Lucy Surrenders (8 page)

"Because you let me go," she said, so softly he wasn't sure he heard her correctly.

"Let you go?" he asked.  She glanced at him and saw the confusion in his eyes.

"I mean, you were willing to let me choose another.  You ... you were going to walk away if I chose Charles.  I tried to love him because I knew ... knew it would be the easier path."  She paused, and Lucas didn't push her.  "I ... I loved you from the moment you plucked me off that ladder.  I didn't want to love you.  You frightened me.  I ... I knew what sort of man you were, what ... what you'd demand of your wife.  I knew you wanted me to be more than ... than a wife.  I ... I didn't think I could be what you desired.  When ... when you began to step away, I knew you really loved me.  You ... you truly wanted me to be happy even if that meant you wouldn't be.  I ... I couldn't deny my heart.  I love you so very much."

Lucas was incredibly touched by her words.  "Stepping away was the hardest thing I have ever done," he admitted.  "I loved you the moment I saw you dangling from the ladder.  It killed me every time I saw you with Charles.  I prayed for you to come to realize that you were made to be mine.  I knew that you were aware of the kind of life I live and were confused and frightened.  I knew you were the only woman I wished to wed.  The only one I wished to teach to be both my wife and my own special little one.  I also knew I wouldn't force you to choose me."  He paused as he felt her hands tremble in his.  "You needed to look deep inside your heart and make your own decision, knowing that you were choosing the more difficult path.  Loving me won't always be easy, Kitten; this life will demand a great deal from you.  I will never hesitate to redden your bottom when I feel you need it," he said, and felt her shudder.  He smiled and knew she was thinking of the spanking she still had coming.  "I will also never hesitate to remind you how much I love you, Lucy, and will every moment for the rest of my life."

His hand released one of hers and reached to take hold of the charm.  "Did you read the inscription?" he asked, turning the charm around to look at the back.  Lucy shook her head and dropped her eyes to his hand.  "It says, 'My heart, my life, my love'," he read, tracing the tiny engraved words with his fingertip.  He released the charm and let it fall to nestle between her breasts.  Lucy heard the truth of his words and felt the remains of any uneasiness slip from her.  She might not know what to expect every moment, but she knew she would never leave his side.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.  She nodded, her bottom clenching as her eyes drifted to the open doors of the cabinet.

"Ye ... yes, Sir," she said.  Lucas nodded and waited until her eyes returned to his.

"Make your confession," Lucas ordered.

"I'm sorry I threw a tantrum, Lucas," she began, her voice soft, and yet she didn't hesitate to make her confession.  "I admit I was testing you to see if you would change your mind about my clothing.  It was so wrong to try to manipulate you and to say all those awful things.  I'm sorry I cursed.  I am so sorry for everything."  Lucas was extremely pleased with her confession as it covered every item of her disobedience.  He gave her hands a squeeze.

"That's my good girl," he said.  "Confessing your naughtiness can be difficult, but Kitten, I am proud of you."  Lucy found herself smiling at his words, knowing she would have been unable to make such a full confession this morning.  Forced to think about her misbehavior for several hours allowed her to truly examine her actions and fully confess them.  Lucas nodded again and then released her hands only to turn her until her back was to him.  Lucy took in a deep breath and held it as she felt him begin to lift her skirts and petticoats.  Her eyes closed as her face flushed.  She remained still as he carefully tucked the fabric into the waistband of her pinafore, anchoring it up and off her bottom.  She was aware of the weight of her dress in the front as the weight was lifted off her bottom.  Her insides churned, knowing her bottom was now exposed, though still covered.  She expected him to untie her drawers, but Lucas surprised her by turning her to face him again.  She kept her eyes lowered, her shame blooming through her until she felt exactly like a naughty little girl.

