Bremmer as well, and
for that she will be giving you quite a thorough washing herself after your
nap.” Her eyes grew huge and she
shook her head as if begging him to reconsider. Edward simply chuckled and dried his
hands on the towel hanging from the washstand. “I see you remember your last cleansing,
my dear. Again, I take part of the
blame. If I hadn’t forestalled your
training, perhaps the need for a reminder wouldn’t be necessary. Reminded, though, you shall be. Now, you may spit out the soap but
no rinsing. I want the taste of it
coating your mouth while I tend to your bottom.” Louisa spit repeatedly into the bowl
trying desperately to remove all traces of the soap. However, the ridges of her teeth
captured flakes that she was unable to remove without a thorough and repeated
rinsing. Edward pulled her away
from the washstand after wiping her mouth dry. “Come little girl;
enough stalling. It is time
for your spanking and then a nice nap before dinner.” Louisa began to sob harder, though she
didn’t try to pull away as Edward sat himself on the ottoman and pulled her
over his knees.
She struggled as best
she could, her hand flailing behind her as she cried , “You
spanked me already! Please,
Papa, don’t! Please… I’m
sorry!” She found herself tipped
forward, and squealed as she had to use both hands to
grip his leg in an effort to once again find her balance. She was soon wailing, as his hand
connected again and again and again with the already punished skin of her
upturned bottom.
“That was not a proper punishment Louisa. Those little swats were necessary to get
your attention. I will never
consider a few swats enough to discipline my little girl. You deserve far more than that.” Louisa disagreed, as he continued to
ignore her pleas for mercy. His
hand traveled all over her bottom, from the top of her buttocks to the fleshy
curve where her bottom met the tops of her thighs. Once he’d reddened her entire bottom,
his hand moved to travel down the backs of her thighs. She jerked over his lap and one hand
flew back, as she screeched with the pain burning into this very tender area.
“No! Noooo… it hurts! No Papa… no
more… please stop!” Louisa begged, trying to twist off his huge lap, without
success. Edward gave a loud sigh
and to her shock, his hand stopped its incessant attack. Louisa returned her hand to the floor,
sobbing with relief that the horrible spanking was finally over.
Edward smiled, knowing she thought she had
won. He rubbed her hot bottom for a
few moments and then, his voice low, said, “You know better, young lady. Keep your hands down, Louisa. If you
release my leg once more, I shall tie you and add a good, hard paddling to your
punishment,” Edward warned, and waited until she once again gripped his calf,
her sobs growing louder as she realized the spanking was not yet complete. “You will never decide when your
punishment is over. That is my job;
your job, Louisa, is to learn to be a good little girl. Your only job is to learn to obey and
please your Papa. Now, present
yourself properly for the remainder of your spanking. Let’s see how well you remember one of
your very first lessons.”
Louisa’s face flamed even as her legs shifted
apart on their own accord. Edward
watched as she slowly opened herself to him, but was still not satisfied. He placed his hand on her inner thigh
and pushed the leg away.
“Missy, you are deliberately being naughty. Open your legs wide and get up on your
toes, heels turned out. Present
your bottom to your Papa and ask for your spanking.” Louisa sobbed harder, her heart
pounding, as she fought against the shame of the required position. After a quick hard swat on her tender
inner thigh, she was soon arching her back; her legs spread obscenely wide, all
her womanly charms visible to his
for that she will be giving you quite a thorough washing herself after your
nap.” Her eyes grew huge and she
shook her head as if begging him to reconsider. Edward simply chuckled and dried his
hands on the towel hanging from the washstand. “I see you remember your last cleansing,
my dear. Again, I take part of the
blame. If I hadn’t forestalled your
training, perhaps the need for a reminder wouldn’t be necessary. Reminded, though, you shall be. Now, you may spit out the soap but
no rinsing. I want the taste of it
coating your mouth while I tend to your bottom.” Louisa spit repeatedly into the bowl
trying desperately to remove all traces of the soap. However, the ridges of her teeth
captured flakes that she was unable to remove without a thorough and repeated
rinsing. Edward pulled her away
from the washstand after wiping her mouth dry. “Come little girl;
enough stalling. It is time
for your spanking and then a nice nap before dinner.” Louisa began to sob harder, though she
didn’t try to pull away as Edward sat himself on the ottoman and pulled her
over his knees.
She struggled as best
she could, her hand flailing behind her as she cried , “You
spanked me already! Please,
Papa, don’t! Please… I’m
sorry!” She found herself tipped
forward, and squealed as she had to use both hands to
grip his leg in an effort to once again find her balance. She was soon wailing, as his hand
connected again and again and again with the already punished skin of her
upturned bottom.
“That was not a proper punishment Louisa. Those little swats were necessary to get
your attention. I will never
consider a few swats enough to discipline my little girl. You deserve far more than that.” Louisa disagreed, as he continued to
ignore her pleas for mercy. His
hand traveled all over her bottom, from the top of her buttocks to the fleshy
curve where her bottom met the tops of her thighs. Once he’d reddened her entire bottom,
his hand moved to travel down the backs of her thighs. She jerked over his lap and one hand
flew back, as she screeched with the pain burning into this very tender area.
“No! Noooo… it hurts! No Papa… no
more… please stop!” Louisa begged, trying to twist off his huge lap, without
success. Edward gave a loud sigh
and to her shock, his hand stopped its incessant attack. Louisa returned her hand to the floor,
sobbing with relief that the horrible spanking was finally over.
Edward smiled, knowing she thought she had
won. He rubbed her hot bottom for a
few moments and then, his voice low, said, “You know better, young lady. Keep your hands down, Louisa. If you
release my leg once more, I shall tie you and add a good, hard paddling to your
punishment,” Edward warned, and waited until she once again gripped his calf,
her sobs growing louder as she realized the spanking was not yet complete. “You will never decide when your
punishment is over. That is my job;
your job, Louisa, is to learn to be a good little girl. Your only job is to learn to obey and
please your Papa. Now, present
yourself properly for the remainder of your spanking. Let’s see how well you remember one of
your very first lessons.”
Louisa’s face flamed even as her legs shifted
apart on their own accord. Edward
watched as she slowly opened herself to him, but was still not satisfied. He placed his hand on her inner thigh
and pushed the leg away.
“Missy, you are deliberately being naughty. Open your legs wide and get up on your
toes, heels turned out. Present
your bottom to your Papa and ask for your spanking.” Louisa sobbed harder, her heart
pounding, as she fought against the shame of the required position. After a quick hard swat on her tender
inner thigh, she was soon arching her back; her legs spread obscenely wide, all
her womanly charms visible to his
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