Lord Edward's Law (Women of Wintercrest) (11 page)

As Edward escorted him to the door, he finally said,
“I beg your pardon, Lord Wintercrest.  I was out of line in questioning you in the study.  Please forgive me and….and I beg your indulgence.”  Edward smiled and shook the man’s hand.

“Think nothing of it
, Charles.  I admit I was surprised; after all, the school where you teach has always practiced corporal punishment.  I assumed you were quite used to seeing students getting their just account.  I didn’t realize you hadn’t witnessed such discipline before.”  Charles’ face flushed and he felt his heart pound.  He felt like a fool but didn’t know what to say.  His reaction to the events of the past two days was confusing.  Never had he imagined he could have the sort of reaction he had felt either yesterday when hearing Lucy receiving a paddling or just a few moments ago when she was being strapped.  He felt guilt at his unexpected arousal and knew he should also feel shame.  Once again he tried to think of anything he could say without showing his ignorance of the type of discipline obviously practiced at Wintercrest.  When nothing came to his mind, he chose to say nothing and ducking his head, hurried down the stairs to where Henri was once again waiting with the carriage.  Edward watched until the carriage drove away, and then smiling, shut the door.  He would worry about his charge and her future a bit later.  Right now, he was sure his own little wife desperately wanted his attention.   

Chapter
6

He climbed the stairs, passing Lucy’s door where he could easily hear her sobbing.  He knew she was crying more from the humiliation of her discipline than from the actual strapping.  It had been an extremely lenient session, but one that would still help guide her along the path she needed to travel.  He continued up the next flight of stairs and entered his wife’s nursery.  He smiled as he walked towards the crib, knowing his little one would be extremely glad to see him.  He saw that she had managed to fall into sleep, regardless of her discomfort.  Edward spent several minutes just looking down at her and allowing his heart to fill with love.  She meant everything to him and he thanked the good Lord every day that she was his.  Smiling, he bent to press a kiss to her cheek.  She moaned and gradually opened her eyes.  Seeing her husband, she managed a small smile despite the huge pacifier he had pressed into her mouth.  Edward adored seeing her little cheeks puffed out from the bulb of the pacifier he had purchased for her use.  While he loved seeing her suck her thumb and would occasionally allow her to do so, this pacifier served two purposes.  First, it allowed her to suckle and comfort herself that she would often need to do but, more importantly, it filled her mouth so completely that it stifled the screams and cries that normally would echo throughout the house when he was teaching her whatever lesson he desired. 

Stroking a finger down a tear stained cheek he aske
d, “Have you learned your lesson, little lady?  Do you think you can sit still during services next week and avoid having to attend Pastor Reed in front of the congregation?”  He watched as she blushed hotly and whined, even as she nodded her head.  He watched her bottom wiggle and his smile grew wider.  She had been put to bed on her tummy, her knees drawn up and strapped down to the sides of the crib; her hands over her head as usual.  Her little bottom was raised high in the air.  He patted the thick padding her nappy provided and saw her flinch away from his hand and heard a delicious moan issue from her full mouth.

“Shhh,” he said even as he continued to pat the uplifted surface of her bottom concentrating on the exact center.  She moaned again and though she tried
to move away from the pressure of his hand, her restraints kept her securely in place.  Edward grinned and then putting his fingers in the waistband of her nappy, slowly began to tug it down her bottom.  She whimpered as her bottom was exposed inch by delicious inch, her shame at both the view he would soon be seeing as well as the fact that she was growing wet between her spread legs.  Edward continued to slowly bare her, until her little bottom-hole came into view.  He felt his cock stiffen in his pants at the sight before him.  He kept the nappy in place allowing it to frame her bottom and focus his entire attention on its very center.  Louisa moaned again but he ignored her.  He reached out his finger and laid it on top of the flange poking out from her distended bottom-hole.  He pressed against the plug and her reaction was immediate.  She tried to rear up and scoot away from him at the same time.  He smiled, knowing his little one was going nowhere.  He continued to press and release the plug, setting up a rhythm that soon had her panting - as well as she could around the huge pacifier in her mouth.  Edward continued to play with her plug until he was sure he was driving his little one wild with need.  He finally released it, only to give her a sharp slap on her quivering cheeks, driving the plug once again deep into her rump.  She managed to squeal and wiggle her bottom, which he found adorable.

