Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) Read online

  “Don’t be naughty now, Lucy,” Molly warned sternly. “You did so well taking your thermometer into your sweet little bottom. I would think taking your binky into your mouth would be far more pleasant.” Lucy turned crimson but obediently opened her mouth and accepted the rubber nipple. It seemed to fill her mouth, making it necessary to actually suckle on it to avoid discomfort. “That’s my good girl,” Molly said bending to brush her lips across Lucy’s cheek. “Now, go to sleep, little one. I know you must be tired and you can dream about playing games with your Papa when you wake. You must stay in bed until I or your Papa come to get you. I promise you will be a very sorry little girl if you so much as place one foot on the floor until then. Understand me? ” Lucy nodded, her face forlorn as she turned onto her side, facing away from her nanny, her eyes tearing, unable to contain a soft sob, realizing she would be creamed and powdered and diapered every single day for the rest of her life. She suddenly desperately missed her sister, Louisa. She wanted so much to be able to confess her fears and her feelings of confusion to someone who would truly understand how it felt to be attended by her own Nanny. She couldn’t stop her tears though she tried to cry as silently as possible. She felt Molly sit on the bed behind her and then felt her hand gently rubbing against her back.

  “Shh, little Lucy,” Molly said softly. “It will be all right. I love you and promise to take care of you for your Papa. Just go to sleep, sweetie.” Molly continued to rub gentle circles on Lucy’s back until the small woman sighed deeply and fell into sleep, her mouth gently pulling on the new pacifier. Molly tucked the covers up over Lucy’s shoulders and waited a few more minutes to assure herself that Lucy was deeply asleep before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Though Lord Huntington had told her she could leave Lucy alone, she decided to spend the next few hours in her own compartment. This was all still very new to her and she wanted to think about all that had transpired. She was beginning to understand that though Lucy seemed to fight against what was happening, especially the embarrassing aspects of being cared for like a small child, the evidence Molly had discovered when diapering her told a different story. Though Molly was not married and had no real experience with sex, she did have experience with helping Mrs. Bremmer with Louisa. She knew that what she had washed from Lucy’s quim was evidence of her sexual fluids, her unspoken arousal. Molly wondered if all little girl wives reacted in this manner but without being able to discuss the events of the past hour with Mrs. Bremmer, she was left alone with her thoughts.

  Hours later, Molly heard a soft knock on her door. She quickly opened it to find Lord Huntington outside.

  “Did everything go well?” he asked and she was extremely pleased to tell him that it had. She was completely honest and told him that she had given Lucy only two swats before his little one had cooperated fully. She also assured him that she had been prepared to give Lucy a good dose of her hairbrush if she continued to fuss but that it had been unnecessary. Lucas was extremely pleased to hear Molly recounting the story and understood that she did understand her role as both caretaker and strict disciplinarian. He was also very impressed with her creativity in adding an additional submissive element to the procedure. He was pleased his little one had decided to behave.

  “I’m glad to hear she did well,” Lucas said. “I’ll admit I was a bit fearful that the entire train would hear the sounds of her protests as she discovered the contents of the box. I’ll wake her and reward her by going to the reading car to play some games. I’m sure you would enjoy the car as well. There are other nannies who will be entertaining their own charges.”

  Molly hesitated, unsure how much fun it would be to be in a small train compartment with dozens of small excited children. Lucas chuckled.

  “I’m not sure if you were aware of another little-one like our Lucy,” he said and from the surprised look on her face knew she hadn’t seen the young woman. “I’ve met her Papa who is a barrister. His name is Lord Northbridge, a fine gentleman. He and his wife, Emmaline, have been wed for only a few months. This is her first trip by train as well. Little Emmie has her own nanny. I believe her name is Bertha. Perhaps you might enjoy spending some time with her as Lucy and I play some games.” Molly found herself not only grateful but eager to meet the family he was describing. Perhaps, if Bertha were the friendly sort, she might be able to have some of her concerns addressed.

  “That sounds wonderful, Sir,” Molly said.