"This is your first lesson in how you are to conduct yourself when you are being punished, Lucy," Lucas said quietly.  He could see her trembling but knew it was important that she acknowledge his every word.  "Look at me," he ordered.  It took a few moments, but she finally lifted her eyes to meet his.  Hers instantly filled with tears at the look of love she saw in his eyes.  "You will always make a confession, and I shall either prepare you for your spanking or instruct you to prepare yourself," he said and watched as she swallowed hard.  "I believe that having to bare your own bottom allows you to remember your vow of submission to my discipline," he continued, and watched as her eyes attempted to slip from his in her embarrassment.  He released one of her hands to lift his own to her face, turning her face back to his.

"No, Lucy," he said shaking his head.  "You are to look at me while you are either being prepared or preparing yourself.  I will not allow you to hide from what is happening.  Keep your eyes on mine.  Do you understand?"  She gave a small whimper but managed to nod.  "Answer me, Kitten," he instructed.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her trembling becoming more noticeable.  He nodded.

"Keep your eyes on me as you untie your drawers," he said, steeling himself against the tears he saw beginning to fill her beautiful violet eyes.  He released her hand and watched as she slowly moved her hands up underneath her dress and knew her fingers were fumbling with the ribbon at her waist.  He knew the instant the tie released by the look in her eyes before she closed them.

"Eyes on mine," he barked and hers flew open.  "Let your drawers fall," he said and watched as the soft fabric was released and fell into a puddle at her feet.  She had a brief thought of Edward's assurance that Lucas would allow her to maintain as much modesty as possible but understood that was before she wed.

"Lift your dress and hold it at your waist," she heard.  She whimpered but obeyed, slowly drawing her clothing up to her waist until she knew she was bare to him.  She could feel her entire body heat as his eyes left hers to look at her intimately for the first time.  She kept her eyes on the spot they had been before he dropped his gaze.  Time seemed suspended as Lucas took his time, his heart pounding as he drank in the sight before him.  Her legs were trembling, her slender thighs pale above the yellow ribbons that held her stockings.  He felt his sex stir and closed his own eyes for a moment, forcing himself to remember his duty.  He reached down and gently lifted her feet one at a time until she had stepped from her drawers.  He picked them up and laid them on the settee beside him.  He allowed his eyes to gaze at the soft blonde curls at the apex of her thighs.

"Open your legs," he said, his voice low and husky.  Lucy felt her stomach flip over and her temperature rise at his order.  She didn't want to obey him; her heart slammed in her chest, knowing he would discover that she was wet between her legs.  She didn't truly understand her body's reaction but had found that she grew wet whenever he touched her or kissed her deeply.  She jerked a bit as she felt his hand on her thigh, but didn't resist as he gently guided her legs apart.  Lucas saw the evidence of her arousal immediately and again felt his cock lengthen and press against the confines of his trousers.  He didn't speak as he very gently ran a finger between
her legs, barely touching the surface of her skin.  Lucy moaned, his touch igniting something deep inside her.  Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned again when his finger left her most private spot.  Lucas took a deep breath and lifted his head again.  He saw her eyes closed and smiled before speaking.

"Eyes," he said, and she reluctantly opened hers again.  "That's my girl," Lucas said, and she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms and beg him to touch her again.

"Go to the cabinet and bring me a paddle," he instructed, and with a jolt Lucy realized he would be touching her but not in the way she desired.  She gave a soft sob as she stumbled to the cabinet.  Her eyes widened as she saw all that he could have requested.  There were several straps as well as many canes.  Lying on a shelf was a large variety of paddles, each a different shape and weight.  She saw some had holes drilled into them and knew those would blister a bottom with relative ease.  She had no idea which he required, her hand hovering over each as she used her other hand to keep her clothing at her waist.

"Choose one that you feel will teach you a proper lesson," Lucas' voice came to her, and her hand settled on a long, slender paddle.  She picked it up and returned to stand in front of her husband.  She remembered to meet his eyes as she offered the paddle to him.  Lucas nodded and took it from her.  He lifted it to her face.

