Free The Reformer by Breanna Hayse

raised her eyebrow to Eliza’s expression and continued, “I would be more concerned with the fact that the entire institution just viewed your private parts rather than your travel status, little miss. Shall I see you in a couple of weeks, darling?”
    Gerard nodded, kissing her soundly in front of the disgusted Eliza. He watched his wife return to the building and then turned to the silent woman. “Into the carriage with you, girl. Oh yes, one more thing. From this moment on, you shall refer to me as ‘Papa’.”
    “You are not my father! How dare—”
    “Would you like another spanking atop the most recent one? I see you do not sit comfortably. I can ensure that will continue,” he stared down, his eyes boring into her. Eliza shook her head. “Good. Now lift your skirts, spread your knickers and sit bare bottomed on that bench for the remainder of our journey.”
    Eliza flushed once again as, trembling, she reluctantly obeyed him. Aware of his scrutinizing gaze, she folded her hands in her lap and clenched her teeth, desperately trying not to yelp at every bump or fidget to relieve the burning sting left by the cane. Tears filled her eyes as she realized the reality of her upcoming days.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Ryan smiled as he placed a tray of porridge and a cup of tea before the wide-eyed Aryanna. She watched as he drizzled some honey and cream and slowly stirred it in. He lifted the spoon to her mouth. “Eat,” he ordered.
    Aryanna opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her, still confused and unsure of her situation or what he expected of her. So far, he had been nothing but kind and nurturing, and she began to look forward to his visits and the application of salve upon her slow-healing wounds. His touch was gentle, soothing, and raised a feeling within her that she did not know how to relieve. It was pleasantly uncomfortable, settling between the middle of her thighs.
    Ryan was pleased with her response. In her present state, it took little to persuade her to submit to his care. In three weeks’ time, the hollow darkness of her cheeks were starting to show forth a rosy plumpness, and her over-sized eyes shined with eager intelligence. He loved her eyes. They were the color of a bright summer sky and almost too large for her slender face, making her look like one of his mother’s faerie-folk. Her halo of pale blond hair felt like corn silk to his fingers as he pushed it behind her ear.
    “We start lessons today, Ary. You are to tell me if you do not understand your instructions.”
    “Yes, Lord Ryan,” she whispered, listening carefully and hanging onto his every word. His voice was warm, soothing, and rich, his accent less pronounced than the others. She found it easy to understand him and repeat his words, doubling her vocabulary during her convalescence. He had brought her beautiful picture books to look at and read stories aloud to her. He asked questions, and, after discovering her fondness for sweets, rewarded correct answers with candy, as well as tremendous amounts of praise, which caused her to swell proudly in delight.
    No longer embarrassed, Aryanna lifted her arms so that he could remove her nightgown, dress her in a shift and soft smock, and pull long-legged bloomers over her slender limbs. She giggled as he tied them in place, and he tickled her. She knew these were children’s clothes, yet she did not mind. They were soft and free, and they made Lord Ryan smile when she twirled for him. She grinned broadly as he buttoned her boots after grabbing her swaying foot playfully between his knees.
    “Hold still, you little brat,” he ordered with a chuckle. Aryanna giggled and twisted her foot in circles to make the chore more difficult. “You are asking for a spanking, little one. Behave.”
    “Where Papa and Mama?” Aryanna asked innocently, hopping off the bed and following him downstairs to the drawing room. He sat on the lounge and placed her between his knees so that he could