  Lucas gave her directions to the car and then entered his own compartment when Molly hurried away. He closed the door quietly but found he needn’t have. His little one was sitting up in bed, brushing Nellie’s hair, talking quietly to her childhood companion. He was enchanted at the sight.

  “Good afternoon, Kitten,” Lucas said as he approached the bed and then sat on the edge. “Did you and Nellie have a good nap?” Lucy blushed at being caught playing with her doll but nodded.

  “Yes, Papa,” she said putting the brush down.

  “Have you been awake long?” he asked taking the doll from her and placing it against the headboard and moving the brush to the table. Lucy shook her head.

  “Just a little while, Papa,” she said having awakened only a quarter of an hour earlier when the need to relieve her bladder woke her. She had almost put her foot on the floor with the intention of using the chamber pot before she realized that not only was she not to get out of bed by herself, she was diapered and expected to make use of her nappy. She remembered the first time she had done as required and had begun to cry at the remembered shame. It was only the memory that nothing had been said, no undue attention brought to light of the fact that a grown woman had wet herself exactly like an infant that allowed her to again do what her Papa desired. Lucas sensed her unease though misunderstood the reason. He gently pulled the covers back before sitting on the bed and pulling her onto his lap. He kissed the top of her head. She instantly relaxed against his chest feeling loved and secure in his arms.

  “Miss Molly told me you were a very good girl for her,” Lucas said watching her face closely as he held her chin in his fingers so that she was unable to lower her face. She gave him a soft smile and he saw relief wash across her eyes. “She also told me she had to give you a couple of swats. Tell me, why did Nanny Molly see fit to spank you, Kitten?” Lucy felt her heart stop beating, her face flaming with the memory. She hadn’t truly thought of the swats as a spanking but understood that anytime more than one smack was applied to her bum, it would be considered as such.

  “Please, Pa…Papa, I…I’m too embarrassed,” she said quietly wishing she could look away. Lucas shook his head, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

  “Kitten, there is no need to ever be embarrassed about doing as you are required. You only need to be embarrassed if you know you have done something naughty,” he said setting back a bit. “You promised to be my good girl and, though your Nanny said you were afterwards, the fact remains that she did have to swat your little bottom. Tell me what caused her to do so.” Though Lucy definitely didn’t want to admit to what had caused the swats, she was almost positive her husband already had learned the reason. If she continued to hesitate, or, God forbid, lie about the cause, she was positive her bottom would feel far more than just a couple of swats.

  “I…I didn’t…didn’t want her to take…take my temperature. Not…not like that,” she admitted. “She…she made me…” she paused, her face turning crimson knowing she would never be able to admit what she had been instructed to do. Lucas knew exactly what had caused her to pause but before he could speak, she continued. “She…said I…I was squirming…like a worm.” Lucas hid his smile, the childish expression allowing him to visualize this beautiful little woman over her nanny’s knees, her small body wiggling about in an attempt to avoid having her temperature taken exactly as a child a decade or so younger would do.

  “Did your squirming keep your thermometer out of your little flower?” Lucas asked and wasn’t surprised to see embarras
sment color her face at the words he often used to describe her most private opening. She shook her head miserably, remembering the awful glass tube being slid into her bottom. “Answer me properly, Lucille,” Lucas warned.

  “No…no, Papa. It…it didn’t,” Lucy said, her bottom lip quivering. Lucas released her chin and hugged her to his chest. Her hands gripped his shirt, her face buried as tightly as possible against him. “I…I don’t lik… like it, Papa,” she said. “I…I’m not sick. Please…please, don’t let her do it again.” Lucas shook his head.

