Lucy Surrenders (18 page)

Lucas saw her shame, fear and also submission in her face. Before she could open her mouth, he pressed one finger against her lips. "If you'll excuse us, Molly," he said, and watched as relief flooded Lucy's face. "Return in an hour, some tea and toast if you please."

"Certainly, Sir," Molly said and left the room, laying the brush quietly on the small table beside his chair. Once the door had closed, Lucas removed his finger and gave her a small nod. Lucy took a breath, attempting to calm herself. "I'm ... I'm sorry I was naughty, Papa," she began and saw his nod. "May ... may I make my ... my penance?"

Lucas reached out to stroke her cheek, its surface wet from her copious tears. "Yes, Lucy, you may," he answered. Her hands were shaking, and it took several moments before she was holding his cock in her hands, its length increasing as it was freed. She put her hands on the base of his shaft, only to have him add an additional instruction. "One hand on the base to stroke the shaft," he said quietly watching until she obeyed. "Place your other around my balls and cup them gently as you take me into your mouth." Lucy's face flushed beautifully as she obeyed, her mouth parting in surprise at the heaviness of his balls as they filled her palm. Lucas' cock jerked a bit at the contact. He was about to instruct her to begin, when he saw her lower her head, her lips parting wider. He barely managed to stifle his groan as she took him into her mouth. He felt her tongue reach out to touch his skin, her lips closing around the head of his cock. When she didn't move, he placed a hand at the back of her head.

"Keep your eyes up to mine," he said, applying a bit a pressure against her head. "Move your mouth up and down my shaft, using your tongue the entire time. As you move your head back, you are to suckle the crown of my cock and use your hand to stroke and pump the shaft." Her eyes lifted, both wide, as he began to gently guide her. She lowered her head a bit further and then a bit more as he pushed her head. When she felt the tip of his cock at the back of her throat, she tried to pull away.

"No, Lucille," he said sternly. "You will learn to take all of me into your mouth and throat." Her eyes showed her disbelief, tears gathering as he kept her down, his cock nudging her throat. "It will take considerable practice, but, little one, I promise you will learn." She felt him release her head and knew he was testing her to see if she was willing to learn to obey or would choose to be naughty. She nodded as best she could and began to learn how to please him with her mouth. Lucas continued to give her soft orders to hold his cock head tighter in her lips, use her tongue to swirl across the tip as she accepted the drops of his pre-come, use her hand to wrap tighter and pump faster as her head bobbed up and down. When he felt his cumulative approaching, he replaced his hand at her head, knowing she was soon to be shocked and most likely frightened.

"Lucy," he said maintaining control, "I am going to spend soon. My seed will come in spurts and most likely fill your mouth. You are not to release me until you have swallowed all I give you. No matter how uncomfortable you feel, do not be frightened, for it shall not cause you harm." He paused as her lips tightened, her tongue dipping once more into his tiny slit. He knew he would explode within moments. "You will feel my balls contract in your hand," he said, hoarsely. "When they do, squeeze them very gently and keep releasing and squeezing until you have accepted every drop of my tribute." She moaned, feeling his balls beginning to tighten. She closed her hand more firmly around them and heard his deep moan. Despite his words, his attempt to warn her, when he exploded into her mouth, the first jet of hot, salty semen hitting the back of her throat, she panicked. She attempted to pull away as another jet added to the volume in her mouth. Her hands dropped from his cock, pushing against his thighs in an effort to escape. Lucas kept her firmly in place, both hands now cupping her head gently but firmly.

"No!" he said as he continued to erupt. He knew she was unaware that, if he had not spilled himself into her so many times within the past few hours, the amount of semen filling her mouth would be far more difficult to accept. "You will take every drop," he said. "Swallow my essence, Lucille; take me into your body and make your penance. You can do this, Kitten." Her eyes watered, her chest heaved with the effort to gain enough breath, but his encouragement and use of his special name for her allowed her to relax enough to swallow again and again as she attempted to clear her mouth of his seed. Lucas allowed her to close her eyes, knowing she would eventually learn to keep them focused on his as she performed this intensely submissive and intimate act. He watched as she gradually relaxed, her hands no longer pushing against him but rather lying on his thighs, her body no longer straining to escape. She swallowed repeatedly until she felt she had indeed accepted his tribute completely. Lucas moaned at the tremendous pleasure he had felt in both the act and the fact that his naughty little one had successfully proven her contrition.

