Lucy Surrenders (13 page)

"No, sweetie," Eleanor said.  "Your Papa has asked me to speak with you.  Tell your sister and Lady Eddington good night."  She obeyed, and though the twins hugged each other, neither could say a word to the other.  Lucy felt her hand taken and was led from the room.  She saw Lucas waiting at the foot of the stairs and blushed beautifully.  He smiled and took her hand from Eleanor.

"I want you to obey Miss Summers, Kitten," he said, and though he was smiling, Lucy felt a bit of unease.  "Do what you are told.  I shall be up soon."

"Ye ... yes, Sir," she said, accepting his kiss.  He put her hand back into Eleanor's, who quietly led her upstairs.  Lucy expected to be led to her room and was surprised when Eleanor turned and walked to the opposite end of the long hallway.  Suddenly understanding her destination, Lucy felt her face heat.  Eleanor opened the door and led her into the suite of rooms that Lucas had occupied since his arrival at Wintercrest.

Lucy saw evidence of work in this room, as well.  Again, candles lit the room, and she could smell flowers.  Her eyes darted around the room and halted when she saw the huge four-poster bed to the right of the door.  Her heart began to pound as she imagined Lucas sleeping on it, her blood racing with the knowledge that she would soon be sleeping on it, as well.  Eleanor smiled, seeing her flush.

"Come, Lucy; a bath has been prepared for you," she said, and drew the girl into another room, where a huge copper tub steamed in readiness.  Lucy continued to blush as she was quickly undressed.  Her hands moved to attempt to halt Eleanor's but quickly dropped when Eleanor told her not to be naughty.  Lucy closed her eyes as her drawers were removed, and she was led to the tub.  She waited for Eleanor to comment on the welts decorating her bottom from Mrs. Bremmer's tawsing, but Eleanor simply helped her into the tub and waited as the girl sank into the water.

"I can bathe myself," Lucy said, when she saw Eleanor reach for a cloth and a bar of soap.  Eleanor simply smiled and lathered the cloth.  You will learn that, though you might be capable of doing many things, little one, your Papa requires them to be done for you," she said as she began to run the cloth over Lucy's face.  Lucy shuddered but remained still and accepted the words.  She couldn't seem to stop blushing as she was most thoroughly washed, far more than she had experienced at the hands of Molly, or even Mrs. Bremmer, when they had bathed her.  She was turned around, her back to the room as her bottom was scrubbed quite hard.  She failed to stifle a gasp as Eleanor's hand moved to wash between her legs.  She shut her eyes tightly, her hands clenched into fists as she tried to ignore the sensation.  Eleanor grinned, knowing the poor thing had far more embarrassing things to accept.

"You may sit down," Eleanor said, and then dumped several cupfuls of water over her head.  She lathered and rinsed the thick hair twice before deciding that Lucy was as clean as she could be without adding an additional internal cleansing.  After learning of Lucy's first cleansing, Eleanor had made certain that a large enema bag with a long length of tubing—as well as several nozzles—were packed into one of the several boxes to be moved to Hunter's Ridge.  Lucas was a firm believer in the use of enemas as both punishment and for regular cleansing.  This little one would learn that, though she might continue to be embarrassed at being helped to dress, bathe or attended to in other intimate ways, her embarrassment would not do her any true good.

Eleanor helped Lucy from the tub and then instructed her to sit on a small stool.  Thinking she was to have her hair combed out to dry, Lucy obeyed and then gasped when Eleanor reached over and spread her knees wide apart.  Lucy immediately attempted to close her legs, but Eleanor was even quicker.

"No!  You will keep your legs open, young lady," she ordered, and pressed her hands harder, forcing an even wider spread.  Lucy whimpered, wanting to run from the room.  Eleanor seemed to sense her wishes and forced the girl's eyes to her own.  "It would be a terrible thing to go to your marriage bed with a well-thrashed bottom, Lucille."  Lucy whimpered again but instantly understood the threat.  She watched as Eleanor removed the towel that had been covering a tray of items.  She saw a mug of what looked like bits of soap, a small-but-full brush and a folded razor.  Her eyes grew huge at the sight.  She had often watched her father shave and had been both frightened and fascinated as he used the razor.  He had warned her never to touch
it, as it would cut her with its sharp blade.  Her throat tightened as she watched Eleanor use the brush to quickly whip up a thick lather in the mug.

