before you begin your studies again tomorrow. Come kiss me goodnight and have sweet dreams.” Louisa watched in amazement as her stubborn sister walked to Edward, placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Sir.” Without looking at her sister, Lucy said, “Good night, Louisa; I hope you sleep well.” Louisa felt her eyes fill at the loss of her sister’s gaze, but managed to wish her a good night. She watched as Lucy walked very slowly from the room and knew her entire body was aching. Lucy wasn’t surprised to see Molly in her room, obviously having been sent there by Mrs. Bremmer. The girls didn’t speak as Molly undressed her charge. She had thought her bottom horrid the day before, but its condition this evening caused her to suck in her breath. She helped Lucy into her nightgown and neither spoke of the fact that no bloomers had been slipped on beneath the gown. Molly turned back the spread and sheets of the bed and heard Lucy moan as she crawled up onto it. She immediately turned onto her stomach, her bottom throbbing. Molly gently drew the covers up , but when Lucy moaned, she removed all but the thinnest sheet.
“Sleep well, Miss Lucy.” Lucy didn’t answer, she just began to cry softly as her maid blew out the lamp and left the room after hanging the discarded clothing in the wardrobe. Molly’s heart ached for the poor girl. She, herself, had been strapped quite often but, his Lord obviously intended his ward to be strapped within an inch of stripping the skin off her bottom. She shuddered as she walked down the hall and was startled to see Mrs. Bremmer coming towards her. She curtsied at the older woman and didn’t speak. Mrs. Bremmer nodded and then continued down the hall and opened Lucy’s door. Molly shuddered again hoping the poor girl would be spared more pain, but knew that anything was possible where the housekeeper was concerned.
Lucy heard her door open, but didn’t move. She was exhausted and just wanted to fall into oblivion. She had so much to think about, so much to consider, so many questions she wondered if she would ever be able to answer. She heard someone come towards the bed and she felt the sheet being drawn back. She finally turned her head and saw Mrs. Bremmer’s outline in the faint light from the lamp in the hall. She whimpered as she felt her gown being drawn up to expose her bottom.
“Shhhh, little one. Just be still; I’m going to put some salve on your poor bottom to help the swelling.” Lucy’s face burned and her eyes clenched shut as she felt a glob of something being applied to her bottom. She clenched her bottom tight, expecting pain, but was soon moaning as immediate relief flooded through her. The salve was wonderfully cooling and she was soon limp under Mrs. Bremmer’s expert hands. Anna smiled, her fingers slowly and carefully working the salve into every welt and bruise on the small bottom underneath her hands. The poor child’s skin was hot and swollen, and though it was being soothed now, Anna knew it would be bruised and very sore for several days. She continued to apply the salve down the backs of Lucy’s thighs, and when she softly ordered the girl to open her legs, she smiled when Lucy immediately obeyed. Anna’s fingers slipped between her legs going from one welt to another on her legs, the salve sliding against the hot skin. Lucy felt something change when Mrs. Bremmer’s fingers paused at the junction of her thighs.
“Open your legs wider , sweetie. Let me see if the strap bit into your sweet little pussey.” Lucy’s face flooded with color at the command. It was the first time anyone had referred to her most private, intimate area with such a crude word. The word caused her heart to beat faster but after only a moment’s hesitation, she opened herself a bit wider. Anna grinned and slowly moved her fingers to barely touch the pouch of Lucy’s sex. She
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