afraid to move, but very grateful for his consideration.

  “Sweetie, you can move as you would normally. No one but your nanny and I will know that you are having your flower opened.” He ignored the instant flush that suffused her entire body, stepping away so that her nanny could get her dressed.

  Lucy gradually accepted his words as truth, initially moving cautiously, but by the time she was led downstairs, she was able to walk almost normally, albeit her steps a bit smaller. Her behavior had been exemplary for the remainder of the day. She didn’t make a single complaint when Molly again had her sewing buttons onto her pinafores. When Lucinda mentioned classes again and informed Molly that a package had been delivered while they were upstairs, Lucy had watched as her nanny opened the large box to reveal the new uniform.

  “I shall expect you in class the moment your nanny dresses you properly,” Lucinda said and though Lucy flushed hotly, fearing that the governess somehow knew what she was wearing beneath her clothing, she managed to meet the woman’s eyes.

  “Yes, Miss Browning,” Lucy said, softly.

  Lucas was very proud of his little one’s respectful behavior and also made note that she didn’t try to avoid his sisters after dinner when they asked her to join them in a game. He understood that she was still somewhat embarrassed that she had gotten a spanking which her new family had witnessed. Though he sympathized with her to an extent, she had grown up with the knowledge that her behavior dictated her discipline. That lesson had continued when she became the ward of Edward Wintercrest. If she didn’t wish to have to face people in her family or the staff that shared their home, either while she was being punished or after that punishment was over, she would have to learn to make better choices. He was very pleased with the harness that his leathersmith had fashioned. Though he could tell by the way Lucy was moving more deliberately, he knew no one besides the three of them was aware of what had been placed in his naughty girl’s bottom or what she was wearing to assure it remained exactly where her Papa had placed it.

  When it was time for bed, Ettie hugged her and whispered that she hoped Lucy felt better. Frannie did so as well. Bea spoke last, leaning close as she hugged Lucy. “It will be o … okay, Lucy. If you ever need to talk … wife to wife … I’m here for you.”

  Lucy nodded, grateful for the offer. Bea had taken her aside earlier and softly assured Lucy that all of her sisters understood how she was feeling. “Please, don’t be embarrassed, Lucy, we’ve … we’ve all been spanked at the table or in other rooms, with witnesses. I … I know it’s awful, but we won’t ever think unkindly of you,” Bea had assured her, even as she looked around the library to make sure their conversation was private. “Miss Browning was horrid to you. I … I don’t know why she … well, just know we understand how you felt.”

  Lucy flushed, but her eyes showed her thankfulness that someone besides herself did feel the governess had been awful. “Thank you, Bea,” Lucy said, ready to place the blame where she felt it belonged. Turning slightly in her chair to make sure the witch wasn’t near, she winced a bit, the presence in her rear instantly refocusing her attention to where the blame truly belonged. “I … I still shouldn’t have screamed or thrown a tantrum,” she admitted. “I know better, and I … I deserved to be punished. I should have waited and spoken to Papa instead of misbehaving. It’s my fault I was … was spanked.”

  Nodding, Bea gave her sister a hug. She confessed that she too had been punished rather severely when she had decided that, since another bride was now at Hunter’s Ridge, she would have no need of further schooling to fill her days. She had visualized filling her days with long talks, reading, and spending time with her brother’s wife, instead of sitting in class. When she broached her intentions to her husband that first morning, Frank had smiled but informed her that both Lucas and he believed in education. He hadn’t bothered telling her that Lucy would be joining her sisters in school soon enough. She didn’t need an explanation; she needed to simply obey his orders. When Bea had continued to argue, Frank had quickly given her an attitude adjustment with his belt across her flanks. That was the reason she had been late to breakfast that morning, and that occurrence had also led to the essay he required she write. After a two-thousand-word essay on why wives were to obey and submit to their husbands, her argument was done and her apology made. Her new sister’s support reminded her of Emmie and Louisa, both of whom she was suddenly missing very much.

  Lucy kissed her Papa’s cheek before taking Molly’s hand. Once upstairs, Lucy was quickly stripped. She was led to the same bench where she had received her paddling and helped onto its surface. Molly quickly arranged the pink-and-white wedge, instructing her to bend over, her bottom perched at the apex. Lucy was obedient, mentally preparing herself for her last spanking, her eyes going to the cabinet on the wall. When Molly left her side, Lucy laid still, waiting for her Papa to join her in her nursery. She only began to cry when Molly returned with a bulging red enema bag. Hanging the bag from a previously unnoticed hook on the wall of the cabinet, Molly looked down at her charge, giving her a little smile. “This doesn’t have to be uncomfortable, Lucy, unless your behavior causes it to become so. I’m not going to give you a punishment enema; I simply need to clean your bottom thoroughly before you join your Papa.” Though her nanny’s words offered Lucy’s some comfort, she kept her eyes clenched tightly shut while her nanny unbuckled the straps of the harness and replaced the plug with the enema nozzle. Lucy’s eyes didn’t open until the entire, embarrassing procedure was completed. She was shaking slightly as Molly helped her off the chamber pot and washed her gently before reinserting the plug, leaving the harness draped across the tub.

