Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) (24 page)

The following two days were the happiest Elizabeth had ever known. Her trunk arrived during her punishment period, and Nancy had taken care of her clothes, pressing and hanging them in the guest room.

And it was just as well, for she needed her wardrobe. During the day, while Lord Michael worked, she wandered the shops and lunched with some friends who resided in the city at some very nice cafés. At night Lord Michael took her to dinner, the theatre, even the ballet. Elizabeth behaved admirably, and he rewarded her with light spankings that spread tantalising heat through her nether regions. He also tied her up and made love to her morning and night. He was affectionate and kind, though he remained admirably strict at all times.

Elizabeth, however, could not stop thinking about the promised
initiation
, despite her ongoing mood of contentment. One evening she had just sat down in the sitting room after dinner, wondering if he was planning on taking her out again, when he entered and she looked up at him expectantly.

‘So, Elizabeth,’ he said, ‘you’ve had a rather splendid time of it over the last couple of days.’

‘I have, sir,’ she agreed. ‘Thank you so much. It’s been marvellous.’

‘It is clear you’ve fully recovered from your punishment.’

‘I have, sir. Though I’ll never forget it.’

‘Exactly as it should be. I think it did you the world of good. The cane can be very convincing, along with all other elements of well structured discipline.’

She blushed, for the memory of the cane sent a chill down her spine. In truth it had hurt terribly. ‘Yes, sir, I was deserving of every strike. I know that, sir.’

‘Yes, you were indeed,’ he agreed, sat down next to her, took her hands in his, and ordered her to her knees, causing her heart to skip a beat.

‘Now then, have you given any more thought to your proposed initiation?’ he asked.

‘I didn’t need to, sir. There’s nothing I wish for more, than to call you my master.’

He nodded and pondered her words. ‘Very well, we shall begin tonight. We will be going out, but you need not change your clothes. Just take off all your undergarments, then gather your coat and meet me at the front door.’

Pulse racing, Elizabeth did as he said, and soon they were stepping out into the cool night air. She felt wicked, being out in the streets of London wearing only a dress over her naked body. The carriage was awaiting them, and as it pulled away she suddenly found herself over his knee, wriggling wildly as he spanked her with considerable force.

‘I have to make sure you behave yourself tonight, and do exactly as I tell you, Elizabeth,’ he said.

‘I will, sir,’ she cried. ‘I promise.’

‘Then you can start by being quiet.’

‘Yes sir,’ she said contritely, accepting the short but sound spanking with fortitude.

He eased her off his lap, made her kneel on the floor of the covered carriage, dress up around her hips, red bottom facing him. She could feel the cold air on her burning, naked flesh, and in the passing streetlamps he could see her sex lips were moist and glistening. Running his hands over the scorched flesh of her buttocks he touched between her lips, found her gratifyingly wet, then pulled her skirt down and helped her sit up next to him. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling.

He studied her for a moment, and then cupping her delectable chin in his hands, kissed her affectionately on the lips, a firm but tender kiss that made her toes curl. The discipline and the unexpectedly passionate kiss made her head spin, and she sank into him, surrendering. He silently applauded himself; she was now in the perfect state, both physically and emotionally.

The remainder of the short journey was spent in silence, but by the time the cab came to a halt she was in quite a state.

She looked out the window and found they had stopped in front of a rather unimpressive brownstone. As he stepped down and then helped her out she wondered where on earth they were. At a friend’s house?

When they reached the front door he knocked three times, waited, and then knocked three times again. The door creaked open, and she heard the muted sound of laughter and music coming from within. The woman who welcomed them was wearing a rather revealing dress, at least as far as Elizabeth was concerned, but Lord Michael didn’t seem to notice.

‘Everything is prepared for you, Lord Michael,’ the woman said obsequiously, ushering them inside. ‘Please, do come this way.’

Nervously clutching Lord Michael’s hand, Elizabeth found herself being led down a narrow hallway, carpeted in rich burgundy, the walls adorned with erotic paintings of nudes that made her blush and try to avert her eyes.

The woman showed them into a small but tastefully furnished room, complete with chilled champagne, but the odd thing was – at least Elizabeth thought it odd – there was an armless chair sitting by itself, right in the centre of the floor.

Lord Michael said something to the woman, who turned and left them alone. He then guided Elizabeth to the sofa that squatted against one wall, and without further ado he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress, pulling it down off her smooth shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Overcome with his sudden attention she leaned back, closing her eyes, and felt his lips and tongue teasing her nipples and licking her cleavage. She felt his hand pulling up her skirt, and shuddered as his fingers found their way between her pussy lips, teasing her clit again. She was losing herself in the moment, when abruptly he sat up, grabbed her by the hand, and lifted her to her feet. The dress fell from her body and she gasped as he moved her quickly to the chair in the centre of the tiny room, ordering her to sit down and place her hands behind her.

Flushed with the flames of her unsatisfied state it was difficult to focus, but she did as he ordered and he produced some soft rope from somewhere and tied her wrists together.

‘Comfortable?’ he asked bluntly.

‘Yes sir,’ she replied, her voice tremulous.

‘You’re about to experience something quite unique, Elizabeth. Just relax and don’t be frightened.’

She felt her heart start to race a little. What was this all about? ‘Yes, sir,’ she whispered bravely. ‘I trust you totally.’

‘Remember, this is the first night of your initiation. You must surrender to it, Elizabeth, if you truly wish me to be your master.’