  “Tell me, Kitten, did it hurt your bottom when I put my thumb inside?” he asked knowing it hadn’t hurt her at all. Lucy gave a soft moan, her bottom clenching at the naughty, shameful memory of how it had felt when he had pushed his thumb inside her causing her to explode intensely when he demanded she take her pleasure. When she shook her head and whispered that it hadn’t, he continued. “Lucille, my thumb is fatter than your thermometer so we both know it didn’t hurt when your Nanny put it inside your little flower. Your Papa and your Nanny know what is best for you, little one. You will have your temperature taken, up your bottom, at least once every day. It is for your own good so that we can make sure you are nice and healthy. I suggest you stop worrying about whether or not you like it for, Lucille, if I hear that you do not obediently lie still over your Nanny’s lap, open your bottom cheeks wide and remain still until your Nanny is finished taking your temperature, I promise you will discover far more uncomfortable things can and will be inserted into your bottom-hole.” Lucy gasped at his words, realizing that he had already known she had been told to open her own cheeks for her nanny. Lucas didn’t repeat his warning. If his little one disobeyed, she would discover he never, ever made idle promises. He continued to hold her a few more minutes before moving her off his lap. She stood at the side of the bed as he went to the closet to retrieve her clothing. At his return, he placed the clothing on the bed and ordered her to lift her arms. She did and he pulled her gown over her head. He bent forward and kissed each nipple, laving them with the tip of his tongue until she was squirming for a totally different reason. Her reaction was precious when he smiled at her and whispered that he liked it when his little girl squirmed like a little worm under her Papa’s tongue. Lucy moaned deeply, her sex flooding as he grinned and lifted her to place her on the bed. She wanted him to keep kissing her, to use his mouth on her nipples, to teach her another lesson in the incredible ways of pleasure. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkling as he kissed her once more before guiding her to her back. Lucy gave a small moan when he removed her diaper cover and then unpinned her diaper, exposing her to the cool air. She shuddered and then shut her eyes tightly as her Papa gently washed and dried her. Lucas knew she was embarrassed but simply bent to place a kiss on her stomach.

  “I’m very proud of you, Kitten. You were my very good girl though I know it is hard for you,” he said softly.

  “Papa?” she whispered as if unsure if she could ask a question. He looked at her, a soft smile on his face.

  “What, sweetie?” he said gently, his fingers reaching to caress a sweet nipple. Lucy shivered. Her nipple instantly puckering and she found herself wishing he’d give it a kiss as well.

  “Wh…why must I…I use my nap…nappy? It makes Mo…Miss Molly have to work harder. I…I don’t like it either,” she managed to say. Lucas didn’t immediately answer. He gave her other nipple a quick caress and then bent to lightly kiss both buds. He then sat on the bed and drew his naked wife onto his lap. Lucy shivered and cuddled into him as he placed one arm around her waist, the other going to cup her small bottom. She didn’t seem aware that he was listening to her soft moan and feeling her body begin to quiver. He gave her a kiss on her forehead before he spoke.

  “Don’t concern yourself with the work that your nanny is required to do, Lucille. It is your nanny’s job and mine to make sure you are properly taken care of to keep you safe and healthy. Just like having your temperature taken, it doesn’t matter if you like or dislike what is required of you. It is your job to simply do as you are told.” He paused and was silent for several minutes before continuing. “Kitten, it is a pleasure to take care of you. Papas want to take care of their little ones. Papas want their special girls to know that they are proud to be able to do everything for them. I know that using a nappy is new for you, Lucy, but, honey, it is something you will grow accustomed to doing for your Papa. Allowing yourself to accept the need for your Papa or your nanny to tend to you in such intimate ways, such as changing your nappy, taking your temperature or giving you an enema either for simple cleansing or punishment, teaches you to accept your vows to submit and be the little one that you promised to be.”

  Though she knew she would always be embarrassed at being diapered and changed, Lucy found herself understanding at least a bit about his requirements. She couldn’t deny that being diapered and changed, having her temperature taken in her bottom and even the enemas she had been given did make her feel much younger and smaller than her actual age and size. As she relaxed in her husband/Papa’s arms, she also couldn’t deny the fact that Lucas made her feel cared for and very much loved.

  “Does that answer your question, little one?” Lucas asked.

  “Ye…yes, Papa,” she whispered, and Lucas gave her a tight hug before patting her bottom and kissing her lightly. He set her onto her feet and soon had her dressed and her hair freshly brushed, a ribbon holding it off her face.

  “There’s my Kitten. Ready to go play?” he asked as he placed the brush on the table and stood. Lucy nodded, the earlier embarrassment exchanged for excitement. She couldn’t wait to see what delights the train could offer.

