Lord Edward's Law (Women of Wintercrest) (4 page)

Chapter 3

Louisa remained silent as she was carried up the stairs and into her nursery.  Her mind was swirling with thousands of thoughts, none of them very pleasant.  Her wet nappy felt horrid against her skin and she pressed her face tightly into Edward’s neck.  He grinned and held her tighter as he walked across the room.  He laid her onto the table, and loved the fact that she whimpered and squirmed, her discomfort from a wet nappy evident.

“Lift your bottom
, sweetie so I can get your dress out of the way,” he ordered and she complied.  He smiled as he lifted her dress to lie over her tummy and, without thinking; he bent and blew a soft raspberry onto the naked soft skin of her tummy.  She jerked and then squirmed as he moved his lips and did it again.  Louisa felt her stomach flip as he continued to press his lips all across her tummy and she realized her sex was tingling.  God, how could she react this way?  She had been discovered by her sister, she had been forced to use a nappy and actually admit the act and ask to be changed.  Yet, as Edward’s lips moved to kiss her lightly again, she wanted nothing more than for him to strip her naked and take her as his.  She blushed and squirmed again until Edward finally lifted his mouth from her.

“I love kissing your tummy
, little one.  You can be such a good little girl for your Papa.”  She blushed at his praise but found her tummy continued to tingle with desire.  Edward grinned as he pulled down the rubber pants and set them aside.  She was extremely wet, her nappy soaked, and he knew she must be very uncomfortable.  Her comfort was not his concern; however, her obedience was what mattered.  He unpinned the nappy and drew it out from under her bottom.  Louisa whimpered as the air blew across her wet skin, her shame intense as he took a cloth and began to clean her.  He took his time, making sure to use his fingers to open her outer lips and drag the cloth again and again through them until she was wet for another reason.  Her little clit jumped under its hood and Edward shocked her by bending down and placing a soft kiss on it.  She moaned, her hips lifting as if begging for another.  Edward felt his sex harden and he grinned.  His little lady was becoming soaked with her adult juices even as he cleaned her from using a child’s nappy.  He frowned, seeing the curls hiding her from his view. 

“I want you to stay here and
lie still, Louisa.  I’ll be right back and if you know what is good for you, you will not get off this table.”  She nodded, her skin pebbling from the arousal she was feeling, and the sound of his voice.

“Yes
, Papa,” she said, and as he left the room, she found her thumb making its way back into her mouth.  She felt her other hand drifting down over her clothing bunched at her waist and had almost touched herself before she remembered it was absolutely forbidden to do so.  She uttered a short gasp and jerked her hand back.  Her mind flooded with the memory of the severe thrashing she had received one evening when her husband caught her touching her throbbing bud.  Edward had not allowed her to take her pleasure when he had taken her to their bed, and she felt she would explode from her need.   She had thought he had fallen asleep while she continued to twitch and throb with the need for release.  Her fingers had drifted to lie on her engorged clit and while she had only stroked herself a half dozen times before her Papa had grabbed her hand, he had been livid.  He didn’t even have to say a word; her guilt was so intense at being caught.  He had flipped her onto her stomach and reddened her bottom with his hand.  She had promised never to do it again as he climbed out of the bed only to retrieve her paddle.  Sobbing with the pain of the paddling, she had again begged for forgiveness and pleaded for mercy.  None was given as he traded the paddle for the strap.  After he had laid twenty burning hot welts across her well-roasted bottom, and restrained her hands to the rail of their bed, she was a throbbing, very sorry little girl.  Many additional nights tested her resolve when she felt she was only one stroke from completion after her Papa refused her permission to spend.  The memory of that intense thrashing always gave her the strength she needed to lie still and accept the fact that she would throb for hours simply because that was what her Papa wanted.

Remembering, s
he lay still, and turned her mind to wondering how she could face her sister.  Lucy must think her husband was a monster and her sister was some type of fool to have wed him.  She felt tears fill her eyes as she felt a loss she couldn’t explain.  Her mouth worked harder on her thumb as she pictured her twin standing in the corner, her bottom aching all because of Louisa.  Edward returned to the nursery and saw his little one’s tears.  He sighed and placed the items he had brought with him on the table.

