Lord Edward's Law (Women of Wintercrest) (2 page)

Chapter 1

Edward walked up the stairs and entered the nursery.  He stepped quietly over to the crib and gazed down at his little bride.  She was sound asleep, her thumb tucked into her mouth.  He smiled, knowing he shouldn’t allow her to continue the practice, but finding it so precious and delightful to watch.  He slid his hand up underneath her short nightshirt and began to rub tiny circles against her back.  Louisa began to stir at the contact, but it took several more moments before her eyes fluttered open.  She saw her Papa looking down at her, his face full of love for her.  She was shocked to begin to smile only to discover she had been sucking her thumb -- a horrid habit she had most certainly outgrown. 

Edward saw her shock and grinned
, “I’ll have to buy you a pacifier, Louisa.  I don’t want your thumb to get all red and raw when you need to suckle for comfort.  A red and raw bottom is enough for my little lady.”  Louisa blushed hotly at his words, knowing he was most certainly referring to when she was suckling his cock when making her penance after a punishment.  His grin grew wider and he chuckled, “You look so precious with your mouth wrapped around either your sweet little thumb or my shaft, my dear.  Now, am I going to be able to dress my sweet girl and take her to tea or is that same girl going to find herself on her knees practicing her suckling even more today?”  Louisa’s face couldn’t possibly grow any redder.  She flushed all over as his words rang through her.  He hadn’t raised his voice or hardened his tone.  Indeed, his hand kept its gentle circling on her bare back as he continued to gaze down at her.  She watched as his eyes drifted to her bottom and she couldn’t contain a small whimper.  Edward smiled and when she still didn’t answer, he moved his hand from her back to lie against her upturned bottom.   Louisa shrank against his touch and he simply pressed harder.

“Were you my good little girl during your nap
, Louisa?  Did you do what your Papa told you to do?  Is your nappy nice and wet from going potty like a good little girl?”  Louisa felt shame flood through her.  Her greatest fears had been realized when she had been led to her nursery a few hours earlier by Mrs. Bremmer.  She had balked and then fought being placed on the changing table, remembering all too vividly what had happened after her nap the previous afternoon. 

Mrs. Bremmer had entered the room the day before and began to prepare her instruments while Louisa slowly awakened.  When her eyes finally opened, she saw the housekeeper leaning over her and unbuckling the strap around Louisa’s waist.

“Good afternoon, Louisa.  Did you have a good nap?”  Louisa had flushed hotly, her shame at being seen in a crib bad enough; the fact that she was restrained and naked from the waist down and lying on what her husband called her naughty mat was just so much worse.  The mat was made of scratchy hemp with hundreds of sharp bristles and dozens of hard knots covering its entire surface.  Its purpose was to cause a girl’s naked bottom a great deal of irritation whenever the naughty one sat or was forced to lie upon it.  Louisa had discovered that the mat did its job extremely well when that bare bottom had received a harsh spanking prior to its use.  Her bottom ached at the pricks and bruises her naughty mat had added to her bottom.   Knowing a response was required despite her shame, she had managed to nod her head and answer softly, “Yes, thank…thank you.”  Mrs. Bremmer had grinned and instead of undoing the straps at Louisa’s wrists, had simply turned her over onto her stomach.  She had run her fingers over the ravaged little bottom; it showed every single prick from the punishment mat.  As Louisa shivered under her touch, Anna had worked the pad out from beneath the young woman and Louisa sighed, very grateful to have it gone.  However, her relief hadn’t lasted long.  Anna had stepped away from the crib only long enough to pick up another pad.  When Louisa saw it, she began to cry loudly, her small head arching back as if she were about to be thrashed again. 

