Lord Edward's Law (Women of Wintercrest) (12 page)

“That’s my good girl.  Papa loves every part of his little
lady.  Papa loves her sweet little titties with their hard little nipples; Papa loves her sweet naked pussey and all the cream leaking from it.  Papa loves the swollen red little pleasure bud I see peeking out of its hood, and Papa loves this tight little pucker that will learn to stretch and accept Papa’s cock deep inside.”  Her mind was whirling, her mouth longing to speak, but still full of her gag.  Edward continued to stretch and frig her as his free hand began to roam over her breasts, tweaking each nipple until they were swollen and huge.  Her back arched as he moved down to split her lips open and slide a finger deep into her pussey.  Louisa was no longer concerned about anything but her own need.  She was keening behind her pacifier as his fingers worked her slowly but wonderfully in both of her openings.  He watched as her clit engorged hugely and strained against its hood, desperate for his touch.  He grinned as he worked the third finger into her bottom stretching her more than even her plug and heard her moans of pleasure instead of pain.  Her bottom was rocking up and down as she tried to get all she could of his fingers.  Her head began to thrash from side to side, her chest heaving from her breathing so hard and fast.  She discovered that what she truly wanted; she was desperate for her Papa to continue what he was doing to her.  She had never felt like this before.  She was spiraling up and up to a height she had never before ascended.  Every nerve ending was singing and thrumming and she was keening behind her pacifier.  Edward loved her every reaction, her every sound and movement.  He slid his thumb to rest on her swollen clit and she arched even higher. 

“
Spend for me, Louisa.  I want you to come hard so I can feel it on my fingers in your pussey and up your bottom.  I want you to come so hard that you feel as if you will explode.  Come now, little lady, come for your Papa.”  His words, his order and his expectation that she obey drove all thoughts from her head.  She felt nothing but what he was doing to her body.  As he plunged his three digits deep into her bottom and pinched on her clit, she screamed and arched so high off the bed, she almost was doing a backbend.  Her contractions as she imploded were stronger than any she had ever had, and Edward felt her almost expel his fingers deep as they were inside her bottom.  He renewed his efforts and forced her through another explosive culmination while he continued to work both of his hands in and out of her body.  By the time he pulled away, she was shaking all over, her legs splayed open, the sheets beneath her soaked with her cream.  Edward’s cock had been straining against his pants since he entered the room, but now demanded attention without delay.  He quickly removed the restraints on her hands and lifted her from the crib.  He laid her down on the ottoman, lifted and parted her legs and drove himself into her.  She moaned and squirmed, her body so sensitive after her forced orgasms.  He finally reached down and unbuckled her gag, throwing it away from him. 

She sobbed,
“Ohhh,  ohhh, Papa…Papa…Papa,” again and again as he took her.  He kept her legs over his shoulders as he pounded into her again and again.  He moved one hand down and soon had two fingers buried again inside her bottom.

“Ahhhh, ohhhh,
Papa!” she screamed and clamped her muscles around both his cock and his digits.  “I’m….I’m….please, Papa!” she begged and he managed to give her permission to take her pleasure only seconds before she exploded.  He groaned as her muscles clamped on him and within a moment had spurted deep inside her.  He continued to move for several thrusts until she came for the fourth time and only then did he remove, first his fingers, and then his cock from her body.  He staggered to stand and then sat and pulled her onto his lap.  It had been one of the most intense moments of their lives.  He held her as she mewed into his chest, her little hands stroking against him as if making sure he was holding her; keeping her safe; loving her.  He smiled knowing that she had just passed an incredible test.  While he would very often use her bottom-hole for painful punishments, he had just discovered his little treasure was very anally oriented as well.  He smiled and held her for a long time as they silently spoke of their deep love for the other.

Chapter
7

Lucy sagged in her chair when she heard, “Time is up”.  She put her pencil down and flipped her test booklet over.  It had been a very hard test and yet she found she was breaking into a smile.  She just knew she had done well.  All the hours of study, all the fear of not being able to learn the equations and formulas was now over.  She squirmed a bit on the hard seat of her chair, her aching bottom reminding her of the many strokes from both paddle and strap she had taken during the last few days.  She was still smiling when she felt a presence beside her.  As her eyes lifted, the smile slid from her face.  Headmaster Thorne, in his black robes, his face stern, reached down to take the test from her.

“I certainly hope you spent your weekend well
, Miss Furniss.  How do you believe you did?”  She swallowed hard and no longer felt confident.  After all, she had largely ignored her mathematics lessons for over a year.  How could she possibly have learned enough in the few hours she had spent actually studying?  Thorne’s lips twisted into a sneer as she shook her head.

“I’m…I’m not sure
, Sir.”

