Free Claimed (The Women of Wintercrest #3) by Maggie Ryan Page A

lifted her up and off his lap.
    “Go to your corner, Louisa,” he said.  She nodded and ran naked to place herself against the wall.  Edward smiled at her quick obedience and enjoyed the sight of her red bottom in the soft light of the room.  After only a few minutes, he called her to him.  Louisa turned and ran to the bed where he lifted her and put her back over his knees.  She dared not speak , but waited for her husband to guide her.  She felt her husband’s hand rub across her bare bottom.  Edward knew what his wife expected, but he did the opposite.
    “I forgive you, little lady,” he said , and she found herself smiling.  “I told you that your secrets would be no more.  I suppose I should have expected this.  Has she seen your nursery for herself?” 
    “No, Papa,” she said.   “I…I didn’t know if you would be upset with me.  I…I did tell her about our dolls.  Is…is that okay?” she asked, her voice quivering just a bit as a result of her spanking and nervousness about the possibility of another.  Edward smiled, knowing his little wife slept with her doll in her crib every afternoon.  His hand continued to stroke her bottom and he chuckled.
    “ Well, since I’ve already spanked your little bottom, I suppose that’s fine.  Perhaps I should give Lucy her doll.  Do you think she would like that?” he asked.
    “Yes, Papa,” Louisa said a s another smile appeared.  “I know she loved Nellie when we were little.”
    “You, my girl, are still little,” he reminded her.  She flushed but nodded.
    “I know, Papa.  I’ll always be little to you.”
    “That’s right, as long as you live, even if we have our own little ones one day.  You may have t o grow up for our children, but Louisa, in this room you will always and forever be my special little lady.  You will always go across my lap and be spanked when you are naughty,” Edward said, and Louisa knew he spoke the truth and found she expected nothing less.  After another few minutes, Edward continued:  “I know that sisters tend to tell each other almost everything, Louisa.”  She felt his hand move to press against her inner thigh.  She shuddered but obediently opened her legs for him.  Her bottom still burned, but she found she was burning between her legs as well.  With another gentle press, she spread herself even more.
    “However, little one,” he said as he moved his hand from her bottom to cup her sex.  He found it already slick and getting even slicker and he smiled.  “Some things are not to be shared.  This, for example,” he said, as he roughly pushed two fingers deep into her body.  Louisa moaned and felt another gush of moisture fill her as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.  Her little bottom was soon rocking back as if to meet and accept his fingers as deeply inside her body as possible.  Edward smiled softly.  “Or this,” he said, his voice very low as he removed his fingers from her and used them to rub circles around her clit.  It swelled under his attention until she was panting over his lap, her small hands clasping at the sheets beneath her.  “Or this.” He continued his demonstration by patting her hot bottom and saying, “Spread yourself.”  Though her face immediately turned pink, she moved her hands behind her and grasped the punished globes of her bottom and pulled them apart.  “Wider, Louisa, you know how to offer me your bottom-hole properly,” Edward said, and watched as she instantly obeyed him.  Satisfied, he placed one hand over one of her own and brought his other hand to her offered bottom.  Louisa held her breath when she felt him press against her bottom-hole.  She gasped loudly, but didn’t shriek or protest - or even attempt to pull away - as he penetrated her small opening with first one finger, but then soon adding a second, into her bottom.
    “These are private things, Louisa.  You will not speak of what happens in a marriage