Lucy Surrenders (11 page)

"Tha ... thank you," she said, and then groaned and squirmed a bit as her stomach clenched. Anna slid her hand under the girl's body and gently massaged the swollen tummy. Lucy felt immense shame but also relief as the woman's fingers seemed to work their magic, allowing the rest of the bag's contents to make their way deep inside Lucy's slender body. Anna watched as the last of the liquid left the tube and then removed her hand. She shut off the valve and stepped from the bed.

"May ... may I ... I ... go to the water ... closet?" Lucy panted, her stomach rebelling at its unwanted contents. Anna smiled and shook her head.

"Goodness, no, Lucy," she said as if amused at the question. "You've only now accepted the entire bag. You'll need to hold it for quite some time so that it might do its job in reminding you that you'd be better off remembering not to use filthy language." Lucy shuddered, her entire body seeming to contract at the discomfort.

"How ... how ... long?" she whispered, her hands shaking as they clung to her elbows at the small of her back.

"How long what, my dear?" Anna asked as she settled herself back in her chair. Lucy moaned again.

"How ... when may I ... may I...""Expel?" Anna asked, knowing the humiliation of every moment helped to increase the lesson.

"Ye ... yes, when may I ... I expel?" Lucy asked, her need exceeding her embarrassment.

"Expel what?" Anna prompted, not willing to spare the girl an inch of shame. "You must accept what is happening and voice your acceptance, little one." Lucy nodded, exhaustion clear on her face as it tightened with another awful cramp.

"When may I expel my en ... enema, Ma'am?" she said bravely, her teeth biting her bottom lip, her bottom clenched around the tubing protruding from her small bottom-hole.

Anna made a show of looking at the clock on the wall. "You will hold your punishment enema for another fifteen minutes, Lucille," she announced. Lucy shuddered from the top of her head to the tips of her toes but nodded her acceptance.

"Yes, Ma'am," Lucy whispered, and Anna felt respect grow for the young woman who had taken the difficult punishment with only the briefest of spankings and minimum of fuss. When Anna stood again, Lucy had her eyes closed, her breath coming in short pants as she coped with her punishment. She only moaned when she felt Anna's hand on her bottom, drawing its globes
apart. “Tell me, Lucille," she asked, "why are you in this position, and what punishment did you require?" Lucy trembled all over but managed to answer.

"I said filthy words and was disrespectful to my family. I ... disobeyed my ... my ... Papa when he warned me not to curse again. I ... I was naughty and earned a ... an enema as pun ... punishment to ... to cleanse me. I'm so sorry ... please ... please may I expel my ... my medicine?" She begged, her body cramping almost constantly. Anna removed the bag from its hook and draped the long coil over her arm. She reached out and gently patted Lucy's hands.

"Come child," Anna said softly, using her free hand to help Lucy roll off the pillow and off the bed as the girl continued to moan, her hands going to cup her swollen stomach. Lucy prayed hard the entire time as she waddled from the room, only stopping when she was positioned over a large pail that must have held the water brought up from the kitchen for her enema. Her face burned as she was bent forward, her bottom cheeks spread so that Mrs. Bremmer could gently ease the nozzle from her bottom. Lucy cried out as she immediately settled onto the pail, her hands around her knees as she bent forward with the shame of it all. Anna ignored her young charge as she rinsed out the enema bag with water from Lucy's pitcher and then used it to fill the bag again. Lucy looked up when the woman was leaving the room, the bag again looking full.

She began to cry as she understood her punishment was not yet done. By the time she was once again over the pillow, all naughtiness had fled from her. She was a very contrite little one, her face red from her shame and streaked with her tears. Anna explained that another enema was necessary, unless she wished to continue to feel her insides burning. Though Lucy understood that this second enema was not meant as punishment, the shame of having to accept it remained. She was placed back on the pail and watched as the bag was shaken to release any
leftover water, the nozzle thoroughly washed with soap and water. Lucy had never been more grateful when Anna left the room with the deflated bag and promised herself she would never give her husband cause to repeat the awful, humiliating and painful punishment.

