The Inheritance (10 page)

As he neared
he saw her eyes were open, and with a sudden gesture she threw back
the bedcovers exposing her exquisite nakedness.

"Does it
please you, Master?" she asked.

He placed the
lantern on her nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

"It most
certainly does please me, you little minx. But such brazen
behaviour does not fit a proper young lady of society," he said, a
mock sternness to his voice. "I believe a good spanking is required
to correct her."

Elizabeth
giggled, a happy, dozy giggle.

"Place
yourself over my lap," he said, sternly.

She crawled
across his waiting thighs, sighing gratefully as his hand pulled
her waist into his. The firm control was already having the usual
affect and she could feel the moistness grow between her legs.

"Place your
head into the mattress my dear," he instructed. "We don't need any
shrill cries to break the quiet of the house."

He had no
intention of spanking her very hard but knew the inference alone
would be enough to breath fire to her passion.

This is so wonderful
, she thought,
finding the crumpled bedclothes perfectly suited for their
purpose.
Lord Michael, I do love you
so
.

As his hand
smoothed her skin she felt the butterflies flit about. He was
caressing her roundness with tenderness, trailing his fingernails,
lightly scratching, and for the briefest of moments they found
their way to her sex. But before she could even so much as wiggle
against them they were gone.

"Now then,
Elizabeth. Enough of the pleasure," he stated firmly. "Time for the
pain."

He slapped
down three times in succession upon her right cheek, then repeated
the procedure on the left.

"Tell me,
Elizabeth," he said, pausing, "what was a young woman like you
thinking, placing herself in bed in such a scandalous fashion?"

She turned her
head from the rumpled sheets and coverlet.

"I was
thinking my Master would be tempted to ravage me," she replied,
breathlessly.

His cock was
surging to life and her answer gave it the extra fuel it needed to
have it stand at stiff attention. He wished he'd thought to undress
before starting the delicious interlude.

"My goodness,
Elizabeth. Such lewd thoughts from a polite young lady. Shame on
you. This cannot possibly go unpunished."

Turning her
face back down she waited for the scintillating slaps to continue.
She wasn't disappointed. He smacked her again in exactly the same
fashion. Three on the right, followed by three on the left - a tad
harder than the first time.

"Your wish to
be ravaged may well be met," he stated, pausing once again. "But if
you want my member to find its way into your womanhood you will
have to prove to me that you are deserving."

Before she
could turn with an answer three more spanks landed on the right
cheek, followed by the left. And it was beginning to sting.

"You must
first pay for your brazenness as you are doing now, and then you
must show me what a passionate girl you are. That you were laying
in wait completely naked, then admitting your carnal desires
suggests you have a very passionate nature indeed."

Raising his
hand he let fly with three more very hard slaps, eliciting her
first muffled cry.

"And now your
last three on your left cheek, then you shall demonstrate how truly
naughty your nature actually is," he declared.

Slapping with
some severity, the three on the left matched the intensity of the
three on the right. She wriggled, and for the second time stifled
her squeals. His hands rubbed, then squeezed, then rubbed. What a
great joy it was to have her back across his lap. To hear her moan
and whimper and cry out. Were there any sweeter sounds in the
world?

"Up with you,"
he ordered sharply, "lie on your back and place both your hands on
your titties and tweak your nipples until I instruct you to
stop."

Bottom
wonderfully warmed, she crawled backwards and laid down, propping a
pillow under her head. Bringing her fingers up to her breasts she
began to tweak and lightly pinch her pert little buds.

Lord Michael
rose from the bed and hurriedly undressed. In spite of his earlier
activity his cock was rampant. It had been far too long since he
had thrust himself into her warm, wet cavern. Undressed, his cock
free of its restraints, he stared down at the salacious sight.

She had
already spread her legs, for such was her need. Her eyes were
closed and her delicate fingers were pinching her perky titty tops.
He could hear her sighing happily and he stroked his cock, feeling
his essence already dripping from its head.

