Lucy Surrenders (17 page)

"This time, you may close your eyes," he said, smiling as she did so. He gently washed her face and then moved the cloth to her neck. "Open," he said as he began to rub the cloth across her breasts. Lucy began to shiver as he washed her nipples, feeling them harden under the slippery cloth. Lucas smiled and bent forward, slowly running the tip of his tongue across each hardened peak. Lucy moaned, her hands reaching for him, only to find his hands moving hers behind her back. She arched as he drew a nipple into his mouth, her pussy clenching as his teeth gently raked its surface. He sat back and grinned, loving that her nipples were sensitive to his barest touch.

"Kneel up," he said and helped her. Her entire body was rosy with the warmth of the water but colored even more deeply as he moved the cloth to begin washing between her legs. "You will always remain shorn," he said as he ran his fingers across her mound. "I wish to be able to see every inch of you, nothing hidden." She moaned as the cloth began to scrub a bit harder against her sex. She was sore and tender but also knew her own moisture was adding itself to the wetness of the cloth.

"Turn around," he said, and she did so, her legs trembling as she presented her back and her bottom to him. She felt the cloth rubbing across the globes of her bottom and winced a bit as her scrubbed against the few remaining welts from her tawsing.

"I fear this little bottom
,
will always bear some evidence of my little one's naughtiness," Lucas said, and she trembled even more. "Bend over a bit," he ordered, and when she didn't immediately obey, he gave her bottom a sharp swat. Lucy yelped at the unexpected chastisement and then bent forward the tiniest bit. When she felt one hand moving to grasp one small cheek and felt it being pulled away from its twin, she felt shame course through her.

"No," she said softly, "Please ...
please...”

"Every inch of your body is mine, Lucy," he reminded her, pulling her buttocks apart to expose her pucker. Lucy felt the cloth scrub hard at her bottom-hole and knew he was making sure she understood his words. "You will never be allowed to hide even this," he said, dropping the cloth in the water and replacing it with his finger. Lucy felt her heart stop in her chest as he
pressed against her opening. Her mouth dropped open when she felt additional pressure, and she fell forward, her hands leaving her back to brace against the wall as she felt him press his finger into her bottom.

"Ohhh, no ... no, please, Lucas," she begged, her bottom clenching as best it could as he easily held it open to expose her. Lucas pressed his finger forward into the extremely tight opening, though he kept watch on her body to make sure she wouldn't fall. When she began to tremble even more violently, he released her buttock to hold her waist but kept her bent forward, his finger continuing its journey.

"You aren't under me in my bed, Lucille," he gently admonished as he penetrated her. "You are not to refer to me in that manner. Do you understand?" She moaned but could move no further away as he pushed further into her bottom. She yelped, her entire body clenching. Lucas sighed and released her only long enough to give her bottom another swat.

"Yes ... yes" she yelped loudly.

"Yes, what?" Lucas asked, stilling his hand when his finger was deeply buried.

"Yes ... I ... I understand," she moaned, grateful that the finger seemed to have stopped.

"Address me properly," Lucas said as he began to pump his finger slowly back and forth within her. Lucy felt her vision swim at the sensation, terribly embarrassed and terribly ashamed, when she realized she was again growing wet in her freshly washed sex.

"
Yes..." she panted, "Yes, Sir. I ... I understand not to address you by your ... your name," she said, attempting to force her mind from what he was doing. "I'm ... I'm sorry, Sir." Lucas gave her bottom-hole another few pumps with his finger and then pulled it from her. Lucy moaned, her body trembling violently. She felt him guide her to sit, and her eyes were filled with tears of shame, as he turned her once more to face him.

Lucas reached out to cup her face, lifting it to his. "Papa," he corrected, and saw her swallow hard. "You are to call me Papa when I am tending to your naughtiness, young lady.

"She blushed but nodded. "Y ... yes, Pa ... Papa," she managed, a tear escaping as he reminded her that not only was she his wife, one he would take whenever he desired, but also his little one. As such, she would learn to accept both roles, each of which would require different responses, different rules.

