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her pleadingly.
    "Oh, please not there! It isn't right to wash me there!" Emily exclaimed with weak desperation.
    "Don't be silly. Little girls are not entitled to such considerations! There is not an area of your body, both inside and out, that will not be subject to examination and cleaning, among other things, from now on. His Lordship expressly instructed that you be vigorously scrubbed to wash away any vestige of that awful place you were forced to endure." The thought gave Emily pause. While their methods were unorthodox, when was the last time someone tried to care for her? Not since her Mother’s passing. She was still shocked they had spanked her, but maybe if she had not been so stubborn and just gotten into the tub she would have avoided the punishment. And yet….
    "But I am not a little girl," Emily said softly.
    "Nonsense, you are His Lordship's little girl,” Mrs. Pew said as she finished bathing the embarrassed girl. “Now I will not tolerate any more such talk. Up you go!" With that Mrs. Pew pulled her out of the bath. 
    Emily knew better than to move away as Mrs. Pew approached with a large, fluffy cream-colored towel and proceeded to dry every intimate inch. She then grasped Emily's hand and led her naked into the bedroom. Emily's skin glowed a dewy pink from the hot bath and vigorous scrubbing. The exception was her bottom, which was an impressive rosy red. Mrs. Pew led her charge to the wardrobe, throwing the double doors open wide. Emily momentarily forgot her embarrassing nakedness as she gazed at the contents inside.
    The cabinet was filled to overflowing with small, frilly dresses in every color of the rainbow. Emily saw a dress with a wide pink sash around the waist that tied in a big bow in the back. Another had delicate white lace over pretty pale blue silk. And yet another bright yellow one had small white embroidered flowers around the hem and collar. Mrs. Pew opened a drawer to pull out a small, delicate white nightgown with a violet ribbon woven around the high collar and above the lace-covered cuffs.
    "Arms up!" she ordered, but Emily hesitated. 
    "This cannot be the wardrobe my husband meant for me!” she protested. “It’s for a child!”
    "I assure you, His Lordship had all of these pretty clothes made especially for you with your measurements in mind. Everything will fit. Arms up." The last command was issued with more force.
    Reluctantly Emily raised her arms and was horrified when she realized her pink nipples were clearly visible through the delicate weave of the nightgown, which barely reached the top of her thighs.
    "Please, can I have something with more modesty?" she begged.
    "Hush, it is time for you medicine and nap."
    "What medicine? I am not sick!" Emily objected.
    Without another word, Mrs. Pew snatched Emily's shoulders, turned her around and placed her bottom up over the edge of the child's bed. She pulled up the sheer nightgown, exposing the girl’s already abused bottom and gave it three quick smacks. Emily screamed in outrage and tried to protect her bottom with her hands. 
    "Move those hands immediately or I will take a switch to your palms!" ordered Mrs. Pew.  Emily was beside herself. She screamed as Mrs. Pew's strong hand came in contact with her bruised and swollen buttocks. After another quick three smacks, Mrs. Pew swung Emily's legs up onto the bed, placing her on her right side. 
    "Now, now. Calm down. It’s just a few deserving smacks to your pert little bottom. You will get far worse in the coming days." 
    With her eyes closed from tears, Emily did not notice the thick leather belt Mrs. Pew pulled from a nearby drawer. The belt was about four inches wide, with two wrist cuffs secured to the top and two additional longer cuffs secured to the bottom. Mrs. Pew wrapped the belt around Emily's waist, securing the large buckle in the back. It was the pain from Mrs. Pew's hands brushing her bruised bottom that brought Emily back to reality.
    "What are you