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  “Not yet, sweetie,” Molly informed her and opened the box on the table. Lucy felt her stomach flip as she watched her nanny remove the thermometer. “Go ahead and roll over onto your tummy,” Molly instructed as she placed the thermometer into the container of lubricant she had opened. Lucy understood that her obedience was being tested even as she reluctantly obeyed. Molly quickly pushed a pillow under Lucy’s hips, lifting her bottom before she lifted her gown. The silky fabric slid down to partially cover Lucy’s hips when Molly released it. Frowning, Molly pushed it up again and then again until it was practically at Lucy’s neck.

  “We shall have to do something about your gowns, Lucy. It would be a dreadful shame if this pretty fabric got sticky from your lube or your salve,” Molly said as she took the thermometer from the jar of lube, wiping it clean and then shaking it down before dipping just the very end back into the jar. Lucy didn’t speak, her eyes seeming locked on the object that her nanny held in one hand. With her free hand, Molly smiled and reached down to pat Lucy’s bottom. “You know what to do, Missy, wide open if you please.” Lucy shuddered but obediently put her hands behind her, spreading her own bottom cheeks open. Molly was very pleased with her obedience, slowly and carefully inserting the thermometer into Lucy’s bottom. Molly remained standing at the side of the bed, holding the end of the glass tube. Lucy was very grateful that she didn’t remove and reseat it several times as she had done before. After a few minutes, Lucy gave a small whimper of discomfort though Molly knew it came from embarrassment at her position and condition, not from any physical pain. “Settle,” Molly said firmly, the single word enough to find Lucy once more lying still as time seemed to drag by until Lucy finally felt the tube being slowly removed.

  “Wonderful, your temperature is normal,” Molly said once more patting Lucy’s rear. When Lucy let out her breath in relief, Molly smiled. “Stay still, I’m going to apply the salve to your bottom and legs. It is helping you heal much faster. You can’t even tell this little bottom got a spanking earlier though you do have some welts from your switching that haven’t disappeared.” Lucy nodded, her eyes eventually drifting closed as her nanny tended to her, her fingers gently applying the soothing salve. Molly gently parted Lucy’s cheeks having seen a small welt when Lucy had spread her own cheeks apart. Lucy gave a soft moan but didn’t complain.

  “You were very good, little one,” Molly said as she wiped her hands clean. “I’m so happy that I can tell your Papa that you behaved even though I know you don’t like having your temperature taken in your bottom.” Lucy blushed but nodded. She was also very grateful she had been the good girl she had promised to be. Molly let the salve dry for several minutes before removing the pillow beneath Lucy’s hips and drawing her gown down to cover her nakedness. She pulled the covers up and tucked Lucy into the bed. She bent and kissed Lucy’s cheek.

  “Sleep well, little one. Your Papa will join you in a bit.”

  “Good night, Miss Molly,” Lucy said sleepily, her doll held tight in her arms again. Molly tucked the pacifier into Lucy’s mouth, ready to scold if Lucy spit it from her mouth. Molly was very pleased to see Lucy’s eyes close, her mouth working the pacifier slowly but steadily, the gentle rocking of the train lulling her into sleep. Bending, Molly kissed her once more before lowering the wick in the lamp leaving the room illuminated by a soft glow. She left the room quietly knowing Bertha would join her after Emmie was put to bed. Molly was excited, and after feeding Cleo, she tidied the room and opened the door when a soft knock sounded. The two nannies were soon talking and knitting, enjoying an hour or so of time to themselves. Bertha continued to give Molly advice and encouragement in her duties as a new nanny as the special women they served slept in their Papa’s beds.

  Chapter 6

  “I can’t believe that you know Eleanor,” Lucas chuckled as he and Stefan enjoyed a cigar and a glass of brandy in the well-appointed smoking car. “I’ve known her for years and often visited her school but never saw your sweet little Emmaline.”