"That's my good girl," he said, bending forward and kissing her forehead. She sat quietly as he found the cloth and soaped it again. As he began to wash himself, she reached out her hands. "No, little one," he said with a smile. "Papas may wash their little girls, but, little one, you are too small to have such responsibility as to wash your Papa." Lucy flushed yet again, remembering that she had been allowed to undress him the night before. She understood that night was over, one night where she had been his bride, his wife to be claimed. She was now and forever more, his child-wife, a fully-grown woman only when in his bed and only when he decided she would be allowed to be assume that role.

He stood and stepped from the tub, quickly drying himself before helping her from the tub. He wrapped a large towel around her, rubbing her dry. Her hair was damp where its length had fallen into the water, and he rubbed the strands with another towel. Lucy felt exactly like a little girl as he took her hand and led her back into the room. She was led to the fire and the towel removed as she was pressed to sit down on the small stool before the flames' warmth. She shivered despite the heat and wished for the towel's warmth as well as concealment.

As she reached for it, Lucas shook his head, setting it away from her. "I wish to look at you," he said, and reached down to move her hair to hang down her back, baring her breasts. He reached and gently spread her knees so that her sex was visible." She whimpered as his eyes took
their fill. He was totally unconcerned for her embarrassment." The fire shall warm you and dry your hair," he said, and then began to gather fresh clothes from his armoire and drawers, pulling them on. Lucy grew more embarrassed at her nakedness as he covered his own. When a knock sounded on the door, her heart flew into her throat, and she bent almost in two in an effort to conceal her body. Lucas ignored her as he walked to the door and opened it to allow Molly into the room.

The young woman dropped him a curtsey. "Good morning, Molly," Lucas said as he sat to pull on his stockings and boots.

Molly giggled, the linens in her arms signifying her duty. "Good afternoon, Lord Huntington," she said, and then saw Lucy on the stool. "Good day to you, Miss Lucy."

Lucy relaxed at seeing Molly instead of Mrs. Bremmer but still kept her arms wrapped around her knees, her body turned as far from the girl as possible. "Hello, Molly," she said quietly.

"Lucille," Lucas said, in a tone that brooked no nonsense, "sit as I placed you." Lucy moaned but forced herself to open her knees, her hands dropping to her sides. She was extremely grateful when Molly seemed to ignore her. The servant was soon stripping the bed and rolling the stained linens into a ball. Lucy's face flushed with embarrassment. Lucas stood, fully clothed, and bent to add the damp towel to Molly's pile on the floor as she worked to make the bed up with the fresh linens.

She nodded her thanks and then gathered the rest of the clothing on the floor. "Shall I take these to the laundry now or tend to Miss Lucy?" she asked Lucas. Lucas looked to where his wife was attempting to be invisible. "Go ahead to the laundry," he said, keeping his eyes on Lucy. "I believe our little one is not yet dry from her bath." Molly bobbed her head, gathered everything securely and then left when Lucas opened the door for her. Lucy had now turned her back to the room, having scooted around on the stool. Lucas saw she had her legs open but still shook his head; his stubborn little one had so much to learn.

"Lucy, come to me," he said as he sat again on the chair. Lucy slowly stood, her arms hugging herself as she walked slowly towards him as if she were about to face her executioner. Lucas waited until she was right before him before reaching out and tugging her arms away and then pinning them at her sides.

"What did I tell you about attempting to cover yourself?" he asked, his tone calm but sharp. She kept her eyes on her bare feet and his leather boots.

"No ... not to," she whispered.

Lucas shook his head and without a word, turned her slightly and gave her bottom three quick, hard swats. Lucy yelped, her feet dancing as he spanked her. He turned her once more to him. "Answer completely and properly, Lucille, or I shall give your bottom a proper reminder," he warned. Lucy wondered where the gentle, loving man had gone. The man that had seemed concerned he might cause her pain. Before her was a different man, one that had just assured her that he would have no hesitation in reddening her bottom and causing it pain.

"I'm not to ... to cov ... cover myself," she said, and then quickly added, "Sir!"

"Why?" he asked, wanting to drive the point home completely. "Look at me and answer, Lucy," he said, firmly.

