of feeling Lucas’ fingers tugging against her curls. “Are you…you going to shave me?” she asked, her heart hammering.
“Yes, poppet,” Eleanor said, and smiled at the woman. “Little ones do not have hair between their legs, hiding their pussies.” Her blunt words confirmed Lucy’s thought, and she swallowed hard.
“Do... does Luc... Lucas know?” she asked, and then realized it was a stupid question. Of course her husband would know!
“Yes, Lucille, this is what your papa wishes, just as he wishes you to obey me,” Eleanor reminded, and then leaned forward with the brush. “Now, I want you to be very still, though this might tickle a bit.” Eleanor applied a thick layer of shaving soap over Lucy’s pubic hair and picked up the razor. “That was a good girl,” Eleanor said, and again met Lucy's eyes. “Don't move as I don't wish to cut your sweet kitty.”
Lucy couldn’t watch. Her eyes had slammed shut, her breath barely moving her chest as she felt Eleanor’s hand press against her inner thigh. She moaned as she felt the first swipe of the razor and tensed as if waiting to feel pain. She gradually relaxed, as the shaving continued without incident. Lucy felt a wet cloth being pressed against her sex and opened her eyes to see that Eleanor had set aside the razor and was rinsing away the soap. Lucy's eyes widened as Eleanor removed the cloth. While she had never truly thought about her pubic hair, Lucy had also never once considered having it removed. She looked pink and bare, her pubic mons seeming to be far more prominent, and she could see the full lips of her sex, slightly parted.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned and then shut her eyes when she was again lathered. The darkness her closed lids provided didn’t keep Lucy from registering the sensations she felt as Eleanor made sure to remove every hair, her fingers sliding between Lucy’s vulva lips. Her eyes flew open when she was instructed to stand, turn, bend forward and place her palms flat on the small stool. The reason for the embarrassing position became clear when Lucy learned that one’s bottom cheeks could be parted and shaved as well.
She startled when Eleanor’s fingers ran once more over her sex once she’d been allowed to straighten. “Even though these little curls were just as pretty as your hair, your papa wishes nothing to cover your little honeypot and now you are nice and smooth.”
Lucy found she couldn’t speak or even look at Eleanor as she was led, still naked, to another small stool that had been placed before the large fireplace that took up most of the outer wall of the room. Lucy welcomed the heat from the flames against her chilled skin as Eleanor gently ran a brush through Lucy’s hair countless times, before the heavy mass began to dry. Lucy had sat stiffly, her back ramrod-straight at the first pull of the brush, but discovered the oil had indeed worked its magic as there were no tangles for the bristles to work through. By the time her hair was dry and laying like a golden shawl over her shoulders to cover her breasts and down her back to touch the beginning swells of her small bottom, she was limp and totally relaxed. She almost regretted having to stand when Eleanor helped her up.
Lucy saw a white garment on the bed and watched as Eleanor lifted it. Lucy blushed, the nightgown like nothing she had seen before. It appeared to be almost translucent, and as it was pulled over her body, she felt her nipples harden and her sex begin to pulse as the fabric slipped across her skin. Eleanor turned the girl to face her.
“You are indeed a beautiful young woman, Lucille,” Eleanor said, softly. “Lucas is a lucky man.” Seating herself in one of the large armchairs, she guided Lucy to sit on the floor at her feet.
“I know that what I am about to discuss should come from your mother, little one,” Eleanor said, and Lucy felt her eyes well as she’d had to push aside deep yearning for both of her parents from the moment she’d made her choice at the ball.
Eleanor reached out and gently stroked a finger down Lucy’s cheek. “I am sorry for your loss, Lucy. If there is ever a time a young woman needs her mother’s advice, her wedding night is that time. I am honored to be able to help you in your