Homecoming Read online

  “Hush … shhhh, little one … shhh, Papa has you,” Lucas crooned as he rocked her, one arm holding her tight, the other stroking down her back. “Lucy, you are safe … honey, hush.” It was as if she didn’t hear him. Her sobbing continued until she was gasping for breath, unable to take in enough oxygen. Growing concern caused him to stop rocking and to sit her upright on his lap so that her legs straddled his own. Once he allowed her space, her hands instantly began to pummel against his chest, her head shaking from side to side, her small body twisting on his lap in a vain attempt to escape his hold.

  “Stop! That’s enough. Settle down!” Lucas attempted to calm her again.

  “No! Let me go! Let me go!” she practically screamed, attempting to rise from his lap. Lucas trapped her legs against the sides of the rocker by simply spreading his own legs apart. She began to twist even further, her wet braids flipping about her shoulders, catching his cheek. She arched backwards in an attempt to remove herself from his lap. His eyes narrowed as he grasped her flailing wrists in one hand and ripped the towel from her with the other. She didn’t seem to notice her sudden nudity as she continued to pull against his hold and he feared she would soon truly hurt herself.

  Splat … splat … splat … sounded into the room, his hand landing hard against her naked bottom three times before she seemed to realized what he was doing.

  “No!” she screamed, the swats seeming to revitalize her, instead of breaking through to calm her. “No! Stop … you can’t … I won’t … I won’t!”

  Lucas saw Molly standing in the doorway, her shock at the small woman’s reaction to her room evident by the stunned look on the nanny's face. Molly had thought the room was quite lovely and had already placed Nellie on the small pillow in the crib to help Lucy settle as she took her first nap in her nursery. From the way Lucy appeared to be fighting her Papa, the small woman had a very different opinion.

  Lucy attempted to lean back again, arching away to escape his hold and the hand that continued to swat against her naked nates. “Molly, bring me her brush,” Lucas ordered, as he pulled the struggling girl up tight against his chest again, his free hand trapping both of hers between their bodies. She was now kneeling, her legs unable to move, her bottom no longer seated on his lap, her tummy pressed against his chest.

  “Settle down right this minute,” Lucas warned. “Lucille, if you don’t calm down, I’m going to blister your bottom.” It was like trying to contain a slippery eel. Though tiny, she seemed determined to escape him. When she actually buried her face against his shoulder and bit him, she sealed her fate.

  Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat … the swats came without pause, slapping into her bottom with a force that shocked her and instantly began to turn her pale bottom a darker pink. Molly returned with the brush and Lucas took it, continuing to spank Lucy with barely a pause between hand and brush.

  The brush connected with her bottom with a sharp crack, each stroke causing her bottom to bounce, the skin where the back of the brush connected instantly showing stark white ovals before blooming into a darker red. Lucy shrieked and attempted to pull her hands from his, her bottom churning and bouncing up and down in a desperate attempt to avoid the brush and her husband’s inerrant aim.

  Crack … crack … crack… again and again. Two dozen strokes were rapidly applied to her bottom before the fact that she was even being spanked seemed to finally break through to the struggling young woman. She collapsed against his chest, her face buried in his neck as he delivered a half-dozen additional strokes before finally resting the brush against her blazing crimson posterior. She sobbed and wailed into his neck, her tears drenching his collar.

  “Are you ready to behave?” he asked, his hand moving to cup a roasted cheek. When she didn’t answer, he sighed heavily. He hated having to punish her so soon upon their arrival home. However, it would not do for her to begin her life at Hunter’s Ridge believing she could throw a horrid tantrum and get away with it. “Lucy, you need to answer me. Are you ready to be my good girl and talk to me, or do I need to continue your spanking?”

  Her only response was continued sobbing. Lucas handed the brush to Molly and then lifted her from his chest, turning her over his knees. When his hand again moved to lie across her hot, throbbing bottom, Lucy reared back, both hands flying behind her to cover her scalded cheeks.

