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He lifted her dress to lie over her stomach and Louisa was shocked when he bent forward and blew a soft raspberry onto the naked soft skin of her tummy. She jerked and then squirmed as he moved his lips and did it again. Louisa felt her stomach flip as he continued to press his lips all across her tummy and she realized her sex was tingling.

  God, how could she react this way? She had been discovered by her sister, she had been forced to wet a nappy and actually admit the act and ask to be changed. Yet, as Edward’s lips moved to kiss her lightly again, she wanted nothing more than for his lips to move lower, to kiss her far more intimately before stripping her completely naked and taking her as his. She blushed and squirmed again until Edward finally lifted his mouth from her.

  “I love kissing your tummy, little one. You can be such a good little girl for your papa.” She blushed at his praise but found her body continued to tingle with desire. Edward grinned as he pulled down the rubber pants and set them aside. She was extremely wet, her nappy soaked, and she was very uncomfortable. Louisa knew that her comfort was not truly her papa’s concern. It was her obedience that mattered. He unpinned the nappy and drew it out from under her bottom. Louisa whimpered as the air blew across her wet skin, her emotions running the gamut from shame to relief, from wanting to shrink away to wishing she could thrust her hips up to feel his fingers moving over her throbbing pussy. He grinned as if he knew exactly how conflicted she was as he took a cloth and began to clean her. He took his time, using the fingers of one hand to press open the lips of her sex as she fought not to squirm. A groan of need slipped out as he dragged the cloth again and again through her pussy until she knew she was wet for another reason. Her little clit was throbbing and Edward shocked her by bending down and placing a soft kiss on it. She moaned, shame engulfing her for a totally different reason as she lifted her hips, wantonly begging him for another. Her papa lifted his head, his smile having her hope that he’d grant her wish. She shivered as his fingers moved over her clit, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves but then she watched as his smile disappeared.

  "Papa?”

  “I want you to stay here and lie still, Louisa. I’ll be right back and if you know what is good for you, you will not get off this table. Understand?”

  It wasn’t an answer but she nodded, her skin pebbling from the arousal she was feeling, and the sound of his voice. “Yes, Papa,” she said, and as he left the room, she found her thumb making its way back into her mouth. She felt her other hand drifting down over the clothing bunched at her waist and had almost touched herself before she remembered it was absolutely forbidden to do so. She uttered a short gasp and jerked her hand back. Her mind flooded with the memory of the severe thrashing she had received one evening when her husband caught her touching her throbbing bud.

  That night Edward had not allowed her to take her pleasure when he had taken her to their bed, and she felt she would explode from her need. She had thought he had fallen asleep while she continued to twitch and throb with the need for release. Her fingers had drifted to lie on her engorged clit and while she had only stroked herself a half dozen times before her papa had grabbed her hand, he had been livid. He didn’t even have to say a word; her guilt was so intense at being caught. He had flipped her onto her stomach and reddened her bottom with his hand. She had promised never to do it again as he climbed out of the bed only to retrieve her paddle. Sobbing with the pain of the paddling, she had again begged for forgiveness and pleaded for mercy. None was given as he traded the paddle for the strap. After he had laid twenty burning hot welts across her well-roasted bottom, and restrained her hands to the rail of their bed, she was a throbbing, very sorry little girl.

  As if assuring she’d truly learn her lesson, her papa had made sure there were many additional nights when she felt she was only one stroke from completion after her papa refused her permission to spend. The memory of that intense thrashing always gave her the strength she needed to lie still and accept the fact that she would throb for hours simply because that was what her papa wanted.

  Remembering, she lay still and turned her mind to wondering how she could face her sister. Lucy had already called Edward a monster and blamed Louisa for being some type of fool to have wed him. Louisa had assured her she was wrong, that Edward was strict, yes, but that he was very loving and that she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. But that was before Lucy had seen her dressed in the clothing her papa preferred her to wear. That was before her twin had seen her not only drinking out of a bottle, but wearing a nappy. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, Lucy had actually begged Louisa to wet that nappy so that her spanking could end.

