Page 19 of Her Lord's Law

“Do you need another round of the brush, or perhaps a dozen from my tawse, Louisa?”

“No… no, ma’am. Please—”

“Then stop dallying. Thank your papa for the time he’s taken to redden your little bottom and ask for permission to take him into your mouth,” Anna had said, ignoring the embarrassment of the manor’s naked mistress, turning her to face Edward and gently pressing her to kneel between the lord’s knees.

The woman had continued to stare at the poor girl until Louisa had mumbled her thanks for the spanking, asking and receiving permission to perform her penance. With a final glance at the housekeeper to see the unyielding expression on the servant’s face, Louisa had finally reached out with shaking hands to unbutton her papa’s pants and slowly withdrawn his shaft. Evidently satisfied that the naughty girl would do her duty, Mrs. Bremmer had finally turned away. Louisa had been humiliated having to perform this intimate act while the woman was in the room but Edward had allowed her no quarter. When he felt she was doing a very poor job of making her repentance, he had pulled his cock out of her mouth. With his erection only inches from her lips, he spoke calmly but very firmly.

“You are continuing to be a naughty girl, Louisa. I suggest you employ that sweet little tongue of yours properly while you make your penance. If I have to remind you again, you shall find your mouth full of your pacifier instead of my shaft; I shall ask Mrs. Bremmer to bring me your paddle after which I will apply it to your hot little bottom, and only then shall you be given another chance to prove your remorse. Am I clear?”

As if to illustrate, the housekeeper walked to where he was seated and Louisa gave a sob as the thick wooden paddle was slapped down onto the table beside him.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She’d given a soft sob before trembling lips opened wide and her tongue was presented. Edward threaded his fingers through her hair, his gaze locked onto hers, the violet blue of her eyes brighter with what he knew was a mixture of shame at the act she was performing and lust as that act caused her sweet little cunny to weep. “Lick Papa’s cock like my good little girl,” he instructed, pulling her further forward before laying his cock against the velvet wetness of her tongue, taking his sweet time to slide his shaft back into her mouth.

Edward immediately felt her tongue lick up and down the underside of his cock and swirl around the crown. When the tip of her tongue dipped into the slit on the tip of his shaft, his cock jerked as it grew even larger in her mouth. He moaned in pure pleasure as she accepted every drop of precum that she was given. With her bottom burning and the threat of another dose, she did as she had been trained though he knew it was extremely difficult with the housekeeper moving about the room. Edward smiled down at his little wife as her head bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing in and out around his thick shaft in her mouth. His fingers stroked the back of her hair, playing with the golden curls as she made her penance. He was in no hurry to reach his completion as he also had no desire to make the act of contrition easy for her. She had been naughty, earned herself a harsh paddling and now would simply have to accept her need to perform her penance despite her humiliation of the act being witnessed by another.

It was several long minutes before his fingers released their hold on strands of her hair to splay against the back of her golden head. He pushed her further down onto his shaft, forcing her to take more as he felt his balls beginning to draw up.

“Breathe through your nose,” he reminded as the delicious sensation of an imminent climax had his muscles clenching. Eyes that shone with her efforts and unshed tears lifted to his, this silent plea for leniency ignored by him as all others had been. Giving her a slight shake of his head and another gentle push, guiding her to take that last delicious final inch of his cock into the tight column of her throat, he held her in place. He could feel the ragged exhales of the shallow breaths she was able to drag through her nose caress the length of his shaft until she could go no further. Warmth stirred the coarse hair at the base of his cock as the tip of her nose nestled into against the coarse black hairs at the base of his cock, the entire shaft hidden inside her mouth for the very first time.

“Such a repentant little one. What a good little one swallowing all of Papa’s cock,” he said, relishing every puff of strained breath, every lap of her sweet tongue and the contractions of her cheeks as the force of her suckles increased in an effort to draw him to his end, but he restrained himself. He was enjoying everything too much to end it before he absolutely had no choice. He kept her on his shaft for several long minutes, her whimpers vibrating against his hot flesh with a pleasure that was incredibly intense.

“Don’t spill a single drop, little lady,” he practically growled. She mewed in distress at the order, but he only shook his head. His little one would learn that her papa would never relent. Shame was a useful tool he’d use to teach her that she only need worry about what he thought, what he desired. Just as she’d swallowed his cock, she’d swallow every drop of his seed regardless of who might be watching.

“Every one,” he repeated, driving just a fraction deeper, wanting to prolong the moments of pure bliss. But when her hand lifted from where it was braced against his thigh, moving to cradle his balls in her palm, he threw back his head and roared as thick ropes of cum shot from his shaft into her mouth.