She was terrified but intensely excited.

He dimmed all the lights, and a warm glow fell over the room. He pulled up another smaller chair and placed it to the side of her. She kept waiting for the blindfold, but it never appeared.

He leaned forward and gently kissed her throat. It made her weak with longing, she loved him kissing her, and as his hands caressed her naked breasts she moaned with pleasure.

‘Now remember,’ he whispered, ‘I’m right here with you.’

‘Yes, sir,’ she murmured, wondering what on earth he meant.

The door creaked open and a beautiful young woman entered. Elizabeth looked at her, puzzled, momentarily forgetting her nakedness, when Lord Michael placed a hand over her mouth.

‘Not a word, Elizabeth, just watch,’ he whispered firmly.

Filled with trepidation she did so as the girl began to move, humming a song. The few clothes she was wearing began to come off, and she was moving closer to Elizabeth who, transfixed, could not take her eyes off her, though she wanted to tear them away desperately.

As the dance continued Lord Michael continued to whisper reassurances in her ear, continued to kiss her throat and her ear, play with her breasts and tickle her clitoris. The girl drew closer and took off everything except her knickers.

She moved in, touching Elizabeth’s breasts, lightly but definitely. Elizabeth gasped. Nancy was one thing; what happened with her was in the privacy and security of Lord Michael’s house, and at least she knew her, but as much as she hated to admit it, Elizabeth felt a strange arousal building. The girl began to pinch her own nipples, and Lord Michael did the same to Elizabeth, who sighed blissfully.

‘Isn’t she lovely, Elizabeth?’ he crooned in her ear. ‘Not as lovely as you, but look at her, enjoy her, she’s dancing for both of us, but especially for you.’

Elizabeth’s head was swirling, her aching need barely overcoming her anxiety. As the lovely young woman continued to move voluptuously Elizabeth gradually began to relax, surrendering to the undeniable heat between her legs.

He felt her reticence waning, and continued kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. Elizabeth sighed deeply as the dancer spread her legs, straddled Elizabeth’s lap, and sat down.

Elizabeth wanted to escape. She also wanted to embrace her. The conflict was utterly confusing. The dancer offered her breasts and pressed them against Elizabeth’s.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and felt the sultry girl cup her breasts. Lord Michael whispered in her ear, ordering her to enjoy it, and Elizabeth moaned as the girl toyed with her. Lord Michael’s fingers were at her clit, rubbing with urgency. She felt the girl rise from her lap, and slowly opening her eyes she watched her pick up her clothes and leave the room.

Lord Michael remained next to her, stroking her thighs. Craving more she closed her eyes again, waiting to feel his fingers back on her sex.

‘No, not yet,’ he said, once again startling her with his ability to know her thoughts and desires. She wanted to beg for release, but knew she must remain silent.

He continued to tease the insides of her thighs, lightly brushing her labia with his fingers, but never penetrating her. She held her breath, determined to remain compliant, but he stopped and she opened her eyes, dizzy with longing.

‘Do you still wish to call me your master?’ he asked.

‘Y-yes, sir,’ she panted.

‘Did you like the girl?’

‘Yes sir, very much.’

‘There may well come a night, my dear, when I will bring you here, just as I did this evening, but instead of going home, as we’re doing in a moment, we might join her in a bedroom.’

Elizabeth, filled with need, discovered she wasn’t put off by the idea at all.

‘How would you feel about that?’

‘I think that would be extremely exciting, sir,’ she replied honestly.

He was pleased with her open response, untied her, helped her with her dress and led her to the door. The carriage was waiting for them, and settling into the comfortable seat she laid her head back. Though the drive home did not take long, to her it seemed an eternity. She was waiting for him to hold her or touch her again, but he didn’t. All he did was clasp her hand reassuringly, which increased her frustration.

At last they were home, and feeling exhausted she gratefully leaned on him as they made their way up the front steps and inside. As soon as he had closed the door he spoke.

‘Go upstairs, get undressed, lie on my bed on your back, and wait for me,’ he ordered. ‘Do not touch yourself.’

She walked up the stairs, too unsure of her step to move quickly, and did as he ordered, hoping he would be upon her quickly – and he was.

He blindfolded her and she felt his naked body against her. He did not bind her wrists or ankles, and she luxuriated in the freedom. He sucked her nipples, rubbing his member against her tummy, then raising his head he whispered, ‘I’m very pleased with you, Elizabeth. You did well tonight, so it’s time for your reward.’

With an experienced ease of movement he penetrated her, sinking deep as her back arched, and he began to fuck her deliciously. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy.

‘Clasp your hands together, above your head,’ he said, his voice noticeably strained, and she did so, lifting her breasts to meet his roving lips and tongue. Then he rose, turned her over, pulled her to her hands and knees, then grasping her hips he thrust into her again, ordering her to finger herself at the same time, and as soon as she touched her sensitive nubbin she knew she would not be able to hold back for long. His cock filled her pussy and he fucked her with strong, slow, powerful strokes. She let her finger be moved by the thrust of his cock, and as he increased his tempo she felt her moment rapidly approaching.

He felt it too, and she was filled with joy when she heard the command, ‘Come for me, Elizabeth!’

She felt him swell inside her as a slow roar began in her ears. The rush began and her explosion started, and with each convulsion she felt him keenly. He was still pumping into her, and the ride continued until finally the swirling momentum ebbed and she flopped back to the bed.