The Inheritance (13 page)

"You may
begin, Elizabeth," he said. "Close your eyes and play with your
pussy while I worry at your lovely breasts."

Elizabeth
slipped both her hands between her legs, opening her lips with one
and touching her nub with the other, pressing and rubbing
fervently. Lord Michael cupped and squeezed her breasts, fondling
and lightly pinching her already stiffened buds.

"Oh Master,"
she whined, 'that feels so good."

"I know,
Elizabeth. Now slide your fingers inside your cunny. Don't just
play with your little knob. Let me see you frig yourself. Quickly
now."

She slithered
her fingers between her sex and pushed one finger, then two, inside
herself, wriggling further down the tub as she did so. She was
becoming very excited and Lord Michael expressed his fingers from
one nipple to the next, pinching and tweaking, each time a little
snappier than before.

"Oh Master,"
she sighed, "I am so close."

"Good girl for
saying so," he said tenderly. "Rest your hands at your sides now. I
wish to toy with your generous titties some more."

He knew the
more time his hands spent enjoying her bounteous breasts, the more
excited and more frustrated she would become. As he predicted just
a few minutes passed and she was writhing in the sudsy water,
squeezing her thighs together to the point he was afraid she would
send copious waves over the side of the tub.

"That will
do," he announced, standing up. "Towel off and be quick about it,"
he ordered sharply, and walked into her bedchamber.

Glancing
around the room he spied the ribbons she had been wearing in her
hair and instantly conceived a further element to her discipline.
Retrieving them, he laid them at the foot of the bed then settled
himself on the edge of the mattress and considered her punishment.
The position she would find herself would give her a good dose of
humiliation. Just what he believed she needed after her potential
indiscretion, but as she emerged from her bathroom, padding toward
him as God made her, he was hard pressed not to march over and
sweep her into his arms, throw her on the bed and lustily have
her.

"Come here and
stand in front of me, Elizabeth," he ordered, drinking in the
ravishing sight.

Elizabeth
moved demurely forward and stood expectantly, assuming he would ask
her to kneel or lay across his lap.

"Turn around,"
he said firmly, and she did, now believing she would be placed on
her elbows with her bottom high in the air, her least favourite
pose. But to her surprise he grabbed her hips and pulled her on to
his lap.

"Lean forward
and rest your hands on the floor, and extend your legs out behind
you. Do not fear, I will not allow you to fall."

Elizabeth
couldn't quite understand but bent over and placed her hands on the
floor while pushing her legs back. She felt his arms grasp her
thighs, pulling them against his hips. She was upside down, her
bottom and nether regions fully exposed to his eye. A wave of deep
embarrassment washed over her. She could easily imagine the view
she was presenting.

"There now,"
he announced, fondling her bottom, squeezing her cheeks then
pulling them apart. She was gasping, wishing she could move
somehow, but the position allowed her no such luxury and she
realized how much she missed being able to squirm and writhe on his
lap. In her year under his authority he had never placed her thus.
Elizabeth thought she had endured and enjoyed all the various
aspects of punishment and pleasure Lord Michael had to offer. She
was very much mistaken. This was something new and startling.

"I believe you
will remember this particular moment in the future. Won't you,
Elizabeth?"

"Oh yes, Sir,"
she squeaked.

"I am actually
very pleased with you. You did not succumb to the tempting
invitation offered by this nefarious Mr Carrington and you
confessed the entire episode. You should be very relieved. Had you
not, you would have found yourself in this very position, but
receiving my shoe on your naked behind in a most forceful manner,
followed by the rod tomorrow. And I can assure you it would not
have been three short stripes."

"Yes, Master,"
she whimpered.

"I believe you
know right from wrong, Elizabeth. That which pleases me and which
does not," he lectured. "If you ever have any doubt you will
present the facts to me and I will advise you. I promise you,
should I ever have reason to turn you up this way again, your
bottom will not be very happy by the time I have finished. Do I
make myself clear?"