  “No … no more … please … no more span … spanking,” she sobbed.

  Lucas was pleased to hear her speak and forgave her for her instinct to protect her already-blistered rear. He moved his hand to cover hers, gently stroking her skin with the tip of his fingers. “Shhh, little one, shhh,” he said repeatedly until her hysterical sobbing began to calm. It was several minutes before Lucy seemed to realize that he was no longer spanking her. When he felt her relax, her small hands sliding from her bottom to grip his leg, he took a deep breath for the first time in several minutes. Praying that she wouldn’t erupt again, Lucas took a chance and lifted her again, moving her small body until he had her cradled on his lap, his arm holding her close, while his free hand accepted a cloth that Molly was holding out to him. He gently wiped the cool cloth across Lucy’s cheeks and then instructed her to blow her nose. When she obeyed, he gave her a gentle hug and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. Another several minutes passed as he simply rocked her—the room silent except for her occasional sniffle, until she had calmed completely.

  “I … I’m sorry,” she spoke quietly against his chest, the knowledge of how she had acted flooding through her. Remembering how she had hit him and then bit him caused her to feel intense shame. Grown women did not do such horrid things. The last time she had bitten anyone, it had been her twin, and they were both no older than four. She felt about four years old, as she flushed with shame at throwing such a childish tantrum yet again. Her bottom was burning and throbbing as if it had a life of its own, a life where its sole purpose was to be hot enough to cook on its surface. Seeing the towel on the floor next to Molly’s boots, she realized that, not only was she naked, her nanny had witnessed her naughty charge receiving the spanking she had attempted to warn Lucy would occur if she didn’t behave. Shame filled her as she wondered what the governess would think if she could see the new Lady Huntington in her freshly decorated nursery. That disrespectful, rude little girl getting her due for her behavior as she sat on her Papa’s lap, her bottom glowing like an ember from a freshly laid fire would most likely cause Lucinda’s eyes to brighten and her lips to curl into an approving smile.

  Chapter 4

  Lucas kept her in his arms for another ten minutes, until he was positive she was done with her tantrum. He lifted Lucy off his lap, standing her in front of him between his knees. He was surprised when she impulsively threw her arms around his neck.

  “I’m sorry … please … please forgive me,” she said, fresh tears adding to the wetness of his shirt. Lucas wrapped his arms around her but only for a moment before taking her arms and pulling her to stand in front of him again.

  “You were a very, very naughty little girl,” he said, and was glad to see her nod. He picked up the brush from the table where Molly had placed it and held it to Lucy’s lips, watching as she obediently pressed her lips against the wooden surface, kissing the implement of her chastisement, as required.

  “Thank … thank you, Papa … thank you for span … spanking me,” she said, knowing it was expected. She finally accepted the fact that her behavior had earned her the spanking, also realizing it could have been far, far worse.

  “Your nanny will put you in the corner on your naughty stool, Lucille. I want you to think about your behavior and be ready to discuss your reason for throwing yet another tantrum when I return.” Molly stepped forward and took Lucy’s arm. Lucas stood and watched as Molly led Lucy to the corner.

  Lucy allowed Molly to guide her to sit, but once her bottom contacted the stool, she shot to her feet, her hands once more cupping her bottom. Looking down, she saw a mat draped across the stool, dozens of hard bumps and short, stiff fibers waiting to bite into her bottom. Her bottom lip quivering, she looked up at her husband. “Plea … please, Papa … please….”

  “Sit down, Kitten,” Lucas said, softly moving to her as Molly stepped away.

  “It … it hurts,” Lucy said, a fresh tear sliding down her cheek.

  “I know, little one,” Lucas said, taking her hand. “Perhaps your naughty mat will help you focus on better behavior. This is not how I wished you to spend your first day in your nursery, Kitten, but you must learn that I will never tolerate such naughtiness. We’ve spoken many times about tantrums. Now sit—or do I need to roast your bottom again?” Lucy shook her head, and when he guided her down onto the stool, she hissed loudly but remained seated.

