eyes, as he tilted her even further
forward. She shuddered as she felt
his fingers dip between her thighs and trace the opening of her body. Her stomach lurched, even as she
tried to contain a moan.
Edward grinned and embarrassed her further. “Hmmm,
you are very, very wet. Your little
pussey is dripping on my finger. One would almost think you want this spanking to continue. Now, ask for your lesson, Louisa or I
will have to begin again, and we both know this bottom has more attention to
receive this evening.”
His reminder of another dose of discipline
caused Louisa to sob, but promise herself to do what he said. “I’m… I’m sorry I… I was naughty. Please Sir… please may I have my span… spanking?”
“Certainly, my dear,” Edward answered. His hand began to spank her in earnest,
and soon her cries filled the sunlit room. She writhed and squirmed across his knees as his hand connected again
and again on her bouncing bottom. Despite the still quite visible cane wheals that decorated the well-rounded
bottom, Edward didn’t stop until he had covered every inch of her bottom and
the backs of both her thighs. When
she collapsed and broke position from the pain, Edward simply paused and forced
her to apologize, return to the exposed position and repeat her request for her
spanking.
Louisa finally realized that he would continue
to spank her for as long as he deemed necessary, despite her repeated pleas and
promises for better behavior. Edward sensed her surrender and smiled. His hand gave her a dozen more extremely
hard swats before resting on the swollen and hot skin of her very red bottom
cheeks. She continued to cry for
several moments until she realized her spanking had ended. After a few additional moments, she felt
him guiding her off his lap to kneel between his spread legs. She knew she looked horrid, her eyes
swollen by crying, her nose running, her cheeks stained with her tears and
tendrils of her hair plastered to her face. She also knew she could find
herself right back over his knees if she failed in what was expected. Blushing furiously, she forced her eyes
to his and remembered another lesson her husband had taught her.
“Thank you for my spanking, Papa. May… may I make my pen… penance?” Edward was pleased yet again. She might have been extremely naughty
today, but some of his lessons were obviously being imprinted on his young
wife. She looked absolutely perfect
to him. Her eyes were huge; her
thick lashes sparkled from yet unshed tears; her lips were slightly parted as
she calmed down from her spanking, her lips trembling and her hands hovering as
if desperate to comfort the extremely hot surface of her plump, beautifully crimson
bottom. His hand reached out to
stroke her cheek, and she pressed her face into his palm, as if seeking comfort
from his touch.
“Yes, little lady, make your penance.” Louisa nodded and her hands reached up
to unbutton his pants. Edward
didn’t help or even move as she slowly removed his thick cock. He was already hard, and had been since
he had first taken his little one across his lap. He was growing longer and harder as her
little hands stroked up and down his shaft. He smiled, knowing she was delaying the
inevitable, but would offer her no assistance. If she failed in making a proper
penance, then he would not fail to give her a proper punishment. As if she could read his thoughts, she
bent her head forward and opened her mouth. Her sweet tongue flicked out from
between her lips to touch the head of his shaft. He watched as she lapped at his slit and
received his pre-come into her mouth.
She moaned softly and swallowed before opening
her mouth wider. She remembered how
he could punish her if she failed to prove her contrition by making the proper
penance. Her recently spanked
bottom clenched, even as she took more of him inside
forward. She shuddered as she felt
his fingers dip between her thighs and trace the opening of her body. Her stomach lurched, even as she
tried to contain a moan.
Edward grinned and embarrassed her further. “Hmmm,
you are very, very wet. Your little
pussey is dripping on my finger. One would almost think you want this spanking to continue. Now, ask for your lesson, Louisa or I
will have to begin again, and we both know this bottom has more attention to
receive this evening.”
His reminder of another dose of discipline
caused Louisa to sob, but promise herself to do what he said. “I’m… I’m sorry I… I was naughty. Please Sir… please may I have my span… spanking?”
“Certainly, my dear,” Edward answered. His hand began to spank her in earnest,
and soon her cries filled the sunlit room. She writhed and squirmed across his knees as his hand connected again
and again on her bouncing bottom. Despite the still quite visible cane wheals that decorated the well-rounded
bottom, Edward didn’t stop until he had covered every inch of her bottom and
the backs of both her thighs. When
she collapsed and broke position from the pain, Edward simply paused and forced
her to apologize, return to the exposed position and repeat her request for her
spanking.
Louisa finally realized that he would continue
to spank her for as long as he deemed necessary, despite her repeated pleas and
promises for better behavior. Edward sensed her surrender and smiled. His hand gave her a dozen more extremely
hard swats before resting on the swollen and hot skin of her very red bottom
cheeks. She continued to cry for
several moments until she realized her spanking had ended. After a few additional moments, she felt
him guiding her off his lap to kneel between his spread legs. She knew she looked horrid, her eyes
swollen by crying, her nose running, her cheeks stained with her tears and
tendrils of her hair plastered to her face. She also knew she could find
herself right back over his knees if she failed in what was expected. Blushing furiously, she forced her eyes
to his and remembered another lesson her husband had taught her.
“Thank you for my spanking, Papa. May… may I make my pen… penance?” Edward was pleased yet again. She might have been extremely naughty
today, but some of his lessons were obviously being imprinted on his young
wife. She looked absolutely perfect
to him. Her eyes were huge; her
thick lashes sparkled from yet unshed tears; her lips were slightly parted as
she calmed down from her spanking, her lips trembling and her hands hovering as
if desperate to comfort the extremely hot surface of her plump, beautifully crimson
bottom. His hand reached out to
stroke her cheek, and she pressed her face into his palm, as if seeking comfort
from his touch.
“Yes, little lady, make your penance.” Louisa nodded and her hands reached up
to unbutton his pants. Edward
didn’t help or even move as she slowly removed his thick cock. He was already hard, and had been since
he had first taken his little one across his lap. He was growing longer and harder as her
little hands stroked up and down his shaft. He smiled, knowing she was delaying the
inevitable, but would offer her no assistance. If she failed in making a proper
penance, then he would not fail to give her a proper punishment. As if she could read his thoughts, she
bent her head forward and opened her mouth. Her sweet tongue flicked out from
between her lips to touch the head of his shaft. He watched as she lapped at his slit and
received his pre-come into her mouth.
She moaned softly and swallowed before opening
her mouth wider. She remembered how
he could punish her if she failed to prove her contrition by making the proper
penance. Her recently spanked
bottom clenched, even as she took more of him inside
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