Louisa Revealed (13 page)

Lucy’s eyes had grown huge as his bore into
hers, his tone level and almost flat—one that brooked absolutely no
question.
 
She believed every
syllable of his speech.
 
She
swallowed as best she could around the gag in her mouth and nodded her head
slowly but deliberately.
 
“Very
well.
 
As I was saying, you have
both been extremely naughty and your punishment shall be a very thorough
birching.
 
Perhaps having a
well-thrashed bottom will remind you both of your proper place in this
household.
 
You have few
responsibilities.
 
Lucille, you are
only responsible for being a proper student and, as today has proved, you have
failed miserably.
 
Louisa, your only
duty is to obey me and behave, as a good wife should.
 
Today you also failed miserably.
 
Both of you are guilty of deceit,
deception, deliberate disobedience and foolish choices.
 
I am very disappointed in you both.
 
I realize you are quite nicely gagged
and cannot speak Lucille, but Louisa, before we begin do you have anything to
say to me?”
 

Louisa was quick to lift her eyes to meet his
across the desk.
 
“I’m sorry I was
disobedient, Sir.
 
I apologize for
my deceit and deception and beg for forgiveness.”
 

Edward nodded, pleased at her words.
 
His face turned to Lucy.
 
“Good girl, now I realize you are unable
to speak Lucille but nod if you agree with your sister’s apology.”
 

Lucy felt her heart pound, but had to recognize
her own guilt in the endeavor.
 
She
truly wished she could speak for she felt a need to beg him to release Louisa
from what he had planned.
 
Her eyes
filled as she tried to ask permission to speak.
 
The sounds were garbled and incoherent
through the thick gag in her mouth.
 

Edward watched her closely but saw no sign she
was attempting to be disobedient.
 
“Do you have something additional you’d like to add, Lucille?”
 
She again nodded her head.
 
“You will remember to be respectful and
weigh your words before they fall from your mouth?” he asked and saw her blush
but again nod her understanding.
 
Edward smiled at her and then nodded to Mrs. Bremmer. The woman stood
and then snapped her fingers under Lucy’s chin.

“Open your mouth, Missy, and give me your
gag.”
 
Lucy’s face flamed as she
opened her mouth and tried to spit out the wad of cloth.
 
Her mouth was so dry and it took several
moments before she worked it from her mouth.
 
Mrs. Bremmer stood to the side, but
didn’t return to her seat.
 
“Go
ahead Lucille.
 
You may speak, but
mind you remember your manners, or that gag will be returned.”
 
Lucy nodded and cleared her throat.

“Yes Sir, I’m… um, I’m sorry Sir.
 
I…
please Edward
,
please don’t punish Louisa
.
 
It was
all my
fault.
 
It was my idea, and I know
I’ve disgraced this house and you.
 
I… I know I deserve to be punished, but I beg you to forgive Louisa and
release her from further punishment.”

Edward found himself surprised at both the words
and the obvious sincerity in which they were spoken.
 
He felt a bit of pride at her acceptance
of total responsibility, but also knew the plan would not have been put into
place without his wife’s acceptance.
   

“That’s quite commendable, Lucille, and I must
admit I am surprised to hear you ask for leniency for your sister while
admitting your need for punishment.
 
However, you both are equally guilty and will equally share in your
punishment.”
 
He lifted his hand in
warning as he saw her open her mouth to speak.
 
“I’m warning you for the last time,
Lucille.
 
Do you wish to have your
gag replaced or do you want to be a good little girl and remain silent unless
asked a question?
 
I can tell you
that you will find it extremely difficult to catch your breath during your
birching, and a gag will only cause you greater discomfort.”
 

Hearing his words and terrified that they would
prove true, Lucille gave a soft sob and said, “I’ll be good Sir.
 
Please… please don’t ga… gag me again.”

“I believe the question was, can you be a good
little girl and remain silent, Lucille.
 
Unless you wish the gag replaced, answer me properly.”

 
Louisa knew without looking at her sister
that Lucy’s face would be red with shame and anger.
 
She also knew from experience that her
husband was beginning Lucy’s training at this very moment.
 
She wished she could offer her sister
support, but knew she must remain still and let the events unfold as her
husband/Papa dictated.
 

Lucy gave a soft sob and conceded,
 
“I… I can be a go… good lit… little
girl, Sir.”
 
Edward was extremely
pleased, as her first defense began to crack.

“Very well, I will give you the benefit of a
doubt, but know your gag is ready to silence you if you fail to keep your
word.”
 
She nodded slowly, her body
trembling; she was truly sorry for her idiotic scheme.
 

Edward saw Mrs. Bremmer slip the gag into the
pocket of her apron and withdraw several large pins.
 
He nodded.
 
“Mrs. Bremmer will prepare you
both.
 
Louisa, you shall go first to
demonstrate for your sister what behavior is expected.”
 
Louisa remained silent but when she felt
herself being pressed forward, she obediently removed her hands from her head
and placed them on the edge of the desk in front of her.
 
Lucille watched in embarrassment as Mrs.
Bremmer quickly and efficiently rolled up the voluminous skirt and petticoats
and had them pinned at Louisa’s shoulders in just a few minutes.
 
The folds of the garments fell to either
side of her sister’s body, effectively framing her small bottom, still covered
by her bloomers.
 
Lucy gave a small
gasp as she watched Mrs. Bremmer reach around Louisa’s waist and untie the
ribbon.
 
