Page 11 of Her Lord's Law

“I’ll be up soon,” he promised, bending to kiss her gently. “Close your eyes, little one. Tomorrow is another day.” Her eyes closed as she gave a soft sigh and turned to curl up on her side. 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 on the edge of her chair. “You were right as usual, sir. She was extremely grateful for the application of the salve. She is such an innocent she has no idea of what is happening to her. I found her pussy slick even an hour after the strapping you gave her. She is struggling mentally and is far more stubborn than your little lady, but her body is responding to the need to be taken in hand.”

Edward took a sip of his drink and nodded. 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 not only loving men, but men who were capable of being extremely strict. The Furniss women craved men who would never hesitate to flood their little ones with attention, even when it was painful and unwanted. He knew that even though they were simply born with the deep seated need to submit, they would only find true happiness with the one man who touched all parts of their souls. He was that man for his beautiful little Louisa. He could only pledge to find the man who would both be able to guide his ward, discipline her when needed and protect and love her with every beat of his heart.

“Did she fuss at all?”

Mrs. Bremmer smiled and shook her head. “No, my lord. 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. It’s obvious that her poor little bottom is aching, but I believe she understands that she brought the pain upon herself. I know teaching her will continue to be a challenge, but, sir, I believe she will make some man a wonderful little child-bride.”

“I believe she will as well. Thank you, Anna,” Edward said with a soft smile as he finished the last of his drink. 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, extinguished the lamps and climbed the stairs. He would bury himself in his own little child-bride and take his pleasure. As he walked down the hall the memory of how she had responded with such zeal earlier had him grinning and his cock hardening. If she was a very good girl, he might even allow her to find her own bliss, though it certainly wouldn’t do to spoil his little lady.

Chapter 7

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 teased her for several long minutes by slipping down to put his face between her legs and beginning to lick and nip at her bare pussy. The feel of his lips, teeth and tongue was incredible, the shame of enjoying such an act had her squirming. Edward 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 taut nipple between his fingers and squeezed hard. She yelped and cried out with the pain.

“Be still, Louisa. I want to taste your bottom-hole and I will.” She 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 pussy to lubricate it well. She moaned as he slid his finger in and out of her pussy, her body instantly beginning the climb up the cliff she’d already been allowed to fly off of twice. She felt the tightening in her stomach as he added another, her blood rushing to fill her sex, to pulse hotly in her veins. Arching her back, she pressed her hips down onto his fingers. When he chuckled and withdrew the soaking wet digits, she whined and when she felt one pressing against her slickened pucker, she whimpered and attempted to shift away.

“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 cries still fresh.

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 from his place between her legs. “Then relax and open your pucker for my finger, young lady.”

A bit horrified that not only did he expect her to remain still for the naughty act, he expected her to participate in her own defilement, she nodded. When he pressed the tip of his finger against her hole again, this time using a bit more force, she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and didn’t pull away.

“Papa!” she cried at the sharp nip of pain when his finger actually breeched her most intimate place.

“Shhh, you’re fine. Press down and open for Papa. My finger is smaller than the nozzle you held in your bottom today.”

Louisa blushed hotly at the reminder, not knowing how to convey that though what he said was true, this felt so much more invasive. His finger was not an object, it was flesh and blood. What he was doing was not for cleansing… this was something far more intimate, something for his pleasure, something that made her feel quite wicked indeed. 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. She could feel her bottom-hole surrendering to the invasion, the sensation both painful and shameful. Certainly proper ladies did not lie still, compliantly allowing their husbands to not only lick and kiss such a place, but remained quiet as they stuck their huge fingers up their wife’s bum! It seemed an eternity passed as his finger sunk deeper and deeper, burying itself in her bottom as far as it could go.

She’d known her face was crimson when she lifted her gaze to discover he’d caught her staring down at the place where his hand was pressed tightly against her body, a single finger hiding deep within her back passage. His lips curled into a slow smile.

“Where’s Papa’s finger?”

“Wh… what?” she’d stuttered, feeling another wave of heat flooding through her.

“You heard me, little one. Where did your papa put his finger?” he repeated, this time moving his finger within her to stroke along her walls.

Louisa had jerked and whimpered, understanding that not only did he expect her to participate by relaxing her muscles to ease his entry, he expected her to vocalize exactly which part of her that finger had invaded. Her muscles clutched again as if to help her with the answer she knew she must give. “In my… my bottom.”

“That’s my good girl. I’ve claimed your mouth and your pussy, Louisa. One day soon, I will be burying my cock deep inside your bottom-hole to claim you there as well.”

Her mouth had dropped open as she shook her head. “Papa, no. You-you can’t—”

The sound of his deep chuckle seemed to roll through her very blood as he shook his head, cutting her off. “Oh, Louisa, I promise not only can I, I will enjoy each second as I watch your pucker open when I push every inch of my cock into your tight little hole and fuck your bottom.”

He’d spoken the words in a tone that brooked no nonsense and she knew they were a promise. Her blood heated and her bottom clenched around his finger, even as she felt a gush of moisture flood her shorn pussy. Edward smiled again and leaned forward. He was soon lapping at her center as he began to frig her bottom-hole. She forgot her shame as her body responded to his attention, her hands moving to his head, holding him to her as he licked, nipped and continued to drive his finger in and out of her. Her entire body arched as she screamed, coming so hard that her contractions almost managed to push his finger from her naughty little hole. When he finally pulled it free, Louisa keened not willing to answer the question as to why she suddenly felt empty even as he’d plunged his hard cock deep into her pussy.

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Sunday morning dawned far too soon.Though both girls had been put to bed early, Louisa felt as if she’d only just closed her eyes when they opened to discover sunlight pouring through the window. She yawned and attempted to snuggle back beneath the covers but with a flip of his wrist, they were tossed to the foot of the bed and a quick slap against her bottom gave her the impetus needed. Climbing out of the bed, she followed him into the water closet, very grateful when he allowed her to relieve herself on the chamber pot instead of wrapping her in a nappy. She watched sleepily as he tested the water in the tub. She had obviously been asleep when the servants had filled the bath. Obviously satisfied that the water wouldn’t burn her, he turned and swept her up before setting her onto her feet in the tub.

“Thank you, Papa,” she said, sighing with the bliss of the warm water as she sank down to her chin.

“You’re very welcome, little one,” he said as he took a seat on the low stool he’d placed next to the high tub. “Hand me the cloth.”

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