Page 18 of Her Lord's Law

“Ohhh… ohhh!” she wailed, her hands once more fluttering behind her, but remembering not to touch herself. With a choked sob, she demonstrated that she was indeed an attentive student as she moved to lie over the chair again, knowing she would not be allowed up until released.

“You may release, Lucille. You did very well and I believe sitting on your aching bottom tomorrow will help remind you to try just a little bit harder.”

Lucy pushed herself off the chair and turned to face her guardian. Wiping the wetness from her face, she said, “Yes, sir, than… thank you, sir.”

“You are welcome, my dear. Now, pull up your drawers and you may retire to your room. Dinner will be served in an hour. Until then, you may rest.”

Reaching down, she pulled her drawers up and retied them with fingers that trembled slightly. “Thank you,” she managed to stammer, darting a look between the two men as if uncertain whom she was actually thanking before she fled.

Edward hung the strap back in the cabinet and locked the door. He turned to see Charles standing and appearing to want to say something. When he remained silent, Edward shook his head and gestured for him to precede him from the room. He watched as Charles gathered up all his papers off the dining room table and stuffed them into his satchel.

As Edward escorted him to the door, Charles finally said, “I beg your pardon, Lord Wintercrest. I was out of line in questioning you in the study. Please forgive me and… .and I beg your indulgence.” Edward smiled and shook the man’s hand.

“Think nothing of it, Charles. I admit I was surprised; after all, the school where you teach has always practiced corporal punishment. I assumed you were quite used to seeing students paying for their transgressions. I didn’t realize you hadn’t witnessed such discipline before.” Charles’ face flushed and yet he simply shook Edward’s hand and gave a nod before he hurried down the stairs to where Henri was once again waiting with the carriage. Edward watched until the carriage drove away, and then shook his head.

Edward was extremely proud of Lucy and very disappointed in her professor. Though he knew how interested the man had become in his ward, he also doubted he was the man for his wife’s sister. Charles was a good man, but he had no idea how to handle a special little one. And his ward indeed qualified as one of those special women who would only be truly fulfilled when paired with a man strong and stern enough to take her in hand as well as loving her tenderly.

Shutting the door, he turned his attention back to where it belonged. He would worry about his charge and her future a bit later. Right now, he was sure his own little wife desperately craved his attention.

Chapter 11

Edward climbed the stairs, slowing outside Lucy’s door where he could hear the muffled sounds of crying she had finally allowed to break free. His ward was dealing with more than just the discomfort from her strapping. It had been an extremely lenient session, but one that would still help guide her along the path she needed to travel. The pain in her bottom would ease and then disappear completely. But the emotional upheaval of the last few days, the presence of her professor witnessing her presenting herself for her discipline, and even the uncertainty of the future relationship she would have with her twin sister were all things that he knew the young woman was struggling to understand. He could offer words of comfort and forgiveness after he’d punished her, but for the rest, those were journeys that Lucille would have to take alone. He’d guide her, he’d offer his advice, he’d answer questions if asked respectfully, but the truth was that Lucy would have to answer questions about herself, learn what she needed deep within her soul, search her heart and make choices that only she could make. When the crying softened into sniffles, he nodded and gave a soft smile. “Sleep well, little one,” he said softly before turning to continue down the hall.

Opening the door at the end of the corridor, he climbed the next flight of stairs and entered his wife’s nursery. He smiled as he walked toward the crib, knowing his little one would be extremely glad to see him. He saw that she had managed to fall into sleep, regardless of her discomfort. Edward spent several minutes just looking down at her, still rather amazed at how much a person could love another. She meant everything to him and he thanked the good Lord every day that she was his.

Smiling, he bent to press a kiss to her cheek. She uttered the sweetest little sound as her eyelids fluttered, long lashes lifting to expose her beautiful eyes. Seeing her husband, she managed a small smile despite the huge pacifier he had pressed into her mouth. Edward adored seeing her little cheeks puffed out from the bulb of the pacifier he had purchased for her use. While he loved seeing her suck her thumb and would occasionally permit her to do so, this pacifier served two purposes. First, it allowed her to suckle and comfort herself when she needed to do so, and, more importantly, it filled her mouth so completely that it stifled the cries and sounds of distress that normally would echo throughout the house when he was teaching her whatever he desired.

Stroking a finger down a tear-stained cheek, he asked, “Have you learned your lesson, little lady? Do you think you can sit still during services next week and avoid having to attend Pastor Reed in front of the congregation?” Her cheeks bloomed with color, stained red as she nodded. He smiled when her little bottom wiggled, the sounds she made now far more of a whine than before. She had been put to bed on her tummy, her knees drawn up and strapped down to the sides of the crib; her hands over her head as usual. Her little bottom was raised high in the air. He patted the thick padding her nappy provided and saw her flinch away from his hand and heard another whine slip around the gag filling her mouth.

“Shhh,” he said even as he continued to pat the uplifted surface of her bottom, concentrating on the exact center. She whimpered and though she tried to move away from the pressure of his hand, restraints kept her securely in place. “Hush now,” he softly chastised as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her nappy. “You were sound asleep when Papa came into the room. You aren’t in any sort of pain now are you?” Her face flushed brighter, her eyes made their sweet plea to save her from what he knew she considered shameful, another long drawn out whine wafted in the air, but Edward simply smiled and slowly began to tug the soft white cloth down over the plump globes of her bum.

