Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,52

or perhaps be instructed to present your nipples to be paddled with a small paddle or whip. Your pussy is another place that can provide a very effective incentive for better behavior. I know you’ve had your bottom spanked, but you might be ordered to hold your cheeks open to accept a spanking between them or to have your bottom-hole smacked.”

Lucy had begun shaking her head the moment her breasts had been mentioned. She had never once contemplated being punished anywhere except on her bottom or the backs of her tender thighs. But despite the shock of hearing such horrid possibilities, her nipples had tightened and she had to pray that the moisture Eleanor had mentioned finding between Lucy’s legs wouldn’t be evident when she stood as she feared some seemed to be leaking down her thigh. Realizing that she was squirming and Eleanor was smiling, Lucy stilled, knowing the teacher most likely knew exactly what sorts of reactions Lucy was having… both at her words and in her body.

“It would be you papa’s decision on which area he wishes to direct his discipline, just as it is his decision on which implements he will choose to administer that punishment,” Eleanor continued. “But, little one, know this. He will also take you to heights of pleasure you can't imagine,” Eleanor said, with a knowing smile. “In fact, while you will certainly beg him often to cease spanking you, I can promise you will do the opposite and be pleading with him not to stop as he teaches you to allow yourself to let go of your inhibitions as you accept the gifts he offers. You will plead for mercy as he forces you to experience sensations that will often consume your very soul. True love is very rare, Lucy. Few men and women are lucky enough to find that one person who allows them to completely and utterly surrender to each other. I believe that you and Lucas are among those few. Do not fear your husband, Lucy. Do not ever question his love for you, as it will be proven every day for the rest of your life, regardless if it is given with a strap or with his possession of your body. Learn to give yourself completely to him, and, my dearest little one, you will find complete happiness in your surrender.”

Lucy couldn’t speak. She heard each word Eleanor uttered and felt the truth in the syllables as her heart and soul drank them in. She remembered the vows she had sworn just that morning, promises that were echoed by Eleanor’s words. Speaking of such intimate things in the privacy of her husband’s bedchamber seemed to add weight to the words spoken. Lucy remembered her promises to submit and obey in all things, and a shiver of expectation flowed through her. Despite Eleanor’s words, she also couldn’t suppress a bit of fear from sweeping over her from head to toe. She laid her head against Eleanor’s thigh and felt the woman stroking her hair. Lucy didn’t know if she could follow Eleanor’s advice and was both frightened and fascinated with what she had heard. Her fingers went to cup the charm about her neck as she remembered the inscription Lucas had read to her. All she knew for sure was that she would give her all to Lucas because she loved him with every ounce of her being.

Lucy wasn’t aware that the door opened or noticed that Eleanor’s head had turned to see Lucas entering the room. He stood for a moment, the sight before the fire taking his very breath away. Eleanor’s hand continued to stroke down Lucy’s golden hair, her eyes returning to Lucy.

“Little one, your papa is here,” she whispered to the kneeling girl. Lucy’s eyes lifted and met those of her husband. Her smile was hesitant but just the sight of him eased the tension in her chest. When Eleanor stood and reached down to draw her to her feet, Lucy stood, her body trembling, her hands shaking, her eyes never dropping from her husband’s as he stood silently watching her from across the room. Eleanor bent and placed a kiss on Lucy’s cheek. “Remember,” she whispered and said another word that caused Lucy’s heart to pound.

Submit.

Chapter 14

Lucy remained frozen, the room silent as if the occupants feared any sound would break the spell of expectation that seemed to hold them in place. Lucas was attempting to control the urge to simply throw Lucy