Louisa Revealed (14 page)

Lucy laid her head down on the desk and found
her sister watching her.
 
Louisa’s
eyes were glistening with tears but she gave Lucy a small nod of
encouragement.
 
Lucy desperately
wished she could grip her sister’s hand as they had during the awful caning but
found herself gripping the desk edge as ordered.
 
She moaned as she saw Edward move to
position himself behind her.
 
She
closed her eyes against the humiliation of her position even as he ordered,

“Lucille, spread your legs wide.
 
Your heels are to be turned out.”
 
She sobbed and forced herself to open
her legs a few inches.
 
“I’m not
telling you again, young lady.
 
You
witnessed the proper position, and now you are required to offer yourself to
your discipline.
 
Do it now
Lucille.”
 
This was a hundredfold
worse than being bent for the cane earlier.
 
The room seemed thick with tension, and
Lucy felt things she had never before experienced.
 
Her heart was racing in her chest, her
face hot with the shame of all that was happening.
 
She had just seen her twin, a copy of
herself, open her legs and her sex to the room, her bottom willingly lifted for
the cruelty of the birch rod and then… then heard that same punished sister
actually thank her husband for the lesson.
 
Lucy had never been more confused in her life, and certainly never
before as terrified at what was about to happen to her.
 
She began to cry harder but when she
felt his hand touch her inner thigh to pull her legs apart, she quickly spread
her legs wide in order to have the hand removed.
 
“That’s better.
 
Now, heels turned out and ask for your
chastisement.”
 

Lucy heard herself speak as she tried to
remember the words her sister had uttered.
 
“Oh please Sir, I’m so sorry… please, I don’t think I can do this.
 
I beg you, please spare me this
shame.”
 

“I will not tell you again, young lady.
 
Look deep inside yourself, Lucy and I
know you will find you not only deserve this shame and the pain that you will
feel; but that you need it to be able to forgive yourself.”
 
Lucy’s eyes were clenched shut as she
broke into huge sobs. Mrs. Bremmer shook her head in displeasure, but Edward
simply waited; the birch still at his side.
 

In just a few moments, he heard, “I’m… I’m sorry
I was… was disobedient.
 
Please… please
bir… birch me.”
 
She sobbed and
tensed for the first stroke.
 

It didn’t arrive, and she heard him speak, “That
is incorrect Lucille.
 
You must
apologize for being naughty and ask for ‘your’ birching.
 
After all, you are requesting my
attention to your bottom, and need to make your desire for correction
clear.
 
You must also rise up on
your tiptoes and lift your bottom for me.
 
The lesson will only be effective if you properly submit to your
punishment.”
 

She was more mortified than she had ever been in
her life.
 
Baring her bottom for the
caning this morning seemed like nothing when faced with not only opening her body
to this man but to actually be forced to ask for correction, and a birching at
that!
 
She had seen Louisa’s
position, and blushed even more hotly remembering all she had been able to see
of her sister’s charms.
 
She knew he
could easily see every square inch of her most intimate places, places she
never even thought about, and were now on display to her brother-in-law as well
as his horrid housekeeper.
 
She
wanted to jump up and
flee
, but knew she would be
easily caught.
 
She also felt
incredibly guilty to have caused all of this horror.
 

She found she just wanted the ordeal to be
over.
 
Choking back a sob as she
forced herself up onto her toes, she cried, “I’m… I’m sorry I was naughty
Sir.
 
Please… may I have my… my
birching?”
 
Evidently he was pleased
with the request because before she could take another breath, she heard the
swish of the birch and then the first explosion landed across her upturned
bottom.
 
The second stroke landed
before she found enough breath to scream in agony.
 
Her cries echoed around the room and as
the third stroke painted its angry lines against her skin, her hands released
from the desk and flew back to cover her bottom.
 
Edward barely had time to check his
swing and the birch landed on the backs of her thighs, barely above her
knees.
 
Lucy screeched and flew off
the desk, her hands cupping her thighs as she bounced up and down.
 
Edward saw Mrs. Bremmer quickly step
around the desk, and watched as she physically forced the young woman back over
the desk.
 

Lucy continued to struggle and kick out until
Edward said, “Settle
yourself
, Lucille.
 
You have earned a good birching, and
shall receive your due. Get back into position or those strokes won’t count and
will be given again.”
 

Lucy heard him, but couldn’t wrap her mind around
the threat.
 
Her bottom burned, and
the backs of her thighs felt as if she had sat on hundreds of nettles.
 
“Nooo, please… no more Edward.
 
I… I can’t!”
 
Edward heaved a loud sigh and looked
over at his wife, who had obediently taken her first set in silence and was
even now in the proper position waiting for him to continue her
punishment.
 
He realized that Louisa
was yet untrained, but obviously far more learned in how to comport herself
during chastisement than her sister.
 
He took a deep breath and stepped to the desk.
 
He motioned for Mrs. Bremmer to release
the struggling girl, and though she looked as if she were prepared to actually
sit on Lucille if needed, she stepped back.
 
Edward took Lucy’s arm and helped her to
stand.
 
She was sobbing, her face
streaked with tears, though Edward knew she had not been truly harmed.
 

She looked up to see him staring at her and she
sobbed harder, “Please Edward.
 
Please… I’m so sorry and I’ll never disobey you again.
 