"You are to kiss any implement that is to be used on you," he said, and saw her flush but bend forward just a bit to press her lips against the wood.  "You will also kiss the implement and thank me for teaching the lesson when it is over," Lucas instructed.  She nodded in acceptance, though she had never done so before.  Lucas nodded again and without another word, guided her down until she was straddling his lap.  She blushed bright red, her bare bottom pressing against the support of his rock-hard thighs.  She gasped as she felt him begin to spread his legs apart, which caused her own legs to spread.  She felt the air as it flowed against her exposed sex and moaned deeply with the shame of her position.  Lucas gently used one arm to pull her down until her torso was lying on the settee, one arm free, the other trapped at his side.  She buried her face in the cushion on the settee as she felt him spread his legs further.  He adjusted her body until her bottom was directly centered between his spread legs, her feet struggling to find the support of the floor.  She had never been so positioned and squirmed, feeling both supported by the hard strength of his thighs under her stomach as well as extremely aware that nothing truly supported her bare bottom as it hung between his open legs.  Her face flamed at the realization that he had a perfect view of her bottom.

"Give me your hands," Lucas ordered, and Lucy obeyed, though doing so made her feel even more uncomfortable.  He easily held both her wrists in one of his hands and kept them pinned at the small of her back.  "Up on your toes, lift your bottom," Lucas ordered, and she began to cry.  Lucas ignored her tears, knowing this was difficult for her but also knowing she would do as she was told.  He felt her attempting to obey and realized her petite size made it impossible.  He easily moved forward until his hips were on the edge of the settee so that she could properly position her feet.  He saw her tilt her bottom up and could easily see all she wanted desperately to hide.  "You will always be well-open for punishment, Lucille," he said, knowing his words would paint a picture in her mind that would cause her to feel her position all that much more.  "Your misbehavior wasn't hidden this morning, and you will not be allowed to hide yourself from me when I punish you for that naughtiness."  Her sobs grew louder as she tried to block the image she must be presenting from her mind.  Lucas placed the paddle against her pale heart-shaped bottom and then lifted it.  Lucy felt her heart stop and then stutter as Lucas began to spank her.  His strokes were instantly hard and fast.  He didn't believe that punishment
should be gentle.  His belief was that it was to be exactly that, punishment.  Lucy was soon wailing and attempting to get her hands free of his grip.

"Please!" she screeched as the paddle smacked into her again and again and again.  Each smack sounded loudly in the room, each stroke immediately causing a deeper burn on her bottom.  "I'm sorry ... please ... please, Lucas, please stop!"  She continued to beg and plead, and Lucas continued to ignore her.  He covered every inch of her bottom and then brought the paddle down hard against the pale skin of her upper thigh.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screeched, her legs now churning as this new assault brought another layer of pain.  "Please ... oh ... please...." she begged, even as she heard his command.

"Lift your bottom," Lucas said as he continued to pepper the back of her thigh.  "Up on your toes
, Lucille."  Lucy fought to accept her spanking, but it hurt so badly that she continued to attempt to get away.  Lucas easily forced her legs apart by moving his own, his feet forcing her own apart to widen her stance.  "I'll repeat this spanking before dinner, after dinner and before bed if you do not keep your feet down and your naughty bottom high, little one," Lucas said, his tone warning her of his sincerity.  She sobbed and pleaded again as he moved the paddle to her other thigh.

"It hurts!" she wailed, her bottom burning, her entire body aching from her struggles to maintain the awkward, humiliating position he had forced her into.  "Please ... please, no
more....  I'll be goo ... good ... I ... I promise!"

"Obey me, Lucille," Lucas said, and lifted the paddle when he felt her submit.  He waited as she settled onto her toes and watched as her now very red bottom lifted to his attention.  "Good girl," he said simply and began the entire cycle again.  Lucy continued to sob and beg but no longer fought him.  Her bottom burned hotter than it ever had before as the thin paddle landed another blow.  Its very thinness and flexibility made it snap and crack again and again against the soft skin of her bottom.  Lucas paddled each thigh again, and then smacked the paddle into the extremely sensitive area where her bottom met her thighs.  She sobbed and struggled to breathe as her paddling continued.  She thought she would surely die when the paddle slapped against her inner thigh and then the other.  Her back arched, and her head was thrown back as she wailed in agony at the fire the paddle produced.  When it was finally done, Lucy had no true knowledge that her first spanking from her husband was over.