Reunion (Hunter's Ridge Book 3) (6 page)

She had a very difficult time inserting it into her bottom. Everything burned; her clittie and her quim, the globes of her rear and the small hole that was being forced to open and hold items it didn't care to accept.

Edward saw her hand shaking and placed his on hers, helping guide the plug slowly into her passage.

"Tha-thank you, Papa," she said as she once more grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs up and seeing him lift the strap.

Whoosh…crack!
The stroke landed across the center of her bottom, the plug feeling as if it were being pressed further inside. She cried out as another stroke landed. It took everything she had not to roll to her side or release her legs. Experience had taught her that no matter how much she thought she wouldn't survive her Papa's thrashings, she not only would, but she'd even survive if her behavior earned her a repeat of the session. He didn't ever chastise her for her cries as long as she kept herself in the required position and didn't scream out curse words.

"These are the last three, little one. You know where they go."

Hiccupping with her sobs, she managed to answer. "Ye-yes, Papa. My-my sit-spots."

"Good girl, legs straight up so I can see where to place your strokes."

Sobbing, she released her legs and held them straight up in the air.

Both knew he could thrash her in the previous position, but having to keep her legs straight with her arms at her sides kept her mind on the lesson and didn't allow her to float away.

Whoosh…crack! Whoosh...crack! Whoosh…crack!
The strap bit into that tender area, and she'd feel these the longest. Tears ran down her cheeks to fall into the delicate shells of her ears. She kept her legs up as her Papa presented the strap to her mouth.

"Thank you for strapping my bottom, Papa," she managed, gulping and gasping as she attempted to get herself under control. He bent to kiss each of her tear-stained cheeks. Louisa waited for him to release her from the plug, knowing she needed to perform her penance.

"You may lower your legs but present your quim," he said.

Confused, but not once attempting to question him, she did as directed, her bottom burning on the mattress, her legs once more in position. Her heart began to pound as he laid the box from Eleanor on the bed and opened the lid. Was there some additional implement he was going to use on her? Was he going to strap her quim? Though she wished she could look away, her eyes followed his every movement. When he pulled out an item, she had no idea what its purpose could be.

"This is your clittie clamp," he explained, squeezing the item until the ends opened. She realized it looked a bit like tweezers she'd seen in the doctor's office for removing splinters or small bits of debris from under the skin. However, instead of squeezing to close the ends, a squeeze was necessary to open the clamp. A violet glass bead hung from the end. Holding it between his fingers, he showed her the two letters that had been embossed into the glass. 'LC'.

"It will keep my little Louisa's Clit in its bite, ensuring she does not find pleasure when making her penance," he explained.

She blushed hotly, remembering the last time she'd offered her bottom flower to her Papa after a strapping. She'd screamed out, not in pain but in intense pleasure, the moment he pushed through her sphincter muscle, and reached a forbidden culmination. It was not appropriate to obtain such pleasure when being punished, and it was now clear that her Papa would take great care that such pleasure was not repeated.

Edward reached between her legs, his fingers once more playing with her bud until it was throbbing and standing tall despite the residual heat from the nettle oil. It was embarrassing, and she felt guilty as she watched his fingers dance between her legs. Despite all of those feelings, she felt her pleasure building until she was gripping the sheets, attempting not to spend.

She would have sworn she'd only closed her eyes for an instant as she screamed, her body jerking at the feeling of intense pressure at the base of her clittie.

"Oh, Papa, it hurts… oh, please, Papa, please take it off. I promise I won't be naughty and spend!"

"It stays, little one." He reapplied a fresh coating of nettle oil around the clamp, as well as spreading a few drops over the lips of her sex. She squirmed at the combined sensations, and moaned as he reached into the box again, withdrawing two additional clips.

"Look closely," he said, showing her the small glass beads that dangled from the end. Each bore only the single letter 'L'. "These can serve in many ways." He ran his hand across her nipples, the buds becoming even tighter, and her eyes grew wide. "Little lady, when they are attached to your sweet little nips, or," he paused as his hand slid down to cup her sex, his touch causing the clitoral clamp to move and her to groan, "Louisa's Labia. Now, where shall they go this evening?"

