Page 30 of Her Lord's Claim

“Little one, I arranged for your bath and assured your modesty. You were buried beneath the covers,” he assured her and saw her relief. Knowing it wouldn’t always be so, he added, “This time.” Her head came up at his words, her eyes widening. He ignored her shock, scooping her up into his arms and moving to the tub, carefully stepping into the water. Setting her onto her feet, he sat, guiding her down with him, positioning her back against his chest, her legs between his spread ones. She moaned with the soothing comfort of the warm water. They sat enjoying the warmth of the bath for several minutes before Lucas moved her away, turning her to face him. She watched as he lifted a cloth and a bar of soap. Her face flushed as he drew her closer, one hand behind her head as he raised the cloth to her face.

“This time, you may close your eyes,” he said, smiling as she did so. He gently washed her face and then moved the cloth to her neck. “Open,” he said as he began to rub the cloth across her breasts. Despite the heat of the water, Lucy began to shiver as he washed her nipples, feeling them harden under the slippery cloth. Lucas smiled and bent forward, slowly running the tip of his tongue across each hardened peak. Lucy moaned, her hands reaching for him, only to find his hands moving hers behind her back. She arched as he drew a nipple into his mouth, her pussy clenching as his teeth gently raked its surface. He sat back and grinned, loving that her nipples were sensitive to his barest touch.

“Kneel up,” he said and helped her do so. Her entire body was rosy with the warmth of the water but colored even more deeply as he moved the cloth to begin washing between her legs. “You will always remain shorn,” he said as he ran his fingers across her mound. “I wish to be able to see every inch of you, nothing hidden.” She moaned as the cloth began to scrub a bit harder against her sex. He knew she had to be a bit sore and tender, but wondered if she realized her own moisture was adding itself to the wetness of the cloth. His wife was a very sensual woman which made him very happy.

“Turn around,” he said, and she did so, her legs trembling as she presented her back and her bottom to him. He rubbed the cloth across the globes of her bottom and when she winced, he said, “I fear this little bottom, will always bear some evidence of my little one’s naughtiness. Bend over a bit.” She earned a sharp swat when she didn’t immediately obey. Lucy yelped at the unexpected chastisement and then bent forward the tiniest bit. When he palmed one round buttock, pulling it away from its twin, her head turned to look at him, her face turning red.

“No,” she said softly. “Please—”

“Every inch of your body is mine, Lucy,” he reminded her, pulling her buttocks apart to expose her pucker. “Reach back and hold yourself open so I might wash you properly.”

“I—”

“The proper response, in fact, the only response is ‘yes, sir,’ Unless, of course, you’d like to wait until after I’ve turned your cheeks a cherry red before you spread them for me?”

No longer able to look at him, she slowly released her hold on the tub’s edge, her hands moving behind her. Taking them, he guided them to her arse. “Nice and wide, kitten.”

Once her fingers slid into the cleft and she slowly pulled her buttocks apart, he ran the cloth down the length of the split in her heart-shaped arse. “You will never be allowed to hide even this,” he said, dropping the cloth in the water and replacing it with his finger.

With a high-pitched squeal, she fell forward, her hands releasing her cheeks to brace against the wall as he began to press his finger into her bottom.

“Naughty girl,” he said halting his movements. “Where are your hands to be?”

“Ohhh, no… no, please, Lucas,” she begged, her bottom clenching as if she thought she’d be able to expel him. “It’s… it’s shameful.”

“Lucy, that’s not an answer. Would you like to try again or shall the next lesson you learn be how it feels to get a spanking on a wet bottom?”

“They… they are to be on my… my cheeks.”

“Doing what?”

She gave a soft sob and then her hands left the wall to move behind her again. “Holding them open for you, sir.”

“That’s correct. Do not release them again. Understood?”

“Yes, Lucas,” she acknowledged, pulling herself open again.

Lucas pressed his finger forward into the extremely tight opening, though he kept watch on her body to make sure she wouldn't fall. When she began to tremble even more violently, he slipped an arm around her waist but kept her bent forward, his finger continuing its journey.

“You aren’t under me in my bed, Lucille,” he gently admonished as he penetrated her more deeply. “You are not to refer to me in that manner. Remember?” She moaned as his finger disappeared up to his second knuckle but he didn’t accept that as an answer. Releasing her waist, he gave her bottom another swat.

“Yes!” she yelped loudly.

“Yes, what?” Lucas asked, stilling his hand when his finger was finally buried as deep as it could go.

“Yes, I-I understand,” she moaned.

“Address me properly,” Lucas said as he began to pump his finger slowly back and forth within her. He slipped his arm around her again as he smiled. His little one might be terribly embarrassed, but her little pussy was leaking its cream.

“Sir…” she panted. “Yes, sir. I-I understand not to address you by your-your name,” she said. “I’m… I’m sorry, sir.” Lucas gave her bottom-hole another few pumps with his finger and then pulled it from her. Lucy moaned, her body trembling violently.

Lucas patted her hands. “You may release.” She instantly obeyed, slumping back against him as he guided her to sit, turning her to once again face him. Reaching out to cup her face, he lifted it to his. “Papa,” he corrected, and saw her swallow hard. “You are to call me Papa when I am tending to your naughtiness, young lady.”

She blushed but nodded. “Yes, Pa-Papa,” she managed, a tear escaping as he reminded her that not only was she his wife, one he would take whenever he desired, but also his little one. As such, she would learn to accept both roles, each of which would require different responses, different rules.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, bending forward and kissing her forehead. “And, Lucy, there is nothing that is shameful about your body or mine. Our bodies are made to be touched, made to feel those touches both to allow us to experience pain when a little girl is reluctant to obey her papa and to experience pleasure when she’s been a good little one.” When she simply looked up at him, her cheeks pink, her teeth nibbling her lip, he smiled, understanding that the concept was one that might take his kitten a long time to truly believe.

“Just remember your papa enjoys looking at, touching, kissing and making love to every precious inch of you.” Her eyes widened at that last promise and Lucas felt his cock twitch as it understood exactly what he meant. In time, his little one would find her hands holding her buttocks wide for more than just a washcloth or finger. She’d learn that it would be forced to open for more than an enema nozzle and finally she’d come to understand that great pleasure could be had when being filled in such an intimate place. “I’m going to so enjoy being your teacher, and, kitten, you have your entire lifetime to attend my classes. You need not fret about learning everything today, all right?” Giving her another kiss, he ran his hand under the water to find the cloth and soap.

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