met his,
pleading for his mercy. Edward knew
it was so hard for her to speak of such things but knew he wanted an answer,
and demanded it as his due. “You
always become quite wet when I’ve punished, you little one. Tell me, did Headmaster Thorne’s caning
cause your sex to cream?”
Louisa felt her eyes fill, and she finally
answered, “No… no sir. I… I wasn’t
wet down there.”
“Down where? I won’t warn you again, Louisa. Answer me, and do so properly.”
Louisa shook as she felt a tear slide down her
cheek. “Please… please Edward,
please don’t ask me such things. It…
it isn’t pro… proper.” Edward stood
from where he had been kneeling when removing her drawers, and without a word
of warning, simply put one arm around her waist, lifted her off her feet and
bent her over his knee. Even as she
struggled to find some sense of balance in her impossible position, his hand
began to slap onto her bottom, the sounds like gunshots echoing around the
room. Her struggles increased as
her little feet kicked in the air. Soon she was screeching and begging, “No… please no more. Please! Please Sir, I’m sorry!” Edward ignored her cries and continued
to roast her bottom with his large hand.
His voice calm and unhurried, he spoke above the
cracks of his hand, “Answer me properly, little lady. I warned you that my tolerance has come
to an end. If I have to spend every
hour of every day roasting your bottom to teach you respect, then I shall. I’ll continue spanking you until you
answer the question you’ve now been asked twice.”
Louisa screeched as his tempo increased and his
hand began to move down the backs of her legs. The pain was sharp and burning. She finally screamed, “My pussey! It’s my pussey, Papa!” The spanking stopped immediately upon
her response, and she was placed back onto her feet. Her hands flew behind her to clench at
the throbbing skin of her bottom and her feet did a little dance as she jumped
up and down to relieve the fire he had ignited. Edward knew he should not allow her to
attempt to relieve the sting of her spanking, but found he enjoyed what he
called her ‘hot bottom dance.’
He knew he was well on his way to putting his little
one in the proper submissive state. She had finally called him Papa, and he found he had very much missed
that form of address, which he preferred. He smiled, watching her antics for a few moments, before he reached out
and forced her hands from her bottom. “Enough, Louisa. If you
don’t want your bottom to burn, you must learn to answer me immediately, no
matter if the question causes you shame.”
She continued to sob even as she felt his hand
insinuate itself between her tightly clenched legs. He gave her a look of warning, and she
forced herself to ease her feet apart just enough to allow his hand to find its
goal. As his fingers slipped to her
little slit, she sobbed harder, knowing he would find her quite damp
indeed. She felt humiliated at her
body’s betrayal; her tummy clenched and a tingle began between her legs.
Edward kept his fingertip just a breath away
from her sex, as he looked deep into her eyes. “I don’t believe you are being honest,
Louisa. You were bent over with your
bottom bare. You were being caned quite harshly and your little pussey wasn’t
wet? Not at all, my dear? Not even a bit damp?”
It was as if he could read her mind, something
she almost believed he could. Her
face flushed even as she whispered, “Not from him Pa… Papa… just when… when… ” She couldn’t continue.
Edward allowed her a moment to compose herself,
as he removed his hand from between her legs and knelt to remove her boots and
stockings. Once she was completely
nude, he gathered up her clothing and placed them on a small stool. When he turned to face her, she raised
her
pleading for his mercy. Edward knew
it was so hard for her to speak of such things but knew he wanted an answer,
and demanded it as his due. “You
always become quite wet when I’ve punished, you little one. Tell me, did Headmaster Thorne’s caning
cause your sex to cream?”
Louisa felt her eyes fill, and she finally
answered, “No… no sir. I… I wasn’t
wet down there.”
“Down where? I won’t warn you again, Louisa. Answer me, and do so properly.”
Louisa shook as she felt a tear slide down her
cheek. “Please… please Edward,
please don’t ask me such things. It…
it isn’t pro… proper.” Edward stood
from where he had been kneeling when removing her drawers, and without a word
of warning, simply put one arm around her waist, lifted her off her feet and
bent her over his knee. Even as she
struggled to find some sense of balance in her impossible position, his hand
began to slap onto her bottom, the sounds like gunshots echoing around the
room. Her struggles increased as
her little feet kicked in the air. Soon she was screeching and begging, “No… please no more. Please! Please Sir, I’m sorry!” Edward ignored her cries and continued
to roast her bottom with his large hand.
His voice calm and unhurried, he spoke above the
cracks of his hand, “Answer me properly, little lady. I warned you that my tolerance has come
to an end. If I have to spend every
hour of every day roasting your bottom to teach you respect, then I shall. I’ll continue spanking you until you
answer the question you’ve now been asked twice.”
Louisa screeched as his tempo increased and his
hand began to move down the backs of her legs. The pain was sharp and burning. She finally screamed, “My pussey! It’s my pussey, Papa!” The spanking stopped immediately upon
her response, and she was placed back onto her feet. Her hands flew behind her to clench at
the throbbing skin of her bottom and her feet did a little dance as she jumped
up and down to relieve the fire he had ignited. Edward knew he should not allow her to
attempt to relieve the sting of her spanking, but found he enjoyed what he
called her ‘hot bottom dance.’
He knew he was well on his way to putting his little
one in the proper submissive state. She had finally called him Papa, and he found he had very much missed
that form of address, which he preferred. He smiled, watching her antics for a few moments, before he reached out
and forced her hands from her bottom. “Enough, Louisa. If you
don’t want your bottom to burn, you must learn to answer me immediately, no
matter if the question causes you shame.”
She continued to sob even as she felt his hand
insinuate itself between her tightly clenched legs. He gave her a look of warning, and she
forced herself to ease her feet apart just enough to allow his hand to find its
goal. As his fingers slipped to her
little slit, she sobbed harder, knowing he would find her quite damp
indeed. She felt humiliated at her
body’s betrayal; her tummy clenched and a tingle began between her legs.
Edward kept his fingertip just a breath away
from her sex, as he looked deep into her eyes. “I don’t believe you are being honest,
Louisa. You were bent over with your
bottom bare. You were being caned quite harshly and your little pussey wasn’t
wet? Not at all, my dear? Not even a bit damp?”
It was as if he could read her mind, something
she almost believed he could. Her
face flushed even as she whispered, “Not from him Pa… Papa… just when… when… ” She couldn’t continue.
Edward allowed her a moment to compose herself,
as he removed his hand from between her legs and knelt to remove her boots and
stockings. Once she was completely
nude, he gathered up her clothing and placed them on a small stool. When he turned to face her, she raised
her
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