louder, her feet kicking up, knowing the additional burn a hairbrush would cause. Molly stepped across the room and returned from the water closet, the large wooden brush in her hand. Lucy clamped her eyes shut, seeing the girl’s boots as she walked to Lucas and handed him the brush.
“Thank you,” Lucas said, and without pause, began applying the back of the brush to Lucy’s bouncing bottom. “Feet down!” he ordered as she kicked up hard when the brush lit into her backside. “Legs apart, get on your toes and lift your bottom!”
She sobbed but struggled to obey, no longer concerned that her maid was witnessing her punishment, her only concern being that he might never stop his attack. Once she pushed her bottom up, she found herself being tilted a bit further forward to be more easily accessible for him to roast her sit-spots. Lucy shrieked as the brush bit into her tender flesh.
“Tell me, Lucille,” Lucas said calmly, his hand never faltering, “Why are you not to cover yourself at any time, no matter where you are, no matter who is in the room, no matter if you are fully clothed or as naked as the day you were born?”
“I am always to be op-open and… and ready for you, Papa,” she stuttered, knowing her answer had to be truthful to stop her spanking. “I am-am yours to-to look at or… or to take.” Her words were faltering, but her understanding was crystal-clear.
Lucas popped her bottom twice more and then laid the brush against her hot buttocks. “That's correct,” he said, simply. He guided his wife from his lap and gently pushed her to her knees. He held out the brush and was pleased when Lucy’s trembling hands reached to cup it, and she bent to press her lips to its surface.
“Th-thank you, Papa,” she said, her bottom burning as she sat back on her heels. He removed the brush from her hands, and when he reached out to hand it to Molly, Lucy suddenly became conscious of her position and what she knew she was now expected to do. She sobbed harder, her shame consuming her but her fear of a repeat of the spanking forced her to lift her eyes to her husband’s.
Before she could open her mouth, he pressed one finger against her lips. “If you’ll excuse us, Molly. Return in an hour with some tea and toast if you please.”
“Certainly, sir,” Molly said and left the room, laying the brush quietly on the small table beside his chair. Once the door had closed, Lucas removed his finger and gave her a small nod.
Lucy took a breath, relief flooding through her at his grace. Knowing he’d not only recognized her shame, but was going to allow her privacy to do what she must to show her contrition, allowed her to calm a bit. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Papa,” she began and saw his nod. “May I make my… my penance?”
Lucas reached out to stroke her cheek, its surface wet from her copious tears. “Yes, Lucy, you may,” he answered.
She was trembling, and it took several moments before she was holding his cock in her hands, its length increasing as it was freed. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, only to have him add an additional instruction.
“One hand on the base to stroke the shaft,” he said quietly, waiting until she’d removed one hand before adding, “Place your other around my balls and cup them gently as you take me into your mouth.”
Lucy’s face flushed as she hesitated only to have her husband take her hand and guide it to its destination. Lucy gasped in surprise at the heaviness of his balls as they completely filled her palm. Lucas’ cock jerked a bit at the contact when she gently wrapped her fingers around him as far as her small hand would allow.
“Good girl, you may begin.”
Taking a calming breath, Lucy lowered her head, her lips parting wide to take him into her mouth. Remembering the lesson of the night before, she used the tip of her tongue to swipe over the head of his cock and was rewarded by his stifled moan. When she froze, he placed a hand at the back of her head.
“I want to see your eyes while you suckle, little one. Keep your eyes lifted to mine,” he said.
Lucy lifted her gaze, feeling heat flooding through her as she imagined what she must look like to him