Free Lucy Surrenders by Maggie Ryan, Blushing Books Page B

opened hers again.  "That's my girl," Lucas said, and she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms and beg him to touch her again.
    "Go to the cabinet and bring me a paddle," he instructed, and with a jolt Lucy realized he would be touching her but not in the way she desired.  She gave a soft sob as she stumbled to the cabinet.  Her eyes widened as she saw all that he could have requested.  There were several straps as well as many canes.  Lying on a shelf was a large variety of paddles, each a different shape and weight.  She saw some had holes drilled into them and knew those would blister a bottom with relative ease.  She had no idea which he required, her hand hovering over each as she used her other hand to keep her clothing at her waist.
    "Choose one that you feel will teach you a proper lesson," Lucas' voice came to her, and her hand settled on a long, slender paddle.  She picked it up and returned to stand in front of her husband.  She remembered to meet his eyes as she offered the paddle to him.  Lucas nodded and took it from her.  He lifted it to her face.
    "You are to kiss any implement that is to be used on you," he said, and saw her flush but bend forward just a bit to press her lips against the wood.  "You will also kiss the implement and thank me for teaching the lesson when it is over," Lucas instructed.  She nodded in acceptance, though she had never done so before.  Lucas nodded again and without another word, guided her down until she was straddling his lap.  She blushed bright red, her bare bottom pressing against the support of his rock-hard thighs.  She gasped as she felt him begin to spread his legs apart, which caused her own legs to spread.  She felt the air as it flowed against her exposed sex and moaned deeply with the shame of her position.  Lucas gently used one arm to pull her down until her torso was lying on the settee, one arm free, the other trapped at his side.  She buried her face in the cushion on the settee as she felt him spread his legs further.  He adjusted her body until her bottom was directly centered between his spread legs, her feet struggling to find the support of the floor.  She had never been so positioned and squirmed, feeling both supported by the hard strength of his thighs under her stomach as well as extremely aware that nothing truly supported her bare bottom as it hung between his open legs.  Her face flamed at the realization that he had a perfect view of her bottom.
    "Give me your hands," Lucas ordered, and Lucy obeyed, though doing so made her feel even more uncomfortable.  He easily held both her wrists in one of his hands and kept them pinned at the small of her back.  "Up on your toes, lift your bottom," Lucas ordered, and she began to cry.  Lucas ignored her tears, knowing this was difficult for her but also knowing she would do as she was told.  He felt her attempting to obey and realized her petite size made it impossible.  He easily moved forward until his hips were on the edge of the settee so that she could properly position her feet.  He saw her tilt her bottom up and could easily see all she wanted desperately to hide.  "You will always be well-open for punishment, Lucille," he said, knowing his words would paint a picture in her mind that would cause her to feel her position all that much more.  "Your misbehavior wasn't hidden this morning, and you will not be allowed to hide yourself from me when I punish you for that naughtiness."  Her sobs grew louder as she tried to block the image she must be presenting from her mind.  Lucas placed the paddle against her pale heart-shaped bottom and then lifted it.  Lucy felt her heart stop and then stutter as Lucas began to spank her.  His strokes were instantly hard and fast.  He didn't believe that punishment should be gentle.  His belief was that it was to be exactly that, punishment.  Lucy was soon wailing and attempting to get her hands free of his