Please, please don’t spank me any
more.”
 

Edward kept his voice firm as he responded, “I
appreciate that you’re sorry for your actions, Lucille, but I am not anywhere
near done with your discipline.
 
I am not spanking you Lucille
,
you are
being birched
.
 
You will not
die from your birching but since firm discipline seems to be something that is
sadly lacking in your childhood, I will give you a choice.”
 
He watched as her eyes lit with hope and
he smiled knowing that his own wife wished he offered her choices in anything
other than strict obedience.
 
He
gentled his voice and continued, “You have only received three strokes.
 
You have two more to go in this first
set.
 
The choice is this.
 
You will either place yourself back into
position and ask for your birching to continue, or ask that I apply your
intended strokes to your sister’s bottom after she has taken the remainder of
her own count.”
 

Lucy heard her sister gasp though she didn’t
speak.
 
Lucy looked over at the
prostrate girl and saw the marks from the birch, vivid across her bottom.
 
She also saw that her sister remained in
position as if simply waiting for her turn.
 
Lucy looked down to see Louisa’s eyes
tightly shut but saw a small tear leak from her clenched eyes.
 
Knowing that Louisa was in this position
only due to Lucy’s forceful nature, she could not extend any punishment to her
beloved twin.
 
Sobbing but
determined, Lucy lay herself across the desk, took hold of the edge and once
again spread herself open and lifted up onto her toes.
 

Even as Edward stepped back, he heard her say,
“I’m sorry Sir.
 
I’m sorry I was
naughty and that I have delayed my punishment.
 
Please… please, Sir continue m… my
birching.”
 
Immensely satisfied,
Edward did just that.
 
After two
hard strokes had been given, Lucy felt the birch rod being placed across the
small of her back.
 

“I’m very proud of you little one.
 
You may lower yourself until your feet
are flat on the floor, Lucille, but keep your hands on the edge of the desk and
be prepared to lift that naughty bottom again.”
 

Lucy sobbed at the fire in her bottom, but
gratefully lowered her feet to the floor, allowing her legs to close in an
effort to retain her dignity.
 
Edward simply smiled as he walked back around the desk and picked up the
birch lying upon his wife’s back.
 
She was soon in the proper position and struggling to accept her next
set.
  
Lucy sobbed as she heard
the birch fall onto her sister’s bottom five times and then was begging for
mercy as she was given her second set.
 
Edward allowed the girls a few moments before picking the birch rod up
off Louisa’s back for her third count of five.
 
Lifting her bottom high when instructed,
and forcing her legs open for the third time, Lucy felt as if Mrs. Bremmer had
been wrong.
 
Surely it was possible
for someone to die from such a horrific thrashing.
 
Lucy was sure there was not an inch of
skin left intact on her bottom, every bit of her bottom felt as if she were
sitting in a roaring fire and yet, when Edward quietly told her to present
herself, she had done so and had indeed lived through not only her third but
fourth set as well.
 

After each girl had been given twenty strokes,
Louisa finally joined in her sister’s pleas for mercy and begged her husband to
stop.
 
The desk surface was slick
with the girls
combined
 
tears
when Edward stepped behind his wife once more.
 
Her bottom was a poor sight to
behold.
 
Every inch was covered with
welts and more welts.
 
The rod had caught
her across the backs of her thighs, which caused her to wail the loudest.
 
He picked up the birch, which was
beginning to loosen in its bindings and said,

“How many extra strokes did you receive from the
cane Louisa?”
 
She sobbed but choked
out,

“One, Sir.”
 

Edward nodded and lightly drew the rod down
across her welted bottom.
 
Louisa
shuddered knowing what was coming and fearing the pain.
 
“Extra strokes mean you haven’t
submitted yourself properly, by admitting your need for chastisement, my love.
 
I will double your extras so that you
might learn a proper lesson.
 
Rise
up and present your bottom for your extras Louisa.”
 
Louisa forced herself up onto her toes,
though she was thoroughly exhausted.
 
She felt the tips of the rod trail down her bottom and touch the pouch
of her sex.
 
She shuddered in
humiliation knowing the switches would be coated with her own dew and that her
husband would have his evidence of her arousal.
 
She could practically see his smile and
then the tips disappeared.
 
She
braced herself but remembered to round and soften her bottom for the stroke as
required.
 
She discovered it was
unnecessary as the stroke landed not on her bottom but between her legs.
 
She screamed loudest of all and her
hands released the desk of their own accord.
 
She was about to straighten until she
felt his hand hard against the small of her back.

“Position yourself, Louisa.
 
I promised that extra strokes earned
double the count.
 
You have one more
stroke to go.”
 
Sobbing, her sex
burning with the marks of the birch, she forced herself to grip the desk even
tighter.
 
She knew the last would
follow the previous.
 
When it landed
once more between her legs, covering her sex with fire, she collapsed and
sobbed after her scream echoed around the room until it died.
 
Edward nodded and was pleased.
 
Though not perfect, she had done
exceptionally well, and it had been a very, very thorough birching.
 
He dropped the birch onto the surface of
the desk and walked around it for the last time.
 
He removed the birch rod from Lucy’s
back and asked,
 
“How many extra
cane strokes were you given, Lucille?”
 
Sobbing and terrified after hearing her sister’s screams, her answer was
barely audible,