Louisa Revealed Read Free

you were told to
prepare yourselves.   Do so
immediately, or do I need to call for Mrs. Francis to assist you?”  
    The women shook their heads vigorously, not
wanting even more witnesses to their horrid situation, finally surrendering to
the obvious.   Small shaking hands
reached under long grey uniform skirts as fingers fumbled for ribbon ties.   Soon, two white puddles surrounded the
women’s black boots as their drawers were unfastened and allowed to fall to the
floor.   The girl’s faces burned
brightly with the shame of the act.  
    Thorne nodded.   “Face the settee, raise your skirts well
up to bare your bottoms, bend over and place your hands on the seat.”   With soft sobs beginning to come from
the two, both women slowly obeyed the dreadful order.   As heavy skirts were pulled upward to
expose creamy white thighs above black stockings, Edward found himself holding
his breath.   Time seemed to slow, as
fabric inched ever upwards until rounded bare buttocks were finally
exposed.   Edward released his breath
and smiled, once more amazed to discover that their similarity extended to
their petite bottoms.   If he had
just walked into the room and wasn’t aware of which side of the settee his wife
occupied, he would be unable to ascertain which beautiful posterior belonged to
whom.   Unaware of his thoughts and
unable to see his look of wonder, the women properly positioned themselves.
Once again, as though without thought, their hands joined, as they tried to
give each other support.  
    “You shall have a dozen each unless, of course,
you foolishly break position.”   Sobs
sounded as the sentence was spoken and further shame colored their faces as the
headmaster gave them further instruction.   “Ladies, you are not strangers to the proper position for a
well-deserved caning.   I want you to
show your admittance of guilt by willingly lifting your bottoms well up for the
cane.”   Lucy broke down first, her
sobs choking her throat as her tears streamed down her face at both the intense
shame of her position, and her desperate fear of the coming pain.   Louisa squeezed her sister’s fingers
even as she, too, tried to brace herself.   Enjoying Lucille’s obvious fear, Thorne made his choice; it would be far
more effective if Lucille had to listen to her sister receiving her strokes and
be made to consider her own punishment for the longest time possible.   The headmaster stepped to Louisa’s left
and lifted the cane.   Edward was
well pleased to see his small wife take a deep breath to both calm and prepare
herself.   He watched as she arched
her back and pushed her unmarked, pale bottom high into the air, signaling her
readiness for the first awful stroke.   Edward wondered if she was even aware of how far she had come under his
tutelage since their wedding.   She
further pleased him when she spoke quietly but clearly,
    “Forgive me for my disobedience, Sir.   I admit my guilt and I am ready to
submit to my punishment.”   If the
headmaster was surprised at her formal words, he contained it fairly well.   He glanced from her bare bottom to Lord
Wintercrest.   Edward didn’t smile or
speak; only gave the headmaster a slight nod.   Thorne smiled; the young woman had
obviously continued her education under her husband’s rule.   Thorne gave a moment’s wish that every young miscreant who appeared in his office was as contrite
and ready to pay for their offense, as was Lady Wintercrest, as she bent
over before him.   He also didn’t
prolong her wait.   He measured the
distance by tapping her upturned bottom twice before drawing back his arm.   The length of bamboo whistled through
the air and landed with a sharp crack against her beautifully rounded
rump.   Louisa yelped but didn’t move
out of position even as the second stroke landed an inch below the first.   Lucy flinched each time the cane cut
into her sister’s bottom, the sound sharp and crisp in the room.   It