  “Yes, Papa, I’m ready,” she said, her smile making Lucas smile as well. He bent and kissed her gently before taking her hand and leading her from their room, thermometers and nappies forgotten.

  Chapter 5

  “I want you to meet a sweet young lady, Kitten,” Lucas said as they walked hand in hand through the cars. “I know you saw her at luncheon. They are traveling to their home, which I’ve discovered is quite near Hunter’s Ridge. It will be nice to make a new little friend won’t it?” Lucy nodded and found herself eager to meet the girl she had briefly seen during luncheon.

  “Is…is her Papa her husband?” Lucy asked not knowing whether the girl was under the authority of a guardian, as she had been under Edward at Wintercrest for several months until she married Lucas, or was wed. Lucas grinned and nodded.

  “Yes, her Papa is Lord Northbridge. Her name is Emmaline but her Papa and her nanny call her Emmie. I want you to remember to be my good girl, Kitten.”

  “Yes, Papa, I promise,” Lucy said, knowing without a hint of doubt that the man she had wed and vowed to obey would never hesitate to make sure she understood he said exactly what he meant and would make sure his bride never, ever forgot that fact. She briefly wondered if this girl was also treated as young as she was – did she have to wear and even use nappies? Lucy blushed at the thought but hoped the girl would be friendly. Perhaps they could even share their feelings about the roles they played. As they approached the final car, she paused and Lucas glanced down at her. Lucy gave him a small smile and then lifted herself onto her tiptoes and brushed her lips across his cheek.

  “Thank you for letting me meet her, Papa. I love you,” she said and his heart nearly burst. He bent and kissed her far more passionately, loving the sound of her soft moan as his lips claimed hers. When he released her, her face was flushed a lovely pink.

  “Not nearly as much as I love you, Kitten.” He opened the door and knew that if Lucy had not been living for the past several months observing her own twin in dual roles as Edward’s wife and child-bride, this meeting might be awkward. As it was, he could practically feel his little one quivering with excitement. The car seemed full of activity as children of all ages were engaged in play. Lucy had eyes for none of them. She had seen the woman from the dining car, seated at a table at the far end
of the car, playing a game of Jackstraws with a man who was most likely her own Papa. Lucas had to tighten his grip on Lucy’s hand in order to keep her from running through the car. He led her to the table and was pleased to see Emmaline slip from her seat to give him a beautiful little curtsy.

  “Hello again, Emmaline,” Lucas said. “I’d like you to meet my little girl. Lucy, this is Emmaline Northbridge.” Lucy smiled and the other woman smiled back.

  “Hello,” Lucy said softly.

  “Hi, Lucy,” Emmie said. Lucas turned Lucy’s attention to the man who was still seated at the table as it was unnecessary for a gentleman to rise when a child was being introduced.

  “Lucy, this is Lord Northbridge, Emmaline’s Papa,” Lucas said. Lucy smiled and gave the man a proper curtsy.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” Lucy said, her eyes lowered in respect as was proper. Stefan Northbridge was instantly charmed by the small beauty.

  “The pleasure is mine, Lucy,” Stefan said. “Would you and your Papa like to join Emmie and me in a game?” Lucy would rather have been allowed to play with Emmaline alone but politely nodded.

  “Yes, Sir, if my Papa allows,” she said properly giving the choice to her husband. The four were soon seated, the thin sticks of the game gathered in Lucy’s fist. She released the bundle in the center of the table and then concentrated hard to gather only those that she could without allowing another stick to move. Lucas enjoyed simply watching her and wondered if she realized that the tip of her little tongue would move to lick her lower lip when she was concentrating the hardest. His cock jumped in his pants remembering how that same tongue had felt on his shaft. He was a man who truly enjoyed the sexual act, but never before had any woman caused his thoughts to constantly return to enjoying those acts with her alone. Lucy moved a stick and sat back with a sigh. She gathered the sticks and passed them to her new friend. As Emmaline began her own turn, Lucas leaned towards his wife and gave her a kiss on her cheek.