"Keep those
eyes closed, Elizabeth, and place the fingers of one hand between
your nether lips. You must diddle there until you are ready for
your moment. The other must continue to play from bud to bud. I
will be watching. And no matter what I do you must not stop. Not
until your moment is upon you. Then you must cease
immediately."

"Yes, Master,"
she gasped, feeling the bubble she'd not felt in what seemed to be
a very long time. It was small but it was there, a shadow waiting
to be given form and colour.

He knelt on
his haunches at the side of her thighs and watched her pretty
fingers rubbing urgently against her tiny nub as he held his cock,
stroking and jerking. Glancing up to her breasts he could see her
nipples were as stiff as his member, and the dancing candlelight
made her bounteous breasts appear to be moving with a life of their
own. It was a mesmerizing sight.

His free hand
smoothed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She moaned at his
touch, but a moment later she yelped with surprise as the soft
caress became a sharp slap.

"Sssshh..." he
warned. "You must not squeal in such a way. You will wake the
house."

"Sorry,
Master," she whimpered. "I won't do it again."

"See that you
don't or I shall gag you and spank you quite soundly."

"Yes, Master,"
she breathed.

It's so wonderful to be back under his control. So wonderful
to feel all this
...

Again he
smoothed again he slapped. Again he smoothed again he slapped. Her
creamy inner thigh was turning a delicious pink, and he could see
her finger was moving faster, rubbing fiercely against the magic
button. He rose and moved to the other side of the bed but remained
standing, and leaned over to repeat his attention on her opposite
thigh.

"We must have
a matched set," he announced, as he watched her bite her lip with
each spicy smack.

Straightening
up he watched the ongoing display, and noticed that her breathing
was becoming ragged and her chest was sporting a crimson flush. It
was clear she was nearing her—

"Oh," she
suddenly blurted, though not loudly, and he watched her hand jump
from between her delicious pussy lips and clutch the pink skin
where his smack had just fallen.

"I'm there,
Master," she breathed, "I'm there."

"On your
elbows and knees at the edge of the bed with your bottom facing
me," he said quickly. "Spread wide, and hurry up about it."

Moaning softly
she flipped herself over, dropping to the decadent position. It
left her backside high in the air and she wiggled it at him. It
wasn't a deliberate thought out wiggle. It was the wiggle of a
hungry wanting pussy.

Standing
behind her, he held his cock and placed it at her juicy and
expectant door. His knob touched and she buried her head in the
covers, groaning with her pent up lust.

"You have
shown me the passion of your soul my dear, and now you shall
receive the ravaging you were hoping for."

The promise
washed over Elizabeth like an unexpected shower on a hot, humid
day. He thrust home, and good to his word he grabbed her hips and
pumped ferociously, releasing the frustration of weeks of forced
abstinence. Liberating one hand he began spanking her upturned
backside. It was all she needed.

"Master -
permission... permission..." she begged in a ragged whisper,
raising her head from the bedclothes.

"Yes," he
growled, "bury your head."

She brought
her elbows together bunching the bedclothes as she did. The
explosion rocked her, and Lord Michael felt her walls wrap
themselves around his bursting member demanding his release.

She was
shrilling into the mattress and he swallowed hard, attempting to
suppress his groans of pleasure. She bucked up in one, final,
momentous spasm, and he pummelled forward to meet her as he felt
the last of a great release flood inside her depths.

And it was
over.

His shrivelled
sausage slipped out and he collapsed on his stomach next to
her.

"Come here my
darling girl," he sighed, grabbing her body and wrapping her in his
arms.

She fell into
his embrace, nestling into him, and seconds later began to softly
weep.

"My dear,
what's the matter. Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice full of
concern.

"I don't know,
Master. I feel wonderful. Just overcome. I know not why," she
sobbed.

He held her
tightly.

