Louisa Revealed (18 page)

Edward spoke to Lucy, “Come Lucille.
 
You may use the dining table for your
lessons.
 
You’ll study until
luncheon, after which you shall take a small quiz to see if you have been
paying attention.
 
I believe you
understand what will happen to your bottom if you fail to demonstrate your
seriousness in your studies?”
 

Lucy’s face flamed, but she forced herself to
nod, and then whisper, “Ye... yes Sir.”
 
Edward was satisfied he’d made his point, and allowed his ward to slip
past him and guide Professor Lloyds back to the dining room.
 
She was mortified, but had no idea of
what to do other than try to ignore the entire conversation.
 
As her professor reached the table and pulled
out a chair for her, she flung herself into it, only to jump to her feet, both
hands reaching back to cup her injured bottom.
 
Charles walked to the parlor and
returned with a large pillow.
 
He
placed it on her chair and motioned for her to take her seat.
 
His kindness almost brought her to
tears, and reminded her of his compassion the day before.
 
She sank carefully onto the pillow and
accepted the handkerchief he handed to her.

“Dry your eyes, Miss Furniss.
 
Take a moment to compose yourself and
then we shall begin.”
 
Lucy wished
the floor would open to swallow her, but found
herself
obeying.
 
He allowed her several
minutes as he opened his valise and organized several papers on the table.
 
He opened a fresh tablet for her and
laid a pencil on the blank page.
 
He
finally sat next to her and said quietly, “Do you feel prepared to begin?”
 
She nodded and he gave her a smile.
 
“Very well, let’s go over what we
studied yesterday, and then we shall move on to discuss fractions.”
 
She nodded again, and dutifully began to
write down problems he dictated to her.
 

Two hours passed before they were
interrupted.
 
Mrs. Bremmer entered
the room with a tray containing a fresh pot of tea, a single cup and saucer and
a large glass of milk.
 
She placed
the tray on the table and was prepared to pour the tea when she saw the pillow
beneath Lucy’s bottom.
 
The pot was
placed back onto the tray as she spoke,

“Lucille, stand up immediately!”
 
Lucy jerked at the command but
immediately leapt to her feet.
 
Charles looked up, startled at both the terse order as well as the tone
in which it had been delivered.
 
He
watched as the housekeeper pointed to Lucy’s chair.
 
“What is that, young lady?”
 
Lucy followed the finger and saw the
thick pillow slightly squished from where her bottom had compressed it.

“
A
… a pillow?” she
answered hesitantly as if unsure that was the proper answer.

“Don’t be impertinent with me, Missy.
 
I know it is a pillow, Lucille!
 
What is a pillow doing on your
chair?”
 
Lucy’s face flamed, and she
found she could not raise her eyes – too terrified of both the
housekeeper and what she would find on her professor’s face.
 
“Answer me immediately young lady or do
I need to fetch His Lordship, so that you might explain your naughtiness to
him?
 
I’d think that after your
birching last evening you wouldn’t be so quick to flaunt his rules, but perhaps
you need to have your bottom reddened again?”
 

Lucy moaned, and her body swayed with
mortification.
 
She saw Mrs. Bremmer
begin to turn towards the library and she practically begged, “No… oh please
ma’am, please don’t tell him.
 
I… I
didn’t think… I didn’t mean to be naughty.
 
Please, I’m so sorry.
 
I’ll
remove the pillow and sit on my chair.
 
I promise I wasn’t being naughty.”
 

Mrs. Bremmer turned to face the terrified girl.
 
“Oh, believe me, Missy.
 
You were being naughty.
 
You know better than to seek comfort
when you’ve been punished.
 
Lord
Wintercrest does not take the time to blister your bottom if he doesn’t intend
for you to feel the effect for several days.”

“Now see here, Mrs. Bremmer, is it?
 
Can’t you see you are deliberately
frightening Miss Furniss?
 
I don’t
like your tone, or your desire to frighten her.
 
How can we expect Miss Furniss to
remember her lessons if she is shaking so hard she can barely stand?”
 
Charles had stood and was almost shaking
himself.
 
He was about to continue
when another voice rang in the room.

“While that is a good question, Sir, I believe I
engaged you to tutor Miss Furniss, and not to interfere in the life of my
ward.
 
It is my responsibility to
provide for her as well as my duty to discipline her.
 
Mrs. Bremmer is correct in that Lucille
knows better than to sit on a pillow after she has been punished, unless she is
given permission.
 
Isn’t that
correct, Lucille?”
 

Lucy’s face was so red it rivaled that of her
punished bottom the night before.
 
She swallowed hard but had to answer, “Yes, but I thought since… since I
hadn’t been… um… punished today it would… would be all right.”

“It most certainly isn’t.
 
You will simply have to adjust your
thoughts and accept the fact that a naughty bottom gets punished and stings and
burns for hours or days.
 
That is
the intended purpose of a good spanking, and sitting should be uncomfortable.”
 
He enjoyed the look of abject misery on
her face.
 

Charles’ own face flushed as he turned to
Edward, “I understand Lord Wintercrest, however, if there is any blame to be
placed here, I assure you it is mine.
 
I placed the pillow on the chair and insisted Miss Furniss seat
herself.
 
Mathematics is a difficult
subject and having her squirm on a… well, squirm about would do nothing but
distract her from her lessons.
 
I
believe it is your intention for your ward to pass her exam on Monday, is it
not?”
 

Edward was somewhat taken aback at his tone but
found the man earned a bit more of his own respect.
 