"Wha ... what are you going to do?" Lucy whispered, though she had an uneasy idea from her position on the stool as well as the memory of feeling Lucas' fingers tugging against her curls.  "Are you ... you going to sha ... shave me?" she asked, her heart hammering.

"Yes, sweetie," Eleanor said, and smiled at the woman.  "Little ones do not have hair between their legs, hiding their pussies."  Her blunt words confirmed Lucy's thought, and she swallowed hard.

"Do ... does Luc ... Lucas know?" she asked, and then realized it was a stupid question.  Of course
, her husband would know!

"Yes, Lucille, this is what your Papa wishes, just as he wishes you to obey me," Eleanor said, and then leaned forward with the brush.  "Now, I want you to be very still, though this might tickle a bit."  She smothered Lucille's pubic hair in the shaving soap and picked up the razor.  "That was a good girl," Eleanor said, and again met Lucy's eyes.  "Don't move; I don't wish to cut your sweet kitty."  Lucy couldn't watch; her eyes were slammed shut, her breath barely moving her chest as she felt Eleanor's hand press against her inner thigh.  She moaned as she felt the first swipe of the razor and tensed as if waiting to feel pain.  She gradually relaxed, as the shaving continued without incident.  Lucy felt a wet cloth being pressed against her sex and opened her eyes to see that Eleanor had set aside the razor and was rinsing away the soap.  Lucy's eyes widened as Eleanor removed the cloth.  While she had never truly thought about her pubic hair, Lucy had also never once considered having it removed.  She looked pink and bare, her pubic mons seeming to be huge, and she could see the full lips of her sex, slightly parted.

"Ohhhh," she moaned and then shut her eyes when she was again lathered.  Eleanor made sure to remove every hair, her fingers sliding between Lucy's vulva lips, grinning as she found them covered with the girl's own cream.  She washed her once more before declaring her properly shorn.  Lucy found she couldn't speak or even look at Eleanor as she was helped off the stool.  She was led, still naked, to a stool that had been placed before the large fireplace that took up most of the outer wall of the room.  Eleanor gently ran a brush through Lucy's hair countless times before the mass began to dry.  Lucy had been stiff, her back ramrod-straight at the first pull of the brush.  By the time her hair was dry and lying like a golden shawl over her shoulders to cover her breasts and down her back to touch the beginning swells of her small bottom, she was limp and totally relaxed.  Eleanor smiled as she led the woman to stand by the bed.

Lucy saw a white garment lying on the bed and watched as Eleanor lifted it.  Lucy blushed, seeing that it was a nightgown like nothing she had seen before.  It appeared to be almost translucent, and as it was pulled over her body, she felt her nipples harden and her sex begin to pulse as the fabric slipped across her skin.  Eleanor turned the girl to face her.

"You are indeed a beautiful young woman, Lucille," Eleanor said, softly.  "Lucas is a lucky man."  Lucy blushed, which only made her skin seem to glow even brighter.  Eleanor led her back to the fire, seating herself in a large armchair and guiding Lucy to sit on the floor at her feet.

"I know that what I am about to discuss should come from your mother, little one," Eleanor said, and Lucy felt her eyes well.  Eleanor reached out and gently stroked a finger down Lucy's cheek.  "I am sorry for your loss, Lucy.  If there is ever a time a young woman needs her mother's advice, her wedding night is that time.  I am honored to be able to help you in your mother's absence."  Lucy nodded, even though she wished with all her heart that her mother were seated before her.  Eleanor gave her another few moments.

"Don't be frightened, Lucille," she said, softly.  "I know you are an innocent, but since you did attend school with other girls, I know girls will talk and whisper what they assume happens when a man mates with a woman.  Have you heard this sort of talk?"  Lucy was stunned at the bluntness of the question and couldn't speak.  Eleanor shook her head, "Don't be shy, little one.  I am not trying to embarrass you but to prepare you for when you are taken for the first time.  Tell me now, what do you know?"  Part of Lucy wished she could disappear, but another part prompted her to take advantage of this opportunity.

Eleanor said softly,  "All little ones have questions before they are bedded for the first time.  Or is it that your sister has spoken about things she has been instructed to keep silent about?"  Her question caused Lucy to gasp.  Eleanor remained quiet, allowing the young woman to gather her thoughts.  Her patience was finally rewarded when Lucy's soft voice broke the silence of the room.  