“Well, we will soon discover
whether you will be a graduate of my academy or return to repeat the year.”  Lucy gulped.  She had never once thought about the possibility of repeating her last year of study.  She had assumed that, if she should fail, the only consequence would be that she would be a grown woman without a diploma proving she had passed a bunch of silly, useless classes.  As her eyes roamed the room, they landed on her guardian, who was seated at the front of the room beside Professor Lloyds.  As Edward met her eyes and gave her a small smile, she remembered that not having a diploma would not be the only consequence.  Edward had informed her after dinner last night that if she didn’t pass the test, she would have an appointment in his study immediately upon their return home.  Her bottom clenched beneath her and she almost broke into tears.  She lowered her gaze without seeing the look that her professor gave her.  His was one of open adoration.  It was obvious to all in the room that his interest was growing every time he saw the small woman.  The two men waited as the headmaster returned and handed the booklet to Charles.

“I expect to hear the results as quickly as possible
, Lloyds.  Lord Wintercrest and I shall be in my office.  Once you have her score, please escort her to me with the results.” 

Charles took the booklet
and answered, “Yes, Sir, I shall have her score as quickly as possible.”  Thorne ignored him and ushered Edward out into the hallway.  As they neared his office, he snapped to a young assistant to bring tea and biscuits immediately.  Edward allowed the man to orchestrate the meeting, though he held no true respect for him.  While he had run the school for years and had raised it to one of very high ratings, Edward felt there was something missing within the man.  He had witnessed his ability with the cane and did give him a nod of appreciation for the skills he had shown wielding it.  However, he didn’t seem to care about his students unless he was delivering pain to them.  While Edward enjoyed watching his wife’s little bottom bounce and churn under the many varied implements he employed, he was also determined to give her great pleasure as well.  Thorne, however, seemed nothing more than a man content to give as much pain as possible within the confines of his employ.  Granted, Edward didn’t particularly care about those around him that didn’t impact his life, yet he treated all he met with respect until they proved it was unearned. 

“Please
, Sir, have a seat.  I must say while it is unusual, I will be more than happy to have your ward attend next year.  Perhaps another year of study is just what the silly girl needs. It is quite obvious she has no sense of responsibility.”  Edward smiled and after accepting a cup of tea, he sat back in his chair and casually crossed his ankles.

“I think you might be quite surprised with what my ward is capable of.  While you see a worthless silly girl, I see a young lady that has grown quite a bit during this past weekend.   She has worked exceptionally hard
, and except for attending church yesterday, every waking hour has been spent studying for this test.”  Thorne was surprised -- but more than the man’s words, it was the tone in which they had been delivered.  He felt as if this man was judging him in some way -- judging and finding him lacking.  Thorne found himself hoping that the stupid chit failed miserably and, upon discovering that fact, would throw some type of tantrum so that he might have cause to give her a caning far more severe than that last easy dozen she had received on Friday.  Edward smiled and continued to sip his tea.  He had seen Thorne’s eyes dart to the rack of canes on display behind his desk and knew the man’s fingers were surely itching to take one down and use it on the bare bottom of his ward.  Edward knew that would never again happen.  Despite whatever Lucille’s score might be, she would never again step into this school.  She had learned all she could here.  The lessons she truly would need to learn to live a submissive but fulfilled life would be learned under his roof until she found her own Papa.  Once that happened, little Lucy would learn only the things her new husband decided, exactly as Louisa was slowly learning the lessons she needed to make Edward happy.

The men had barely finished their tea when a knock sounded on the door.  Thorne called out his permission and the door opened.  Lucy stepped inside, her face showing her concern, her hands twisted together.  Edward watched her eyes flick to the canes as well
, and for once, he wanted to assure her that she had no reason to fear them.  He stood and walked to her. He took her hand and guided her to the settee.  He would have chosen another piece of furniture but, it was the only one large enough to hold both of them.  He knew she was remembering having to bend over and present her bottom to the cane on this settee, and as he sat down and then seated her beside him, he gave her hand a squeeze and felt her relax just a bit.

The headmaster waited until Edward was seated, and then impatiently demanded,
“Well, don’t stand there, Lloyds.  Did she fail?” 

Charles could no longer hide his smile.  He strode into the room and
handed the test booklet to his employer, he said,   “No, Sir, she most certainly did not.”

“What?” Thorne said, his tone showing his disbelief. He flipped open the book, looked down at the letter scrawled at the top of the first page and then flicked through the pages.  He slammed the book shut and glared at Charles.  “I don’t believe this
, Lloyds.  There is no way this test is valid.  That stupid little chit couldn’t even recite her multiplication tables last week.  You are trying to tell me she has suddenly grasped not only geometry but algebra as well?  That is simply impossible.  What did she do; spread her legs and allow you between them, so you would pass her?  Tell me, was she quite a good fuck?”  Charles actually backed up a step; the hatred spewing from the man who was supposedly the head of this school filling the air.  Before another word could be spoken, Edward stood and was standing face to face with Thorne and had the man lifted off his feet.

“How dare you
!  You bastard!  You will apologize to Miss Furniss immediately or else I shall beat you within an inch of your life!”  He threw the man away from him like a sack of coal.  Lucy was standing, her heart pounding even as Thorne hit his desk and he fell to his knees.  Charles rushed to Lucy’s side and put his arm around her even as they both watched Thorne slowly get to his feet.  The headmaster’s face was almost purple, as he tried to regain his composure.  He was used to dominating his employees as well as his students.  Never before had he been attacked.  He grabbed a cane from the wall, lifting it over his head when he once again found himself flat on the floor.  Edward easily removed the cane from his hand, snapped it into two pieces, and then hauled Thorne to his feet. 