He nodded and spoke a bit more softly,
 
“It is, Sir.
 
I appreciate your concern for my ward;
however, I must insist that since Lucille has more lessons to learn than simply
mathematics, she shall do her lessons seated, as I desire.
 
I am sure that knowing the consequences
of failure will not only ensure that she remain seated quietly, but also insure
she concentrates fully.”
 

Charles knew when he was being given a chance to
save face and he took it.
 
“Certainly,
Lord Wintercrest.
 
I apologize for
my actions.”
 
He reached down,
removed the pillow, and handed it to the huffing housekeeper.
 

She accepted it, and immediately thrust it at
Lucille.
 
“Put this back where it
belongs, and return to your seat immediately.”
 

Lucy accepted the pillow, and barely managing
not to bury her face into its thickness, hurried into the parlor and placed the
pillow back on the settee.
 
She had
no wish to return to the dining room, but knew she had no other choice.
 
She dared look at no one, sliding as
gently into her chair as she could.
 
She heard Mrs. Bremmer grunt, and then pour the tea.
 
She practically thrust the cup at
Charles and then handed the glass of milk to Lucille.
 
They both accepted them with quiet
thanks.
 
Edward grinned, knowing his
housekeeper was disappointed that Lucille wasn’t immediately turned up and her
drawers drawn down.
 
He gave a small
shrug and watched as she left the dining room, and then he too turned to leave.
 
He would learn soon enough exactly how
well Lucille was able to concentrate after her first quiz of the
afternoon.
 
Meanwhile, he returned
to his study, and saw his wife quietly sitting and working on her sewing.
 
He moved to sit beside her and surprised
her by picking her up and settling her on his lap.
 
She blushed as he took her sewing from
her and set it aside.
 
Louisa didn’t
question his actions, as this felt far better than being turned bottom-up over
his knee.
 
He cradled her to him,
and then pressed his lips to the top of her head.
 

“How are you feeling, little lady?” he asked as
his hand stroked down her back several times before settling on her hip.
 

She blushed, and felt her heart rate increase as
she answered, “I’m fine Sir.”
 

He continued to stroke her as he relaxed on the
settee.
 
This was what he
loved.
 
The simple act of holding
his little child-wife on his lap as she practically purred with his
strokes.
 
He kissed her again, and
when she lifted her face to his, he moved his mouth to cover hers.
 
The kiss was gentle but incredibly sweet
and loving.
 
She surged up to meet
his lips as he moved one hand to cup and then squeeze her bottom.
 
He loved her moans as his hand reignited
her throbbing bottom, but she remained still and returned his kiss with
ardor.
  
Edward had taken his
pleasure only hours before, but felt his cock stir in his pants.
 
He knew his wife was aware of that fact
as well, as she squirmed a bit on his lap.
 
He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered,
 
“I know what I’d find if I put my
fingers between your legs, young lady.”
 

Louisa flushed, and felt another gush of
moisture flow from her.
 
She would
never understand the power this man held over her sexuality.
 
She had no one with which to discuss
this response – to even know if she was normal, but had a feeling that she
had surprised her husband by always seeming to become wet under either his
discipline or his gentleness.
 
Edward continued to simply hold her, and occasionally stroke his hand
down her back.
 
It was too soon to
luncheon for him to seek his pleasure, and he would always enjoy keeping his little
lady right on the edge of her own.
 
He satisfied himself in remembering what had transpired in their bed
that morning.

He had awakened to find his body pressed up
against his wife’s soft small body.
 
She had managed to turn herself onto her side somehow during the night
and her little bottom was pressed into his groin.
 
He felt himself instantly reacting and,
without waking her, managed to untie her restraints and free her hands.
 
He pulled her even tighter against his
body as he moved one hand to cup her breast and his thick fingers began to
tweak and play with her nipple.
 

Louisa had moaned and squirmed, her small bottom
pressing back as if seeking him.
 
Edward had continued his play until she jerked awake.
 
She immediately tried to pull away from
his body but at his sharp command to be still, she froze.
 
She didn’t realize her hands were free
until Edward rolled onto his back and pulled her to lie atop him.
 
Her face turned scarlet as she realized
his erection was trapped under her tummy.
 
Sunlight streamed into the room and she had no way to hide her
nakedness.
 
Edward loved her face
and the fact that she had no idea of what he expected.
 
He put his arms around her and then
guided her mouth to his.

He kissed her deeply, and was soon thrusting his
tongue between her lips to taste and play with her own.
 
Louisa felt herself respond, and was
soon moaning and squirming atop his hard, muscular body.
 
He had denied her release the day
before, and she felt her pussey flood with arousal.
 
Edward chuckled as her movements only
increased his desire.
 
He kept her
pressed to his chest with one hand while he used his free hand to roam across her
bare bottom.
 
She began to squirm
even more, but this time from the discomfort his hand was creating as he
pinched and traced the raised welts on her bottom.
 

“Be still, little one,” he ordered after
releasing her mouth.
 
She buried her
face in the crook of his neck and tried to obey.
 
It was impossible to remain still as he
continued to play with her bottom and occasionally dip his fingers between her
legs.
 
She felt him grow harder
beneath her stomach, and flushed, knowing he desired her.
 
She prayed he would allow her to take
her own pleasure and tried to be as good as possible.
 
Edward chuckled, knowing she was
desperately trying to remain still, but understanding his fingers and probing
was making the task extremely difficult.
 
She moaned against his chest when his fingers dipped deep into her sex
and slid a bit into her.