  “Well, since you arrived back in the country only a short time ago, I can understand why,” Stefan said. “Emmie was betrothed to me when she was but a young girl. I have known her family for years. I decided that when she reached her majority I would place her into Eleanor’s school. She spent six months in training and we wed immediately afterwards. If you’d come home a year earlier, I’m sure you would have seen her among Eleanor’s charges.” Lucas nodded and smiled remembering the many young women Eleanor had trained and placed in marriage with men that would treasure her students as the special women-child brides who craved the submissive lifestyle.

  Stefan smiled remembering every detail of his wife’s schooling. “I’m a man that doesn’t like a lot of fuss and had no desire to spend my time training my child-wife for what I would be expecting. Eleanor did a wonderful job. By the time I wed my Emmie, she had become a very obedient little girl who understood her need for a strict but loving Papa.” He paused to take a sip of his drink. “Granted, Eleanor had to redden her bottom quite often at first as Emmie tended to be slow to abide by all her rules. I must say, I rather looked forward to the weekly reports that Eleanor sent to my home. I could follow every aspect of Emmie’s training without all the work. I would visit once a month and it was always quite entertaining having my little girl confess all her transgressions knowing she would end the visit over my lap, dress well up, drawers down and getting her little bottom blistered. It really is quite fascinating how Eleanor seems to be able to teach these special women how to bend but not break. I might not enjoy a lot of fuss but I most certainly enjoy occasionally having to tame Emmie’s wild spirit.” Lucas smiled though he was finding the training of his own special little one under his tutelage immensely satisfying and couldn’t imagine missing a single moment or allowing another to teach his bride.

  “I suppose the world isn’t as large as one tends to believe,” Lucas stated. “Imagine, we meet on this train, the very first train trip either of our girls have enjoyed, you not only know Eleanor, you sent your Emmie to her and we discover your home is but a short distance from Hunter’s Ridge.” Stefan laughed and the men talked for another hour about various subjects. They played a few hands of cards with another few gentlemen but when asked if they would like another drink, they both declined. Stefan chuckled and informed the men that Lucas was a newlywed. Though most of the men gave Lucas knowing smiles, one gentleman simply snorted.

  “Better bed her while you can, young man,” the man said, “Too soon she will no longer be your blushing bride eager for your embraces. They all start out pretending great love and if not exactly willing to allow you into their bed, they don’t attempt to deny you your husbandly rights. I tell you, it won’t last long. Before you know it, she will plead headaches or fatigue and you’ll be lucky to climb on top of her once a month after she births your first child.” Stefan and Lucas smiled, both knowing that was exactly why they had desired to find the special women who truly lived to submit and obey. Both men had seen many marriages become cold, each couple drawing away from their spouse; the men to take mistresses to satisfy their lust, the women willing to look the other way, contenting themselves with running a household, gossiping with other women such as themselves or raising children. Though both men knew that their wives’ roles would change again if and when they were blessed with children, both also knew that behind the closed door of their bedchamber, they would remain little ones to their Papas for the rest of their lives subject to the same submission and obedience their roles demanded today, both eager for their husbands embraces. Until then, each intended to enjoy their special little ladies immensely. As Lucas and Stefan left the smoking car, they both knew that they had their precious brides snuggled into their beds and cherished them all the more for their submission and absolute love.

  The men parted as each sought their own chambers. Lucas saw his bride sleeping, her lips slightly parted, the pacifier she had been obviously suckling now lying on the pillow
beside her, having fallen from her sweet lips. Lucas smiled knowing the pacifier served many purposes. Introducing it as an object from which his little one could draw comfort allowed Lucy to become used to having something large filling her mouth. As she would be put down to nap and sleep with it every day, her jaws would grow stronger which would allow her to offer her mouth for her husband’s pleasure for a longer time without tiring. The infantile object made a wonderful gag as well. There was a strap that could be threaded through the ring of the pacifier and fastened at the back of Lucy’s head which would make sure it remained deep in her mouth, rendering even her loudest cries or pleas for mercy muffled and incoherent if she ever needed her bottom thrashed without drawing unwanted attention. While Lucas would never care if members of his family, staff, or his closest friends bore witness to Lucy’s cries and promises of better behavior during a punishment, he had no intention of subjecting her to the scrutiny of strangers outside this type of lifestyle who didn’t understand the special dynamics involved between the couple.