  Louisa felt tears fill her eyes as she felt a loss she couldn’t explain. Her mouth worked harder on her thumb as she pictured her twin standing in the corner, her bottom aching all because of Louisa’s stubbornness over winning a battle in which she never stood a chance of being the victor.

  Edward returned to the nursery and when he saw the tears sliding down her cheeks, he sighed and placed the items he had brought with him on the table.

  “What is it, little lady? What is making you so sad?”

  Louisa cried harder at the concern in his voice. She adored this man, but would never be able to admit that what he did to her caused her both pain and intense pleasure. She had no words to explain how he made her feel—how even with the awful, humiliating things he made her do, her body thrummed with desire. All she knew was that this was her life, and that she wanted to be his wife, loved belonging to him, no matter what age he expected her to be. She continued to cry until he picked her up and settled them both in the large rocker. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed.

  Edward was a very astute man. Louisa didn’t need to admit that she was confused and ashamed, he could see the conflicting emotions on her face. Her struggle to truly accept not only her enforced lifestyle, but also her deep seated need for submission was evident in the depth of her beautiful, expressive eyes. He knew that she loved her sister and that they were connected in ways that not everyone could understand. He was aware that she felt she could never face Lucille again, and yet, he also knew something he was quite positive his little lady would never have once considered. But as a man who’d known his entire life that his need was to dominate and had an innate ability to read people… especially women… he knew that Lucille was far more identical to Louisa than she would ever want to admit. He had seen her watching the scene from beneath the settee and had known that she felt somehow drawn to what was happening.

  Lucille might not yet understand the pull of her desire; might never truly admit it to anyone—including herself—but there was not a shred of doubt in his mind that these two women were born to be submissives. They were intelligent, beautiful and capable adult women but their very psyche required, no demanded, that they submit their minds, their hearts and their bodies to dominant men. He knew all this, but also knew he would not explain it to his wife. He had many lessons to teach her, but this wasn’t something one just learned. It was so much more than that. This need, this craving to submit was something that resided in the deepest part of her soul. His little lady would have to work it out on her own.

  “Hush, little one. I know you are hurting but must trust that all will be fine. Lucille loves you and, Louisa, both of you will learn things about each other that you never questioned. You were born together and, sweetie, you will always have each other regardless of your status. Now, stop crying, and trust your papa.” He allowed her a few more minutes of pity for herself, but then stood her erect, stripped her naked and had her back on the table.

  Louisa looked at the items he had brought and confusion lit her face. One bowl held a steaming cloth, one held what was obviously warm water, and the other held a brush and a bar of soap.

  “Papa? Why are you going to shave now?”

  Edward smiled and shook his head. With a gentle hand on her shoulder, he pressed her to lie back. Taking an ankle in each hand, he pushed her legs up until her
heels bumped against her bottom. Running his hands up her calves, he enjoyed the shudder she couldn’t suppress. “Papa didn’t bring his shaving supplies to your nursery to use on himself, little one.” Cupping her knees, he watched her face as he pressed them apart, spreading them wide and opening her sex to his view. “They are for you.” He adored both the soft gasp and watching the confusion disappear from her face as he picked up the cloth. Her huge eyes watched the cloth descend and the tension in her body let him know she expected it to be far too hot. He smiled when her body relaxed as he draped the cloth over her sex and its warmth had her giving a soft groan of pleasure.

  “That’s right. Little girls who wear nappies don’t need hair on their sweet little pussies. Papa is going to shave you now, and you will never have hair between your legs again.” He watched her draw in a deep breath as his fingers moved through the soft golden curls at the apex of her sex. He knew she’d never once considered the fact that he would shave her quim. Sliding his fingers along the seam of her sex, he felt her quiver as he spread his fingers apart to open the outer lips of her pussy.

  He grinned and reminded her, “I know this feels good, little one. I know Papa’s fingers are playing with your sweet little pussy but Papa needs you to be very still.” She blushed and closed her eyes, her chest rising as she inhaled deeply. When she didn’t exhale, he shook his head. “Breathe, Louisa. Just breathe normally.” He waited until she exhaled and then took a few breaths, each one a little less deep than the one before as she calmed. “That’s my good girl.” Lifting his hand from her sex, he took hers and guided it to her mouth.

