Lord Edward's Law (Women of Wintercrest) (7 page)

“Open your legs wider
, sweetie.  Let me see if the strap bit into your sweet little pussey.”  Lucy’s face flooded with color at the command.  It was the first time anyone had referred to her most private, intimate area with such a crude word.  The word caused her heart to beat faster but after only a moment’s hesitation, she opened herself a bit wider.  Anna grinned and slowly moved her fingers to barely touch the pouch of Lucy’s sex.  She watched as the girl tensed and heard her draw in her breath and hold it.  She smiled as she moved her fingers closer until the tips settled softly between the girl’s outer lips.  She felt the young woman shudder, but noticed that she didn’t attempt to pull herself away.  Finding what she hoped to see, Anna slid her fingers up a bit and gently flicked the barest touch against the girl’s hidden nub. 

“Ohhh,” Lucy moaned her body tensing with some sort of sensation she didn’t understand and had never experienced before. 

“Shhh, don’t fuss, sweetie.  Lie still and let me take care of you.”  Lucy seemed to settle and moaned again as the finger rubbed a soft circle over a part of her anatomy she had never before known existed.  Anna watched her for every sign and listened for every tiny sound of pleasure.  “That’s a good little girl,” Anna said very softly as she removed her fingers to once again smooth some salve onto the girl’s bottom. 

“
You will feel better tomorrow, but I hope you are learning a valuable lesson.  It will be much easier on this poor precious little bottom if you learn to be a good little girl and obey the Lord’s rules.”  Lucy felt her face heat again as the fingers left her opened legs to gently pat at the bottom under discussion.  She realized she had exposed herself to a woman she hated and yet that woman had shown her nothing but tenderness as she soothed her aching bottom.  Anna patted her again and then stood, gathering her pot of salve and leaving Lucy’s nightgown well up on her back, leaving her bottom bare and shining with the salve.

“Keep your gown up and let your bottom cool and the salve dry.  Sleep well
, little Lucy.”  Lucy didn’t know what to say and felt intense shame at the way her body was aching.  She didn’t know what she needed; what she wanted.  She only knew she felt bereft and left on the edge of something that she desperately wanted to experience. 

She shut her eyes again
, and as Anna bent to kiss her cheek before she left the room, she muttered,  “Thank you.”  Mrs. Bremmer smiled at the thanks and knew that Lord Wintercrest would be very well pleased.

As Lucy drifted into sleep, Louisa was being changed on her table.  Edward hadn’t allowed her to excuse herself from the table until she had to admit that she
was wet and needed a fresh nappy.  He knew this was something to which his little lady would always have an extremely hard time adjusting.  He would keep her in nappies during her naps and would use additional diaper time as punishment.  It promised to be very effective in helping keep his little girl in line.  When she had asked to be changed, tears sliding down her cheeks, he hadn’t praised her.  After all, she was simply obeying him. He had placed his napkin on the table and held out his hand.  She blushed the entire way to her nursery, her gait awkward with the awful weight of her sodden diaper between her legs.  She didn’t speak until she was cleaned, the sensation strange as her husband ran the cloth and then his fingers over her shorn skin.  He hadn’t bothered diapering her again.  It was time for her to be tucked into bed and he simply put her in a nightgown and led her to their room.  She found herself grateful that she wouldn’t have to spend the night in her crib.  She wanted the comfort of her Papa’s arms around her; she needed to feel treasured and desired.  She was still struggling with the fact that her secret had been revealed.  She knew she would have to face her sister and her sister’s questions soon.  However, as she was tucked into her husband’s bed and kissed gently, she smiled and prayed he would see fit to join her soon; she definitely didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts.  Edward blew out the lamp and left her to sleep as he went back downstairs.  He walked to his study and found Mrs. Bremmer waiting with his glass of cognac.  He thanked her and waved her to a seat.

“Tell me, how did you find our newest little one?”  Anna smiled
, sitting forward a bit in her chair in her eagerness to share her discovery.

“You were right as usual
, Sir.  She was simply soaking in her sweet pussey and is such an innocent she has no idea of what is happening to her.  It was absolutely wonderful to find her so slick and wet even an hour after that thorough strapping you gave her.”   Edward took a sip of his drink and grinned.  He had truly hoped to find Lucy as receptive and as submissive as Louisa.  Their father had been correct.  Both of his girls, like their mother, needed extremely strict and harsh men in their lives.  The Furniss women needed men who would never hesitate to flood their little ones with attention, though it would most often be painful and unwanted. 

“Did she fuss at all?”  Mrs. Bremmer smiled and shook her head.

