Free Lucy's Journey Home (Hunter's Ridge) by Maggie Ryan Page A

floor with the intention of using  the chamber pot before she realized that not only was she not to get out of bed by herself, she was diapered and expected to make use of her nappy.  She remembered the first time she had done as required and had begun to cry at the remembered shame.  It was only the memory that nothing had been said, no undue attention brought to light of the fact that a grown woman had wet herself exactly like an infant that allowed her to again do what her Papa desired. Lucas sensed her unease though misunderstood the reason.  He gently pulled the covers back before sitting on the bed and pulling her onto his lap.  He kissed the top of her head. She instantly relaxed against his chest feeling loved and secure in his arms. 
    “Miss Molly told me you were a very good girl for her,” Lucas said watching her face closely as he held her chin in his fingers so that she was unable to lower her face.  She gave him a soft smile and he saw relief wash across her eyes.  “She also told me she had to give you a couple of swats.  Tell me, why did Nanny Molly see fit to spank you, Kitten?”  Lucy felt her heart stop beating, her face flaming with the memory.  She hadn’t truly thought of the swats as a spanking but understood that anytime more than one smack was applied to her bum, it would be considered as such.
    “Please, Pa…Papa, I…I’m too embarrassed,” she said quietly wishing she could look away.  Lucas shook his head, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.
    “Kitten, there is no need to ever be embarrassed about doing as you are required.  You only need to be embarrassed if you know you have done something naughty,” he said setting back a bit.  “You promised to be my good girl and, though your Nanny said you were afterwards, the fact remains that she did have to swat your little bottom.  Tell me what caused her to do so.”  Though Lucy definitely didn’t want to admit to what had caused the swats, she was almost positive her husband already had learned the reason.  If she continued to hesitate, or, God forbid, lie about the cause, she was positive her bottom would feel far more than just a couple of swats. 
    “ I…I didn’t…didn’t want her to take…take my temperature.  Not…not like that,” she admitted.  “She…she made me…” she paused, her face turning crimson knowing she would never be able to admit what she had been instructed to do.  Lucas knew exactly what had caused her to pause but before he could speak, she continued.  “She…said I…I was squirming…like a worm.”  Lucas hid his smile, the childish expression allowing him to visualize this beautiful little woman over her nanny’s knees, her small body wiggling about in an attempt to avoid having her temperature taken exactly as a child a decade or so younger would do.
    “Did your squirming keep your therm ometer out of your little flower?” Lucas asked and wasn’t surprised to see embarrassment color her face at the words he often used to describe her most private opening.  She shook her head miserably, remembering the awful glass tube being slid into her bottom.  “Answer me properly, Lucille,” Lucas warned.
    “No…no, Papa.  It…it didn’t,” Lucy said, her bottom lip quivering.  Lucas released her chin and hugged her to his chest.  Her hands gripped his shirt, her face buried as tightly as possible against him.  “I…I don’t lik … like it, Papa,” she said.  “I…I’m not sick.  Please…please, don’t let her do it again.”  Lucas shook his head.
    “ Tell me, Kitten, did it hurt your bottom when I put my thumb inside?” he asked knowing it hadn’t hurt her at all.  Lucy gave a soft moan, her bottom clenching at the naughty, shameful memory of how it had felt when he had pushed his thumb inside her causing her to explode intensely when he demanded she take her pleasure.  When she shook her head and whispered that it hadn’t, he continued.