Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) (2 page)

Both Lucas and the porter smiled as she peeked behind
a small door only to discover it held nothing more interesting than a few shelves, hooks for their clothing and a small stool.  Seeing it caused Lucy to think about the small stool she was placed on in a corner if she were being punished or, far more embarrassing, the stool where her husband had ordered her to sit totally naked and displayed for his pleasure.  She drew the door tightly closed and blushed hotly when she realized her husband was looking at her as if very well aware of where her thoughts had taken her.  Lucy moved to the bed, climbing up to kneel on it to look out the window.  She was surprised to see the train had yet to move and that people were still milling about on the platform.  She briefly wondered whether Uncle Edward and her sister, Louisa, were still waiting for the train to depart.

“
Why aren’t we moving?  Is something wrong?” she asked, turning and immediately realizing that she had interrupted the conversation the porter was having with her husband.  Lucas looked over at her, one eyebrow raised in obvious disapproval, and shook his head.

“Luc
ille, you know better than to interrupt when adults are speaking,” he said simply.  She flushed and mumbled her apology before returning her attention to the window, embarrassed at being corrected in front of the porter.  The porter proceeded to tell Lucas about the different cars along the train’s long length that would serve to provide him with as much comfort as possible during the trip.  He made sure Lord Huntington understood the location of the smoking car, where men gathered in the evenings to enjoy cigars, brandy and cards, as he knew men of his class expected such extravagances to be provided. 

“If there is anything you need that I haven’t yet discussed, please know that I am here to serve you and your
, um, daughter for the duration of the journey,” the porter said.  “If I am not immediately available, you may ask any of the staff for me.  My name is Nelson Brannon.”

“Thank you, Mr. Brannon,” Lucas said as he accepted the key.
“For clarity, the little one looking out the window is my new bride, Lady Lucille Huntington.” Lucy smiled, still adjusting to her new title and feeling her heart swell with pride hearing her husband address her as such.  She also felt her stomach tingle, remembering the lessons her husband had begun teaching her.  She heard the porter clear his throat before speaking.

“My apologies, Sir
, and Lady Huntington.  I didn’t mean any disrespect,” Brannon said.

“No need to apologize, Mr. Brannon,” Lucas said.  “Luc
y is my wife, but as you witnessed by her need for a swat to her bottom earlier as well as her rudeness in interrupting our conversation, her role is far more that of my special little one. So your assumption was also correct.”  Lucy felt her face heat and she wished she could disappear.  The porter looked between the two and slowly nodded, the dynamics becoming clear.  He had been working for the rail system for more than two decades and had witnessed many unusual things on the hundreds of journeys he had taken.  He was not unfamiliar with men of society wed to what he knew were referred to as little ones or child-brides.  He also knew that discretion as well as impeccable service would most likely favor his own pockets. 

“Very well, Sir.
  Please let me know if you or your little one need anything at all.  I am at your service completely and have experience with the additional needs of the special little ones who travel with us.”  Understanding that many men traveling with their child-brides often employed women to assist them, Brannon continued.  “My services extend to Miss Lucy’s nanny as well.  I shall return with your luggage as soon as possible.”  He turned as if to leave and then turned back.  “Pardon me, Sir.  I forgot to mention that there are three different seatings for meals.  The first for luncheon is at noon.  Do you have a preference, Sir?” 

Lucas was impressed with the man’s rapid understanding of his small family. 
“Since my little one is put down every afternoon for her nap and retires early, I’d prefer the earliest seating for all meals,” Lucas said and noticed that his wife was attempting to become as small as possible as if to disappear from the small room.  Brannon looked to the bed and nodded.

“Very well, Lord Huntington
. I find that our passengers traveling with children often prefer the earlier seating.  I’ll make sure your table is reserved and the server knows when you wish to dine.”

“Thank you,
Mr. Brannon,” Lucas said and the man departed.  The moment the door closed, he turned to Lucy.  He hated having to discipline her so soon but would not begin the trip tolerating any disobedience.  The three would be occupying rather close quarters, confined to the train for several days, and his little one needed to be clear from the very beginning that it would behoove her to be on her very best behavior.

