Lucy Surrenders by Maggie Ryan, Blushing Books Page A
Authors: Maggie Ryan, Blushing Books
shall soon instruct you on the penance you will always be required to offer when your bottom is burning and freshly reddened." He saw her confusion at his words and knew she would soon learn the position was meant for her to offer her penance in a very intimate manner. However, he would allow that lesson to be given another day. He lifted the paddle from the settee and held it out to her. Lucy's eyes still dripped tears, and her face flushed with embarrassment as she obediently pressed her lips to the wooden surface.
"Th ... thank you, Luc ... Sir," she said, though her words came out as a stutter.
"Papa," he said quietly, and watched as her eyes briefly closed.
"Tha ... thank you, Pa ... Papa," Lucy said, for the first time. She opened her eyes and met his. He nodded and ran his finger down her cheek as she accepted her new role, resting her cheek against his thigh. He knew the title made her uneasy but also knew she would become accustomed to it. He also knew she would become aware of his growing arousal if he allowed her to remain between his spread legs, her body pressing against him, her need for comfort emanating from her small frame. Lucas forced himself to remember why they were in the study.
"That's my good girl. Go now to the corner and display that naughty red bottom," he said, and helped her to stand. She was soon in the corner, her bottom properly pushed out into the room, her legs open just a bit, her hands lifting the front of her dress to her waist, the back fabric still tucked into the waistband of her pinafore. Lucas stood and returned the paddle to the cabinet and locked the doors. As Lucy spent her time in the corner, he unrolled his sleeves and put on his jacket. He would normally require she spend at least a half hour, usually more, in the corner after he had roasted her bottom but knew she had to be not only exhausted, but hungry. After only fifteen minutes, he again seated himself on the settee. He smiled as he saw the drawers she had shed and looked at his wife as she slowly composed herself.
"Come here, Kitten," he said softly, and was rewarded when Lucy immediately turned and ran towards him. He opened his arms, and she flung herself into them. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her as she buried her face in his neck.
"I'm sorry; please forgive me," she said, her voice threatening to break into tears again.
"You are forgiven, Kitten," Lucas said, moving his hands to cup her face before he kissed her. "I love you, Lucy." She felt her insides burn as hot as her bottom as his lips pressed against hers. She moaned with a need for something, a need she had felt growing from the first moment he had touched her. It was a need that had not disappeared as he paddled her so fiercely but had only grown at every stroke. Lucas broke away and saw the raw need on her face. He knew he could easily allow himself to forget his own rules in order to satisfy that need. He forced himself to be strong as he lifted her off his lap, chuckling when she attempted to remain there.
"Come, Kitten, let's get you back into your drawers, shall we?" he asked, loving the blush that immediately colored her face when she realized she was still half-naked. She obediently stepped into her drawers and was both happy and somewhat sad when he tied the ribbon and then adjusted her dress. He finally stood and took her hand. As he opened the door, she found herself not wishing to leave the room. She knew the entire household was aware that she had been naughty and would now know she had also been punished by her husband.
"There is no need to be embarrassed, Lucille," Lucas said gently as he drew her closer to his side. "Be embarrassed when you are misbehaving, but once punished, you have no reason to feel ashamed." She nodded and allowed him to lead her into the dining room.
Chapter 5
Edward and Louisa were both seated, their luncheon half-eaten. Lucas
"Th ... thank you, Luc ... Sir," she said, though her words came out as a stutter.
"Papa," he said quietly, and watched as her eyes briefly closed.
"Tha ... thank you, Pa ... Papa," Lucy said, for the first time. She opened her eyes and met his. He nodded and ran his finger down her cheek as she accepted her new role, resting her cheek against his thigh. He knew the title made her uneasy but also knew she would become accustomed to it. He also knew she would become aware of his growing arousal if he allowed her to remain between his spread legs, her body pressing against him, her need for comfort emanating from her small frame. Lucas forced himself to remember why they were in the study.
"That's my good girl. Go now to the corner and display that naughty red bottom," he said, and helped her to stand. She was soon in the corner, her bottom properly pushed out into the room, her legs open just a bit, her hands lifting the front of her dress to her waist, the back fabric still tucked into the waistband of her pinafore. Lucas stood and returned the paddle to the cabinet and locked the doors. As Lucy spent her time in the corner, he unrolled his sleeves and put on his jacket. He would normally require she spend at least a half hour, usually more, in the corner after he had roasted her bottom but knew she had to be not only exhausted, but hungry. After only fifteen minutes, he again seated himself on the settee. He smiled as he saw the drawers she had shed and looked at his wife as she slowly composed herself.
"Come here, Kitten," he said softly, and was rewarded when Lucy immediately turned and ran towards him. He opened his arms, and she flung herself into them. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her as she buried her face in his neck.
"I'm sorry; please forgive me," she said, her voice threatening to break into tears again.
"You are forgiven, Kitten," Lucas said, moving his hands to cup her face before he kissed her. "I love you, Lucy." She felt her insides burn as hot as her bottom as his lips pressed against hers. She moaned with a need for something, a need she had felt growing from the first moment he had touched her. It was a need that had not disappeared as he paddled her so fiercely but had only grown at every stroke. Lucas broke away and saw the raw need on her face. He knew he could easily allow himself to forget his own rules in order to satisfy that need. He forced himself to be strong as he lifted her off his lap, chuckling when she attempted to remain there.
"Come, Kitten, let's get you back into your drawers, shall we?" he asked, loving the blush that immediately colored her face when she realized she was still half-naked. She obediently stepped into her drawers and was both happy and somewhat sad when he tied the ribbon and then adjusted her dress. He finally stood and took her hand. As he opened the door, she found herself not wishing to leave the room. She knew the entire household was aware that she had been naughty and would now know she had also been punished by her husband.
"There is no need to be embarrassed, Lucille," Lucas said gently as he drew her closer to his side. "Be embarrassed when you are misbehaving, but once punished, you have no reason to feel ashamed." She nodded and allowed him to lead her into the dining room.
Chapter 5
Edward and Louisa were both seated, their luncheon half-eaten. Lucas