She felt a gush of moisture flow from her. He never ceased to amaze her. How did people think of such things? Surely it was very sinful, and yet her body was responding—not in horror, but with arousal she knew would be denied.

"No answer, my love?" Smiling, he bent to suckle her left nipple, flicking his tongue over the taut bud and then giving it a gentle nip. "I believe your nips are aching for decoration." Her cry was loud as the clamp was placed onto her nipple, its bite forcing the poor bud to pulse and swell. Another cry echoed as her right nipple was captured by his new toy. "Over to your bar. I wish to see you displayed for a bit before you offer me your bottom flower." He lifted her from the bed and patted her welted rear.

With shaking legs, she managed to move to the far side of the room. A study rod had been affixed diagonally in one of the corners of his room. Stepping onto the small platform that would elevate her to the exact height at which her Papa could fuck her without bending, she bent at a ninety degree angle and grasped the bar. Dropping her head, she could see the clamps and their beads swinging from her breasts, as well as the one between her legs as she spread her feet wide apart. Blushing hotly, she could also see a rivulet of her cream sliding down her inner thigh. Though the clamp on her clit would keep her from spending, her body was fighting hard to overcome its bite.

Were other little ladies as wanton as she had become under her Papa's tutelage? Did their bodies quiver, breaking out in goose flesh with just a single touch or a special look? Did their Papas decorate their nipples or clittie with such things? Lifting her head, she stared at the corner, her cheeks blazing as the mirror he'd placed there reflected a woman who seemed far more aroused than contrite.

Her Papa joined her a few minutes later, his hand running across her welted rear and then between her legs. "My, you are gushing, little one. Quite the naughty girl to be so wet when she is being punished."

"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, then moaned as he reached beneath her to flick at the clamps on her breasts, setting them to sway.

"Nothing to be done about it, my love. Your body weeps its need for all to see. Are you ready to make your penance?"

"Yes, Papa, please accept my penance for my naughtiness. Please let me atone for my sins of deceit." Removing her hands from the bar, she reached behind her, spreading apart her roasted buttocks to properly offer herself for the required penance.

The mirror allowed her to see his hand moving to unbutton his fly and remove his cock. It jutted from his body, the head almost purple with the blood that caused his shaft to become hard as steel. The plug was worked from her bottom. Dipping his fingers deeply into her slit, he applied her cream to her passage, his fingers slipping easily inside again and again to coat her well.

Louisa moaned as her nipples and clit swelled in their clamps, her fountain never slowing as her Papa teased and touched her until her legs were trembling even more. Feeling his cockhead at her bottom flower, she obediently pushed back to open herself to him.

"What a good girl you are," Edward praised as he began to press forward. He held her hips as he pushed slowly into her, stretching her wide around his cock as she continued to press backwards, proving her willingness to submit. "I love you, Louisa, even when you have been my naughty girl." With a final firm push from him, her sphincter surrendered and her sharp cry told of his entry into her tight, hot channel, her velvet walls embracing his flesh. Her hands returned to tighten around the bar as he sank to the hilt inside her backside, his heavy testicles slapping against her slick quim.

Edward fucked her hard and without pause. This was not for her pleasure; it was to remind her that she was to submit to his rules, his desires and to the vows she'd offered on their wedding day.

She moaned and gave sharp cries but never once asked him to stop. Her clamps swayed and pulled on her nipples as he took her, pounding into her again and again. Thrusting as deeply as possible, he held himself still, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

"By the time we return home, your surprise will be ready," he said as he withdrew almost completely. Plunging in fully to her gasp and squeal, he spoke again. "I'm having the room across the hall turned into your punishment room. Of course, it will also be a place to play when you've been a very good little girl."

He pulled out again, reaching around to tug on the clamps hanging from her nipples. "And, my dearest love, I've ordered you a very special surprise."