“No, Sir.  She was a perfect little angel.  She opened her legs wide and even when I told her to open them further, she barely hesitated.  She was grateful for the salve, but I think she was even more grateful for the tender care.  She probably misses her poor departed mother and needs someone to remind her that though she will be most thoroughly spanked, she’ll also be forgiven.  I know her bottom is torturing her, but I believe she understands that she brought the pain upon herself.  I know teaching her will continue to be a challenge but, oh, Sir, I believe she will make some man a wonderful little child-wife.”  Edward smiled and finished his drink.  He thanked his housekeeper, and as she left, he began to run a list of names through his head.  Whom should he even offer a chance to wed his charge?  If Lucy turned out to be as passionate and as sexually responsive as her sister, she deserved to live her life with someone who not only gave her the intense discipline she would always need, but also able to teach her to scream with pleasures she had no idea existed.  The list grew shorter and shorter until only a few names remained.  He knew he’d be careful in the final selection, and knowing his thoughts of passion had increased his own, he stood and blew out the lamps and climbed the stairs.  He would bury himself in his own little child-bride and take his pleasure.  If she was a very good girl, he might even allow her to find her own, though he certainly didn’t want to spoil his little lady.

Chapter 4

Sunday morning dawned far too early for either of the girls.  Though both had been put to bed early, Lucille wished she had more time to bury her head in her pillow and sink back into sleep to ignore the continual throbbing in her bottom.  Louisa moaned as she, too, was awakened far too early.  Edward had indeed joined her in their bed, awakening her to take possession of her body.  She had been allowed to seek her own culmination after he had buried himself deep inside her body and taken her hard and fast.  After his first release, he had teased her for several long minutes by slipping down to put his face between her legs and began to lick and nip at her bare pussey.  The feelings had been incredible though the shame had burned through her at the very act.  Edward had forced her to spend in his mouth and lapped at her cream until she shouted as she climaxed for the second time.  She had been languid and relaxed until his tongue had once more moved down her body to lick at the small pucker of her bottom-hole.  She had foolishly attempted to push his head away when he simply reached up to take a taunt nipple between his fingers and squeezed hard.  She had yelped and cried out with the pain.

“Be still
, Louisa.  I want to taste your bottom-hole and I will.”  She had flushed and shuddered as he continued to lick at her tiny hole until she felt herself responding.  She was horrified at that knowledge and whimpered, but Edward was extremely pleased.  He removed his tongue only to put his finger into her sopping pussey to lubricate it well.  She whined when she felt him press his finger against her now-slick hole.

“I told you to be still.  I won’t hesitate to give you a sound spanking if you try to get away again.  I suggest you remember your sister’s cries during her thrashing.  Would you like one as well?”  She immediately shook her head violently, the memory of Lucy’s screams filling her head. 

She felt another pinch on her nipple and yelped,  “I…I mean no, Sir.  Please, I don’t want a strapping, Papa.”  Edward released her nipple and smiled up at her. 

“Then relax and
open your pucker for my finger, young lady.”  She looked horrified at his command, but when he pressed the tip of his finger against her again, she didn’t pull away.  She gasped as she discovered he truly meant to invade her body in such a way.  She tried to remain still, but couldn’t stifle a whimper as he continued to press his finger into her, stretching her in a way she never imagined.  He watched her little hole expand bit by bit as he sunk his finger deeper, and didn’t stop until he was buried in her bottom up to the second knuckle. 

He moved his gaze to her face and smiled
,  “That’s my good girl.  I’ve claimed your mouth and your pussey, Louisa.  One day soon, I will be burying my cock deep inside your bottom-hole to claim you there as well, my dear.”  Her face was priceless as she considered his words.  She knew they were a promise and her bottom clenched around his finger, even as she felt a gush of moisture flood her shorn pussey.  Edward saw it as well and leaned forward.  He was soon lapping at her center, even as he began to frig her bottom-hole.  She soon forgot her shame as her body responded to his attention.  She came so hard that her contractions almost managed to push his finger from her bottom.  Edward was enormously pleased, and even as he sunk himself back into her pussey for his final release, he knew he would continue to train her little bottom to take him as well.