"Oh yes,
Master. Very clear. Thank you, Master."

Elizabeth was
overcome. But she felt relieved and gratified. Lord Michael was
right. She had almost crossed a line that she knew was wrong.
Terribly wrong. That she had even thought about it was deserving of
the punishment she was about to receive.

"Your spanking
will commence now," he declared. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master,"
she breathed.

His usual
manner was to slap her flesh with one hand. On this occasion he
used both palms, simultaneously spreading his smacks across the
entirety of her naked backside.

"Oh Master,"
she cried. "I'm so very sorry."

She was aching
to move, and the lewd position and her feeling of utter
helplessness made the spanking all the more dire.

"One more
outburst and I shall extend the time I have allotted," he warned.
"Be quiet."

He added an
extra zing to his work, and Elizabeth bit her lip and scrunched her
face to keep from yelping or begging him to stop. Just when she
thought she could take no more the slaps ceased.

"I see
evidence of your naughtiness, Elizabeth," he said firmly, touching
her glistening juice.

She whimpered
as he slithered a finger inside her warm, wanting recess and
frigged her slowly, eliciting cries of need. He added a second
finger and continued his lascivious work. She was sure if he
continued she would succumb to the bubble looming ever closer.

"I believe you
have been taking me a little for granted," he said sternly, moving
his wet finger from her sex.

She groaned as
she felt it depart, then gasped as it began sliding up her
crack.

"I believe a
lesson in humility is in order," he said simply.

The nature of
her position allowed him free access to press his freshly moistened
finger against her most private orifice. Though she was well
trained in accepting an intruder there, her upended stance made it
seem even more depraved than usual.

"Oh Master,"
she groaned, her voice filled with humiliation.

"That's it
exactly, I am your Master," he said sternly. "You know what you
must do."

She was
gritting her teeth. This particular invasion felt so different. He
was being so formal and regimented in his manner. A sudden sharp
smack broke her thoughts. Immediately she took a deep breath and
did her best to relax - to accept the unwelcome visitor.

"Better," he
said, his voice brusque as he pushed further. He held his finger in
place until she became completely accepting, then added a second,
and with his free hand began to spank her.

"You must
always remember, Elizabeth, that I am your Lord and Master. As I
stated a few minutes ago, it is clear to me a serious dose of
humility is required and a good dose you shall receive," he
declared. "Before the unhappy circumstance that brought us to this
place you were behaving in a most impudent and indignant manner. Do
not dare to take me for granted again. Do not dare to think that I
don't know what is best for an inexperienced young woman such as
yourself. You must once again prove you are worthy. The lovely
young girl of several months back would never have considered
placing herself in the saddle of another gentleman. Would she?"

Elizabeth was
quietly crying. His scolding lecture had stung but her Master was
right. She had been impudent, and taking him and all he offered for
granted knowing full well she was misbehaving. In months past she
would never have considered - even for a moment - of mounting a
horse with anyone other than him.

"Master I am
so sorry. I see how I have been. I am so sorry," she sobbed.

"Feel my
fingers in your backside my dear. My hand spanking your bottom," he
continued, as he fingered and slapped her. "You will behave as I
expect. I will be very strict with you until I believe you are my
sincere, sweet, obedient girl once again."

As if to make
his point he wriggled his fingers aggressively and slapped her with
gusto.

"Yes, Master,"
she groaned. "I promise to be your perfect Elizabeth," she
cried.

He pulled his
fingers from her naughty hole, then rubbed and caressed her
reddened, burnt behind.

"I don't
expect you to be perfect but I do expect you to think before you
act, and most of all to obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master.
I do understand. And if I have any questions I shall immediately
come and talk with you before acting," she sobbed.

"Good girl.
Crawl off me please, then turn around and present your wrists for
binding."

Elizabeth
clambered off, feeling awkward and embarrassed. It had been a hard
lesson but she was glad of it. Glad of it and grateful. Turning
around on her knees she meekly presented her wrists, her fingers
interlocked as she had been taught.