Anna simply clucked her tongue,
“Hush now, little one.  You know your Papa wants you to have a nice cleansing.  You know what happens to little girls who tell lies to their Papas.  Now, lift up and let me put your mat down.  No need to ruin your pretty sheets if you have an accident.”  Louisa had continued to sob, even as the woman easily moved her small body until she was able to slip a thick rubber mat underneath her.  Once the mat was secure, Louisa’s knees were guided up to her head and restraints were placed to keep them well apart and secured to the sides of the crib rails.  A small pillow was pushed under her tummy to allow her to bend further forward, her head and shoulders flat against the mattress and her little bottom pointing straight up into the air.  Anna had smiled thinking the little one looked like a small frog getting ready to spring forward.  Satisfied that her young charge would be going nowhere until released from her cleansing, Anna had stepped away from the crib and finished her preparations.  Louisa couldn’t bear to watch, and shut her eyes tightly.  However, she could not close out the sounds of the large enema being prepared.  She heard the water being poured into the pitcher and heard the whisking sound as a great deal of soap was added and mixed into the warm water.  The gurgling sound of the mixture being transferred to the bag seemed to last forever and Louisa shuddered as she thought about where all that water was meant to go.  She felt the housekeeper moving around the crib, as the recently-filled enema bag was then hung from a hook her Papa had installed high on the wall next to her crib.  She heard the lid being removed from the jar of lubricant and the smell of its sharp odor as the long nozzle that was going to be used on her was greased.  Louisa sobbed as she felt the cheeks of her bottom being pulled apart despite her vain attempt to keep her cheeks tightly clenched.  The restraints holding her legs far apart assured that her tiny bottom-hole was unable to hide and the same greasy lubricant was slowly and very deliberately applied to her tightly puckered opening. 

As the tip of the nozzle was pressed against her clenched opening,
she began to cry harder as she felt enormous shame of what was about to happen.  Above the sounds of her sobs she heard the housekeeper speak.  “You lied about feeling ill, little one.  You lied to me about your Papa telling you to stay in his bedchamber and rest.  You lied and we all know what that means now don’t we?”  Louisa sobbed harder, her little bottom trying to twist away as she felt the first tiny bit of the nozzle being pushed into her bum.  She felt it being pushed harder and was soon squealing and then begging for mercy as the woman she had lied to worked the entire length of the long nozzle slowly up into the well-thrashed bottom.  As she assured herself that the nozzle was very well seated and made sure the hose was securely fastened, she reached up to the bag.  “Yes, my dear, we know that naughty little liars need a nice hot, soapy enema in their little bottoms to cleanse them of their lies.”  Louisa heard the horrid click as the valve was opened and the volume of her cries increased as she was relentlessly filled.  Anna moved to sit in the rocking chair and casually picked up the sweater she was knitting.  As she rocked and worked on her yarn, she watched the mistress of the house in her crib, rocking back and forth on her knees as she struggled with the cramps of her large punishment enema. 

Anna had remained knitting quietly
, only occasionally rising to check on how her little charge was progressing.  Once the bag had emptied completely, she removed the tubing from it, leaving the hose dangling from Louisa’s stretched little bottom-hole.  As Louisa struggled and begged to be allowed to release the enema, Anna had simply reached around and massaged the hugely distended belly of her naughty charge.

“
Don’t be a silly girl.  You’ll hold for a good while, Missy.  You told several lies and your Papa wants to make sure all of them are rinsed away.  You need to keep every drop of your medicine in your bottom and give it a chance to do its job.”  Louisa sobbed and continued to beg but a good hour passed before Anna came to release her.  Louisa sobbed out her apology for lying to her and promised she would never ever tell a mistruth again.  Anna chuckled and smiled, knowing little ones always promised impossible things; especially with their little tummies full of good strong medicine and a thick nozzle deep inside their naughty bottoms.  By the time Louisa was allowed to release and had been cleaned and redressed, she was a very compliant young lady.  Edward came into the room towards the end, and dismissed Anna with praise for a job well done.  Louisa burst into tears, and when her husband opened his arms, she flew into them and buried her face into his neck.  Edward rocked her for a while, until she gradually calmed; her submission evident.

“Did you learn a good lesson
, little lady?  Are you going to lie to your Papa or Mrs. Bremmer ever again?”

“No…no
, Papa…never…ever,” she had said, her voice hiccupping with her tears.  Edward kissed her tenderly. “I hope not my precious little one, and I hope your birching tonight will teach you that it just doesn’t pay to be naughty.”  Louisa began to sob again, his words reminding her that despite her caning, despite his spanking before her nap and the awful cleansings of her mouth and bottom, her ordeal was not yet over.  She may have already paid her penance but her bottom still had the most horrid price to pay.  Edward held her close, allowing her to cry and think about her duties.  As she finally quieted and relaxed against him, he looked down to see her thumb once again in her mouth.  He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

