Edward grinned, pulled her hard against his belly and then filled her with his seed. He lay over her back, his shirt rough against her bare skin as he rested from the ordeal. He felt as if he had emptied every ounce of himself into his wife but, as he lifted himself to pull out of her, he caught sight of her sweet, virgin little bottom-hole and vowed that her lessons would begin soon. He intended to sodomize her often, and the sooner she learned to open herself to him, the sooner he could take his pleasure in that sweet, tightly-puckered forbidden little hole.
Over an hour had passed before Edward led his freshly -shaven, freshly-fucked and freshly-diapered wife back into the library. He nodded to Mrs. Bremmer, who rose and informed him that dinner would soon be served. He settled Louisa into a chair and walked to the corner where Lucille was still standing, nose to wall, dress held up and bottom presented. Though her skin wasn’t as crimson as it had been immediately after her spanking, it was still obvious she had gotten quite a hard lesson. Her bottom was swollen and a few bruises were evident. Edward knew that they were both old and fresh marks; after all, she had gotten her bottom caned, spanked, birched and paddled quite a few times in the last few days. He felt her tremble as she realized he was watching her, but she didn’t dare move.
He found he was proud of her, “That’s a good girl, Lucy. You may remove yourself from the corner and pull up your drawers to cover your naughty spanked bottom.” Lucy’s face was flaming with shame as she quickly pushed away from the corner, pulled up her drawers and adjusted her dress. Her bottom and back ached from having to stand so long in one position. She saw her sister seated in a chair, the same little-girl clothing covering her small frame. Again, she was shocked at how small and youthful Louisa, looked dressed as she was. She briefly wondered if there was a nappy under her dress and, seeing no sign of any type of bloomers, blushed realizing that there quite possibly was. Lucy had no idea what to do or say. However, she quickly remembered one rule.
“I’m sorry , Sir. Thank you for spanking me.”
Edward nodded his approval and said, “Good girl. I’m glad you remembered your manners. Please take a seat on the settee, Lucy. I believe it is time we discuss a few additional things.” Terrified of what she was about to hear, and yet finding herself eager to have this afternoon’s events explained, Lucy stepped to the settee and carefully seated herself upon it. She couldn’t look at her sister, and didn’t want to look at Edward. Instead, she kept her eyes on her feet.
“Look at me when I talk to you , Lucy,” Edward said quietly, as he approached the chair where Louisa sat. Lucy forced herself to look up and her mouth dropped open when Edward bent down, picked up Louisa and then sat in the chair, holding her on his lap as if she were indeed his little girl. She watched as Louisa blushed and buried her face in her husband’s chest. Lucy’s eyes darted to Edward to see him smile. She didn’t know what to say, but saw that Louisa was no longer crying or squirming or seemingly uncomfortable. Instead, though her cheeks were flushed, her twin appeared to be quite content snuggled up on her husband’s lap, his arms wrapped possessively around her.
“Lucy, I owe you an apology,” Edward announced and grinned seeing how the small woman reacted. Her mouth dropped open and though she appeared to be trying to speak, no words issued forth. “Not for anything I have done mind you. Not for birching you last night, paddling you in my study this afternoon or spanking you when I caught you sneaking around this afternoon. No, I owe you an apology for ever allowing you to believe that Wintercrest Manor was a nything but what it truly is.” Lucy was beyond confused. Her bottom had clenched when