“I do believe having a nice fat plug in your little bottom will teach you to sit still
, little lady.  If I find the need to tell you to be still next week, I shall take you to the naughty girl room, spank your bottom until it is crimson and then place a nice fat plug into your little bottom-hole.  You’ll sit on it for the remainder of the service, and I’m sure Pastor Reed will need an explanation why you were so naughty that your Papa had to plug your naughty bottom-hole.”  Louisa’s heart pounded at his quietly spoken words, knowing he would do every single thing he threatened.  She had been horrified when he had shown her the plug after Mrs. Bremmer had stripped her of her Sunday clothes.  She had begged him for mercy and promised never to move an inch in church again.  Her words had done nothing but cause both of the adults to smile and shake their heads in amusement; they were both well used to hearing little ones swear they would be far better behaved.

She had been introduced to the pacifier in her mouth where it had felt huge and strange.  Her husband had buckled it securely around her head and, when Mrs. Bremmer had handed him her hairbrush off the changing table, Louisa understood its purpose. 
She had foolishly allowed herself to think her Papa had forgotten his promise of a spanking and a lesson during church.  Since she hadn’t immediately been disciplined, and, in fact, they had spent several hours at his associate’s home, she had considered her bottom quite safe.  Seeing the hairbrush reminded her that her Papa never ever forgot that his little girl had been naughty.  She had screamed and cried and pleaded during the awful spanking he had given her, but her sounds were very effectively muffled by the pacifier.  No matter how loudly she cried out, no one outside this room would be able to hear her and wonder what might be taking place in Wintercrest Manor.  Once she had been allowed off his lap she had been pressed to kneel before him and Mrs. Bremmer had unbuckled the pacifier to allow her to make her penance. Louisa had been so shocked at the woman’s continued presence that she hadn’t immediately made the expected request.  The housekeeper had smiled down at her young charge.

“Do your duty
, little one.  Your bottom has paid its price, but your punishment isn’t complete until you’ve made a proper penance.”  The realization that this woman actually knew what was expected of her made Louisa’s eyes fill with even hotter tears.  The woman had continued to stare at the poor girl until Louisa’s hands had reached out to unbutton her Papa’s pants.  Satisfied that the naughty girl would do her duty, Mrs. Bremmer had finally turned away.  Louisa had been humiliated having to perform this intimate act while the woman was in the room but Edward had allowed her no quarter.  When he felt she was doing a very poor job of proving her contrition, he had pulled away from her mouth.  With his erection only inches from her lips, he spoke calmly but very firmly.

“You are continuing to be a naughty girl, Louisa.  I suggest you employ that sweet little tongue of yours properly while you make your penance.  If I have to remind you again, you shall find your mouth full of your pacifier instead of my shaft; have your hairbrush applied again to your hot little bottom, and only then shall you be given another chance to prove your contrition.”  Mortified that he was speaking of such things with Mrs. Bremmer still puttering about the nursery, she felt tears slide down her cheeks. 

Sobbing, she had bowed her head, apologized and taken him once more between her trembling lips.  Edward immediately felt her tongue lick up and down the underside of his cock and swirl around the head of his cock.  When the tip of her tongue dipped into the slit on the tip of his shaft, he moaned and felt himself grow even larger in her mouth.  With her bottom burning and the threat of another dose, she did as she had been trained though it was extremely hard with the housekeeper moving about the room.  Edward smiled down at his little wife as her head bobbed up and down, his shaft thick in her mouth.  He relaxed as she made her penance as he had no desire to make the act of contrition easy for her.  She had been naughty, earned herself a harsh paddling and now would simply have to accept her need to perform her penance despite her humiliation.  She finally felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her even further down and knew he was about to reach his completion.  She tried not to panic when she again saw Mrs. Bremmer walk into her view even as she felt the first surge of her Papa’s essence fill her mouth.   Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she felt her shame grow as the wetness between her legs increased.  After she had returned him to his pants, he had led her to the changing table where Mrs. Bremmer was waiting and helped her up onto it. Louisa couldn’t bear to meet the older woman’s eyes after seeing her smile down at her young charge as she used a cloth to swipe the moisture away from the newly shorn pussey. 

Mrs. Bremmer had opened a small jar and held it out to
Edward so that he could dip his fingers into it.  Louisa had found the pacifier put back into her mouth and her legs held up and open by the housekeeper.  She had begun to buck and wiggle as her husband inserted a lubricated finger well up into her bottom.  Her tears had leaked down into her ears at the pain and humiliation of it all even as Mrs. Bremmer kept telling her to be a good girl and open her little bottom-hole to her Papa.  Louisa felt as if she would surely die when she saw Edward pick up a large black item and dip it into the pot of lubricant.  Her head had thrashed as she tried to beg him not to do what he was about to do.

