Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) (19 page)

Though Lucas would not normally allow his wife to enjoy pleasure after being punished, it had been a very trying day and he knew she could use the reinforcement of his love.  Smiling as he removed her gown, he admitted that he could use it as well.  He was gentle when he laid her onto the bed
, realizing that her poor bottom was burning.  However, by the time he had kissed her a dozen times and licked and kissed her breasts until they were tight, her nipples swollen from being suckled, she was squirming beneath him, her body desperate for him to take her as he wanted, to stake his claim, his authority and his love. 

Lucas continued to kiss down her body until his head was between her legs.  Lucy shuddered, her legs attempting to close but once more forced wide apart by her husband’s hands.  He lifted his eyes to meet hers.  “Put your hands on the rails, Kitten,” Lucas ordered softly.  Lucy obeyed, her stomach quivering as she watched him lower his head back to her sex.  At the first strong stroke of his tongue, she felt her entire body shudder, the pleasure of the unspeakable act flooding her every sense.  Lucas took his time, licking and tasting every crease and crevice of his little one’s womanly sex.  She smelled so sweet and clean from her bath, her skin soft against his fingers and tongue.  He put his hands under her bottom ignoring her slight hiss of discomfort as he lifted her sex to his mouth.  When his tongue moved lower to lick and kiss at her puckered flower, Lucy’s legs started to shake and her sex creamed.  It seemed like an hour passed as his tongue alternated between her two openings, licking and gently nipping at her lips and occasionally taking the entirety of her swollen clit into his mouth and giving it gentle bites.

“Papa… oh…I…I’m going to…please, Papa… oh, please may I…I spend?” Lucy moaned, her heart pounding with her imminent release.  Lucas backed off her clit, once more returning to lick and then gently insert his tongue into her slick flower.  Lucy’s hips bucked and she again begged for permission to take her pleasure.  His tongue was driving her wild with need, her blood racing through her veins.  Just when she thought she would again be naughty and explode without consent, Lucas lifted his head, his hands lifting her bottom higher off the mattress. 

“Eyes on mine,” he ordered softly and smiled when her glazed eyes managed to focus on his.  “You will not come yet, Kitten,” he said and she groaned, her teeth capturing her bottom lip as she attempted to obey her Papa. 
He continued to suckle, nip and gently bite at her clit and the lips of her sex loving the soft moans and whimpers as she fought to obey his order.  When she was positive she would soon be receiving another spanking for taking pleasure without his permission, he lifted his mouth from her and moved to bend over her, pressing his lips to her mouth in a gentle kiss before pulling his lips from hers.  Lucy felt her entire body shudder as she realized she was tasting herself as he kissed her.  Never had she imagined a man and a woman did such things and yet she blushed wishing he would kiss her again - down there, between her legs.  Lucas smiled knowing how she was both confused at what he had done as well as how her body responded to his lips and tongue on her quim and bottom-flower.

Lucas moved forward and thrust himself into her.  She arched and moaned, her eyes showing her intense pleasure and he stretched her, filling her completely.  Her whimper was delicious, the sound of her need so transparent. 
“Come for me, Lucy, come hard for Papa,” he said granting her permission.  Her obedience was almost instant, her contractions so intense and prolonged from earlier denial that she drew him to his own end.  As they came, they did so together, each crying out with their passion.  Afterwards, Lucas gathered her to him, her face lying against his chest, his arm holding her against his side. 

“I love you, Kitten,” he said softly.  Lucy felt tears in her eyes again but these were from nothing but the love she felt.  She looked up to meet his eyes
as his fingers closed around the pendant hanging between her breasts. 

“My heart, my life, my love – forever,” they said in unison and Lucas actually felt a chill run down his spine at the intense connection he felt with the woman in his arms.  Lucy moved to press her lips to his before settling back
against him.  Nothing else needed to be said and though both remained awake for some time, both were more contented than they had ever been knowing that no matter what happened, they would always have each other to love – forever.

