Reunion (Hunter's Ridge Book 3) (2 page)

"Um, yes, Ma'am." Louisa watched as the woman calmly walked to the door, then called out. "No! Wait!" She had never expected her bluff to be called but her instincts told her that her Nanny was going to make a beeline to her Papa. She couldn't let the woman actually go and ask Edward. "Maybe… maybe I heard him wrong," she muttered.

"Maybe you should start thinking about explaining to your Papa why you not only lied, but you also used his name in that lie."

"No, please, don't tell him! I…" Louisa was speaking to an empty room. No play was done as she sat at the small table, her stomach beginning to hurt.

It was only a few minutes before Anna had returned to the nursery, hauled Louisa up by her arm, stripped her of clothing and drawers, and plopped her rather unceremoniously onto her naughty girl stool. "I am far too angry to punish you right now. You sit here and think about what you have done, and what price you are going to pay. If you know what is good for you, you will get that nose into the corner and that bottom pushed out. Don't you dare move until I return."

"Yes… yes, Nanny Bremmer," Louisa had said, tears already coursing down her cheeks as her Nanny disappeared yet again. She'd been sitting there for what felt like an hour before the door opened and Nanny Bremmer and her Papa had entered.

"Are you ready to make your apology?"

Though surprised at his question, Louisa was quick to respond. "Yes, Papa, I am so—"

"No. You'll apologize to your Nanny, who will then give you a reminder of what happens to naughty little girls who defy their authority." He nodded for Anna to take a seat in the armchair. "After your bottom is reddened, you'll be punished for telling such a horrid lie. Tonight, you will offer your apology and your bottom to me for the delivery of my own punishment. Is that understood?"

"Please, I didn't mean—"

"I only asked if you understood, Louisa. I care to hear nothing more than your answer."

Louisa flushed, her heart aching as the immensity of her lie truly consumed her. It was rare for her Papa to sound so stern, so unforgiving. "Yes, Papa, I understand."

"Then you may begin." Edward stepped back to allow his child/wife to approach Anna.

Louisa moved to stand to the right of the chair. Swallowing hard, she finally lifted her eyes to meet those of her Nanny. She had to swallow again when she saw the black tawse in Mrs. Bremmer's hand.

"I'm sorry, Nanny Bremmer. I shouldn't have yelled at you or-or lied." Another swallow and deep breath allowed her to continue. "May… may I please have my spanking?"

Anna shook her head, lifting the tawse. "Excuse me?"

"I-I mean, may I please have my tawsing?"

"That's better. Yes, you may. I am so very disappointed in you, Louisa Michelle. Put yourself over my lap, you know how I want you positioned."

Louisa did know, having placed herself across this woman's lap dozens of times before. She bent across her Nanny's knees, her hands flat on the floor on one side, her toes barely able to reach the floor on the other. She spread her legs apart, turning her heels out, and lifted her bottom, pushing it up so that it was a perfect target for her upcoming tawsing. It didn't matter that she'd done so before, and would continue to present as long as she lived. Her face flamed with the humiliation of knowing that she was exposing herself to not only her Nanny, but that her Papa could easily see all of her charms from his position behind her.

"I'm really sorry," she said, clenching as she felt the tawse being rubbed across her quivering buttocks. "Please, I won't—oh, ow!"

Her apology was ignored, as it always was. It was a well-known fact that little ones were quick to offer apologies and promises once the question of having their bare bottoms blistered was answered. Words would come later and be accepted. For now, there was a small, pale bottom to attend to, and Anna attended to it quite thoroughly.

Smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…
The tawse landed again and again, always in a new area, the split tongue of the leather making a sickening sound as it smacked against tender flesh that quickly began to mottle. Louisa attempted not to fuss but as another five licks landed, her knees buckled and she twisted her bottom to the side.

"Oh, please, Nanny. Please, not so hard!"

"Get that bottom presented properly," Edward ordered calmly from where he stood. "Your naughty behavior has earned you a good tawsing, and, Louisa, that is exactly what you are going to receive."

Sobbing, Louisa forced herself to lift her blazing bottom, the ten strokes making her wish she had never considered being naughty.
Smack…smack…smack…smack…smack.
Another five were given, and then five more, until every inch of her backside had felt the awful bite of the evil implement her Nanny preferred.