“Come here, Lucille,” he ordered as he stepped to the bed and held out his hand.  Lucy placed her small one into his much larger hand and allowed herself to be helped from the bed.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.  “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.  I’m just very excited.”  Lucas nodded as he untied the ribbon under her chin and removed the small bonnet from her head.  He removed her traveling cloak as well, moving to hang both on a hook by the door.  Lucy ran her hands down the white pinafore that was tied over her childish yellow dress.  She realized she felt years younger the moment Lucas had removed the concealing cloak.  As she watched her husband turn, she felt her heart begin to pound as she realized he was looking quite stern.  Lucas returned to sit on the end of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs.  Lucas knew she was still uncomfortable dressed as he desired but she had far more important things to worry about. 

He dropped his hands to her bottom, taking a well-rounded cheek in each of his hands.  She whimpered and went up onto her toes as he gave each cheek a squeeze.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, his hands reawakening the pain from the intense switching he had given her the day before. 

“
Is your little bottom still sore from your switching?” he asked though he knew it was.  Her face colored with her embarrassment.  She simply nodded and then gave another sharp squeal when one hand released her cheek only to apply a crisp swat against her flank.

“I expect a proper answer, young lady,” Lucas said.  “I don’t care to either repeat the question or guess at your answer.”  Lucy
squirmed a bit when his hand once more took hold of her bottom.

“Ye…yes, Papa,” she whispered.  “I
t’s…it’s very sore, Papa.”  Lucas nodded and after giving her bottom a final squeeze, released his hold.  Her relief was obvious as she sighed and put her feet flat onto the floor. 

“
I find it ironic that you don’t seem to have any problem with interrupting your elders, little one, and yet seem to have difficulty remembering to verbally answer my questions.  Until you learn these simple rules, I’m afraid your bottom will continue to be quite sore, Lucille,” Lucas said, though his tone indicated he wasn’t truly sympathetic.  “Naughty little girls who don’t pay attention to their Papas, and continue to interrupt adult conversations after being chastised rather severely only a day earlier, can expect to have hurtful bottoms and legs.”  Lucy closed her eyes, the memory of the switching returning full force.  It had been the most painful lesson her husband had given her.  Discovering they were to leave Wintercrest to travel to her husband’s home at Hunter’s Ridge, she had thrown a huge tantrum.  Her behavior caused him to not only switch her bare bottom but to take a second switch to the backs of her legs when she ran from him.  Thinking about the punishment caused her legs to immediately begin to itch under her stockings.  She shuffled her feet in discomfort.  Lucas was silent as he turned her around and moved her a bit away from him.

“Lift your dress,” he ordered.  Lucy felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest
and she turned her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes beseeching him not to ask her to bare herself in this manner.  Lucas said nothing, his left eyebrow simply rising as if asking if she truly wanted to question his authority.  Lucy immediately turned her head back around, her face flushed as her hands moved to drag her dress up to her waist.  She felt her stomach tingle as it always did when he ordered her to do shameful things.  Though her response had been far too hesitant, Lucas was proud of her obedience.  She was learning, and that was what really mattered to her new husband who was also her new Papa. 

“That’s my good girl,” he said as she held her dress at her waist.  He quickly added the bulk of her petticoats to her hands so that she was standing before him with only her drawers and stockings covering her
from the waist down.  She felt his hands on the tie of her drawers and couldn’t stop a small sound of distress.  Lucas ignored her discomfort as he untied the ribbon and then slowly pulled her drawers to her ankles. 

“Step out,” he ordered
, and when she did as he required, he picked up the garment and laid it on the bed beside him.  He ran his hands over the rows of ruffles that adorned the seat, smiling as he thought of how precious his little one looked wearing the extremely childish drawers.  He found he was constantly amazed at how Eleanor Summers managed to find just the right type of clothing to make her special little adult women look so much like precious, pampered girls far younger than their actual age.  The ruffled drawers were but one example of the childish clothing that his bride would always wear.  He turned his attention back to his wife.  Her bottom gave testament to the extent of her soreness.  Though the skin of her bottom and thighs had returned to its normal, pale color, thin welts still decorated the surface of her skin.  Lucas knew it would be another few days until all evidence of her thorough switching had disappeared. 