She blushed at the memory
, but after a quick slap against her bottom, she climbed out of the bed.  She followed him into the water closet and watched as he tested the water in the tub.  She had obviously been asleep when the servants had filled their tub.  Satisfied that the water wouldn’t burn his little one, he helped her into the water.  She sighed with the bliss of the warm water and sank down to her chin.  He laughed and was soon bathing her, making sure he cleaned every inch of her in the most thorough way.  She felt his fingers sliding through her sex, slick with both the soap and her cream.  The lack of her pubic hair seemed to heighten every sensation and caused her to moan as he made sure every crevice had been scrubbed.   She moaned as she felt his finger slide down the crease of her buttocks to tap against the opening in her bottom.  Edward saw her close her eyes and heard her drawn in breath and smiled.  As he pressed his cloth covered finger harder against her opening, she whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Be still
Louisa, Papa is going to wash every single bit of his little girl.”  She blushed hotly and continued to quiver as he did just that, trying not to think about the mixed sensations he was causing in her body.  Once he had made his point, his finger left her and ran once more quickly up between her lips.  She heard him chuckle and her face turned scarlet, knowing exactly what he had found and what he must be thinking.  Edward said nothing and simply lifted his child-bride from the tub and wrapped her in a thick towel.  Louisa was led back into the bed chamber and, seeing the clothes laid out on the bed, began to whimper.  Her husband gave her a look of warning and stripped the towel from her body.  As he picked up the pair of white bloomers with tiny rows of ruffles completely covering the seat, she had started to cry.

“Would you prefer a nappy
, Louisa?”  She violently shook her head, the thought of being diapered again too humiliating to consider. 

“No…no
, Sir, but…but please…please.”

“Hush.  You will wear what I provide for you and, young lady, if I hear another protest or if you continue to whine, I will diaper you and adjust the age of your clothing appropriately.  I told you that your big girl days are past and, Louisa, the sooner you accept that fact, the easier it shall be for your bottom.”  She knew he was serious
, and though she continued to sniffle a bit as he dressed her, she was soon standing before him in her new Sunday best.  She watched as he finished his own wardrobe and placed her hand in his as he led her from the room. 

Edward had barely gotten her into her chair, a bowl of oatmeal before her
, when she heard her sister enter the room.  She didn’t speak, too terrified of what her sister must think of her.  She saw Lucy glance at her from across the table and saw her eyes widen.  Louisa blushed hotly seeing the marked contrast in their clothing.  No longer did the two look identical.  Whereas she was dressed as a child, her long hair secured back from her face with a velvet blue ribbon, Lucy was dressed in a green gown with her hair piled atop her head.  Lucy looked at Edward and saw that he was calmly looking at her, almost as if daring her to speak out of turn.  She turned her eyes back to her sister and suddenly didn’t desire to cause her any additional pain.

“Good morning
, Louisa.  Good morning, Sir,” she said quietly and then very, very slowly took her own seat.  Despite the salve the evening before, her bottom ached beyond relief.  She hissed a bit as her bottom was forced to take her weight.  A bowl of oatmeal was also placed in front of her, along with a large glass of milk.  She shuddered, knowing she would be forced to drink the entire glass, and then felt ashamed.  At least she would be drinking from a glass and not being fed from a bottle!  She flicked her gaze up and was grateful to see that her sister also had a glass in front of her.  Perhaps the bottle had been some sort of punishment?  Lucy knew she wouldn’t dare ask and was almost afraid to even learn the answer. 

“Good morning
, Lucy.  I trust you slept well?” 

She nodded
, “Yes, Sir.”  Edward opened his paper and reached for his cup of tea.  The morning was beginning just fine, exactly as he liked it.  After a few moments he spoke from around the paper,

“Eat your
porridge girls.  Henri will bring the carriage around soon.  It wouldn’t do to be late for church.”  Lucy was shocked.  Though they regularly attended services, she couldn’t imagine riding in a carriage, much less walking into the church with her sister dressed the way she was.  Louisa looked no older than ten or so -- her hair long and loose held back from her face with a navy blue ribbon. Another large bow decorated the neckline of her dress and Lucy was pretty sure there was yet another tied behind her back. Surely Edward was going to allow her to change before taking his wife, the Lady of Wintercrest, out in public? She found she didn’t have the courage to speak, as just sitting was causing her to ache.  She dropped her glance and forced the last bite of oatmeal and the last sip of milk down her throat.  She wiped her lips with her napkin and then asked to be excused.

“Yes
, Lucy.  Please make sure you have your cloak and gloves.  We shall be leaving in just a bit as our trip will be longer this morning.”  She wondered at his words but simply nodded and hurried out of the room.  She gathered her belongings and then was forced to wait in the hall as Edward helped her sister into a plain wool cape.  He took her hand into his and gestured for Lucy to go ahead of them.  Mrs. Bremmer opened the front door and smiled at the family.

“Enjoy the service
, Sir,” she said, as she watched him hand both the girls into the waiting carriage.  He smiled and joined them inside before tapping on the roof signaling Henri.  The carriage pulled away from the house with a lurch.  Lucy and Louisa both gasped and then giggled as they settled back into their seats across from Edward.  He smiled across at them and realized how very pleased they made him at this moment.