"It was a
challenging, liberating day my sweet. You walked through the tunnel
of pain and grief and endured and now you have come back to me. It
is only natural you should feel the need to cry a little more."

"Yes, Master.
I understand."

He knew she
did, and he too was filled with emotion. She could not see or hear
it, but silent tears were falling from his eyes.

C
hapter Five

The
Chamber

Lord Michael,
George and James were enjoying a hearty breakfast. The mood was
light; each knowing the focus of their attention could now be the
many decisions that faced them regarding the future of their
beloved Elizabeth. Lord Michael had informed Grace that her
Mistress was not to be disturbed and would be sleeping until nature
brought her from her slumber.

Over several
cups of tea and much conversation, it was decided that George and
James would travel back to the Barrett house in Lord Michael's
carriage, and given the enormity of the backlog of work that was
sure to greet them James would stay for at least three days to
assist him. When James did return he would ride back in the
carriage with Constance being ridden by Roy, the stable lad,
alongside.

It was
mid-morning when they finally broke from the meeting and James and
his father set about packing for their trip. Lord Michael was
rising from the table when Elizabeth appeared, dressed in riding
attire and beaming her beautiful smile.

"Good morning
my dear," Lord Michael grinned, moving quickly to greet her. "You
look positively radiant. I trust you slept well."

"I certainly
did," she giggled. Then softly added, "Once I was able."

"Cheeky girl,"
he whispered. "You'll get a little smack for that later."

"Promise?" she
winked.

"And more," he
replied, happily. "I see you're dressed to ride."

"Oh yes," she
said, thinking about Zeus. She couldn't wait to mount the proud
beast. It would be a thrill.

"Well, let's
get some breakfast in you first. There's plenty left on the table
but you should have something hearty," he said, moving to the bell
cord. "I think some eggs and tomatoes will see you right."

"Thank you,
Lord Michael," she said sweetly, walking to the table and taking
her seat. "I really am quite hungry."

"No doubt," he
smiled.

One of the
housemaids appeared and Lord Michael put in his request. While they
were waiting Elizabeth helped herself to some oversized red
strawberries, over which she poured a large helping of fresh
cream.

"You can have
all of that if you wish," Lord Michael said, encouraging her.
"You're still a bit thin."

She nodded her
acknowledgement as she devoured the sweet berries with gusto.

"Where are you
going to ride, Elizabeth. I don't want you further out than the
line of trees. You must stay within the immediate grounds, where we
can keep an eye on you," he said protectively.

He was
concerned she was mounting up so soon. She would be weak and
doubtless have little stamina. Elizabeth swallowed and looked back
at him.

"Um. Actually
- I was hoping I might have permission for a gallop through the
woods," she replied.

"A gallop?
Through the woods? I hardly think Mindy would be up for a gallop
through the woods," he declared. "She's not Constance."

"Well - the
thing is," she began, "I was hoping - now that I'm feeling so much
better and everything - that I would be able to ride Zeus."

Lord Michael
was shocked.

"Elizabeth, we
have already discussed this. Do you not recall the conversation?
You've not ridden for several weeks and he's a strong, spirited
stallion. You should ride Constance a few times before you attempt
to ride him, if I permit you to ride him at all."

Elizabeth, as
was her new habit, cocked her head sideways. Perhaps what her
Master was saying made some kind of sense. Perhaps it was slightly
premature.

"Yes, my
Lord," she agreed after a few moments of contemplation. "Maybe
you're right about that."

He couldn't
quite understand why she had brought up a subject already decided,
but the arrival of the fried eggs and tomatoes interrupted his
thoughts. She proceeded to eat, her hunger evident. When the meal
was finished she washed it down with a strong, sweet cup of
tea.

"Will you come
to the stables with me?" she asked, rising from the table.

"Actually my
dear I have something I must attend to, but be sure and say goodbye
to your father and brother before you head out. They'll be leaving
fairly soon. I think their luggage is already being loaded on the
carriage."