Anna returned to quickly give Lucy a thorough, embarrassing washing and then dried her with a thick towel.

"You did well, Lucille," Anna said as she led the girl from the room. Lucy felt an unexpected rush of pleasure at the words.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bremmer," she said softly, discovering she was truly exhausted. If she had raised her eyes from her feet, she would have seen Lucas standing at the side of the bed. Instead, she only became aware of his presence when he spoke.

"Thank you, Anna. I shall take care of our little one from here," he said softly, his heart pounding at the sight of his bride totally nude for the first time. Lucy's eyes flew to his, her face instantly suffusing with color as her free hand moved in an attempt to cover her nakedness. Anna simply shook her head in amusement.

"Yes, Sir," she said as she released Lucy's hand. "She did well, Sir. Only earned a quick tawsing and I'm sure she has learned the evils of cursing." Lucas nodded, no doubt agreeing that the lesson was not one to fade from his wife's memory soon. Anna left the room, and only when Lucas stepped away from the bed did Lucy see that the covers had been laid back as if to welcome her between them. Her eyes widened as she saw the awful red mat had been moved to lie on top of the sheet though the pillow had been removed. She also saw something white on top of the mat. Understanding flooded through her, and she stepped away.

"No, please ... please don't ... don't dia ... diaper me. Please, Lucas, please," she said, her hand moving from attempting to cover her breast to cover her mouth. Lucas was quickly in front of her, his arms drawing her into his embrace. Lucy remained stiff for only an instant before collapsing into him, her sobs filling the room as she took another step into submission.

"Shhhh, shhhh, Kitten," Lucas said softly, his head resting on top of hers. She continued to sob and didn't struggle as he scooped her into his arms. He walked to the wide window seat and sat, adjusting her on his lap, one arm holding her against his chest, his hand cupping her bottom while the other began to stroke her arm. He allowed her to cry herself out, knowing she was exhausted both physically as well as emotionally. The day had held so much and yet was barely half done. She had awakened a newly betrothed young woman and was now sitting nude on the lap of her new husband, her bottom both paddled and cleansed, a nappy waiting on her bed. He understood her mind was overwhelmed with all these events but also knew he would not hesitate to continue her lessons. Several minutes passed before he felt her begin to calm. He waited until he heard only the occasional sniffle.

"Kitten, you will always be diapered when you nap. The rubber mat is only for today in case you have yet to expel all of your enema," he said, and heard her moan. She squirmed against him, her shame intense at hearing him speak of such an awful, intimate thing. He didn't allow her to hide. "You earned your punishment enema, Lucille, and if you choose to forget you are a lady again and curse, your bottom will hold another. Do you understand me, Kitten?" She buried her face in his chest, but he still felt a small nod. "You are required to answer me, sweetie," he said. "I don't want to have to read your mind or guess at your answer. Tell me, do you understand that punishment enemas will be used regularly if I decide they are needed?"

"Ye ... yes, Sir," she whispered, her bottom clenching and then clenching even tighter when she realized his hand was cupping her naked rear.

"Good girl," he said and brushed a kiss against the top of her head. "You will have your own nursery at Hunter's Ridge," he continued, and her heart pounded. "You will sleep in your own crib and wear a nappy." She shuddered at the thought and memory of seeing her own twin wearing a nappy and knew she should have expected the same. Lucas adjusted her slightly on his lap and forced her chin up so that she was made to meet his eyes. "You will also use your nappy, young lady. If you are naughty and disobey me in this, you, young lady, will wear nothing but a nappy until you learn to obey your Papa. Is that absolutely clear?" Lucy wanted to shut her eyes, but his gaze held hers. She slowly nodded and when she saw his eyebrow quirk up, she remembered his earlier words.