“What is it
, little lady?  What is making you so sad?”  Louisa cried harder at the concern in his voice.  She adored this man, but would never ever be able to admit that what he did to her caused her both pain and intense pleasure.  She had no words to explain how he made her feel -- even at the awful, humiliating things he made her do.  All she knew was that this was her life, and that she wanted to be his wife, no matter what age he expected her to be.  She continued to cry until he picked her up and settled them both in the large rocker.  She buried her head in his chest and sobbed.  Edward was a very astute man.  He knew without her admitting it that she was terrified and ashamed.  He knew she was struggling to truly accept not only her enforced lifestyle, but also her deep need for submission.  He knew that she loved her sister and that they were connected in ways that not everyone could understand.  He knew that she felt she could never face Lucille again and yet, he also knew, somehow deep inside himself, that Lucille was far more identical to Louisa than she would ever want to admit.  He had seen her watching the scene from behind the settee and had known that she felt somehow drawn to what was happening.  Lucille might not yet understand the pull of her desire; might never truly admit it to anyone including herself, yet he knew that these two women were born to be submissives.  They were intelligent, beautiful and capable adult women but their psyche required -- no demanded, that they submit their minds, their hearts and their bodies to dominant men.  He knew all this, but also knew he would not explain it to his wife.  She would have to work it out on her own.

“Hush
, little one.  I know you are hurting but must trust that all will be fine.  Lucille loves you and, Louisa, both of you will learn things about each other that you never questioned.  You were born together and, sweetie, you will always have each other regardless of your status.  Now, stop crying, and trust your Papa.”  He allowed her a few more minutes of pity for herself, but then stood her erect, stripped her naked and had her back on the table.  Louisa looked at the items he had brought and confusion lit her face.  One bowl held a steaming cloth, one held what was obviously warm water, and the other held a brush and a bar of soap.  She wondered why on earth her husband intended to shave up in her nursery.  However, as he pressed her to lie back and then used his hands to first push her knees up and then spread them wide, opening her sex to him, she gasped.  Chuckling, he watched her confusion disappear as he worked the brush against the soap until he had worked up a huge lather.

“That’s right.  Little girls
who wear nappies don’t need hair on their sweet little pussies.  Papa is going to shave you now, and you will never have hair between your legs again.  Be still and don’t move.  I don’t want to cut my sweet girl.”  Louisa barely dared to breathe as she felt his fingers moving through her blonde curls.  She had never considered the fact that he would shave her down there.  She felt his fingers move to open her outer lips and she shuddered. 

He grinned and reminded
her, “I know this feels good little one.  I know Papa’s fingers are playing with your sweet little pussey but don’t move.”  She blushed and had to close her eyes to avoid the shame.  She felt him lift his hand from her sex only to take one of hers and guide it to her mouth.

“Go ahead and suckle
, baby.  I want you to feel comfortable while Papa shaves you.”  She didn’t protest, though it made her feel like a baby.  She accepted her thumb and was soon drawing on it as she felt him begin to snip away the curls from her pussey.  When he was satisfied that the scissors would no longer do him any good, she felt the warm lather being applied to her sex.  She moaned at the warmth and then froze when she felt the first swipe of the razor.  Edward heard her small whimper and reassured her.

“Shhh,
it is okay, Louisa.  Papa will be very careful. I won’t cut this precious little pussey.  Just suckle your thumb and lie still.”  It took several minutes and he lathered the entire area two additional times before Edward was satisfied that her pussey was shorn smooth.  She blushed anew as she was guided to her hands and knees and then her face and shoulders pressed to the pad of the changing table.  He again guided her thumb into her mouth and she had to shut her eyes in humiliation as she felt the fingers of one of his hands pressing open the cleft of her bottom.  She felt the brush touch against her puckered opening and she clenched it tightly.  She whimpered as she well remembered the last time her bottom-hole had been exposed.  She didn’t see him grin as he lathered her well.  His cock was rock hard in his pants, aching to explore the tiny forbidden opening.  He knew it would be quite an experience when he first took her bottom, one she had never possibly imagined.  For now, he satisfied himself with carefully shaving all around her little rim and then washing the foam away.  Once the bare, smooth surface of her skin was visible, he bent down and pressed his lips to her opening.  Her eyes flew open and she gasped loudly, trying to pull away, her thumb popping from her mouth as her hands clawed at the padded surface of the table.