It seemed as if she had forgotten the horrible ordeal of yesterday a
s she continued to fight Mrs. Bremmer’s determination to get her up onto the changing table to prepare her for today’s nap.  Louisa was sobbing and kicking her feet towards the housekeeper when the door flew open and her husband strode inside.  Instead of rescuing her from the woman’s clutches, Edward had simply scooped her up into his arms, dropped her onto the table and then taken his wife’s flailing hands in his and held her down as she was diapered for the very first time.  Of course, since she had been such a naughty, disobedient little girl, she had been rolled onto her tummy first and spanked long and hard by the paddle that Mrs. Bremmer handed Edward.  Only after her bottom was blazing and throbbing had she been flipped back over and all that awful heat had been trapped inside several layers of white swaddling.  She had been sobbing with pain and shame when she had been lifted and placed in the crib.  She had been mortified when she was told that she was to use her nappy during her nap like a good little girl.  Mrs. Bremmer had simply stood at the end of the crib, a huge smile on her face while the lady of the manor was being ordered to go potty like a baby.  Edward had given her a kiss on her tearstained cheek and whispered that disobedient dry little girls would soon find themselves wishing they obeyed their Papas.  Regardless of the threat and the fear of what would happen, Louisa had been unable to force herself to obey.  Now, seeing her husband’s smile fade as his fingers pushed inside her nappy, she knew she would soon be on her knees, her bottom aching and her mouth busy suckling while she made her penance. 

Edward sighed heavily and, without a word, flipped his little
girl onto her back.  Louisa was grateful that the housekeeper was not in sight even as Edward unpinned the cloth and pulled the bone dry fabric from beneath his wife’s bottom.

“I see you chose to be a naughty girl,” he said as he dropped the nappy onto the floor and then stripped her of her short nightshirt.  Louisa had no answer.  She had been given an order and had failed to obey it.  She might have been allowed to act as Lady Wintercrest for several weeks
, but it was quickly becoming obvious that was no longer the case.  Edward picked up his naked wife and carried her to the ottoman.  He set her down on her feet.

“L
ie down on your tummy across the ottoman, Louisa.”  She very reluctantly did so as she watched her husband stride to the cabinet, open it and remove the long, thin leather strap.  As he turned back to her and doubled the leather in his hand, she broke.

“Please no
, Papa!  Please don’t strap me!  I’m sorry…I…I just couldn’t do it…please!”

“Oh, you can and, believe me
, Louisa Michelle Wintercrest, you will!  If you need a well- strapped bottom before you obey your Papa, then you shall have one.  Now, up onto your hands and knees, lower your shoulders and cheek to the ottoman and stick that naughty, dry bottom well up.  Ask for your strapping like a good girl.”  Louisa began sobbing even as she forced herself into the position he required.  Once her bottom was high in the air, she felt him place his hand at the small of her back.  “Don’t make me wait, Louisa, as your strapping will be much longer if you do.” 

Sobbing, not truly understanding why this man required this of her, she nevertheless heard herself saying,
“I’m sorry, Papa. I’m…I’m sorry I didn’t…didn’t obey you. Please…please, may I have my strap..strapping?”  Edward smiled and allowed the leather to lie against her upturned bottom.  He saw her flinch but she didn’t dare try to lower herself. 

“If you fail in your
diaper duties again, little lady, it will not be the strap the next time.  I will use the cane against your little bottom, and then you shall learn what penance is required for the use of such a severe instrument.” 

Louisa felt her heart stutter at his calm warning.  She instinctively knew that the penance she normally performed was not t
he one of which he was speaking.  She knew she never wanted to discover what he would expect of her if he ever had cause to give her a caning.  She found herself lifting her bottom even higher and saying, “Yes sir, Papa.  I’m…I’m sorry.” Edward lifted the strap and she shrieked as it connected with her bottom.  The blow almost forced her to flatten against the ottoman but she pushed her bottom back into the air.  The act was repeated again and again until ten welts marked her skin, each slightly below the previous one.  She was twisting and turning, attempting to avoid the blows, but Edward kept his hand at her back, his aim never once off its target.  Two additional strokes were given directly on the most tender area where her bottom met her thighs, and she screamed loudest at these.  She continued to cry and then flushed hotly as she felt his fingers slide between her spread legs.  She knew exactly what he would discover in her secret place.  Her body had betrayed her again, her moisture flooding her sex even as her bottom received stroke after stroke of the strap.  Edward smiled as his fingers became slick with her cream. He chuckled a bit enjoying the look of her body flushing with the rosy color of her embarrassment.  Her little bottom was well striped and hot.  She looked exactly as a very naughty little girl should.  He removed his fingers from her after giving her little nub just the barest flick.  He adored the small but soulful moan his fingers drug from her.  His cock was rock hard in his pants as he placed the strap back into the cabinet.