  He moved the pacifier to the small table beside the bed which was occupied by her hairbrush in case he needed an implement within easy reach to spank her bottom, and the box that contained the new thermometer he had purchased from Eleanor. His fingertips ran across the top of the box and he smiled again knowing that even something as matter-of-fact as having to take her temperature in the manner of children, on her tummy, holding the tube in her bottom instead of under her tongue, also served as far more than a means to make sure she had no fever. Having to actively participate in the ritual by using her own hands to hold the globes of her sweet bottom apart in order to offer her back passage to her nanny to make the insertion of the thermometer into her bottom easier, was teaching Lucy submission and obedience despite any shame she might feel at the requirement. Lucas fully intended to have his bride in every way a man could have a woman. Allowing Lucy to become at least accustomed, if not comfortable, with having her bottom-flower exposed and invaded would most certainly help her submit when he decided to take her anally.

  Lucas moved Nellie off the bed as well. Though he had thought it precious to find Lucy entertaining herself by talking to her doll and brushing her hair while she waited for either her new nanny or her Papa to come get her out of bed after her nap, he intended to engage his bride in far more adult activities when he joined her in their marriage bed. He pulled back the covers of the bed. Lucy gave a soft moan of discomfort when the warmth of her sleep was abruptly disturbed. Lucas knelt at the side of the bed, his hand running softly up and down her arm as he drew her from her sleep. He felt her skin pebble into goose bumps under his fingertips as her eyes slowly opened.

  “Papa,” she said sleepily, allowing him to help her to kneel on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her small fists. Lucas’ heart lurched and his cock swelled.

  “Yes, Kitten, it’s your Papa. Lift your arms for Papa,” he said and then removed her sheer gown when she obeyed. Her nipples instantly puckered, her hands lifting to cover them in an effort to warm herself from the sudden chill.

  “No, Lucille,” Lucas said softly as he stood. “You know not to touch yourself. Put your arms behind your back so that Papa can look at your sweet little titties.” Lucy shuddered and felt her moisture began to gather between her thighs as she obeyed his soft but firm command. Lucas reached out and cupped her breasts in his palms. Lucas blushed as he gently bounced each globe as if weighing them. His thumbs moved to rub across her nipples causing her to throw back her head and moan softly, her stomach flipping and her heart beginning to pound.

  “Eyes,” Lucas said and she met his blue ones with her own, hers filled with pleasure at what his fingers were doing. When he was sure she was focused on him, Lucas added a finger to his thumb and began to pinch her nipples slowly but didn’t stop until each was tightly compressed. Lucy tried to pull away by bending backwards but the movement only caused the pull to increase. She stopped attempting to move away realizing she would find no relief until her husband chose to release his hold. She moved forward until she was once again kneeling before him.

  “I’m sorry, Pa…Papa,” she said softly realizing she was being warned to remember one of his rules set down from the day they wed, a rule she was having a difficult time obeying. Her body now belonged to her husband, her Papa. She was never to attempt to hide any part of herself from him. Her modesty did not concern him. If he wished to strip her naked and have her display herself, that was his right and it was her duty to submit. Lucas nodded in response to her apology but did not yet release his hold on her sensitive buds. She gasped loudly when one nipple was released and then moaned deeply when she felt a sharp slap against her breast. A small cry sounded as her other breast received its own swat.

  “That is but a very small taste of what you will feel if you continue to forget,” Lucas said firmly. “If I need to repeat the lesson, Lucille, you will find that your bottom is not the only place a Papa can spank his little one.” Lucy trembled but nodded, her eyes remaining glued to his, her face scarlet as the meaning of his words became crystal clear though she had never dreamed such a thing was ever done.