  “Go ahead and suckle, baby. I want you to feel comfortable while Papa shaves you.” She didn’t protest, accepting her thumb and was soon drawing on it as he picked up the scissors and began to snip away the curls from her pussy. When he was satisfied that the scissors would no longer do him any good, he picked up the brush, dipped it into the bowl of water and then began working the bristles against the soap until he had worked up a thick lather. With another smile, he began applying it to her sex. She moaned at the sensation and then froze when he placed the razor’s edge at the top of her curls.

  When he heard her whimper, he said, “Shhh, it is okay, Louisa. Papa will be very careful. Just as I would never allow the cloth to have burn your skin, I won’t cut this precious little cunny. Relax, suckle your thumb and lie still.” It took several minutes and he lathered the entire area several more times before he was satisfied that her pussy was shorn smooth. She blushed anew as he guided her to her hands and knees and then gently pressed his hand between her shoulder blades until they and her face were lying against the pad of the changing table.

  “Stay still,” he reminded. “Papa is going to shave your sweet little pucker now.”

  “What? No, Papa!” she whined, her bottom wiggling as if that would ever keep him from doing his duty.

  “Yes, Louisa,” he said giving her a pass as he understood the entire concept was totally foreign to her. “Hush now,” he added, guiding her thumb to her lips again.

  This time her moan was much deeper, her body suffusing with color as he slid the fingers of one hand between her buttocks and then splayed them, to press open the cleft of her bottom. The moment she felt the brush of bristles against her puckered opening, she clenched her muscles. He smiled at the useless effort, his fingers easily holding her cheeks open.

  “Don’t be naughty,” he said, applying more lather along her cleft, twirling the tips of the bristles around the rim of her bottom-hole. His cock was rock hard in his pants, aching to explore the tiny forbidden opening. He knew it would be quite an experience when he first took her bottom, something he knew she never once had possibly imagined. For now, he satisfied himself with carefully shaving all around her little flower and then washing the foam away. Once the bare, smooth surface of her skin was visible, he bent down and pressed his lips to her opening.

  “Papa!” she squealed loudly, trying to pull away, her thumb popping from her mouth as her hands clawed at the padded surface of the table.

  “Be still, Louisa,” he ordered, his voice only slightly louder than normal as he easily pulled her back toward him. “Papa is playing.” He knew she was shocked and more than likely shamed as his little one had often declared some of the things he was teaching her as naughty or taboo. Holding her hip with one hand, he dragged the fingers of his other down the length of her spine, loving the quiver she couldn’t contain.

  “I’ve told you before that there is nothing forbidden between us,” he said, again tracking along her back, but this time with his tongue. When he reached the split of her bottom, his fingers easily pulled her buttocks apart, her clenching just as ineffective in keeping him out this time as it had been the last. Lifting his head, he said, “Every inch of you belongs to Papa,” before drawing the tip of his tongue down the length of her cleft. Raising his head once again, he said, “And I will kiss your bottom and your pretty little pucker whenever I wish.”

  He ran his tongue all around the rim of her anus before broadening it to lick across the opening. Her gasp was louder, her quiver harder as he continued to kiss, lap and taste her freshly shaven bottom. Edward continued to lick and kiss her opening, her recent deep cleansing allowing him to press his tongue just the tiniest bit inside.

  “Oh… oh, Papa,” she whispered, her voice so soft and yet ringing loudly in his soul. She continued to squirm, her muscles contracting as she shuddered, and though she moaned, she didn’t attempt to pull away. Instead, his little lady was unconsciously pressing her arse up, offering her forbidden passage to his tongue.

  Edward grinned, even as he reached down to remove his erection from his pants. As much as he wished to do so, he knew he could not replace his tongue with his cock. At least not yet. She would need far more training in order to learn to relax her bottom-hole and accept his cock deep inside her virgin rear passage. However, his need was great and her newly shorn little pussy would serve him well. Once his cock was free, he pulled her down the table until her bottom was hanging over the edge. He might not be able to sink into her ass, but this would be another first as he’d not yet taken her from behind. As her professor, he was more than happy to continue her lessons.

