was well aware of Lucy’s emotions, as he
motioned for Mrs. Bremmer, who led his wife around the desk to him. “This isn’t your first birching, now is
it young lady?” Edward asked her, as she came to stand beside her husband.
Louisa flushed hotly, knowing her sister was
able to hear every word and see every action. However, she also knew it could become
even more horrendous if she failed to respond to her husband’s question. “No, Sir… it’s not my first.”
“I would have thought you would have learned to
be better behaved by now, my dear. I suppose your last birching didn’t make the impression I intended. You will discover this one to be far
more difficult to endure.” He
watched her briefly close her eyes, and saw a tear slide down her cheek.
“Ye - yes sir.”
Edward nodded and motioned to his desk. “You may present yourself for your
birching, Louisa. Lucille, you
shall come around and watch so you will know the proper position I expect you
to maintain.” Mrs. Bremmer pulled
Lucy around to stand behind the desk, though off to one side. Lucy watched as her sister bent over the
desk and reached out to grip the opposite edge with her hands. The stretch required pulled the skin of
her bottom tight, and Lucy heard her give a soft moan. Lucy was horrified to see her sister
spread her legs wide apart and tried to turn away as Louisa’s womanly charms
were opened to view.
Edward was watching Lucille and was quick to
demand, “Open your eyes, Lucille. You are to learn from this and be able to mimic the position
exactly. You are to be open for
your punishment; nothing is to be hidden. Sin is done in darkness, and if you don’t want to feel the shame of
exposure, don’t do the sin.” He saw
her face flush hotly, and knew his words would remain with her always. He continued, “Turn away or close your
eyes again and you shall earn additional strokes.” Lucy gave a soft sob, but nodded, her hand
pressed to her mouth. Louisa
remained in the horribly shameful position as Edward walked to the armoire and
returned with the two heavy birches.
“Present your bottom, and request your deserved
chastisement Louisa.”
Lucille’s ears rang as she heard her sister say
clearly, “I’m sorry I was naughty, Sir. Please may I have my birching?” Lucille couldn’t believe the words or accept the fact that her sister
willingly turned her heels out, went up onto her toes, arched her back and
lifted her bruised bottom as high as she could. It appeared as if she were begging for
her birching! Edward saw his ward’s
eyes locked on the presented bottom, and he gave a small smile. He laid one birch onto the desk, and
lifted the other.
Lucy flinched and stumbled backwards as the
first blow landed against her sister’s proffered bottom. Louisa jerked but remained silent, and
lifted her bottom for the next stroke. Lucy wasn’t even aware that she was moaning, as Mrs. Bremmer held her
steady to witness her sister’s punishment. Edward laid five quick, hard strokes onto the little bottom and then
laid the instrument across his wife’s back. Louisa was crying softly but only moved
enough to place her feet flat onto the floor, keeping her stance wide.
“Th… thank you si… Sir,” she managed to
whisper.
Edward nodded, but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to Lucy, even as he
picked up the second rod. “Mrs.
Bremmer will prepare you and then you shall present yourself and ask for your
punishment, Lucille.” Lucy began to
sob as Mrs. Bremmer pulled her back around the desk and bent her over it. She began to squirm as she felt her
dress and petticoats being lifted and rolled and then pinned to her
shoulders. She felt her drawers
being lowered, and though she stepped out of them when told, she couldn’t stop
her hand from going back in an attempt to shield her nakedness from the
housekeeper.
motioned for Mrs. Bremmer, who led his wife around the desk to him. “This isn’t your first birching, now is
it young lady?” Edward asked her, as she came to stand beside her husband.
Louisa flushed hotly, knowing her sister was
able to hear every word and see every action. However, she also knew it could become
even more horrendous if she failed to respond to her husband’s question. “No, Sir… it’s not my first.”
“I would have thought you would have learned to
be better behaved by now, my dear. I suppose your last birching didn’t make the impression I intended. You will discover this one to be far
more difficult to endure.” He
watched her briefly close her eyes, and saw a tear slide down her cheek.
“Ye - yes sir.”
Edward nodded and motioned to his desk. “You may present yourself for your
birching, Louisa. Lucille, you
shall come around and watch so you will know the proper position I expect you
to maintain.” Mrs. Bremmer pulled
Lucy around to stand behind the desk, though off to one side. Lucy watched as her sister bent over the
desk and reached out to grip the opposite edge with her hands. The stretch required pulled the skin of
her bottom tight, and Lucy heard her give a soft moan. Lucy was horrified to see her sister
spread her legs wide apart and tried to turn away as Louisa’s womanly charms
were opened to view.
Edward was watching Lucille and was quick to
demand, “Open your eyes, Lucille. You are to learn from this and be able to mimic the position
exactly. You are to be open for
your punishment; nothing is to be hidden. Sin is done in darkness, and if you don’t want to feel the shame of
exposure, don’t do the sin.” He saw
her face flush hotly, and knew his words would remain with her always. He continued, “Turn away or close your
eyes again and you shall earn additional strokes.” Lucy gave a soft sob, but nodded, her hand
pressed to her mouth. Louisa
remained in the horribly shameful position as Edward walked to the armoire and
returned with the two heavy birches.
“Present your bottom, and request your deserved
chastisement Louisa.”
Lucille’s ears rang as she heard her sister say
clearly, “I’m sorry I was naughty, Sir. Please may I have my birching?” Lucille couldn’t believe the words or accept the fact that her sister
willingly turned her heels out, went up onto her toes, arched her back and
lifted her bruised bottom as high as she could. It appeared as if she were begging for
her birching! Edward saw his ward’s
eyes locked on the presented bottom, and he gave a small smile. He laid one birch onto the desk, and
lifted the other.
Lucy flinched and stumbled backwards as the
first blow landed against her sister’s proffered bottom. Louisa jerked but remained silent, and
lifted her bottom for the next stroke. Lucy wasn’t even aware that she was moaning, as Mrs. Bremmer held her
steady to witness her sister’s punishment. Edward laid five quick, hard strokes onto the little bottom and then
laid the instrument across his wife’s back. Louisa was crying softly but only moved
enough to place her feet flat onto the floor, keeping her stance wide.
“Th… thank you si… Sir,” she managed to
whisper.
Edward nodded, but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to Lucy, even as he
picked up the second rod. “Mrs.
Bremmer will prepare you and then you shall present yourself and ask for your
punishment, Lucille.” Lucy began to
sob as Mrs. Bremmer pulled her back around the desk and bent her over it. She began to squirm as she felt her
dress and petticoats being lifted and rolled and then pinned to her
shoulders. She felt her drawers
being lowered, and though she stepped out of them when told, she couldn’t stop
her hand from going back in an attempt to shield her nakedness from the
housekeeper.
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