  Walking back into the nursery, clenching her bottom as tightly as she could, now that she didn’t have the harness fixing the plug in place, she discovered that her husband was waiting for them. Blushing hotly, she remained silent. While she had been pleased when he joined her in his bed early on
other evenings, she was not ignorant of the fact that tonight he was not joining her to teach her a lesson in pleasure.

  “She was a very good girl, Sir. She accepted her entire enema without a single word of complaint or a moment of fuss,” Molly informed him as she released Lucy’s hand and stepped to the armoire. Lucas didn’t speak but gave his wife a kiss before leaving her with Molly to be prepared for bed.

  Lucy was suddenly very grateful that she had not caused her nanny to report that she had been naughty during her enema. She knew that if she had caused trouble, the upcoming punishment would not have been the only one she still had to face. Once Lucy was dressed in her gown, she was led across the hall, seeing Joseph’s back as he left Lucas’ room and walked down the stairs.

  Lucy’s flush deepened when she saw the bed. She knew that Lucas’ valet turned down the bed and laid the fire each evening. She understood that he would be far more aware of what happened in his employer’s bedchamber than any other person besides her nanny. Previously unknown straps were now visible and lying across the mattress. A large bolster had been placed in the center of the bed, waiting for a naughty girl to be draped across its surface. Lucas lifted her onto the bed and patted the top of the bolster. “Right over now, Kitten,” he instructed, and watched to see her place herself across yet another firm pillow. “She is to be restrained when she is plugged in my bed, Molly. I don’t want her to be able to move about or be tempted to remove her bottom-binkie.” Molly nodded and watched as soft cuffs were placed around Lucy’s wrists and ankles and then secured to straps on the bed.

  Feeling her limbs being restrained, Lucy's mind drifted to the first time her husband had restrained her for a punishment. It had been on the train after her tantrum, having accused Molly of losing Cleo. She remembered he had explained that he didn’t want to chance hurting her hands if she should reach back to cover her bottom during her punishment. She shuddered, remembering she had received both a strapping as well as a switching that afternoon and understood that being restrained this evening most likely meant she was to receive more than another paddling.

  “The cuffs need not be tight; I want Lucy to be as comfortable as possible.” While the obvious purpose was to secure her, the straps assuring that she remained in position, Lucy could move her arms and legs just enough to avoid cramping. “If she is being restrained and she’s wearing her gown after having her bottom reddened, simply push the garment up onto her back. Having her red bottom exposed will help her remember that she’s been naughty, just as it did when she was in the corner of the dining room this afternoon.” He heard Lucy’s soft whimper and knew his words were making an impact. “Thankfully, she behaved for you during her cleansing and didn’t earn a spanking. Since her bottom is not yet red, she is allowed both her gown and the sheets for her comfort.”

  “I understand, Sir,” Molly answered clearly, wanting him to understand that she was paying close attention and would make sure to do her best to perform any and all duties required in her role.

  “Good; if you need help the first few times, you just need ask,” Lucas said, bending to kiss his wife. “And, of course, if our little one gives you any problems, don’t hesitate to spank her bottom and leave the covers down and her gown up so that her naughtiness will be instantly evident when I join her later. I’m sure she’ll soon learn that the only thing more uncomfortable than lying over her punishment pillow with her binkie in her bottom is to lie with a hot, spanked red bottom exposed, knowing that her Papa will give her another dose for being naughty for her nanny.”

  When he and Molly moved to the door, Lucy began to cry. Having to be made to wait for her punishment only served to make it loom larger in her mind until her entire soul was aching to have it completed, no matter how painful it would be on an already spanked and paddled bottom. It was horrid enough being in this position, even though her body was covered instead of being left bare. She realized she’d rather have the entire household look at her red bottom than to be left alone. It was unbearable. “Papa, please … please don’t leave me. Not … not like this,” she begged. “Please, Papa, please stay … I’ll … I’ll take my punishment; just don’t leave me.”

  Lucas returned to the bed, squatting down until his face was even with his little one’s distressed one. He reached out and stroked her cheek, her tears wetting the tip of his finger. “Your punishment began the moment you placed yourself across your punishment pillow, Kitten. I shall return to continue your lesson at the proper time. Until then, I suggest you take the opportunity to consider how best to avoid being in that position if you don’t find pleasure in it,” Lucas said, tenderly but firmly. He stood, gave her raised bottom a single pat. “Make sure you don’t lose your binkie, little one,” he said matter-of-factly, seeing her clench her cheeks immediately at his words. Molly left the room with him but decided to remain just across the hall in her own room so that she would be close by if Lucy needed help. Leaving the door open a crack, they both heard Lucy’s soft sobs issuing from the room. It would be a difficult lesson for Lucy to learn but one that Lucas felt would be beneficial.