“You both look very pretty this morning,” he said softly.  He watched them both blush and heard them both utter their thanks.  He knew Lucy’s mind must be churning
, and though he knew he could keep her in suspense, her behavior so far had been exemplary and he found himself hoping it would remain so. 

“Lucy,
the church we have been attending since your arrival is not our usual place of worship.  Our church is a special one.  You won’t find much difference except that the congregation includes many special families.  I know you are worried about Louisa, but needn’t be.  I love your sister and will protect her always.  She is accepted and loved in the church as the special little girl she is exactly as she is in our home.”  Lucy breathed a sigh of relief even as she felt trepidation at his words.  The trip seemed to take a very short time despite his earlier warning of a longer distance to travel.  Soon the carriage pulled up into the drive.  They waited as several other carriages unloaded their passengers.  Too soon, Henri stopped their carriage and held open the door.  Edward stepped out and then helped the girls to disembark.  He took one of their hands in each of his and walked towards the large church.  Lucy glanced up to see the white building that looked like any other church.  She saw the tall steeple and the beautiful stained-glass windows.  She felt herself relax a bit and then saw the congregation walking into the church.  Men of every size and age were holding the hands of all sorts of women.  The difference was obvious. Most every woman around her was dressed far, far below her chronological age.  Frilly dresses barely covered stocking-clad knees.  Lucy saw the lace of bloomers hanging down to peek out beneath the hems of the childish dresses.  Only a very few woman were dressed more as she was and Lucy understood quickly that these women were not wives; they were nannies or governesses who were paid to help with their small charges.  She seemed to be the only young woman dressed more as society approved and found herself feeling uncomfortably out of place.  She wondered at that quick thought as she followed Edward up the stairs and into the building.  He led the girls down the center aisle and then into a pew only a few rows from the front of the church.  She looked around and saw dozens of people filing into the pews.  She never would have believed that this many people lived the sort of life she had never dreamed could exist. She was twisting to look behind her when Edward bent towards her.

“Don’t be naughty
, Lucy.  Sit still, keep your eyes forward, and behave.”  She blushed but obeyed, her hands folded into her lap, her ankles crossed though they didn’t quite reach the floor.  She knew that her sister was seated on the other side of Edward and he hadn’t needed to remind her to behave.  Lucy stiffened as the door at the side of the church opened and a man clad in a long black robe entered.  She immediately thought of Headmaster Thorne and remembered the awful caning he had given her.  She was determined not to draw any attention to herself for fear of what might happen though she unconsciously moved a bit closer to Edward.  He was about to chastise her for squirming, but seeing her gaze locked upon the pastor, he immediately understood her thoughts.  He gave her a soft pat on her leg to reassure his ward that she was safe, unless, of course, she misbehaved.

The pastor began his service with a prayer.  The congregation then stood and sang several hymns before sitting down again.  As the service continued, Lucy felt her mind begin to drift.  The room was still and
quickly becoming stuffy.  She wished she could use her program to fan her face, but her attention was soon caught as a man in a pew in front of her stood and pulled his own little girl out of the pew.  She was attempting to drag her feet, but her Papa was having none of it.  They left the service, and though Lucy wanted to glance behind to watch the girl’s journey, she knew to do so would be to cause Edward’s attention to be drawn to her.  She tried to focus her attention on the pastor, who had simply paused in his sermon until the couple had left through the doors at the back of the chapel.  She heard the pastor preach about the necessity of honoring thy father, but noticed he said nothing about a mother.  She heard him speak about little ones’ needing discipline and boundaries and, when he paused yet again, it was for another couple to leave.  Lucy wondered what was happening when throughout the service another few couples would leave for a few minutes only to reappear and take their seats.  She swore she could hear the first little girl sniffling once she had returned but couldn’t be sure.  An hour passed, and still the service continued.  Lucy wanted to shift in her seat as her bottom was aching, but even as she began to lean a bit to the side, she saw Edward bend toward Louisa who had been wiggling about for the past several minutes.  Lucy blushed when she saw Edward’s hand slide up under the hem of Louisa’s skirts and then heard a sharp but muffled yelp.  She froze, not desiring to discover what it was that he had done.  She saw her sister nod, her lips trembling in reaction to whatever her husband whispered softly into her ear.  The service finally began to draw to a close.  Lucy had never been as thankful when they stood to sing the closing hymn.  She bowed her head for the final prayer and was looking forward to leaving the stuffy room.  However, her hopes were dashed when she felt Edward pulling her back down onto the hard pew. Lucy barely managed to suppress a moan as her bottom again took her full weight.  She glanced over at Edward seeing him give a small shake of his head, the warning to behave clear in his eyes.  She blushed but returned her glance to the front of the church.