"That's my very, very good girl," he said as his fingers moved to caress her cheek. "You may release me when you are sure you have accepted it all and my cock is clean." She blushed hotly but immediately began to lave his cock with her tongue as if to be certain she would not give him cause to be disappointed. She finally opened her mouth and allowed him to slip free. She blushed when his cock, now semi-flaccid, fell to hang between his legs, his nest of pubic hair helping to conceal what she now knew was capable of being both extremely hard as well as extremely soft.

"Tuck me away," he said gently and watched as she very carefully did so. When he was buttoned, he bent forward and kissed her forehead. "You made a wonderful penance, little one. Go to the corner, where you shall think about your naughtiness and decide if you wish to accept your hot bottom as a reminder to behave, or if you shall continue to forget my rules, only to have a fresh layer of swats applied to your beautiful little rump," Lucas said as he helped her to stand. Her face was scarlet as she turned towards the corner on the other side of the room. She slowly walked to it, again conscious of her total nudity when she reached the corner and realized that she had nothing to hold in her hands, no need to keep clothing off her paddled bottom.

"When you are nude in the corner," Lucas said, calmly adoring the color he saw rising over the surface of her skin, "You shall put your arms behind your back, cup your elbows and remember to bend forward, your spanked bottom well-out, so it is easily seen. You will display your bottom or whatever part of you I've had cause to punish until you are released."

"Yes, Papa," she whispered, and was soon in the very position he described. Lucas was proud of her as she stood, nose tight to the wall, legs spread wide, her bottom pushed up and out so that anyone seeing would know she had been naughty and gotten her little bottom properly and harshly punished.

Lucy was still standing in the corner when Molly returned with the requested items. She poured a cup of tea for Lucas, and the two spoke quietly for a few minutes. Lucy strained to hear them, but their voices were too low. She heard the door open and close again, but it was still another several minutes before Lucas spoke.

"You may come out of your naughty corner," he said, knowing his words would both cause her to feel embarrassed as well as reinforce the fact that she had indeed been naughty. Lucy turned and suddenly felt extremely shy. Her day had started out with this man making love to her and had turned into a humiliating experience in the bath, an aching bottom, and an embarrassing and frightening lesson in what true penance would mean for the rest of her life. Knowing his bride was embarrassed as well as confused with all that had happened since their marriage, Lucas walked to within a few feet of the corner and opened his arms. Lucy suddenly flung herself into them, her arms wrapping around his neck as he easily lifted and carried her to the chair. He cradled her on his lap and wasn't surprised when she began to cry. The tears were not those of pain like those when she was being thrashed; these were tears releasing tension and embarrassment. He allowed her to cry as he held her close. When she began to calm, he bent to kiss her and was happy when she eagerly returned his kiss, her hands clasping his neck.

"You are forgiven, Kitten," he said softly.

She managed a small, quivering smile as her heart eased, though her bottom still ached where it was pressed against his hard thighs. "I'm really sorry, Papa," she whispered. "I ... I didn't mean to ... to be naughty so ... so soon." Lucas chuckled, wondering if she realized what she had said, somehow doubting that she had just admitted that she might often be his naughty little one.

"You are a very lucky little girl, Kitten," he said and smiled when her eyes met his. "You have a Papa that loves you very much and promises to always be there to tend to your bottom when you are naughty." He adored the look in her eyes and bent towards her until his lips brushed hers. "And promises to make sure you remember how very much you are loved." He sealed her small gasp of pleasure with his own lips and then stood, tea forgotten as he took her to the freshly made bed, anxious to prove his statement.