"Louisa has not spoken to me," Lucy said, and her embarrassment at the admission of her total ignorance was obvious.  "I only heard that ... that it is painful.  Will ... will it hurt?"

"It will," Eleanor admitted but was quick to continue, "But, little one, it will only hurt the first me your husband enters you."  Lucy couldn't help but tremble as she remembered the feel of Lucas' cock beneath her hand when he had placed it on his shaft.  Eleanor reached down and stroked her cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind Lucy's ear.

"Men, especially men like your husband, will demand your submission when you are taken, Lucille.  You are a lucky little girl," she said, with a smile.  "Though you must always offer yourself to your husband whenever he so desires, I know Lucas will take the time to be gentle as he teaches you how to please him."  She thought the blush that suffused Lucy's face was adorable and also spoke the truth of her innocence.  "Lucy, you do know what a cock is, don't you?"  Lucy's face turned even redder, her eyes immediately dropping to look at her hands twisting in her lap.  The room remained silent except for the occasional popping of a log as it burned in the fireplace.  Eleanor simply waited, and Lucy finally nodded.

"I ... I know," she whispered.  "Lucas had me
touch..." she paused, her embarrassment acute.  "I ... I never ... never have ..." she quieted, unable to continue.

"Of course you haven't, my girl," Eleanor said, with a smile.  "You are a virginal, innocent bride, exactly as you should be.  Don't be frightened, Lucille; making love can be a wondrous thing.  You are a special type of woman.  We both know just how soaked you get between your legs when you are touched."  Lucy's whimper was ignored.  "It is nothing to be ashamed of.  It is a unique gift that only those women who are truly submissive and truly able to feel such intense passion possess.  Trust in Lucas, Lucille.  Trust him to teach you the endless ways to find pleasures he will provide you, and in turn, teach you to provide him."

Eleanor paused again, wanting the girl to have time to truly process her words.  "This life is not an easy one," Eleanor admitted, and reached down to cup Lucy's chin to force her eyes to meet hers.  "It won't be easy.  You will be often spanked, paddled, whipped and even caned.  You will be subjected to even more embarrassing things than the enema you received today.  You will often feel ashamed, but Lucy, you will learn to obey.  Lucas will be your husband, as well as your father.  He will demand both complete obedience and total submission.  He will take you to the depths of despair as he punishes your body when you disobey him."  Eleanor paused, knowing the girl was listening to words she didn't dare consider.  "You will beg him to be merciful, make promises you can't possibly be expected to keep, in an effort to have him stop reddening your bottom, your legs or anywhere he decides to punish."  She paused again, knowing Lucy had never once contemplated being punished on anywhere except her small, rounded bottom or the backs of her tender thighs.  Eleanor knew the girl would soon learn that her body could be most effectively punished in many additional places.  It would be Lucas' decision on which area he wished to direct his discipline, just as it was his decision on which implements he would choose to use on his child-wife.

"Little one, he will also take you to heights of pleasure you can't imagine," Eleanor said, with a knowing smile.  "You will beg him not to stop as he teaches you to allow yourself to let go of your inhibitions as you accept the gifts he offers.  You will plead for mercy as he forces
you to experience sensations that will often consume your very soul.  True love is very rare, Lucy.  Few men and women are lucky enough to find that one person that allows them complete and utter surrender to each other.  I believe that you and Lucas are among those few.  Do not fear your husband, Lucy.  Do not ever question his love for you, as it will be proven every day for the rest of your life, regardless if it is given with a strap or with his possession of your body.  Learn to give yourself completely to him, and, my dearest little one, you will find complete happiness in your surrender."  Lucy couldn't speak.  She heard each word Eleanor spoke and felt the truth in the syllables as her heart and soul drank them in.  She remembered the vows she had sworn just that morning, vows that were echoed by Eleanor's words.  Speaking of such intimate things in the privacy of her husband's bedchamber seemed to add weight to the words spoken.  Lucy remembered her promises to submit and obey in all things, and a shiver of expectation, as well as fear flowed through her.  She laid her head against Eleanor's thigh and felt the woman stroking her hair.  Lucy didn't know if she could follow Eleanor's advice and was both frightened and fascinated with what she had heard.  Her fingers went to stroke the charm about her neck as she remembered the inscription Lucas had read to her.  All she knew for sure was that she would give her everything to Lucas because she loved him with every ounce of her being.