Lucy tried to remain as still as possible as her husband removed the ribbons that held her stockings above her knees and rolled them down.  The white stockings joined her drawers on the bed after she slipped out of her
shoes that were childish flats instead of the modern boots worn by most women.  Nude from the waist down, she shut her eyes as tightly as possible knowing he was able to see evidence of more than her discipline when his hands gently guided her feet apart.  Lucas smiled, his cock rising in his pants at the sight before him.  Though her entire backside, from the fullest part of her bottom to the tops of her ankles, was lined with thin welts, she was very slippery between her parted thighs and looked incredibly beautiful to her Papa.

“Does that feel better?” he asked
, as if his only concern had been for her comfort.  Lucy was highly embarrassed but had to admit that removal of the garments also removed some of the horrid itching.

“Yes, Pa…Papa,” she said softly.  “Tha…thank you.”  Lucas allowed his hands to lightly trace a few of the welts before cupping her switched cheeks.

“I hate to see such marks upon you, Kitten,” he said and Lucy shuddered at his words as well as from what his fingers were doing as they traced the marks that he had put on her bottom.  “I fear your bottom shall always bear some trace of your naughtiness until you learn to be my good little girl,” Lucas said as he continued to rub his fingertips against the evidence of his words.  You were a very naughty little girl yesterday and it seems you still have many lessons to learn.”  He paused for a moment feeling her shudder under his ministrations.  She yelped loudly when his hand lifted and then descended on her bottom with a loud, crisp smack. 

“
Turn around and bend over the bed, Lucille,” he instructed, turning her gently.  Lucy wanted to beg for him to not spank her.  Just the thought of his hand swatting her bare bottom again caused tears to fill her eyes.  She turned her head to look back at him again, her eyes welling, her plea evident without needing to voice it.  Lucas gave a single shake of his head.  “This is not the first time you’ve been disciplined about interrupting, is it, Kitten?”  Lucy bowed her head as she bent across the bed, her hands reaching out to grip the surface of the bedspread.

“No, Papa,” she whispered remembering being gagged with Uncle Edward’s handkerchief for exactly that reason. 

“As I said before, you will have many lessons to learn, Lucille.  However, you will also learn that if a lesson needs to be repeated, the lesson will be much harder on this poor, beautiful little rump.”  Lucy blushed hotly, knowing he was looking down at her bottom even as she felt his fingers lightly trace a welt.  “Up onto your toes, Lucille, legs apart.  Lift that naughty bottom up for your Papa.”  Lucas removed his hand and watched as his little child-bride did as he instructed, her bottom lifting and pushing out as if seeking the punishment she knew she had coming. 

It didn’t take long before she was bawling into the bed, her cries muffled yet audible as her Papa’s hand swatted again and again against her bare bottom.  Each crisp swat cracked with a sharp sound that didn’t have time to fade before another joined the chorus.  Lucy’s bottom bobbed up and down and twisted from side to side as her spanking continued.  Lucas placed one hand at the small of her back, his touch causing her bottom to lift as he instructed her to remain still. 

“Papa… please, plea… ” Lucy pleaded as his swats became both faster and harder.  “It hurts!” she yelled, her head lifting as she wailed when he began to spank the most sensitive area where her bottom met her thighs, each swat lifting her bottom and reddening the crease of her sit-spot.

“It is a spanking, Lucille,” Lucas said as he gave her sit
-spot another round.  “It is supposed to hurt and burn your bum.  Perhaps you will learn to give adults the proper respect and remain silent until they are finished speaking.  Lift your bottom higher, Lucille, or do I need to get your paddle?”  Lucy shook her head furiously, her bottom straining to lift as high as possible for her Papa.  Lucas smiled at her instant obedience and resumed her spanking.  He covered her entire bottom once more before stepping away and looking down at her hot little posterior.  He could feel the heat emanating from its surface.