Her whine became whimpers as her bottom was exposed inch by delicious inch, Edward thinking the view was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. He continued to slowly bare her, until her little bottom-hole came into view. He felt his cock stiffen, his balls tighten in the constriction of his trousers at the sight before him. He kept the nappy in place just beneath her precious little flower, allowing the cloth to frame her bottom and focusing his entire attention on its very center. Louisa moaned again but he ignored her. He reached out his finger and ran its tip all around the base of the flange poking out from her distended bottom-hole. His fingernail scraped along the extremely sensitive skin that had been forced to stretch to accommodate the plug she now held. Her whining became a soft keening, her bottom attempting to clench yet unable to do so due to the restraints and the plug deep inside her sweet heart-shaped arse.

Edward completed his circle and then laid his fingertip against the flange of the plug, watching her closely as he pressed it forward. Her reaction was immediate. She tried to rear up and scoot away from him at the same time. He smiled, knowing his little one was going nowhere. He continued to press and release the plug, setting up a rhythm that soon had her keening reaching a higher octave, her nostrils flaring to draw in oxygen as her lips stretched around the huge pacifier plug in her mouth. Edward continued to play with her plug until he was sure he was driving his little one wild with need. He finally released it, only to give her a sharp slap on her quivering cheeks, driving the plug once again deep into her rump. She gave the highest squeal yet, her bottom wagging which he found absolutely adorable.

“I do believe having a nice fat plug in your little bottom will teach you to sit still, little lady. If I find the need to tell you to stop squirming next week, I shall take you to the naughty girl room, spank your bottom until it is crimson and then place a nice fat plug in your bottom. You’ll sit on it for the remainder of the service, and I’m sure Pastor Reed will need an explanation why you misbehaved so that your papa had to plug your naughty pucker. Is that what you need, young lady?”

Blonde curls flew in the air as Louisa’s head shook wildly. The words ‘nooo… Paaa-paaa, nooo,’ were garbled and yet intelligible with her earnestness. And remembering what had happened before he’d put her down for her nap, he was willing to bet she no longer had any doubts that her papa would always do every single thing he’d said.

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He’d watchedher eyes widen in horror when he had shown her the plug after Mrs. Bremmer had stripped her of her Sunday clothes. He’d listened as she had begged him for mercy and promised never to move an inch in church again. Her words had done nothing but cause both of the adults to smile and shake their heads in amusement; they were well accustomed to hearing little ones swear they would be far better behaved when faced with unpleasant consequences.

She had been introduced to the pacifier as he’d worked it between her lips after instructing her to open her mouth wide. It had been a tight fit and he’d watched her tongue attempting to find a comfortable place even as saliva began to pool at the corners of her mouth. Buckling it around her head had her whining but when Mrs. Bremmer had handed him her hairbrush off the changing table, those whines instantly became strangled repeats of her promises to be the best little girl on the face of the earth. She’d evidently allowed herself to think her papa had forgotten his promise of a spanking and a lesson during church. Edward couldn’t exactly fault her for her forgetfulness since she hadn’t immediately been disciplined, and, in fact, they had spent several hours at his associate’s home. But as he lifted the hairbrush, she learned that her papa never ever forgot that his little girl had been naughty. Screeches and pleas had accompanied each downward stroke of the brush against her quivering bottom during the spanking she’d earned, but her sounds were very effectively muffled by the pacifier. No matter how loudly she cried out, no one outside this room would be able to hear her and wonder what might be taking place in Wintercrest Manor. However, it would not allow her to forgo her duties once her bottom had been reddened.

After he’d lifted her off his lap, Mrs. Bremmer had unbuckled the pacifier and wiped her young mistress’ mouth with a handkerchief after she’d worked the rubber from her mouth.

“That’s better, now you’re ready to show your papa that your contrition is sincere,” the housekeeper instructed.

Louisa’s eyes had flown to him, to the housekeeper, and back to him again, a silent plea shining from their tear-filled depths, evidently so shocked at the woman’s continued presence that she hadn’t immediately made the expected request.

Edward understood that most men in his position hired women to serve as full-time nannies or governesses for their child brides. He, however, would never give up the joy of personally handling his wife’s life. He found a great deal of pleasure in all aspects of training Louisa. He believed the men who concentrated on training their own little women found far more satisfaction than those who chose an easier path. He had no reservations that both the women of Wintercrest would most probably disagree with him, but he didn’t particularly take their views into account. As Louisa’s husband and Lucille’s guardian, he was responsible for both of them. That included every aspect of their lives, from the roof over their heads to the clothing on their backs and the food in their bellies. His duties not only encompassed assuring they both felt safe and secure, but also meant he’d dole out discipline when earned. Louisa and her sister would simply learn to obey his rules or would find their bottoms aching.

He also knew that, by allowing others to assist him on occasion or to witness his training, both women’s submission was greatly reinforced. He was grateful that Anna was available and very well suited to assist him at Wintercrest, and smiled when seeing her shaking her head and looking down at her young charge.

“Your bottom has paid its price, but your punishment isn’t complete until you’ve made a proper penance. Turn around, get down on your knees before your papa and do your duty, little one.”

His little bride’s realization that a woman she considered a servant actually knew what intimate act was expected had tears beginning to spill down cheeks that were red with shame.

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