  He smiled as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, silently guiding her legs further apart. His little lady might blush, might squirm and might protest, but her little cunny was dripping all over the changing table. He could easily see her clit, swollen and throbbing. Lining the head of his cock up to her entrance, he watched her pussy convulse as if anxious to draw him inside. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he drove into her. Louisa arched, her cry a mixture of a touch of pain and intense pleasure that Edward absolutely adored as he pushed deeper.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned as he claimed her deeply. “Ohhh, Pa-Papa.”

  Edward gripped her hips and pulled her further back onto his cock even as he drove forward.

  “That’s my good girl. That’s right, open that sweet little cunny for Papa.” He watched her color deepen at the crude words, but reaching forward, his fingers found nipples that were tightly beaded. Pinching the buds had her fingers gripping harder at the edges of her changing table. And when he gave those poor sensitive little nipples a twist as he pounded into her quim, she arched her head back, her moan so deep, so drawn out and so full of need that his cock jerked inside her velvet channel, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy as he fucked her from behind. She was soon moaning and lifting her hips as his pace increased until he felt her muscles begin to tense around his cock.

  Before she earned herself a spanking or worse, she hoarsely begged, “Papa… Papa… may I… ohhh, please… may I take my ple… pleasure?” She shrieked as he rammed into her again and again. Edward continued to thrust in and out of her, taking her closer and closer to the edge of that cliff. “Please… oh… please, Papa… I’m… I can’t… oh… please!” she screamed, her fingers flexing open and closed as she struggled to obey one of his very f
irst rules. His little lady was never, ever allowed to take her pleasure without her papa’s permission. He saw the struggle on her face, felt it in every shudder, every quiver, every spasm of her muscles. Withdrawing had her sob, her need so very great. She wasn’t even aware of the fact that for every time he’d denied her, every time he’d driven her to the peak but refused to allow her to fall over, she was learning to control her body’s urges.

  “Papa… Papa… Papa…” Each call of his name so eloquently spoken in every cry, every plea as her body quivered beneath his hands.

  “Yes, my sweet girl. Come hard for Papa.” It wasn’t a second later before the room echoed with her screams, this time from pure pleasure. Muscles convulsed again and again as he continued to fuck her. He felt her body tightening, preparing to truly shatter. It was time to add another element to her lessons. She was learning she could only come with permission and soon she’d be able to come upon his command. “Come again, Louisa. I want to feel your pussy bathing Papa’s cock.” This time when she fell over the edge, he groaned as she contracted, tightening like a vise around his shaft. Edward grimaced and pulled her up until her back was pressed hard against his chest. His arm was a band beneath her heaving breasts, his other hand fisted in her hair, keeping her in place as he thrust up into her spasming pussy.

  “Again!”

  “I-I can’t!”

  She wailed as he tugged her head back further so he could speak against her mouth. “You can.” His thrust lifted her up off the table. “You will.” His hand moved to twist a turgid nipple. “Obey Papa.” Another thrust and his balls threatened to burst. “Come… Now!” With a strangled scream, her body bowed despite his hold, every muscle taut until she shattered, fluid squirting from her to bathe his cock and soak the table beneath her. He roared, his vision graying as he filled her with his seed. They collapsed onto the table together, both breathing heavily. He lay over her back, his body against her bare skin as he rested from the ordeal. Edward felt as if he had emptied every ounce of himself into his wife but, as he lifted himself to pull out of her, he caught sight of her sweet, virgin little bottom-hole that still glistened from his saliva as well as from the splash of her cum combined with his that was still dripping from her pussy. His cock instantly jerked and he vowed that her anal lessons would begin soon. Despite society declaring it forbidden, Edward intended to fuck her bottom often, and the sooner she learned to open herself to him, the sooner he could teach her the pleasures of that sweet, tightly-puckered little hole.