Page 14 of Her Lord's Claim

“Lift your dress and hold it at your waist,” he instructed. She whimpered but obeyed, slowly drawing her clothing up to her waist inch by inch until she was bare to him. His eyes left hers to look at her intimately for the first time. Time seemed suspended as Lucas took his time, his heart pounding as he drank in the sight before him. Her legs were trembling, her slender thighs pale above the yellow ribbons that held her stockings. He felt his sex stir and closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to remember his duty. He reached down and gently lifted her feet one at a time, removing her slippers and sliding her drawers off. He picked them up and laid them on the settee beside him. He allowed his eyes to drift from her stockinged feet up slender calves until the soft blonde curls at the apex of her thighs came into view.

“Open your legs,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“Please…”

When she didn’t continue, Lucas understood that she wasn’t disobeying out of defiance, she was simply unable to do as he asked. Looking up, he saw she’d not dropped her head, her eyes focused exactly where they’d been before he looked away. She jerked a bit as he ran his hands up the length of her legs, but only gave a slightly strangled mewl when his fingers slid between her thighs to gently guide her legs apart. Lucas saw the evidence of her arousal immediately and again felt his cock lengthen and press against the confines of his trousers. He didn’t speak as he very gently ran a finger between her legs, barely touching the surface of her skin.

The sound she made told him his touch was igniting something deep inside her as the feel of her burned through him. He looked up to see her eyes had fluttered closed, and she moaned again when his finger left her most private spot. Lucas took a deep breath, the aroma of his wife’s arousal imprinting on his very soul.

“Eyes,” he said, and she reluctantly opened hers again. The sheen of tears hadn’t lessened but behind them was a look that stirred his cock and his heart. Shame at being made to present herself was making her quiver but behind the sheen of tears swirled a look of desire so innocent he was sure she had no idea that it was responsible for the evidence of her body’s honey glistening on her inner thighs or the mewl of distress when he’d ceased to touch her sweet quim.

“That’s my girl. I want you to go to the cabinet and bring me a paddle,” he instructed.

Those eyes widened as she realized he would be touching her but not in the way she desired. He gently reached out and turned her toward the cabinet and yet it took a soft double tap on her bum to get her moving. Once standing before the open doors, he watched as she took in all the possibilities. There were several straps as well as many canes. One shelf held a large variety of paddles, each a different shape and weight. Lucas knew she’d be familiar with some as Edward was not a man to allow his wife or his ward to go unpunished. Lucy released her clothing only to quickly grab the fabric with one hand, drawing it back to her waist as the other hovered over the paddles.

“Choose one that you feel will teach you a proper lesson,” Lucas said and, after a few moments, her fingers wrapped around the handle of a long, slender paddle. She picked it up and returned to stand in front of her husband. She remembered to meet his eyes as she offered the paddle to him. Lucas nodded and took it from her. He lifted it to her mouth.

“You are to kiss any implement that is to be used on you,” he said, and saw her flush but bend forward just a bit to press her lips against the wood. “You will also kiss the implement and thank me for teaching the lesson when it is over,” Lucas continued.

She nodded in acceptance uttering a very soft, “Yes, sir.”

Patting his lap, he said, “It’s time, little one.” When she bent as if to lay herself across his legs, he shook his head. “No, you’ll sit,” he instructed, guiding her down until she was straddling his lap. She blushed bright red as her bare bottom pressed against the support of his rock-hard thighs. He watched her face as her slowly began to spread his legs apart which, of course, caused hers to open as well. The soft gasp she gave as he opened her further morphed into a moan as she felt the air flow against the wetness of the very flagrantly exposed pouch of her sex. Lucas remained silent as he slid one arm around her waist and gently pulled her down, angling her body to the side until her torso was lying on the settee, her arms trapped beneath her where fingers were still clasping her dress and pinafore. He smiled as she gave another gasp when he spread his legs even further, watching as she buried her face into the cushion as if doing so would allow her entire body to become invisible. Lucas continued making slight adjustments until her bare little buttocks were directly centered between his spread legs. With her petite size, her feet had left the floor, her toes pointed as she struggled to find the support of the floor.

“Settle, Lucy,” Lucas said as she continued to squirm. “You’re perfectly safe,” he assured her. Though he was extremely aware that nothing truly supported her bare bottom as it hung between his open legs, he’d not allow her to fall.

“Give me your hands,” Lucas ordered, and Lucy lifted her torso slightly in order to pull her hands from beneath her, slowly putting one and then the other behind her. Taking both her wrists in one of his hands, he said, “Good girl,” before pinning her hands to the small of her back.

“Up on your toes, lift your bottom,” Lucas ordered, and she began to cry. Lucas ignored her tears, knowing this was difficult for her but also willing to give her the opportunity to obey, teaching her that punishment should never be comfortable, that naughtiness would require embarrassing orders, would demand a price that was meant to be difficult to pay. After several moments of her wiggling and shifting, he realized her petite size made it impossible for her to obey this order. “Hold on,” he said, making sure his arm was around her waist before he lifted up and moved forward until his hips were on the edge of the settee, closing his legs just a bit until she could properly position her feet. Once she was on her tiptoes, he opened his stance another inch or two which made it harder, but she still could maintain the required position.

“Tilt your bottom up,” he remined and savored every moment it took her to obey, drinking in the view of all she had so wanted desperately to hide. “Your legs will be spread and will always be well-open for punishment, Lucille,” he said, purposefully using words that would paint a picture in her mind that would cause her to feel the vulnerability of her position all that much more. “You chose to flagrantly display your misbehavior this morning, and you will not be allowed to hide yourself from me when I punish you for that naughtiness.”

Her body hitched as she gave a sob. Placing the paddle against her pale heart-shaped bottom, Lucas knew it would be the first of many times he’d do so. “Naughty little girls get their bottoms spanked don’t they, Lucy?” When she didn’t answer, he rubbed the tip of the paddle in a circle against her flesh. “And you’ll learn that when those same naughty little girls don’t answer their papas, their spankings are much longer. Want to try again?”

“Ye… yes, sir.”

“Yes, what?”

“They get spanked.”

“Who gets spanked?” he asked, not about to make this first time easy for her, wanting it to be a firm reminder she could pull out and consider when making choices.

Another wiggle, a gasp as the movement had a foot lifting from the floor, and the resettling on his knees all preceded her answer. “Naug-naughty girls.”

“And were you a very naughty girl this morning?”

“Ye-yes, sir, but I-I’m very sorry,” she said.

“I know you are, little one, but you made the choice to throw a tantrum and now you must pay for that choice. You may cry, you may plead though it won’t do you any good, but, young lady, you will not curse. If you do, I promise you that this spanking will feel like a little tap on your arse when you go back over my lap after a further cleansing of your mouth. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

The talking was done, it was time for the punishment to begin. Lifting the paddle, Lucas began to spank her. His strokes were instantly hard and fast. He didn't believe that punishment should be gentle. His belief was that it was to be exactly that, punishment. Lucy was soon wailing and attempting to get her hands free of his grip.

“Please!” she screeched as the paddle smacked into her again and again and again.

Each smack gave a distinct crack as wood met bare flesh. Lucas landed each stroke for the express purpose of causing her little bottom to burn hotly.

“I’m sorry! Please… please, Lucas. Owww… please stop!”

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