Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,41

washed out… I also earned a… .an enema as punishment to cleanse me. I'm so sorry. Please, please may I expel my-my medicine?” she begged, her body cramping almost constantly.

Anna released Lucy’s buttocks, giving them a pat before reaching up to remove the bag from its hook. Draping the long coil of tubing over her arm, she reached out and gently patted Lucy’s hands.

“Come, child,” Anna said softly, using her free hand to help Lucy off the pillow.

Lucy awkwardly climbed off the bed, her hands cupping her swollen stomach. Praying hard the entire time as she waddled from the room, Lucy only stopped when she was positioned over a large pail that must have held the water brought up from the kitchen for her enema. Her face burned as she dutifully obeyed the order to hold her bottom cheeks well apart so that Mrs. Bremmer could gently ease the nozzle from her anus. Lucy cried out as she immediately settled onto the pail, her hands around her knees as she bent forward with the shame of it all.

Anna ignored her as she rinsed out the enema bag with water from Lucy’s pitcher and then used it to fill the bag again. Lucy looked up when the woman was leaving the room, the bag again looking full.

She began to cry as she understood her punishment was not yet done. By the time she was once again over the pillow, all naughtiness had fled from her. She was a very contrite little one, her face red from her shame and streaked with her tears. As the nozzle was once more introduced into her bottom-hole, Anna explained that another enema was necessary, unless she wished to continue to feel her insides burning. Though Lucy understood that this second enema was not meant as punishment, the indignity of having to accept it remained. Once she had accepted the cleansing rinse, she was placed back on the pail and watched as the bag was shaken to release any leftover water, the nozzle thoroughly washed with soap and water. Lucy had never been more grateful when Anna left the room with the deflated bag and promised herself she would never give her husband cause to repeat the awful, humiliating and painful punishment.

Anna returned and though she didn’t give Lucy a complete bath, she did submit her to a very thorough, very embarrassing washing and then dried her with a thick towel.

“You did well, Lucille,” Anna said as she led the girl from the room.

Lucy felt an unexpected rush of pleasure at the words. “Thank you, Mrs. Bremmer,” she said softly, discovering she was truly exhausted. If she had raised her eyes from her feet, she would have seen Lucas standing at the side of the bed. Instead, she only became aware of his presence when he spoke.

“Thank you, Anna. I shall take care of our little one from here,” he said softly.

Lucy’s eyes flew to his, her face instantly suffusing with color as her free hand moved in an attempt to cover her nakedness as her new husband saw her nude for the first time. Anna simply shook her head in amusement.

“Yes, sir,” she said as she released Lucy’s hand. “She did well. Only earned a quick tawsing and I’m sure she has learned the evils of cursing.”

Lucas nodded, no doubt agreeing that the lesson was not one to fade from his wife’s memory soon. Anna left the room, and only when Lucas stepped away from the bed did Lucy see that the covers had been laid back as if to welcome her between them. Her eyes widened as she saw the awful red mat had been moved to lie on top of the sheet though the wedge pillow had been removed. She also saw something white on top of the mat. Understanding flooded through her, and she stepped away.

“No, please-please don’t dia… diaper me. Please, Lucas, I beg you,” she said, her hand moving from attempting to cover her breasts to cover her mouth. Lucas moved quickly from the bed to stand in front of her, his arms drawing her into his embrace. Lucy remained stiff for only an instant before collapsing into him, her sobs filling the room as she took another step into submission.

Chapter 12

“Shhh, shhh, kitten,” Lucas said softly, his head resting on top of hers. She continued to sob, but didn’t seem to have either the strength or the will to struggle as he scooped her into his arms. He walked