Her throat constricted again and again as he emptied into it. Edward knew she had no time to worry about the servant who was still in the room. All his little one could do was attempt to accept every drop of his seed that filled her mouth with every eruption of his cock. Every muscle worked along his shaft, each touch of her tongue so very sensitive against his flesh. Finally, his cock gave a final jerk and he relaxed his hold on her head, his fingers moving to once again caress the silky strands as she worked to assure she had indeed swallowed every bit of his offering. Her breasts were heaving with the lack of any full breaths for the last several minutes as she finally sat back on her haunches, cradling his cock in her hands after releasing him from her mouth. He watched as the tip of her tongue flicked out to lick along swollen red lips. Reaching forward to touch the corner of her mouth, he captured a drop that had dared to escape. Before he could say a word, she’d leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his finger, suckling hard to claim the last of his essence.

“What a good girl,” he said, pulling his finger free as his eyes continued to caress her. Pert little breasts that shone with the drool she’d been unable to contain were tipped by tightly furled nipples. And those beautiful mounds were not the only part of her that glistened. He watched as a drop of her own arousal slid from her sweet little quim to join the others she’d leaked while she’d performed her penance.

“Much better, little one,” Edward said, not allowing her to forget that she’d needed a reminder to properly do her duty.

“Thank you for your gift, Papa,” she said softly, blushing as she tucked his cock back into his pants, rebuttoning the placket before sitting back and lifting her eyes to his again.

“You’re welcome, but we’ve not yet finished.” He rose and took her hand, helping her to her feet before leading her to the changing table where Mrs. Bremmer was waiting and helped her up onto it. Edward saw his bride flush hotly, unable to meet the older woman’s eyes after the housekeeper used a cloth to wipe her thighs clean and then to swipe the moisture away from Louisa’s newly shorn pussy.

Mrs. Bremmer had opened a small jar and held it out to Edward so that he could dip his fingers into it. Louisa had found the pacifier placed back into her mouth and her legs held up and open by the housekeeper. She had begun to buck and wiggle as her husband inserted a lubricated finger well up into her bottom. Even as tears had leaked down into her ears at the discomfort and humiliation of it all, more of her cream gathered between the lips of her sex.

“Stop that fussing, missy,” Mrs. Bremmer scolded. “Push down and open your little bottom-hole for your papa. It will be far easier when he pushes your punishment plug into your pucker.”

Louisa had frozen in place but he knew it wasn’t in obedience to his servant. It had everything to do with the fact that she’d see him pick up an object and dip it into the pot of lubricant. Once he’d swirled it around the jar, she had come alive again, her head thrashing as she tried to beg him not to do what he was about to do.

“Settle down, Louisa. You were squirmy and naughty during services. I promised you a new lesson when I told you to stop wiggling about in the pew. This, little lady, is that lesson. I’m going to put this nice fat plug up your bottom, where it will stay while you nap. You will feel full and uncomfortable and yet, I do believe you will learn the importance of being still during services.” He had nodded to Mrs. Bremmer, who had pulled her charge’s legs back toward her chest and held them apart. Edward used one hand to separate Louisa’s buttocks and the other to introduce the plug to Louisa’s little pucker for the very first time. It took several long and tortuous minutes to complete his task, and his little one had earned several fresh handprints on her little bottom. Despite his continued commands for her to settle down, she continued to wiggle, buck and attempt to twist away from the awful invader.

He’d watched her little hole attempting to deny the plug entrance, but it was no match for him. With continued, firm pressure, her muscle finally surrendered, reluctantly opening. His little one continued to squeal as he breeched the virgin opening and rotated the plug as he pushed it into her. By the time her bottom had finally swallowed the entirety of the thick plug, Louisa was a sobbing and very, very contrite little girl. Edward knew her bottom ached both outside and in. The skin around her little hole’s rim was white and widely stretched, the plug pulsing slightly with every breath she took.

Edward had wiped his fingers free of the lubricant and then slowly but very exactingly ran his fingers up between her pussy lips. She was sopping wet and shuddered at his touch. Her strangled cry was one of shame, pain, and pure unadulterated lust. He ran his fingers over her clit which jumped beneath his touch. He played with the slippery pearl for a few moments until he was sure she was throbbing all over before he stepped away so that Mrs. Bremmer could wrap an extra thick nappy around her charge. She made sure it was very tight around Louisa so that she would feel every inch of the plug inside her bottom. Louisa had cried softly as a nightgown was pulled over her head and then she was picked up by her husband and deposited in her crib. Edward had arranged her as he wanted and added restraints to make sure she would be unable to forget the implement he’d chosen to teach her a lesson.

Patting her upturned bottom, he said, “I want you to think about your bottom-hole stretched wide around its nice fat plug, Louisa. I want you to think about other things that Papa will soon be putting into your little pucker both to teach you your lessons as well as to simply give me pleasure.” With that, he had given her a quick kiss on her cheek and the two had left her alone to cry and ache in her crib, her bottom high in the air as if begging for all who came into the room to focus their attention on her most private place.

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Naptime over,Edward undid her restraints and turned her on her back. He kept the pacifier in her mouth as he unpinned her diaper. Knowing what he’d find, Louisa felt her face flushing hotly as he pulled the white swaddling down.

“That’s my good girl. You used your nappy as you are required every time you are put into your crib though we both know you’d be wet regardless now, don’t we?”