“I’d love nothing more than to knock you down again
, Thorne; you are a worthless piece of manure.  I can assure you that you will no longer grace these halls.  No wonder you have students who fail…you are a pitiful example for innocent young girls.  Now, apologize immediately…”

“Please…please
, Sir.  May we…may we just go home?” Lucy said, her voice so soft and yet able to penetrate the veil of anger surrounding her guardian.  Edward turned to see her supported by Charles, her face pale, tears swimming in her eyes.  He wanted to force Thorne to apologize for his hateful, vulgar accusation, but seeing how his ward looked, he simply threw the pieces of the cane down to land at Thorne’s feet, snatched up the exam booklet and nodded.

“Certainly
, my dear; we can go wherever you desire.”  Lucy wasn’t even listening to his words.  All she knew was that she was being led from the room and out into the sunshine, where she felt she was finally able to breathe.  She was crying without realizing it and didn’t even notice when Edward swept her off her feet and carried her to the carriage.  Henri hurried to open the door for the two; concern written on his face as well.  Edward climbed into the carriage, never releasing his charge.  He nodded at Henri to close the door and then saw Charles standing uncertainly on the sidewalk.

“Thank you
, Charles.  Call on me later this week if you desire.”

“I will
, Lord Wintercrest.  Take care of Lucy.”  Edward noted he’d used her Christian name yet again and would have said something if he had the chance.  Before he spoke, Charles smiled and said, “You can be very proud, Sir.  She didn’t make a single mistake.”  Edward felt his heart swell and smiled, looking down at the still shaking young woman.  He saw that she had also heard and watched as her face seemed to come back to life, her smile beginning on her lips but quickly spreading to her eyes. 

His own smile grew as he turned to speak to the young man
again, “I would be proud of her regardless, Charles, but we both owe you our thanks.”  With that, he nodded again at Henri, who was also grinning from ear to ear.  The carriage door closed and as it pulled away, Edward gave Lucille a hug and then helped her to take a seat opposite him.

“
I…I didn’t do the thin…th…”

“Hush
, Lucy, I know you didn’t and I promise Thorne will be out of a job as soon as I can arrange it.  I know you worked very hard and I am proud of you,” Edward reassured her leaning forward to cup her cheek with his hand.  She felt herself relax and felt safe for the first time since she’d entered the headmaster’s office.

“
Are you really, Sir?  Are you proud?”  Lucy asked, her voice soft, the question coming out a bit shakily.

“Oh yes
, little one.  I am very, very proud.  You have done yourself proud and I couldn’t be happier.”  She smiled brightly and then began to giggle.  He watched as her hands clapped over her mouth as if to contain her mirth.  He found himself laughing as well.  Her eyes widened as the horrid tension of the past several days broke.  She was soon bent forward, her laughter filling the carriage.  It was a long time before she was able to begin to get herself under control.

“He…he looked so funny
on the fl…floor…ohhh…”  Edward grinned glad to see her laugh instead of appearing as if she were about to faint. 

He bent fo
rward and took her hands in his,  “I think he was most concerned about his silly cane.”  The moment the word left his mouth he was sorry.  She immediately stopped smiling and began to pull away from him.  He tightened his grip and said, “Don’t, Lucy.  You have nothing to be sad or scared about.  You never need worry or even think about Thorne again.  He was wrong in what he said.  I know you studied and earned your degree.  Think about how happy Louisa will be when you tell her; don’t think about the school.”  Lucy managed to nod, but even though she knew she would not have to return to the school, the mention of the cane caused her to think about other things.  She wanted to ask questions about things -- things that were private, things that he would probably consider improper coming from any woman but, most certainly from his ward. 

She forced herself to smile
, “I won’t, Sir but….but I don’t have my diploma.”

Edward lifted her hand to his lips and gave her a quick kiss.
  “Don’t fret.  I’ll make sure you get it, for you shall always get what you have earned.”  Her heart flipped as she read his words in a new way.  She squirmed a bit, and was glad when he finally released her hands.  She looked up at him and saw him smile. 

She tentatively returned it
and said very softly,  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you.”  He nodded and they turned to their own thoughts as Henri took them home.

The front door opened the minute the carriage pulled up.  Louisa stood on the top step, her tiny form framed
by the open door.  Edward climbed out of the carriage and helped Lucy down.  They both turned to see Louisa flying down the steps. 

She
ran to her sister and said,  “Please, Lucy I just know you passed….please tell me you passed, Lucy!”  Lucy’s smile returned at the pure happiness and expectation on her sister’s face.  She nodded and the girls soon had their arms around each other, hugging and dancing in a circle, giggling as they had as small children.  Edward watched, his heart full as he realized how lucky he was.  He had originally been disappointed in learning that he would not be allowed to simply enjoy being a new husband; but was forced to take on the role of guardian as well.  He knew that the guardianship would interfere greatly with his plans for his wife.  Today, however, seeing the girls so happy and hearing their excited chatter, he wouldn’t have changed a thing.