With that, he tugged the clamps from her nipples and watched as her head reared back and she screamed at the intense burn of pain as blood raced back into her nipples. Plunging deep, he captured the tortured buds between his fingers, massaging and tugging until she was moaning and pressing her bottom up to meet his every move.

"You are going to come home to find your very own pony to ride."

His cock jerked, bathing her bowels with spurt after spurt of his seed as his roar matched her own cry at his news. Despite his announcement, her cream continued to fill her quim, dripping onto the wooden platform beneath her feet.

He slowly pulled from her, reaching between her trembling thighs to remove the clitoral clamp and then holding her when she screeched before sagging into his arms. Picking her up, he cradled her to him and laid her on the bed. Bending, he kissed her, his tongue claiming every inch of her mouth as she clung to him, her aching breasts pressed against his shirt, her hips lifting to press against his hand as he cupped her sex.

It was several minutes before he released her, placing the items he'd used in a bowl to be washed and moving the bowl to the water closet. He returned with a cloth, gently cleaning her before rolling her onto her tummy.

The next several minutes were spent listening to her soft sighs as he applied a thick layer of arnica cream to every welt the strap had raised on her bottom. Blowing out the lamp, he crawled into bed and she instantly snuggled into him, her head on his chest.

"I love you, Papa," she whispered, her hand against his heart. She felt very tired and yet very content. Lifting her head, she moved to kiss his lips softly. "There is no need to spoil me so; I don't need my own pony."

Edward chuckled, kissed her far more firmly and patted her bottom. "I love spoiling my little lady. I agree she does not need everything the world might offer, but she will have a nice little pony to ride."

Louisa giggled, her freshly cleaned quim moistening again as she thought of the room he was planning. It would take just a stroke or two to have her screaming in pleasure, and yet she understood her release would not come this evening. It was only her Papa who gave her the gift of culmination, and never after a punishment. With her nipples and clit throbbing, she gave a sigh and turned over to be pulled to spoon against him. Her bottom snugged against his body in the position that never failed to make her feel cherished. Smiling, she wondered if there was such a room at Hunter's Ridge, and what Lucy would think of all the things that had happened in their time apart.

Chapter Four

"Amen." Louisa and the rest of the congregation completed the prayer that signaled the end of the services. As their new pastor, Pastor Goodeman, stepped to the center of the elevated platform and made his weekly call for any little ladies that needed some personal counseling to come forward, she felt her Papa squeeze her hand.

"Be a good girl and accept the lesson, little one," he said quietly, as he stood to allow her to move in front of him.

With a nod, she felt her entire body flush as she stepped into the aisle and moved towards the front of the church, grateful to see a few others dressed in their Sunday best moving with her. This would be the first time she'd been required to seek additional atonement, and though she was embarrassed that all of their friends would know she had been exceptionally naughty, she was far more concerned about what would happen the moment she stepped through that side door.

Over the past year, she had seen many of her friends after their visit with Pastor Reed. They would all be returned to their Papas, their cheeks tear-stained and hands twitching as if desperate to soothe scalded bottoms. Anyone in the nave would hear the pastor telling the poor miscreant's Papa how bad his little one was, how her soul was in danger if additional discipline wasn't delivered to her sinful bottom the moment she returned home. If having their bottoms tended to by Pastor Reed hadn't been difficult enough, this additional humiliation ensured fresh tears from the women who had chosen this lifestyle as their Papas assured the pastor his advice would be taken.

Pastor Reed had always frightened both her and her twin. He'd stand above them all, practically screaming his sermons. His dark gaze would find some poor soul, pinning her to her pew with threats of eternal damnation in the fires of hell if they didn't obey his every word. When he became too full of his own sense of power, turning from a spiritual leader of his flock to a man far more thrilled with his position of disciplinarian, he'd been called back by the head of the church and reassigned.

Their new pastor, Winston Goodeman and his wife Agatha, as well as their children, had been introduced at a special luncheon, and she'd found the entire family to be a very friendly addition to their church family. That knowledge allowed Louisa to not crumple to the floor, begging her Papa to reconsider his decision that his little lady attend today's session.