“Be still
, Louisa,” he ordered, his voice only slightly louder than normal as he easily pulled her back towards him.  She felt her eyes fill as she felt his lips press into her cleft again.  Edward kissed the tender skin all up and down the divide of her bottom, his fingers holding her open to allow his mouth to taste her freshly shaven bottom.  His tongue finally pressed once more, directly into the center of her pucker, and she felt her stomach clench and her clit jump.  She knew she would die before she ever admitted to anyone the feelings that were rushing through her at this moment.  Edward continued to lick and kiss her opening, his tongue pressing just the tiniest bit inside.  Her face was burning as she thought of where his mouth was. Despite his warning, she continued to squirm and moan but didn’t pull away.  Edward grinned, even as he reached down to remove himself from his pants.  He knew he could not take her that way; not yet at least.  She would need far more training in order to learn to relax her bottom-hole and accept his cock deep inside her rear passage.  However, his need was great and her freshly shaven little pussey would serve him well.  Once he was free, he pulled her down the table until her bottom was barely over the edge.  He had not yet taken her from behind, but her lessons were continuing.  She didn’t know what was happening, but knew he had stopped kissing her there and that her clit was throbbing.  When he pushed into her, she arched and moaned as he moved deep inside her pussey. 

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as he claimed her deeply.  “Ohhh, Pa…Papa.”  Edward gripped her hips and pulled her further back towards him, burying himself as deeply as possible.

“That’s my good girl.  That’s right, open that sweet little pussey for Papa.”  Shame at his crude words flamed across her face, but her nipples tightened and her hands gripped the edge of her changing table as he fucked her from behind.  She was soon moaning and lifting her hips as his pace increased until he was slamming into her, his balls slapping against her pussey.  She felt her climax building and knew it would be intense if he allowed her to find her pleasure. 

Before she earned herself a spanking or worse, she hoarsely begged,
“Papa…Papa…may I…ohhhh, please…may I take my ple…pleasure!” She shrieked as he rammed into her again and again.  Edward continued to thrust in and out of her and she wondered if he had heard her. “Please…oh…please, Papa…I’m…I can’t…oh….Please!” she screamed as she felt the end approaching.  She knew she was going to spend no matter his answer, and sobbed with relief at his words.

“Yes,
my little lady.  Come hard for your Papa.  Come now.”  It wasn’t a second later before the room echoed with her screams; this time from pure pleasure.  She came again and again as he continued to take her.  She felt herself building to the peak again and, when she fell over the edge, her body actually slumped as the contractions took everything from her.  Edward grinned, pulled her hard against his belly and then filled her with his seed.  He lay over her back, his shirt rough against her bare skin as he rested from the ordeal.  He felt as if he had emptied every ounce of himself into his wife but, as he lifted himself to pull out of her, he caught sight of her sweet, virgin little bottom-hole and vowed that her lessons would begin soon.  He intended to sodomize her often, and the sooner she learned to open herself to him, the sooner he could take his pleasure in that sweet, tightly-puckered forbidden little hole.

Over an hour had passed before Edward led his freshly
-shaven, freshly-fucked and freshly-diapered wife back into the library.  He nodded to Mrs. Bremmer, who rose and informed him that dinner would soon be served.  He settled Louisa into a chair and walked to the corner where Lucille was still standing, nose to wall, dress held up and bottom presented.  Though her skin wasn’t as crimson as it had been immediately after her spanking, it was still obvious she had gotten quite a hard lesson.  Her bottom was swollen and a few bruises were evident.  Edward knew that they were both old and fresh marks; after all, she had gotten her bottom caned, spanked, birched and paddled quite a few times in the last few days.  He felt her tremble as she realized he was watching her, but she didn’t dare move.