The Submission of Little Emmie Read Online Free Page B

Mrs. Pew reported. “You would have thought she was dying the way she carried on. I know it was not from any true pain, but more the humiliation of the act. She needs a good dose of fear and humiliation if she is to truly give herself over to her new life here." 
    When Lord Burkewood did not offer another question, the nanny continued with her narrative.
    "After her bath, she was placed in her restraints - a beautiful invention of yours by the by. It puts the charge in such a wonderfully submissive pose." Her employer inclined his head acknowledging her praise. "And, of course gave her a healthy suppository to help her calm down and sleep." 
    "Did you find her responsive to having her bottom hole manipulated?" he asked.
    "Oh, she was most uncomfortable indeed, sir. She is obviously very sensitive in that regard. You are a fortunate man."
    He smiled as he continued to swirl his cognac, heating the expensive liquid with the warmth of his hand as he thought of other things he desired to heat with his hand as well. Mrs. Pew was correct; he was indeed was a fortunate man. His new wife was the perfect combination of beauty and innocence. When he’d caught her eavesdropping and saw how she trembled in his presence, how she submissively kept her gaze lowered, he’d known he had found his perfect mate. Unlike other men who desired a wife to share their burdens and responsibilities, Lord Burkewood wanted someone under his complete control.  He wanted to keep his wife in a childlike state of complete dependence. He would determine what she ate, what she wore, and when she slept. He would also be in complete control of her body, training her to meet his particular needs while showing her unimagined pleasure. 
    From what he had learned about Emily’s bastard of a stepfather, she had not had it easy the last few years. The old man had selfishly gambled, drank and whored his way through London, leaving the burden of running the household on Emily's narrow shoulders. It was an unnatural arrangement as far as he was concerned. It was the man's duty to protect, guide and care for the women in his life. It was also the man's duty to provide discipline and structure.   
    His Emmie would have no more concerns beyond his pleasure. She would be pampered and sheltered. Never again would she know the stress or obligations of an adult woman.
    "I know this was all last minute, Mrs. Pew,” Lord Burkewood said, finally turning his attention back to the nanny. I appreciate you taking the position with such little notice."
    They both knew “Mrs.” Pew was just an honorary title. The nanny had never married and was far beyond childbearing years and had devoted her life to caring for the child-brides of men who shared Lord Burkewood’s views on marriage.
    "Let us discuss my expectations for my little one," Lord Burkewood said as Mrs. Pew leaned forward attentively. "I want Emily’s temperature taken each morning the moment she wakes up.  Rectally of course."
    "Of course."
    "She is very precious to me and I do not want to risk her getting ill. I want her to receive regular medicinal enemas to safeguard her internal health. She is to be bottle-fed a nourishing formula each morning and evening. You may monitor her morning bottle when I am not able, but she will get her evening bottle from me. She is to be restrained in the fetal position whenever in her bed. She will receive school lessons from you each morning and discipline training from me each afternoon.  Before the start of each training session I would like her to present me with a report card detailing how she performed with her studies. Including a description of any discipline you needed to administer, of course."
    "Of course."
    "She shall take her lunch in the nursery but her dinners with me. After her evening bottle, you are to take her straight to my rooms and place her in my bed. She should be nude and restrained by her wrists. It may be several hours past her bedtime that I seek