Claimed (The Women of Wintercrest #3) Read Online Free

go, but for this moment, he was proud of her.
    He paused and then nodded to his employee.  “After you release Lucille, have her spend her day tailoring her new drawers into the open style that you recommended.  I’ve come to agree our little one will find the style quite the lesson.  I believe having to wear the drawers will teach her that she should be grateful for all that is provided to her.”  Anna nodded, and without another word, lifted the tawse and brought it down with a crack against Lucille’s bottom.
    The room was soon ringing with Lucy’s cries and pleas for mercy.  The tawse lifted again and again and again, bouncing sharply onto her bottom, each stroke sounding like a crack of a whip.  Lucy learned that Mrs. Bremmer had been correct.  Having her bottom tawsed was far more painful than either a hand spanking or even a paddling.  Each stroke caused her bottom to burn and itch as the separate strands of the stiff leather bit into different parts of her bottom.  She was soon struggling, her hands clawing at the carpet, the tips of her toes scrabbling behind her where they were locked under Mrs. Bremmer’s leg.
    “Owwww, please…please no more!” she begged as the tawse bit into her sit-spot.  She arched and shrieked, no longer concerned that Edward might be still in the room witnessing her punishment.  She didn’t even care if the entire household heard her cries.  All she wanted was for the tawsing to stop.
    “I’m sorry!  Please, oh please, stop,” she cried to no avail.  Anna simply continued to punish the young woman.  By the time she allowed her off her lap, Lucille would never again question her authority or her opinion upon the painful lesson a tawse could deliver.  Lucy made the mistake of reaching back with her hand in an attempt to grab hold of Mrs. Bremmer’s wrist.  Anna simply slapped the tawse against the back of Lucy’s thigh, causing her to arch and screech again.
    “Keep that hand down, little girl,” Anna ordered slapping the other thigh.  “Naughty girls are punished and must show they accept their punishment.  Put your hands down and don’t reach for your bottom again.”  Lucy sobbed , but as the tawse continued to punish her thighs, she finally submitted.  Once her hands were flat on the floor, the tawse was returned to her bottom.  While the pain was still dreadful, it was less than the burn on the backs of her thighs.  Time seemed to stretch into eternity before the tawse finally stopped falling.  Anna began to rub the leather over the welts she had painted onto the small bottom over her lap.  Lucy continued to sob and gulp for air as she wagged her bottom from side to side.  She swore she was burning more than she had under Headmaster Thorne’s cane.  She moaned and continued to promise to be a good girl, not even aware she was speaking.  Anna allowed her to cry for several minutes.
    “Settle down, Lucille.  Your tawsing is done.  You are to rise and go stand in your corner.  Keep your gown up and that naughty bottom displayed,” Anna instructed as she released the girl.  Lucy continued to sob, her chest heaving as she stumb led to the appropriate corner.
    “Gown up, Lucille,” she heard and sobbed harder realizing that Edward had indeed stayed to witness her discipline.  Lucy raked her gown up to bare her hot, aching bottom.  She shifted from foot to foot, the burn so intense she couldn’t remain still.  Edward walked to the corner and put his hand on Lucy’s lower back.  She stiffened at the contact.
    “Settle, little one.  I know your bottom is burning but you must show your contrition and remain still during your corner time.  If you continue to move about, Mrs. Bremmer will simply give you another dose,” Edward warned her.  She nodded and stilled her legs.  He removed his hand and used it to brush her hair from her face.  She looked so precious, her nose pressed to the wall, her punished bottom testament to her