Louisa Revealed by Maggie Ryan Page A

eyes to his, hers wet with tears, her lip trembling.   She was the picture of abject misery, a
perfect portrayal of a little girl knowing she had been very naughty and was just
moments away from paying a painful price.   Edward’s heart swelled with love for his little bride, though he
continued to demand her embarrassing participation in her own chastisement.
    “Tell me truthfully, little lady; when did you
feel your sweet little pussey becoming wet?”  
    She sobbed knowing she had lost and admitted the
awful truth.   “When… when you told
me to pre… present my bot… bottom to the ca…   cane and ask…   ask for an extra stroke.”  
    Edward was extremely pleased with her
answer.   He had learned within days
of their marriage that she responded to punishment in a surprising, but
extremely pleasing, way.   Though he
had curtailed her true training for several weeks now, it seemed as if her body
would constantly betray her. With this latest confession, he learned that she
was also responding to his voice and commands as well, without his even laying
a hand on her.   “That’s my very good
little girl.   I am pleased you spoke
the truth, Louisa.   It is a shame I
had to spank your little bottom in order for you to answer me, though.   It seems my sweet one is in need of much
attention today.   You have so many
lessons to learn and, sweetie, you need not worry about what anyone else might
think or believe.   Your job is to
worry about obeying me ; not society. I will decide
what is proper or not. I know you must be a bit confused, but that doesn’t
negate the need for punishment, does it?”  
    She broke and began to sob, “Please… please Sir…
please don’t spank me again.”   Edward reached up and stroked her cheek, his thumbs wiping away the
tears as they fell from her eyes.   “But I must.   I must teach
you to be a good girl, Louisa.   You
have only begun to learn what I demand of you, and we will discuss this
further.   However, our time alone
grows short, and I need to tend properly to your little bottom.   First we need to address your
deceit.”   Louisa began to shake even
harder as he took her hand and led her to the washstand.   He looked down at her and said, “You
know that I will never tolerate lying, young lady.   Lying is a very nasty habit, which will
always be punished.   Open your mouth
and stick out your tongue.”
    Louisa’s face turned red, as she did as he
ordered.   She stood beside him, her
mouth open as she watched him pour some water into the bowl on the washstand.   He picked up the bar of soap and a
cloth.   She began to whimper as he
worked a large amount of suds into the cloth and then turned to her.   She took a step back and shook her head
as he raised the cloth to her mouth.
    “Don’t” was all he said, his voice low, but his
authority absolute.   He put one hand
behind her head to hold her in place.   His eyes locked with hers and she found herself opening her mouth even
wider.   He pushed the horrid cloth
inside and began to scrub every inch of her mouth.   Louisa began to struggle against his
hold, the soap filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.   He ignored her gasps, easily able to
restrain her small body with just the hold of his one hand.   “Be still, Louisa.   Naughty, deceitful children need to have
their mouths washed out.   A good
soaping will help you remember to choose your words more carefully.   Stick that tongue out for Papa.”  
    Shame engulfed her as she gagged, but obediently
offered him her tongue.   He scrubbed
the entire surface of her tongue making sure soap covered every inch.   He made sure to scrub the surface of
every tooth and the roof of her mouth.   Soap was foaming from her lips as he finally removed the cloth.   She gagged again, wanting to retch into
the bowl.  
    “You will keep your mouth closed and think about
why little girls should never lie to their Papas.   You lied to Mrs.