  Lucas was true to his word and returned a couple of hours later. He found his wife sleeping, her golden hair spread out across her pillow, her body relaxed in sleep. He loosened but did not remove the straps holding her ankles apart. He would allow her no opportunity to twist or move away. Lucy didn’t wake until she felt cool air wafting across her skin when Lucas drew the covers down and lifted her gown up high onto her back to once more expose her bottom.

  Chapter 15

  Lucy felt her skin heat as sleep left her and she remembered—not only her position—but the promise of her husband returning to finish her lesson. Though she had tried to deny it, she was an intelligent woman and knew that lesson would end in her learning how it felt to have her husband deep inside her secret place. Lucas laid the box containing her plugs, as well as a small jar of lubricant, on the bed where she could easily see them. Lucy whimpered as her bottom again clenched around its present invader. She waited for him to remove the plug, but instead of doing so, he sat on the bed, brushing her hair from her face.

  “Tell me, Kitten, why are you going to be punished?” he asked, softly.

  Her eyes closed briefly but then met his. She had wept when he left her, but before she fell asleep, she had remembered her nanny’s words. She had indeed thought about her vows and what they meant. She had vowed to obey her husband and to willingly submit to punishment when she failed to obey. She had also thought about how she had spent most of the day. While it had been frightening and uncomfortable having the plug seated in her bottom, it had not truly hurt anything but her pride. Neither her husband nor her nanny had caused her to feel humiliated. Lucas had taken the time to explain each step of the process and then gently guided her through each step. He had also allowed her to retain her drawers when he could have easily put her in a nappy. Her shame came from how her actions had caused her husband to be so disappointed in her.

  “I failed to learn the lessons you’ve been trying to teach me, Papa,” she confessed. “You’ve told me before not to be disrespectful, not to interrupt but I … I disobeyed again. I threw a horrible tantrum. I know why I’m being punished, Papa. I’m sorry and … and I’ll do my best to submit and to remember this lesson.”

  Lucas was pleased with her confession and felt the true burden of his responsibility as well as incredibly honored that she trusted him to take her where she needed to go. “I hope you do learn, Kitten. I find no pleasure in punishing you so severely. Lucy, you don’t need to be frightened. Yes, this is a punishment and yes, you will then make your penance as required, however, Lucy, I swear I will not harm you. I will give you only this one warning. If you are my good girl and submit to the lesson your Papa needs to give his little girl, you will only receive one round of the cane.” He saw her eyes close at the mention of the cane. However, she had earned the cane with her repeated disobedience, and he would be strong enough to administer it.
He was about to instruct her to open her eyes when she opened them and instantly returned her gaze to his. He watched her color deepen as he reached out and slowly ran his hand over her lifted buttocks, stopping to give a gentle pat to the plug remaining inside her.

  “If you fight or attempt to avoid having your bottom-flower penetrated in order to make your penance, I will give you another dose of the cane, and you shall be required to make an additional penance. Do you understand me?” At her nod, he bent forward and gave her a gentle kiss. “Learn, little one, learn so that this might never need repeating.”

  Lucy swallowed hard, fighting back tears, wishing she could tell him that she truly did understand, truly needed not only his love but his discipline as well. She didn’t know what words to say and doubted she’d be able to say them even if she did, as her throat was tight with her emotion. All she could manage was to keep her eyes on his and nod. She watched as he stood and slowly rolled up his sleeves before moving to his armoire and opening it.

  Lucy turned her eyes from the box to watch him move across the room. Her heart was hammering inside her chest as she saw the cane he selected from the depths of the armoire. She had lain across her bolster and thought about her behavior, every word and every spiteful, disrespectful action playing again and again in her mind. She not only felt deeply sorry for her tantrum and disobedience, she felt a need to pay for her naughtiness. As Lucas closed the door and turned to her, she looked up and met his eyes, finally finding her voice. “I do understand, Papa … I understand and I … I will do my best to submit.”

  Lucas was pleased to hear her words, knowing how difficult this was for his little one. This caning was not the first she had endured, though it was the first he would administer. When she had proven that even the harsh strapping he’d given her the last time she was so disobedient hadn’t taught her the folly of her decisions, he knew the cane was to be the next step. He understood that it would mark her skin but also prayed that the marks would remind her that she could expect wheals every time she was exceptionally naughty. He knew she was a bit frightened about the penance she would be required to make but understood that most of her fear came from simply the unknown. Having prepared her throughout the day and having confirmed his belief that his precious wife was anal erotic, he was not concerned that making her penance would damage her either physically or emotionally. Though he much preferred dealing with her naughtiness quickly, having this session extend over several hours had been necessary. It had been a difficult day for the both of them, and it was time to get this finished.