"I'm sorry! Please, Nanny… no more! Oh, no… please!" Louisa wailed as the tawse moved down to paint the back of her left thigh with five strokes. She struggled to catch her breath as the burn intensified. It had been a long time since she'd felt her thighs receive such a punishment. Her screeches continued as her right thigh was given its due.

"Lift your bottom for me, Louisa," Anna said, tilting the girl forward. "Let's make sure your sit-spots burn as well."

"No, please, I don't know why… I swear I won't ever do it again!" Louisa begged, even as she felt her Nanny's free hand pressing against her lower back. "I promise!"

"Offer your sit-spots, young lady, or I'll give you a third round."

Louisa wailed hearing the Nanny's words, understanding that her tawsing was not almost over—it wasn't yet half done. Sobbing, she pushed her bottom up and out, and screeched when the very tender, very sensitive skin where her buttocks met her thighs was set on fire. Another full round was given, her bottom churning, her feet kicking up, her fingertips scrabbling for a hold on the floor until the second ten strokes had been applied to her sit-spots.

She lay sobbing over her Nanny's lap, her hair tangled around her, her body trembling as she tried to cope with the furnace that was her entire backside. A pat on her left cheek made her wail, even though it signaled the tawsing was done and she could rise. It took her a moment to do so, her hands aching to clutch her scalded buttocks—but knowing to do so would earn her another round.

"Tha-thank you, Nanny Bremmer for-for my, my tawsing," she stuttered, her feet dancing and her bottom wagging despite the embarrassment of doing so. She'd fan her hands behind her if allowed—anything to cool the immense fire.

"You are welcome," Anna said, as she tucked the implement away. "I want you to know that Nanny Molly is not the only person I've given a gift of a tawse. Your Papa has one as well, so even though I will not be with you, rest assured, the implements are readily available to roast your naughty rump."

"Yes, Ma'am." Louisa dared not look at her Papa. She was so ashamed of herself, and feared she'd completely fall apart if she had to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"After you've filled her, have her repack her bag before releasing. I'll return home in a few hours," Edward instructed, and turned to leave the nursery. At the door, he turned back. "And Louisa, a single misstep on your part, and you'll discover how it feels to have your Papa apply a tawse to far more sensitive areas. Is that clear?"

Her heart hitched in her chest. Yes, it was absolutely clear, and her face flamed at the thought of being ordered to spread her legs wide, or present her titties so her Papa could punish her intimately. "Yes, Pa-Papa."

Anna took her charge to the washstand, wetting a cloth and running it over Louisa's tear-stained face. After brushing the tangles from her hair, Anna plaited the long golden locks into two braids and led Louisa to her changing table. "Right up now, on your tummy."

Louisa climbed up the small steps that had been placed at the end of the table to enable her to do as instructed. She shivered as the cool leather of the table met her bare skin, her nipples pebbling as she crawled forward. Lying down, she obediently reached out, gripped the end of the table and awaited further orders. Sniffling, she hoped that Nanny Bremmer would apply a soothing coat of cream to her bottom, though she wasn't the least bit surprised to hear the instruction to open her cheeks instead. Reaching back, she gripped her roasted globes and pulled them apart.

A slick glass tube was slowly inserted into her bottom-hole. She could feel her Nanny's fingers gripping the tube as she was allowed to return her hands in front of her. Having her temperature taken in her bottom was no longer a surprise, but she still felt embarrassed every single time.

"I daresay I fear that this beginning does not bode well. Goodness knows, if you are already misbehaving and lying through your teeth, what will I find upon your return after you've been with that very naughty sister of yours for an entire month?"

Louisa wanted to defend her twin and yet knew that her Nanny did not expect an answer—much less a discussion on the subject. She remained silent except for the occasional sniffle she could not contain, especially when the thermometer began to push in and out of her tight pucker.

"You are going to learn, little one, that your naughtiness will never go unattended," Anna said, pulling the tube out a bit, twisting it and then sliding it deep again. After several minutes, it was removed and Anna announced her temperature was normal.

Patting Louisa's bottom, her Nanny spoke again. "You lie right here while I prepare your enema."