The remainder of the trip seemed to fly by in a blur.  Lucas had surprised Lucy with a small cake holding a single candle after dinner on Sunday night.  She had happily blown out the candle when he explained it was to celebrate the first week of their marriage.  When she said she hadn’t gotten him a gift, he had grinned and told her that he would be unwrapping and enjoying his gift as she ate her cake.  When she looked down at the table as if expecting to some previous unseen gift, Stefan and laughed and Emmie had giggled. Lucy looked up to see Lucas stand, pick up the plate and then hold out his hand to her.  Seeing the look on her husband’s face, her body instantly responded and her face flushed scarlet.  It had been wonderful, her husband feeding her one small bite of cake and then removing one item of her clothing and kissing the skin he had bared.  By the time she finished the last morsel, she was nude and trembling with need.  As Lucas bent over her, his hands holding her wrists tightly above her head he whispered that he thought his gift the best he had ever received.  As he thrust into her and took her hard and fast, Lucy submitted to every demand, every stroke and prayed that all their anniversaries were celebrated in this exact same manner.

Monday morning dawned
.  After their last meal on the train, everything became a bit frantic.  After their faces were wiped with their napkins and their small hands taken to guide them from the dining car, the girls began to fuss and whine.  Both wanted to prolong the moment they must part company.  Their nannies instantly reminded the small women who exactly decided what was allowed as several crisp, hard swats were delivered to their little bottoms right in the middle of the dining car where other passengers were still eating their breakfast.  Lucy’s face had flamed as she and Emmie were told that their skirts would be lifted and additional strokes would be delivered to their bare bottoms if they continued to fuss.  Lucy lowered her eyes when she saw the expression on some of the people’s faces realizing that she wasn’t seeing horror or surprise – she was seeing nods of approval as if the promise was exactly what a naughty little girl needed to remind her to behave. 

The girls were
separated and taken into the rooms occupied by their individual nannies.  Their empty valises were returned by Mr. Brannon who also made sure that every item they had worn had been washed, pressed and returned in time to be packed.  Lucy sat on the bed keeping Cleo occupied while her nanny folded clothing and packed their valises.  When Cleo jumped off the bed onto the floor, Lucy scrambled off the bed to get her.  Reaching under the bed where the cat had run, Lucy saw a ball of yarn in the corner.  She scooted under the bed to retrieve it.  With Cleo in one hand and the yarn in her other, she scooted back out and stood.  She held out the yarn to Molly.  Molly shook her head.

“That is not mine
, Lucy.  It must belong to Miss Bertha.  She probably dropped it when we were knitting.  Run and return it to her for me, please.”  Lucy was delighted and felt a ridiculous sense of pleasure for being allowed to do something as simple as run an errand for her nanny.  She put Cleo back in her bed and made sure she closed the door to Molly’s room behind her.  She walked the few feet to Miss Bertha’s door and knocked.  She waited for a few moments and then knocked again.  Puzzled, knowing that Bertha had also been packing, she wondered at the absence of an answer to her knock.  She turned to return to Molly’s room and saw the door to the water closet open.  Bertha walked out, a basket in one hand and Emmie’s hand in the other.  Emmie was suckling on a pacifier and her eyes looked red and swollen.  Lucy quickly dropped her eyes, not wanting to embarrass her friend. 

“Where is
Nanny Molly, Lucille?  Does she know you are out and about without an escort?” Bertha asked.

“
Oh, yes, ma’am.  She’s packing, Miss Bertha.  I…I found this and Miss Molly thought it might be yours.  She asked me to return it,” said Lucy looking up to hand the yarn to Bertha. 

“Thank you, Lucy, if you’ll open the door for me, please.”  Lucy did so and at Bertha’s nod, stepped into the room.  Bertha followed with Emmie.  Setting the basket down onto her own be
d, she helped Emmie up onto it and then Lucy watched as her friend was turned to face the corner.  As she knelt obediently, her nanny lifted her skirts and petticoats and rolled them up.  Lucy saw what appeared to be small loops attached to the underside of one of the petticoats.  Bertha pulled the loops over two buttons that were sewn onto the shoulder straps of Emmie’s pinafore.  Lucy had never seen such a thing but saw that it made sense and would keep Emmie’s clothes well off her bottom and not wrinkle her dress as much as being tucked into her waistband.  Lucy was still looking at the buttons when she realized that Bertha had untied Emmie’s drawers and was pulling them down to where her knees met the bed.  Lucy blushed, lowering her eyes before Emmie’s bottom was exposed, knowing the poor girl had most likely gotten a spanking. 