  “Nose in the corner, feet flat on the floor, weight on your mat,” Lucas further instructed, and was pleased when she obeyed. He ignored the soft sound of her fresh crying, as he knew that the lesson of the naughty mat would be imprinted on both her mind as well as her tender flesh. He stepped away, motioning for Molly to follow. They left the nursery but paused in the doorway of Molly’s room, able to keep an eye on the small woman in the corner.

  “Do you know which trunk holds the nursery items Eleanor packed for Lucy?” Lucas asked. At Molly’s nod, he continued, “Good, have Philip find it for you and take one of the bottles to Edith. Have her warm some milk and fill it. I should be ready for you to bring it to me in an hour. If our little girl wishes to throw tantrums like a spoiled baby, I intend to treat her as one. When the other trunks are ready, you can direct the servants where each goes. Any that go into the nursery, have them put into the hall. We can tend to them after I tend to Lucy.”

  Molly nodded, knowing that Lucy was in for a further lesson. “I’ll take care of everything, Sir,” she promised, and then left her room, gently closing the door behind her.

  Lucas walked back into the nursery. Though pleased to hear nothing but the occasional sniffle coming from the corner, he wasn’t pleased to see that she was no longer bending forward as required. Lucy had scooted back on her stool to allow her red cheeks to hang off the back of the stool as she attempted to avoid the painful mat. Her hands were no longer across her back, and her nose was not even close to where it belonged.

  “Lucille, is that how you are supposed to sit when you are on your naughty stool in the corner?” he asked. She hesitated, giving a soft moan even as she slowly shook her head. He watched as she bent forward, pressing her nose back against the wall. “Place your spanked bottom onto your naughty mat, unless you’d like to have me freshen your spanking first.” As much as he understood that the mat caused her bottom to itch horribly, adding discomfort to the burning from her paddling, he also knew he needed this corner time to make a very lasting impression on his little one. It wouldn’t do for her to believe that he would go easy on her when she had been so naughty, despite his desire to simply pick her up and cradle her close.

  “You aren’t lounging comfortably, little one, you are being punished because you were a naughty little girl.” Lucas didn’t even consider letting her up until all sniffling had silenced. Once she was quiet, her entire body still as she accepted her punishment, he made her sit for another fifteen minutes before calling to her again. “Come here, Lucille.”

  She stood, moaning a bit, but though she was desperate to rub either her nose or her bottom, she remembered to keep her arms behind her. She walked to where her husband was seated on the ottoman, her skin flushing as she saw him rake his eyes up and down her nude frame. When she was just a foot from him, Lucas casually unbuttoned his pants, not speaking as he withdrew his cock. Her face turned as scarlet as her rear, and her eyes flew to the two doors of her room.

  “Lucille.” Lucas said the one word, and her eyes moved back to meet his. “Do what is required immediately or I shall repeat the lesson. I don’t care if every member of this household walks through those doors to see exactly how naughty little bottoms look after a spanking, or how a naughty wife makes her penance.”

  Lucy slowly sank to her knees before him. Lifting her eyes to him, she spoke softly. “I’m sorry, Papa. May I make my penance?” He didn’t speak, but simply reached out and put one hand at the back of her head, pulling her forward until her mouth could reach the head of his cock. She opened her lips and took him inside, her heart pounding at his continued silence. She believed he must still be angry, though he had not once raised his voice, not when attempting to calm her, or when he lectured her while she sat on her stool. She felt tears well, not because of his expectations, but because she knew it had been her own behavior that had caused her to be placed on her knees.