"Ye ... yes, Sir," she managed. Lucas nodded and bent to brush his lips across hers. She instantly felt her body respond, as her nipples puckered tightly, her sex moistening from just the barest touch of his lips against hers. She was unaware of the small moan he heard and the instant thickening of his cock beneath her bottom. Lucas pressed his lips to hers more firmly, demanding entrance as his tongue explored her mouth. Lucy's arm lifted to wrap around his neck, her body straining against him, her blood racing through her body. She moaned again and
then whimpered when he released her. Lucas stood, though his legs felt a bit unsteady from his arousal. He knew he had every right to take her immediately, to claim her as his own. However, he wished to make her his in a proper marriage bed, one without a rubber mat and a nappy ready for her use. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down on the mat. She shuddered again at the chill of the rubber and closed her eyes when she saw him reach for the nappy.

"Lift up your bottom, Kitten," Lucas instructed, and she slowly obeyed. He slipped the nappy beneath her. "Spread your legs for me," he said and watched as her legs shifted slightly apart. He smiled and used his own hands to push them further apart until she was spread beneath him. His breath again caught at the sight of her blond curls, noticing they were damp. He ran a finger down her sex and then slipped the tip just inside her pussy. Lucy moaned, her eyes opening to find him looking directly into her own. "I will also teach you much pleasure, Kitten," he said as his finger moved in and out of her just the tiniest bit. Her breath caught as her heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest. "There is so much for you to learn, my love." She nodded, unable to speak but desperate to ask for him to begin her lesson now. He smiled and removed his finger only to pull the nappy up between her damp thighs. She flushed but said nothing as he secured it with pins. He pulled her to a sitting position in order to draw a small nightgown over her head. Once dressed, he allowed her to lie back and pulled the covers up over her small body. She was trembling, not with cold but with the need for something she wanted to discover.

Lucas bent to kiss her again, though only on her cheek. He ran a finger down her cheek.

"Sleep well, Kitten," he said, his voice husky with his own need. She nodded, turning on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she looked at him. He picked up her doll from the shelf and held it out to her. She blushed but reached out and accepted it. He watched as she tucked the doll into her arms.

"I love you, Kitten," he said as he bent down to press his lips to her forehead. He stood to leave and then froze as she began to sob. Startled, he knelt at the side of the bed, his hand reaching to cup her cheek.

"Lucy, shhh, what is it? Why are you crying?" he asked, totally unprepared for the sounds of her obvious distress. She continued to sob even as he realized she was also attempting to speak.

"How ... how ... why..." she stuttered, her words interrupted by wracking sobs. Lucas stood, pulling back the covers and once more scooping her into his arms. He lifted her and then settled himself on the bed, cradling her in his arms once more. She clung to him, her face buried against his neck as her body shuddered with her tears.

"Lucy, honey, shhh, you are safe. I have you, you have nothing to fear," he said, softly stroking her arm, her back, her cheek in an effort to calm her. Lucy's heart ached as she sobbed, knowing he must be disappointed in her, though his words were kind.

"How ... how can you lo ... love me when ... when I'm so ... so bad?" she finally managed to say. Lucas was dumbfounded at the question. Didn't she know she fulfilled him in all ways? How could she not realize he loved her with every fiber of his being?

"Kitten," he said, as he held her even tighter. "You are not bad, sweetheart. You are my good girl, and I will always love you." He was surprised when she began to cry even harder.

"But ... but you ... you had to sp ... spank me, and ... and," she attempted, gulping as she tried to breathe, talk and sob at the same time. Lucas shushed her again, his hand never stopping its gentle stroking of her trembling body.

"Lucy," he said softly. "Little one, I will always love you even if I have to spank you every single day. I spanked you because I love you. You were given a cleansing because I don't wish the one I love to speak like a sailor." She shook her head against his neck, and he sighed. He didn't speak until finally she began to calm. When he realized she was no longer gasping for breath, he shifted slightly so that he could look down into her face. She looked so pitiful, so sorrowful and so very, very sad.

"Oh, Kitten," he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I promise I have loved you from the moment I saw you, and I promise I will love you for the rest of my life. Why would you think I couldn't or wouldn't love you?" She shook her head again but began to feel hope flood through her.