Free Louisa Revealed by Maggie Ryan

take you out
of your crib, blister your bottom yet again, and you will still take your nap
on your naughty-mat.   Now, what will
it be?”  
    Louisa sobbed but lifted her leg and allowed him
to take hold of it.   She continued
to cry as he restrained her other leg, spraddling her widely in the crib.   She didn’t protest as he took her hands,
pulled them over her head and placed them in restraints as well.   She tried to lift her hips to remove her
bottom from the needle sharp bristles, but Edward quickly placed a wide strap
around her waist and buckled it tight.   Her movements were severely restricted and she wailed as the mat bit
into her bottom and the backs of her thighs.   She sobbed as her husband reached to cup
her sex again.   She knew exactly
what he would find, and the shame of it engulfed her.   Edward slid his fingers through her
outer lips, spreading them open.   She felt more cream drip from her as he pushed a finger deep
inside.   Her hips jerked, as much as
she was able within her restraints, as if begging for release.  
    Edward chuckled and removed his finger only to
lightly flick her engorged clitoris.   She moaned deeply and despite the bite of her mat, her hips twisted as
she attempted to both pull away from his finger and then press up as if trying
to find the source of her newest torment.   Her breath hissed out as the mat raked against her sensitive, punished
bottom and though she immediately tried to remain still, his finger’s movements
assured she was unable to do so.   Soon she was moaning and pushing her hips up against his finger despite
the rasp and jabs of her punishment mat. Her need to seek release consumed her;
the pain in her bottom was momentarily forgotten.   Edward took her to the very edge, loving
her moans and groans both from her growing arousal and the bite of her punishment
mat.  
    When he felt her begin to tense, he removed his
finger, and she sobbed, “Pl… please Sir… oh, please, I’ll… I’ll be a goo… good
girl, ohhh, please?”
    “No, little one.   Naughty girls don’t get to have their
Papas give them pleasure.   Naughty
little girls get to sleep on their naughty-girl mats with well-spanked hot
little bottoms.   Naughty little
girls need to think about why they were so naughty that their Papas had to
blister them and leave them all alone with a very wet pussey and a throbbing
little clittie.   Naughty, deceitful
little girls lie on mats and think about having their lies washed right out of
them.   Now, sleep well and dream of
how to be a good girl.”   Edward
looked once more at his wife, restrained in the crib he had custom made for
her, spread wide for his use, her chest heaving with her need for release.   He had dreamed of exactly this for
years, and though he had begun training his little wife from the moment he had
wed her, it was only now that he determined her training would continue,
despite her sister’s presence in their home.   He bent to place a kiss on her forehead
and then stood and walked to the door.   “Oh, how I love you in your crib, Louisa.   You are finally exactly where you
belong, and where you will be spending a great deal of your time in the
future.   You, sweetheart, have only
just begun learning that you need to be a very, very good girl for your Papa,
or your sweet little bottom will be blistered and painful and your sweet little
pussey will be dripping wet and aching for release.   Sleep well my love.”   He heard a soft sob and her even softer
response,
    “I… I lo… love you Pa… Papa.”   His grin was wide, as he closed the
door.   He might have made a vital
mistake in postponing the training decided upon when Lucille had unexpectedly
become his ward.   However, that
mistake was about to be corrected.   While he understood Louisa’s fear of how her twin would feel upon the
discovery of how Louisa was expected to behave and now would live her life, he
had no intention of allowing his