She soon had the last
covering drawn down Louisa’s legs and gave her a sharp order to step out.
 

Lucy’s eyes grew large as she saw the condition
of her sister’s bottom.
 
It was
glaringly obvious that Louisa had received far more than the dozen cane strokes
at the school earlier in the day.
 
Her bottom was swollen and bruised and the backs of her thighs had
obviously been attended to as well.
 
Lucy shuddered and looked away, as if to spare her sister the shame of
her position.
 
She turned her
attention back to the desk when Edward rose from his seat.
 
She swallowed hard as she watched him
begin to roll up the sleeves of his shirt.
 
As his strong forearms came into view, she remembered feeling the same
sense of doom when she had seen her father do the same before punishing her or
her sister.
 
Her heart began to
pound even harder as she realized this was real, and her very first birching
would indeed happen in this room, given by this man and witnessed by both her
sister and the housekeeper.
 
Tears
begin to well in her eyes and her legs began to tremble.
 

Edward was well aware of Lucy’s emotions, as he
motioned for Mrs. Bremmer, who led his wife around the desk to him.
 
“This isn’t your first birching, now is
it young lady?” Edward asked her, as she came to stand beside her husband.
 

Louisa flushed hotly, knowing her sister was
able to hear every word and see every action.
 
However, she also knew it could become
even more horrendous if she failed to respond to her husband’s question.
 
“No, Sir… it’s not my first.”

“I would have thought you would have learned to
be better behaved by now, my dear.
 
I suppose your last birching didn’t make the impression I intended.
 
You will discover this one to be far
more difficult to endure.”
 
He
watched her briefly close her eyes, and saw a tear slide down her cheek.
 

“Ye - yes sir.”
 

Edward nodded and motioned to his desk.
 
“You may present yourself for your
birching, Louisa.
 
Lucille, you
shall come around and watch so you will know the proper position I expect you
to maintain.”
 
Mrs. Bremmer pulled
Lucy around to stand behind the desk, though off to one side.
 
Lucy watched as her sister bent over the
desk and reached out to grip the opposite edge with her hands.
 
The stretch required pulled the skin of
her bottom tight, and Lucy heard her give a soft moan.
 
Lucy was horrified to see her sister
spread her legs wide apart and tried to turn away as Louisa’s womanly charms
were opened to view.
 

Edward was watching Lucille and was quick to
demand, “Open your eyes, Lucille.
 
You are to learn from this and be able to mimic the position
exactly.
 
You are to be open for
your punishment; nothing is to be hidden.
 
Sin is done in darkness, and if you don’t want to feel the shame of
exposure, don’t do the sin.”
 
He saw
her face flush hotly, and knew his words would remain with her always.
 
He continued, “Turn away or close your
eyes again and you shall earn additional strokes.”
 
Lucy gave a soft sob, but nodded, her hand
pressed to her mouth.
 
Louisa
remained in the horribly shameful position as Edward walked to the armoire and
returned with the two heavy birches.
 

“Present your bottom, and request your deserved
chastisement Louisa.”
 

Lucille’s ears rang as she heard her sister say
clearly, “I’m sorry I was naughty, Sir.
 
Please may I have my birching?”
 
Lucille couldn’t believe the words or accept the fact that her sister
willingly turned her heels out, went up onto her toes, arched her back and
lifted her bruised bottom as high as she could.
 
It appeared as if she were begging for
her birching!
 
Edward saw his ward’s
eyes locked on the presented bottom, and he gave a small smile.
 
He laid one birch onto the desk, and
lifted the other.
 

Lucy flinched and stumbled backwards as the
first blow landed against her sister’s proffered bottom.
 
Louisa jerked but remained silent, and
lifted her bottom for the next stroke.
 
Lucy wasn’t even aware that she was moaning, as Mrs. Bremmer held her
steady to witness her sister’s punishment.
 
Edward laid five quick, hard strokes onto the little bottom and then
laid the instrument across his wife’s back.
 
Louisa was crying softly but only moved
enough to place her feet flat onto the floor, keeping her stance wide.

“Th… thank you si… Sir,” she managed to
whisper.
 

Edward nodded, but didn’t answer.
 
Instead, he turned to Lucy, even as he
picked up the second rod.
 
“Mrs.
Bremmer will prepare you and then you shall present yourself and ask for your
punishment, Lucille.”
 
Lucy began to
sob as Mrs. Bremmer pulled her back around the desk and bent her over it.
 
She began to squirm as she felt her
dress and petticoats being lifted and rolled and then pinned to her
shoulders.
 
She felt her drawers
being lowered, and though she stepped out of them when told, she couldn’t stop
her hand from going back in an attempt to shield her nakedness from the
housekeeper.
 
For that she received
a quick swat and felt her hand forcibly removed from her bottom.
 
“None of that now Missy; you keep your
hands off your bottom and in front of you gripping the desk.
 
Do it now or do you need a spanking first?”
 

Lucy sobbed and heard
herself
begging, “Please… oh, please no.
 
Please, I’ll… I’ll die!”
 
Mrs. Bremmer shook her head as if exasperated.
 
“Nonsense.
 
There isn’t a soul alive that doesn’t
think they will die under the birch, but I assure you that you shall live.
 
Now, make your request to his Lordship,
and I suggest you do so quickly and properly unless you’d like to learn how it
feels to undergo the birch two days in a row.”