  Lucas remained silent as she suckled him, knowing instantly when her attitude changed to that of a truly repentant little one. Though she had said the proper words, her eyes had not reflected the sincerity of her apology. When he felt her relax her stiff pose and then move forward and take him deeply into her mouth, suckling him harder, tasting him with her tongue, one small hand moving to cup his heavy testicles as the other gently stroked his shaft, a soft sound escaping her throat as she worked to pleasure him, he knew she had moved from a naughty, angry woman to a submissive one intent on fulfilling her duty.

  His hand at the back of her head guided her gently as his free hand lowered to stroke her cheek. She paused, her eyes lifting to see him looking down at her. Though her face colored, knowing the sight she made, kneeling nude before her fully-clothed husband, his stiff shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, she felt wetness pool between her legs. She quivered, and he stroked her cheek again.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said, softly. She took a moment to blink back her tears of relief as she saw both forgiveness and love in his eyes before she bent forward again. He let her set the pace until he was prepared to climax. He gently held her to him, his cock moving deeper into her throat a moment before he ejaculated, filling her mouth.

  Lucy moved her hands to his thighs, and remaining in position, did not pull away until he had completely emptied into her mouth.

  Swallowing several times, she then laved and suckled until she was certain he would come from her mouth clean of any of his seed. Once she released him, she gently cupped his softening shaft until he gave her a nod. She replaced him into his pants and buttoned them. The required penance completed, Lucas helped her to her feet, drawing her into his arms. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, her face buried once more in his shirt.

  “I’m really sorry, Papa,” she whispered.

  “I know, Kitten; I know you want to be my good girl.” He led her to the rocker, drawing her onto his lap, her hiss of pain as her ravished rear connected with his clothing guiding him to shift her until she was lying on her hip instead of her raw bottom. “Tell me, Lucy, what caused you to behave so badly?” Lucy remained silent and Lucas allowed her time to gather her thoughts. After a few minutes, he patted her bottom as a gentle reminder, “Kitten, talk to me. Let me see if I can ease your fears.” She lifted her eyes to his, their deep blue color promising to listen.

  “I … I’ve never had a nursery. Not … not like this one. It’s … it really is like a baby’s room. Please … I want to be near you … I … I want to sleep in your bed … with you, Papa. Please … please don’t make me sle … sleep alone.”

  Hearing her voice crack on her last words, Lucas’ heart stuttered. He bent to press a kiss to her forehead. “Kitten, one day you’ll learn it would be far better if you’d talk to me, tell me your fears, before you decide to throw a tantrum. You will sleep in your crib, Kitten,” he paused seeing her eyes start to well. “You’ll take your naps here, little one, and Lucy, you will share my bed every night as my wife.” Her eyes filled with relief as she blinked away her tears. He sighed, “Lucy, you know Louisa took her naps in her nursery and slept with her husband in his bedchambers at night. Why would you think I wouldn’t want you in my bed? I promise, I love nothing more than to have you cuddled next to me.”

  She blushed as his smile changed to one she was more accustomed to seeing when he did delicious, naughty things to her in his bed. She shook her head. “I … I don’t know … I … I was scared that you’d … you’d forget me,” she admitted.

  Lucas rocked her for a few more minutes. “Kitten, I promised not to lose you, and I promise I could never, ever forget you. I love you, Lucy.” His hand reached to cup the charm dangling between her breasts. “My heart, my life, my love, remember?”

  She nodded, her hand moving to cover his. “I remember, Papa.”

  “Is there anything else bothering you?” he asked, giving her hand a squeeze before moving to caress her back, relaxing her more with every minute that passed.

  She started to shake her head but remembered his advice. “Papa? I … I think Miss Browning is unhappy that I’ve come … I don’t think she … she approves of me,” she said, and then held her breath, suddenly thinking that he would disapprove of her questioning any adult.

  It was Lucas’ turn to think before he spoke. They rocked for a bit until he had time enough to replay all that Lucinda had said upon his return home. Had she been rude or unwelcoming? He would never have thought her capable of being so, but, if his own wife felt uneasy about the woman, he knew he needed to give her the benefit of his trust.

  -->