Lord Michael
picked up the long pink ribbon he had left on the foot of the bed
and began winding it around her wrists. Elizabeth recognized it
immediately as one she had left on her dressing table. She was
relieved he was tying her. Her pussy was very hungry and throbbing
between her legs. While she would have resisted the urge to rub
herself, having her fingers unable to do so made it easier to
bear.

"Every time
you wear this ribbon in your hair," he said firmly, "you shall be
reminded of this moment. How your bottom is feeling, how your cunny
is hungry, and how you were upside down being taught a lesson.
Perhaps it will aid in your rehabilitation."

"Yes, Master,"
she sighed, as she watched him tie it off, leaving a long tail.
"Master?" she added, looking up at him.

"Yes,
Elizabeth?"

"Thank you,
Master. So very much. I feel like myself again."

Elizabeth
meant every word. She felt soft and sweet and modest, and once
again the most important thing in her life was to please him. He
smiled down at her.

"I'm glad of
it. I can feel your sincerity. I can see your gentle nature has
returned. Good girl. I shall always be here to make sure you are
the Elizabeth you should be, and want to be," he finished, then
leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"Please climb
on the bed, lie on your back and spread your legs wide. I shall
pleasure myself now to your lovely nakedness. Close your eyes and
toy with your beautiful boobies."

"Yes, Master,"
she answered, and quickly placed herself as he instructed.

As soon as she
was settled he dropped his trousers and freed his swollen manhood.
He had a bursting cockstand and anxiously began to rub, eyeing her
bright rosebuds as her delicate fingers pinched them. He imagined
how delightful it would be to fuck her later that evening. He would
take her to the secret chamber where there would be no one to hear
her cries of bliss, or cries of pain, or uttered cries from total
debauchery.

Laying her on
that large bed, the clean sheets inviting them, he would have her
kneel on all fours, her luscious bottom waiting for his hand or his
cock. His eruption was building and his volcano was already
excreting drops of pleasure. Slowing his hand he stared down at her
curly bush and proud tits.

"Roll over,"
he said sharply.

She
immediately flipped herself on her stomach, and he gazed at her
backside hungrily. Tonight he would finish the job. Tonight he
would make her spread her pretty cheeks for him. Tonight he would
slide himself inside her most private of parts and remind her of
her place in no uncertain terms...

...he
swallowed his deep groans as the explosion bubbled up and burst
forth, drooling down his hand. He jerked again and again, the
spasms grabbing him, controlling him, until they abated, leaving
him satisfied and spent.

"Don't move,
Elizabeth," he said, and hurried himself to her bathroom to
wash.

When he
returned he donned his trousers then rolled her on to her back and
sat on the bed.

"My sweet
girl," he crooned. "How do you feel?"

"Oh Master," she breathed. "I feel wonderful. My bottom is
stinging, as it should be - and I'm
so
in need for you," she moaned. "And
I know my place again."

"Good girl."
he smiled, and leaned in, touching his lips to hers. He allowed
them to rest there a moment, then pressed urgently, kissing her
with a long, deep, powerful kiss that left her panting.

"I must tie
your wrists to your waist now, and you will lie under these sheets
until I return."

"What about
Grace, Master?" she asked.

To her shock,
he flipped her over quickly and spanked her twice, very hard.

"How can you
think for a moment that I have not considered Grace?"

"Oh Master,"
she whimpered. "Will I ever get it right?"

"You are
perfect. Even when you're not," he smiled. "Now get some rest. I
have all these things under control. You need not worry your pretty
head about anything except pleasing me."

Taking the
second piece of ribbon he had left at the foot of the bed, he
secured it around her waist and attached it to the ribbon around
her wrists, then pulled the bedcovers over her.

"Nap well," he
said, and kissed her on the forehead.

Taking the key
from the inside of the door, he left the room and locked it behind
him. Elizabeth was a handful there was no doubt about that. But he
had been accurate in his description. She was perfect even when she
was wrong.