“Settle down
, Louisa.  You were squirmy and naughty during services.  I promised you a new lesson when I told you to be still.  This, little lady, is that lesson.  I’m going to put this nice fat plug up your bottom, where it will stay while you nap.  You will feel full and uncomfortable and yet, I do believe you will learn the importance of being still during services.”  He had nodded to Mrs. Bremmer, who had pulled her charge’s legs back toward her chest and held them apart.  Edward used one hand to separate her cheeks and the other to introduce the plug to Louisa’s little pucker for the very first time.  It took several long and tortuous minutes to complete his task, and his little one had several fresh handprints on her little bottom.  Despite his continued commands for her to settle down, she continued to wiggle, buck and attempt to twist away from the awful invader.    By the time he had managed to fully seat the thick plug, Louisa was a sobbing and very, very contrite little girl.  Her bottom ached from her spanking and yet the burn she felt coming from inside far outweighed that pain.  Its introduction had been one of intense pressure and pain as her reluctant muscle had fought against the invasion.  It had lost its battle; finally breeching and allowing her bottom to swallow the plug her husband placed inside her.  She felt horridly full and stretched.  Edward had wiped his finger free of the lubricant and then slowly but very exactingly ran his fingers up between her pussey lips.  She was sopping wet and shuddered at his touch -- at once shamed at what she knew was coating his finger and also wanting to beg him to play with her pussey and clit.  She was throbbing all over, the plug in her bottom feeling heavy and huge; its presence impossible to ignore.  He had smiled and then stepped away so that Mrs. Bremmer could wrap an extra thick nappy around her charge.  She made sure it was very tight around Louisa so that she would feel every inch of the plug inside her bottom.  Louisa had cried softly as a nightgown was put over her head and then she was picked up by her husband and deposited in her crib.  Edward had arranged her as he wanted and added restraints to make sure she would be very uncomfortable.

“I want you to think about your bottom
-hole stretched wide around its nice fat plug, Louisa.  I want you to think about other things that your Papa will soon be putting into your little pucker both to teach you your lessons as well as to simply give me pleasure.”  With that, he had given her a quick kiss on her cheek and the two had left her alone to cry and ache in her crib, her bottom high in the air as if begging for all who came into the room to focus their attention on her most private place.

Now, Edward undid her restraints and soon had her on her back.  He kept the pacifier in her mouth as he removed her diaper.  It was wet and he saw her blush hotly.

“That’s my good girl.  You used your nappy as you are required every time you are put into your crib though we both know it would be wet regardless now, don’t we?”  She flushed even redder and felt her sex moisten even more.  Edward chuckled and then pushed her legs back towards her chest.  She tensed as she felt his fingers between her cheeks and felt him take hold of the plug.

“I want you to push against my fingers
, Louisa.  I want you to help me take your little plug out of your bottom.”  She knew she wouldn’t be able to assist him; her shame was too consuming.  Yet, when she felt the plug begin to tug against her, she automatically bore down as if to push it from her bottom. 

Edward heard her groan and saw her little bottom tense.
  “That’s my good girl.  Help Papa take your little plug out of that sweet little hole.”  Edward took his time enjoying the removal of the plug almost as much as he had its insertion.  When it finally popped out, she squealed and then flushed.  Edward smiled and set the plug aside.  He ran his finger through her sopping sex and then looked down into her eyes.

“Very good
, Louisa.  Now, lift your bottom.  Papa is going to play with your bottom- hole.”  She wanted to die; she wanted the floor to open and swallow her crib and all.  What she wanted didn’t matter.  “Louisa, lift your bottom.”  She felt her eyes well but lifted her hips off the mattress.  “Good girl, that’s my good little girl.”  She clenched her eyes shut as she felt his finger dip into her bottom replacing the plug.  She moaned and her fingers tugged against the restraints that held her hands above her head as he removed his finger only to press two into her bottom.  She felt him begin to pull and push his fingers in and out of her and she felt her sex bloom.  She felt her nipples harden and her breath catch.  Edward loved watching her, as she began to move against his fingers, her breasts becoming full and rosy with her arousal.  He began to spread his two fingers apart, stretching her small hole as he continued to frig it.