pot
while I get your crib ready.” Relieved that she wasn’t to be diapered, Louisa nodded, and though highly
embarrassed, forced herself to squat over the chamber pot. She desperately wished it were hidden
behind a door or at least a screen, but realized she would not be allowed such
privacy. She became more aware of
her complete nudity as she saw her husband standing, fully clothed, watching her to see if she would be naughty again. She found she couldn’t look anywhere but
at the floor and breathed a small sigh of relief as she saw her husband move
away from her. Edward had waited until he saw her obey his order, and then
turned to her closet. He chose an
item and then opened a large armoire standing against the wall. Louisa watched as he withdrew something
and placed it in the large crib. He
didn’t explain his actions, simply adjusted the item and then returned to her.
“Are you finished going potty, Louisa?” he
asked, and she blushed hotly at his words, but nodded. God, she hated it so when he used such
words in her presence. Edward loved
her flushed face as he helped her to stand and she walked to the washstand to
wash her hands. She turned to look
up at her husband and opened her mouth to speak.
“No, Louisa. The taste of your deceit, as well as
your penance, shall remain in your mouth while you nap.” She blushed hotly, his words flowing
through her, causing her to shiver as she washed and dried her hands. When done, she turned back to him and
raised her arms as he instructed. Edward pulled a nightgown over her head; she realized it barely reached
the top of her hips. She wanted to
ask where the rest of her gown was, but didn’t want another spanking. Edward bent, and she squealed as he
easily lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his
shoulder. She felt safe and far
better now that she had been punished, knowing his forgiveness came just as
easily as did his discipline. She
was exhausted and found herself looking forward to resting. She had so much to think about, but
couldn’t bear to face another thing right now. Edward bent to kiss the top of her head,
loving the weight of her snuggled in his arms. He knew she believed she was done with
his discipline, at least until this evening, but he knew better. This young lady had been seriously
naughty and needed serious reminding of what such naughtiness meant. He carried her to the crib and she
sleepily looked down.
As she saw what he had placed in the crib, she
clung to him as he bent over to lay her down and begged, “No… please Sir… I’ll
be a good girl. Please don’t ask me
to sleep on th … that.” Edward shook his head even as he lowered
her into the crib.
“I’m not asking you a thing Louisa. You were a very naughty little girl, and
you are going to take your nap on your naughty-girl mat. Perhaps a couple of hours sleeping on it
will help you to be my good girl again.” Louisa started to cry even as her bottom connected with the mat Edward
had placed in the crib. Hundreds of
sharp bristles poked her aching bottom, and dozens of hard knots pushed into
her welted skin. Edward
removed her clinging hands from around his neck and forced her onto her
back. She began to wiggle and
squirm, trying to remove her tender skin from the horrid mat. Edward ignored her cries as he reached
under the mattress of the crib, pulling restraints into view that had been
hidden from sight. He smiled upon
seeing that his little one had rolled onto her side; her little bottom already
showing pricks from the unforgiving fibers of the mat. He easily rolled her onto her back and
reached to take hold of her ankle. She foolishly kicked out at him and, his smile fading, Edward reached
down, swatted the front of her thigh harshly and gave her a stern look. “Settle down, Louisa! Give me your leg or I will
while I get your crib ready.” Relieved that she wasn’t to be diapered, Louisa nodded, and though highly
embarrassed, forced herself to squat over the chamber pot. She desperately wished it were hidden
behind a door or at least a screen, but realized she would not be allowed such
privacy. She became more aware of
her complete nudity as she saw her husband standing, fully clothed, watching her to see if she would be naughty again. She found she couldn’t look anywhere but
at the floor and breathed a small sigh of relief as she saw her husband move
away from her. Edward had waited until he saw her obey his order, and then
turned to her closet. He chose an
item and then opened a large armoire standing against the wall. Louisa watched as he withdrew something
and placed it in the large crib. He
didn’t explain his actions, simply adjusted the item and then returned to her.
“Are you finished going potty, Louisa?” he
asked, and she blushed hotly at his words, but nodded. God, she hated it so when he used such
words in her presence. Edward loved
her flushed face as he helped her to stand and she walked to the washstand to
wash her hands. She turned to look
up at her husband and opened her mouth to speak.
“No, Louisa. The taste of your deceit, as well as
your penance, shall remain in your mouth while you nap.” She blushed hotly, his words flowing
through her, causing her to shiver as she washed and dried her hands. When done, she turned back to him and
raised her arms as he instructed. Edward pulled a nightgown over her head; she realized it barely reached
the top of her hips. She wanted to
ask where the rest of her gown was, but didn’t want another spanking. Edward bent, and she squealed as he
easily lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his
shoulder. She felt safe and far
better now that she had been punished, knowing his forgiveness came just as
easily as did his discipline. She
was exhausted and found herself looking forward to resting. She had so much to think about, but
couldn’t bear to face another thing right now. Edward bent to kiss the top of her head,
loving the weight of her snuggled in his arms. He knew she believed she was done with
his discipline, at least until this evening, but he knew better. This young lady had been seriously
naughty and needed serious reminding of what such naughtiness meant. He carried her to the crib and she
sleepily looked down.
As she saw what he had placed in the crib, she
clung to him as he bent over to lay her down and begged, “No… please Sir… I’ll
be a good girl. Please don’t ask me
to sleep on th … that.” Edward shook his head even as he lowered
her into the crib.
“I’m not asking you a thing Louisa. You were a very naughty little girl, and
you are going to take your nap on your naughty-girl mat. Perhaps a couple of hours sleeping on it
will help you to be my good girl again.” Louisa started to cry even as her bottom connected with the mat Edward
had placed in the crib. Hundreds of
sharp bristles poked her aching bottom, and dozens of hard knots pushed into
her welted skin. Edward
removed her clinging hands from around his neck and forced her onto her
back. She began to wiggle and
squirm, trying to remove her tender skin from the horrid mat. Edward ignored her cries as he reached
under the mattress of the crib, pulling restraints into view that had been
hidden from sight. He smiled upon
seeing that his little one had rolled onto her side; her little bottom already
showing pricks from the unforgiving fibers of the mat. He easily rolled her onto her back and
reached to take hold of her ankle. She foolishly kicked out at him and, his smile fading, Edward reached
down, swatted the front of her thigh harshly and gave her a stern look. “Settle down, Louisa! Give me your leg or I will
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