"Oh, please, Nanny, please no. I…"

"Louisa Michelle Wintercrest! You know that little liars get their bottoms filled. I suggest you remember what your Papa said. Do you really wish to feel a tawse applied to your little titties or quim?"

Shuddering, her entire body flushing with the realization that even her Nanny had understood her Papa's words, Louisa shook her head. "No, Ma'am."

"Then do as you are told," Anna suggested firmly. "In fact, go ahead and spread your bottom open. Perhaps offering your naughty pucker while it waits for its cleansing will remind you what happens every time you lie."

Louisa's hands once again moved to hold herself open, spreading herself wider as her Nanny slapped her bottom after she only opened her cheeks the tiniest bit. "That's better, wide open now, and think about all that hot soapy water going well up inside you to flush that naughtiness right out."

Tears slid down her cheeks as she lay on the table. Why had she even attempted such a deception, and why had she lied so horribly after doing so? She'd been so good lately that any spankings she'd received had been the special ones given over her Papa's lap in his bed. Those spankings always had her bottom churning and her sex flowing with her cream, until her Papa took her and allowed her to scream out in pleasure. Thinking of such pleasure had her realizing that her quim was already quite wet. Her body always betrayed her whenever she was punished, even with the knowledge that no pleasure would be forthcoming. It was something she'd never truly understand, though her Papa had told her it was her body's way of reminding her that she adored living a life of submission.

Louisa sniffled and released her right buttock so she could swipe her fingers across her face, flinging the tears away before once more opening herself. The visual picture she imagined she made; her naked red hot bottom on display, her pale hands pulling the punished globes apart, her tightly puckered bottom-hole quivering as air wafted across it, and her slick quim, had her shame causing her entire body to flush. She couldn't contain a soft sob as her Nanny returned to hang a bulging red rubber bag from its hook high above the table. It was not the ordinary bag used for her weekly cleansings. This bag's specific purpose was to provide an extremely difficult to hold amount of irritating liquid, to punish a very naughty girl.

A squeal escaped her as the first dollop of cold lubricant was drizzled down her cleft to pool on top of her pucker. Clenching her eyes shut, she gritted her teeth as her Nanny worked a finger into her bottom, spreading the lubricant well up inside the tight passage.

"Push back to open your pucker, Louisa," Anna ordered, placing the tip of the nozzle at her entrance. "I don't want to hear any fussing. We both know your bottom is quite capable of stretching to accept your nozzle and will hold the entire contents of your punishment enema."

Though she didn't fuss, Louisa did moan and mew as the large nozzle was slowly worked well up inside her.

"Are you ready for your naughty bottom to swallow your enema?" Anna asked, her hand on the dial.

Louisa wished she had the courage to answer truthfully but knew it would be folly. Sniffling again, she whispered that she was ready. The telltale click had her whimpering as the soapy liquid began to run down the length of tubing to flow into her bowels.

"It will take several minutes," Anna said as she patted the small, punished bottom. "Keep yourself open to remember your vows to submit to discipline when you have chosen to be such a naughty little girl."

Louisa couldn't speak but nodded, the shame of hearing the gurgle of the bag emptying and knowing the picture she made causing fresh tears to fall. She heard the clicking of needles and understood that her Nanny was calmly rocking and knitting as she waited for the little bottom she'd tawsed to become quite full. Several minutes passed as Louisa's bowels began to fill.

"Please, oh, Nanny, please. I need to… I can't take—"

"Hush, we've already discussed that you can. You may rock up onto your knees if need be."

Humiliated but grateful, Louisa struggled to her knees, the act made more difficult because she was not allowed the use of her hands. Once on her knees, her chest and cheek pressed to the padded table, she felt slightly better—until cramps began to seize her insides.

"Oh, Nanny, please may I rub?"

Anna looked up to see that the bag was not yet half empty. "No, you may not. You aren't yet half full, and should know better than to ask. You are being punished, Louisa, and that's all there is to it."

Another ten minutes passed as Louisa struggled on the table. Her arms ached from being behind her, her fingers cramped from holding herself open. Even her knees hurt, despite the padding. Shifting her legs further apart, she arched her back in an attempt to relieve the pressure in her tummy. Her face flamed as she heard it rumble and she fought the urge to push the nozzle and the enema solution from her body.