damp towel to Molly’s pile on the floor as she worked to make the bed up with the fresh linens.
She nodded her thanks and then gathered the rest of the clothing on the floor. “Shall I take these to the laundry now or tend to Miss Lucy?” she asked Lucas.
Lucas looked to where his wife was attempting to be invisible. “Go ahead to the laundry,” he said, keeping his eyes on Lucy. “I believe our little one is not yet dry from her bath.” Molly bobbed her head, gathered everything securely and then left when Lucas opened the door for her. Lucy had now turned her back to the room, having scooted around on the stool. Lucas saw she had her legs open but still shook his head. His stubborn little one had so much to learn.
“Lucy, come to me,” he said as he sat again on the chair.
Chapter 16
Lucy slowly stood, her arms hugging herself as she walked slowly toward him as if she were about to face her executioner. His tone alone had her stomach fluttering and her blood racing. He didn’t move a single muscle until she came to a stop right in front of him, and then he reached out and tugged her arms free before pinning them at her sides.
“What did I tell you about attempting to cover yourself?” he asked, his tone calm but sharp.
She kept her eyes on her bare feet and his leather boots. “Not to,” she whispered. She yelped when without a word, Lucas turned her slightly and gave her bottom three quick, hard swats.
He turned her once more to him. “Answer completely and properly, Lucille, or I shall give your bottom a proper reminder,” he warned.
“I'm not to cover myself,” she said, and then quickly added, “Papa!”
“Why?” he asked. “Look at me and answer, Lucy,” he said, firmly.
She took a deep breath and forced her eyes to his, finding his stare unwavering. “Because you told me not to, sir.”
Lucas shook his head. “That’s not the true reason, young lady,” he said. “I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, why have I forbidden you to cover your breasts or even close your legs completely?”
Lucy knew what he wanted to hear but despite his words of earlier, and even though she’d found such pleasure under his hands, she still found it extremely difficult to voice the words. The sun filling the room, the man asking the question fully clothed while she stood trembling and just as completely nude before him didn’t help. Her eyes welled, unable to utter the reason why he required she remain fully open to him. She shook her head. “Ple… please, Lucas,” she whispered, “Please, don’t make me—”
Her words were cut off as she found herself lifted and then laid across his knees. He was already swatting her as she realized what she had done.
“I'm sorry!” she yelped, as his hand connected against her bottom. “I meant Papa. I meant to call you Pa-Papa.”
Lucas ignored her words. “Put your feet on the floor, legs wide, up on your toes, heels turned out so that I might give you a very thorough reminder of what we so recently discussed,” he instructed as he continued to spank her.
Lucy struggled to do as she was told, though doing so while nude and having her bottom so harshly slapped again and again made the task difficult. It certainly didn't become any easier when she heard a knock on the door and heard Lucas call out permission to enter.
Lucy wailed louder as she heard the door open. She tensed and then relaxed at the sound of it closing almost immediately. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure that whoever had entered had just as quickly left the couple alone, she saw Molly standing by the closed door, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes staring straight at her mistress.
Lucy’s head dropped, her cries increasing as Lucas continued her spanking. “You will learn, young lady that when I teach you a rule, I care not to be constantly repeating it. You are a smart little girl and are very capable of learning your lesson the first time, aren’t you?” His question was accompanied by another barrage of blows to her bottom, which was quickly going from cool to burning.
“Yes, Papa,” Lucy wailed, her hands moving to wave behind her in an effort to cover her bottom. Lucas quickly pinned her hands at her back.
“Molly, bring me the brush,” he said.
Lucy wailed even