“Lean forward and press your nose against the wall, Emmaline
, and push your paddled bottom well out. You know how to spend your time in your naughty corner,” Bertha instructed firmly.  Hearing a sharp slap and Emmie’s sob, Lucy lifted her head.  “Knees spread wide apart, little girl.  You know to present properly.”  Lucy gasped at the sight, her eyes growing wide.  Emmie was bent forward, her hands linked on the top of her head though that wasn’t what captured Lucy’s attention.  Lucy flushed hotly, her own bottom involuntarily clenching.  Bertha ignored Lucy’s gasp and began to unpack her basket.  Lucy wished she could leave but knew she hadn’t been given permission.  She watched as Miss Bertha removed two large bottles with adult sized nipples from the basket.  From the residue, Lucy knew they had both contained milk.  When Bertha next removed a long length of tubing with the largest nozzle Lucy had ever seen attached to one end, understanding flooded through Lucy and her eyes flickered to Emmie and then to the basket again.  Bertha removed a large red rubber bag and then a paddle.  Lucy couldn’t contain a tiny whimper and Bertha finally addressed her.

“
I’m a firm believer in education so let this be a lesson for you as well, Lucille.  Little girls that continue to defy their Papa’s wishes learn some difficult and embarrassing lessons.  Emmaline chose to refuse to drink her glass of milk with her meals.  She lost the privilege to drink like a big girl and was given a bottle.  When she continued to fuss and be naughty every time she was given a bottle, she learned the very hard way that when little girls are naughty, their Papas have many ways to teach them the futility of being deliberately disobedient.  I’m sure that by the time Emmaline is home this afternoon, she will most gladly climb onto my lap and drink a bottle without a moment’s fuss.  Her Papa and I hope that this trip has taught her that she’d much rather drink her milk instead of having it given to her through her little bottom-hole.  Lying over her nanny’s lap after every meal, her drawers at her ankles, her little bottom bared so that she can accept a healthy dose of milk as well as a firm dose of the paddle just might be enough to cause a naughty girl to do as her Papa wishes.  Don’t you agree?” Though Lucy had never heard of such a thing as what Miss Bertha had described, she had absolutely no ignorance of how such a horrible lesson would make her feel.  Being punished in such a way was bad enough, but Lucy knew Emmie’s feeling of shame had been intensified immensely when Bertha shared every intimate detail of the punishment with her new friend.  Lucy’s heart went out to her and yet the special part of her that made her desire to submit and have her own Papa had to admit the lesson would be highly effective. 

“Ye…yes, Ma’am,” Lucy answered softly. 

Bertha knew the little one had learned a lesson simply by observing her friend.  As she had told Lucy, she did believe in education, especially when guiding these special little ones along their difficult paths.  She had seen Lucy making faces when she drank her milk with each meal and Molly had admitted how much her charge hated the beverage.  Hiding her smile, Bertha hoped that the lesson had made a strong enough impression that any future meals would see the little woman-child down the contents of her glass without such dramatic face-making.  “Thank you for returning my yarn, Lucille.  Now, run back to Miss Molly and see if you can be a very good girl and not cause your nanny any more trouble today.  If Emmie spends her naughty corner time properly and is a good girl when her Papa joins her to finish her lesson, perhaps her Papa will allow her to spend some time with you before we must depart.  Do you think you can be our good girl, Emmaline?”  Vigorous nodding came from the little girl in the corner with a muffled affirmative answer as her mouth was still holding her pacifier.  “Very well, now scoot Lucy so that I may finish here.”

Lucy couldn’t hand over the yarn fast enough and practically yanked the door off its hinges in her haste to get back to her own nanny.  She closed the door and her eyes. 
Her heart was pounding as her mind accepted not only the lesson but at what she had seen when Emmie bent forward in her corner.  Not only was she suckling on a pacifier that Lucy knew had been used to keep her cries to the minimum, Lucy realized that what looked suspiciously like another pacifier had been peeking out from between her friend’s bottom cheeks.  She was still standing in the hallway when Lord Northbridge’s door opened and she opened her eyes to see him step out, a  strap hanging from one hand.