  “Ye…yes, Papa,” she whispered, her hands gripping her elbows behind her back in an effort to remain completely still.

  “Spread your knees apart,” Lucas ordered and she instantly obeyed, opening herself to him. Lucas smiled at her quick obedience. “That’s my good girl,” he praised and then bent forward to kiss her. Lucy’s body responded, her sex moistening even further, her nipples growing even harder when his fingers gently caressed the skin he had just punished. As his mouth left hers to place a kiss on each of her nipples, she shuddered at both the intense pleasure as well as the knowledge that he could and most certainly would spank her tender breasts and nipples if he found her forgetting his rules.

  Lucas pulled away and she watched as he undressed. She blushed seeing his erection, his cock standing straight out from his body, his desire unquestioned and realized she was aching with the need for him to take her. He approached the bed and lifted her from where she knelt, moving her as he climbed into the bed. She smiled and relaxed as he lay back and pulled her to lie atop him, her naked body shivering just a bit. Lucy moaned when his hands descended to cup her bottom, pressing her against him. She could feel his erection beneath her belly and felt his hard chest against her tender nipples. Lucas slowly pulled her up his body until her face hovered over his. He placed a hand behind her head, drawing her mouth to meet his. As he kissed her, she moaned again, her stomach flipping as her blood began to race through her veins. Lucas deepened the kiss, demanding entrance to her mouth so that he could explore every crevice with his tongue. Lucy’s soft moans and sighs of pleasure as well as her squirming finally forced the kiss to end.

  “Is my girl ready for another lesson?” Lucas asked teasingly. Lucy’s face flushed but she nodded, a bit breathless from the intensity of his kiss as well as from the look of desire in his eyes.

  “Y…yes, Papa,” she whispered, her heart pounding as her body quivered with the memory of pleasures he had been teaching her since the day they wed.

  Lucas lifted her slightly to move her to sit, her legs straddling his hips, his erection trapped beneath her bottom. Lucy blushed as she felt it twitch beneath her and then moaned as Lucas began to slide her body along its length. She felt a gush of wetness flow from her realizing the evidence of her own desire was coating his cock with every delicious slide of her body along his thick shaft.

  “You told me you like to ride horses, do you remember?” he asked, his cock pulsing and twitching every time he drew her up and down his shaft. She tilted her head to the side as if confused at the question but nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I’m going to teach you to ride my cock.” Her eyes grew wider as she felt her body respond to his words. Lucas stopped his movements and lifted one hand to stroke her cheek.

  “Lift your bottom up, Kitten,” he said gently. She obeyed, her hands braced against his br
oad chest as she lifted herself, her weight on her knees. “Take your hand and guide my cock into your pussy,” he continued. Lucy hesitated for just a moment but he soon felt her small hand encircle his shaft, lifting it and attempting to do as he ordered. His length caused her to lift her bottom higher and she clumsily tried to guide the head of his cock to her slick opening. Lucas stifled a groan as she missed her target and his cock nudged against the puckered opening of her bottom. Lucy froze as she realized exactly where his cock was placed, the tip already slick with both his wetness and hers.

  “You aren’t quite ready for that lesson, little one,” Lucas said and loved the color that immediately suffused her skin. “Try again.” Lucy moved her body slightly and released her breath when she felt him at the proper opening. “Eyes on mine,” Lucas reminded softly and she obeyed, her own eyes shining with her desire. “That’s my good girl. Lower yourself, Kitten, mount my cock, take it into your pussy.” Lucy moaned as he filled her, stretching her in a way that she hadn’t felt before. She lowered herself slowly, allowing her muscles to adjust to his thickness. Lucas fought his desire to thrust his hips up to make the seating go faster, he was so ready to take her. But he allowed her to discover the pleasure of endless possibilities on her own.

  “Like…like this, Papa?” Lucy asked, her voice sounding breathless as she lowered herself another inch.