She took a deep breath and forced her eyes to his. She saw his unwavering stare and understood that she was having another lesson. "Be ... because ... because you ... you told me not ... not to, Sir," she said.

Lucas shook his head. "That's not the true reason, young lady," he said. "I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, why have I forbidden you to cover your breasts or even close your legs completely?"

Lucy knew what he wanted to hear but found it extremely difficult to voice the words, the sun filling the room, the man asking the question fully dressed while she stood trembling and just as fully nude before him. Her eyes filled with tears, not wanting to utter why he required she remain fully open to his eyes. She shook her head. "Ple ... please, Lucas," she whispered, "Please don ... don't make me...”

Her words were cut off as she found herself lifted and then laid across his knees. He was already swatting her as she realized what she had done. "I'm sorry!" she yelped, as his hand connected against her bottom. "I ... I meant Papa ... I meant to call you Pa ... Papa."

Lucas ignored her words. "Put your feet on the floor, legs wide, up on your toes, heels turned out so that I might give you a very thorough reminder of what we so recently discussed," he said as he continued to spank her. Lucy struggled to do as she was told, though doing so while nude and having her bottom so harshly slapped again and again made the task difficult. It certainly didn't become any easier when she heard a knock on the door and heard Lucas call out permission to enter.

Lucy wailed louder as Molly entered the room and then slowly turned and closed the door behind her. Lucy looked over her shoulder at the sound of the door closing, hoping that whoever had entered had just as quickly left the couple alone. Instead, she saw Molly standing by the door, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes staring straight at her mistress.

Lucy's head dropped, her cries increasing as Lucas continued her spanking. "Lift your bottom," he said, and when she obeyed, he aimed the next several swats to her sensitive sit-spot. "You will learn, young lady that when I teach you a rule, I care not to be constantly repeating it. You are a smart little girl and are very capable of learning your lesson the first time, aren't you?" His question was accompanied by another barrage of blows to her bottom, which was quickly going from pink to red.

"Yes, Papa," Lucy wailed, her hands moving to wave behind her in an effort to cover her bottom. Lucas quickly pinned her hands at her back. "Molly, bring me the brush," he said, and Lucy wailed even louder, her feet kicking up, knowing the additional burn a hairbrush would cause. Molly stepped across the room and returned from the water closet, the large wooden brush in her hand. Lucy clamped her eyes shut, seeing the girl's boots as she walked to Lucas and handed him the brush.

"Thank you," Lucas said, and without pause, began applying the back of the brush to Lucy's bouncing bottom. "Feet down!" he ordered as she kicked up hard when the brush lit into her backside. "Legs apart; get on your toes and lift your bottom!" She sobbed but struggled to obey, no longer concerned that her maid was witnessing her punishment, her only concern being that he might never stop his attack. Lucas was pleased to see her obey him, her bottom lifting as ordered. He tilted her a bit further forward to be more easily able to roast her sit-spot. Lucy wailed, her sobs filling the room as he turned the sensitive area a cherry-red.

"Tell me, Lucille," he said calmly, his hand never faltering, "Why are you not to cover yourself at any time, no matter where you are, no matter who is in the room, no matter if you are fully clothed or as naked as the day you were born?"

"I am always to be op ... open and ... and ready for you, Papa," she wailed, knowing her answer had to be truthful to stop her spanking. "I am ... am yours to ... to look at or ... or to ... take." Her words were faltering, but her understanding was crystal-clear.

Lucas popped her bottom twice more and then laid the brush against her red skin. "That's correct," he said, simply. He guided his wife from his lap and gently pushed her to her knees. He held out the brush and was pleased when Lucy's trembling hands reached to cup it, and she bent to press her lips to its surface.

"Th ... thank you, Papa," she said, her bottom burning as she sat back on her heels. He removed the brush from her hands, and when he reached out to hand it to Molly, Lucy suddenly became conscious of her position and what she knew she was now expected to do. She sobbed harder, her shame consuming her but her fear of a repeat of the horrid spanking forced her to lift her eyes to her husband's.