The newlywed couple didn't leave their bedchamber for three days. Trays had been prepared and brought whenever Lucas pulled the bell cord and gave his requests to Molly. Lucas kept Lucy nude, tucked either in his bed or on his lap as he fed her small bites of food or lifted her glass so that she could sip her milk. She gradually grew more comfortable being nude when she realized that Molly was the only person to enter their room. She had not been naughty again, the spanking forgotten as the final welts disappeared from her bottom.

She had sat up and squealed with delight on the second day when Molly entered with a basket that contained a mewing ball of fluff. Lucas smiled as his own Kitten drew Cleo to her chest and began stroking her lovingly. Her eyes were bright, and she laughed when the small cat began to bat at the charm dangling between Lucy's breasts. Molly left and then returned with a tray that held their luncheon. Lucy sat on her husband's lap as he fed her, Cleo playing on the wide, soft bed. When the meal was finished, Lucas placed his bride on the bed and removed his own clothing. Lucy obediently put her arms above her head when he joined her on the bed. Lucas bent to kiss her lips and her breasts. He had just drawn a nipple into his mouth when suddenly he reared back with a sharp cry of pain. Lucy bolted up, her heart pounding.

"Hell," he uttered as he looked behind him to find Lucy's kitten clinging to his naked buttocks, her tiny claws deeply imbedded with her own fright. Lucy moved to his side and gently persuaded the cat to release its death grip on her husband. She placed the kitten on the far side of the bed before beginning to giggle uncontrollably as Lucas rubbed at the small scratches the cat's razor claws had caused to mark his bottom. Lucas looked at her in surprise and then growled deep in his chest. Lucy squealed as he dragged her to him, easily pressing her beneath him once more. Lucy was still giggling when Lucas climbed from the bed and shrugged into his dressing gown before pulling the bell cord. By the time Molly arrived, he had Cleo back in her basket and passed her to the servant. Molly said nothing but smiled, hearing the sounds of Lucy's laughter. After he made love to her, Lucy was resting against his chest, her fingers running through the soft hairs. She remembered her laughter and lifted her head.

"Papa?" she said tentatively and watched as Lucas slowly opened his eyes.

"Yes, Kitten?" he asked seeing the concern on her face.

"I ... I wasn't making fun when Cleo hurt your ... your..." she blushed and looked away from his face.

"My bottom?" he offered, with a chuckle. She nodded, barely able to suppress another giggle. Lucas smiled, loving the sound. "Don't worry, little one," Lucas said as she pressed her head back to his chest. "Just know that one Kitten in my bed is all that I desire." Lucy giggled again as they drifted into sleep.

During their confinement in the chamber, Lucas made love to her so many times that she had lost count, her own cries of intense pleasure truly echoing about the halls. Louisa had even smiled when she heard them one evening, cradled in her own husband's arms after he had made love to her as well.

On the morning of the fourth day, Molly appeared with fresh clothing, and though Lucy didn't like that she was being once more dressed far beneath her age, she didn't fight or question the servant. After her hair had been brushed and a large bow added to the back of her head,
Lucas took her hand and led her from the room. He saw her blushing as they descended the stairs and could practically read her mind.

"I love you, Kitten," he reassured her as he led her into the dining room. Lucy found her eyes drift to her sister who gave her a beautiful smile.

"Good morning, Lucy," Louisa said, and was pleased to see Lucy smile in return.

"Sleep well?" Edward asked, causing her face to color even more hotly.

Lucas shot Edward a look that caused the man to chuckle. Lucas had to smile as well. "Yes, thank you," Lucas answered for the both of them.

Lucy gradually relaxed and discovered that, though she had enjoyed being held and fed, she was so ravenous that she was soon forking food into her mouth as quickly as she could swallow.

"Lucy, slow down," Lucas admonished, with a grin. "No one is going to remove your plate until you have eaten your fill." She blushed again but remembered her table manners, eating much more slowly.

After the dishes had been cleared, the four retired to the library. Edward pulled Louisa down onto his lap, and Lucy wasn't surprised when she was lifted and settled upon her husband's. She was already growing accustomed to his holding her and relaxed into him, her cheek pressed to his chest.