The Inheritance (3 page)

To James'
relief the only view offered him was her face, her naked bottom
directed away, but he could see that Lord Michael had one of his
legs across hers, holding her firmly in place.

"Elizabeth,"
he said sternly, "you suddenly appear to have a dour way about
you."

He smacked her
bottom once on each cheek.

"Do not think
for one moment I did not know what was on your mind tonight," he
continued, slapping her in exactly the same manner on the same
target areas.

She let out an
odd sound. A sound that Lord Michael took to be admittance of his
truth that she simply could not voice.

"You should
know by now, Elizabeth, that expectations are my department. You
will live up to mine - not the other way around."

"Yes, my Lord
- I mean - yes, Master," she cried.

"Now you shall
be spanked for three items that have caused me displeasure. First,
assuming to think for me. Second, for not showing the appropriate
excitement at the prospect of taking my member in your mouth and
worshipping it as you should."

"Yes, Master,"
she whimpered.

"When I am
finished spanking you, you will do so with great enthusiasm."

"Yes, Master,"
she replied quickly.

"Third, and
the most important," he declared, spanking her four times very hard
and very fast, making her howl and kick her legs, "you have not
been referring to me as you should. It does make me wonder if you
still wish me to be your Master."

"Oh I do,
Master," she wailed. "I do!"

"Then behave
as if you do. Considering the reason we went out on this particular
evening I'm surprised at you. I have a good mind to remove that
collar from your neck this very night and make you earn the right
to wear it all over again. What do you have to say to that,
Elizabeth?"

"Oh Master,
please don't. I am so very proud to wear it. So very proud to be
yours. I will try harder, I promise. Please don't take it off me,"
she begged.

"I shall just
have to see. Be warned. You had better show me by your actions, not
your sniffling words, exactly how you feel. Starting with my cock.
Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master -
yes! It will be a thrill and an honor to - uh..."

"Say it," he
demanded, smacking her again, landing his hand on her flesh with
several quick, scalding smacks.

"Ooooh," she
cried. "I would find it a thrill and honor to - to put your cock in
my mouth and please you, Master."

He stopped
smacking and ran his hand across her bright red cheeks.

"That's
better. You have had your warm up and now I shall spank you for the
incidents I have relayed. When I have finished you will fall on
your knees and please me," he announced.

"Yes, Master,
thank you, Master," she stammered.

James did not
appreciate the commentary about the lascivious events to follow,
but very much enjoyed the manner in which the lecture was
delivered. He would remember Lord Michael's expertise the next time
he was inclined to scold a naughty young lady of his own.

He was also
intrigued to learn about the jewellery gracing Elizabeth's neck. It
was an item about which he had always been intrigued, and
immediately decided the collaring business was something he must
learn more about.

"Now," Lord
Michael said sternly. "Time for your discipline, Elizabeth."

James watched
with satisfaction as Lord Michael's hand rose in the air, the sound
of the man's palm striking her flesh painting the perfect picture.
It didn't take long for Elizabeth to writhe and wriggle, and James
could see the sting being delivered by the expression on
Elizabeth's face. The spanking didn't last as long as James thought
it might, but surmised that Lord Michael, though wishing to
discipline the recalcitrant girl, had other things on his mind.

"That was for
your misplaced expectation," he announced. "Now you shall be
spanked for your lack of obedience and enthusiasm."

"Yes, Master,"
she whimpered.

"And there is
one more thing I forgot to mention. In the cab on the way back from
dinner you were overly flirtatious in front of your brother. It was
completely out of order, Elizabeth. Had we been alone I would have
been delighted, but to behave in such an unladylike fashion in his
presence was most inappropriate."

James was
nodding his head. He couldn't agree more and had thought about
scolding her himself once they had returned home.

"Oh Master,
I'm so sorry," she whimpered. "It won't happen again. I
promise."

'See that it
doesn't," he said brusquely. "For the first misdeed, lack of
obedience and enthusiasm," he continued, "you shall receive ten
smacks from my shoe on your right cheek. For your overly
flirtatious and unladylike behaviour, ten smacks from my shoe on
your left cheek. Do you have anything to say before I begin?"

"Thank you for
correcting me, Master. I have learned my lesson," she replied,
shakily.

"Not yet you
haven't, but you're about to," he declared.

Reaching down
he pulled off his soft leather shoe, handmade in Italy from the
finest leather, and smoothed it across her skin. Lifting it up, he
held it in the air for just a moment before flicking it down
quickly. She howled as it hit, and threw back her head.

"Count for me,
Elizabeth."

"One, Master,"
she cried.

He smacked
again, she yelped and wriggled.

"Two,
Master."

And so it
continued, the slipper showing no mercy as Lord Michael kept an
easy, practiced rhythm, paying her cries of anguish and apologies
no heed. When the ten smacks were completed he moved the shoe to
her opposite cheek and rested it upon the target, waiting for
Elizabeth to compose herself before beginning the second instalment
of her punishment.

James was
absolutely enthralled. No wonder the young woman had become such a
lovely creature. With few exceptions she had been excellent
company, showing grace and respect to her father and had even
treated the servants in a kindly manner. All since Lord Michael had
entered her life a year before. He would watch the last of the
discipline then retire quietly and leave them to their fun.

"Are you ready
for me to continue, Elizabeth?" Lord Michael asked, sternly.

Elizabeth was
sniffling, deeply chagrined at the result of her one year
anniversary. So much for having a marvellous evening of
celebration! So much for receiving a proposal of marriage! So much
for Lord Michael doing salacious, scandalous things to her and
making her swoon with pleasure!

"I'm waiting,
Elizabeth," he said, tapping her cheek with his shoe. "Unless you
want an extra five I'd suggest you answer me."

Elizabeth
squirmed. It was a protest, not an attempt at a more comfortable
position.

"Yes, Master,
I'm ready," she bleated.

Lord Michael
raised the slipper, slapping it down quickly. Though he did have a
magnificent cockstand, he wasn't feeling quite up to par, and
spanked her with a little more alacrity than he would have had he
felt better, and the punishment was over very quickly. For
Elizabeth the fast hard smacks were painful indeed, biting into her
skin with fire, but she preferred the quick delivery over the long,
drawn out spankings he sometimes delivered. They seemed to last
forever.

James had been
fascinated by the delivery of the ongoing punishment, and watched
as Lord Michael casually placed the shoe back on his foot, the
action moving Elizabeth around on his lap. He was in awe of the
effortlessness with which Lord Michael carried himself. Everything
he did was smooth and practiced. A Master indeed.

"Now I shall
squeeze your hot redness, Elizabeth, to underscore my displeasure
at your failure to address me as you should. After every squash you
shall say, thank you Master," he declared. "Perhaps that will serve
to remind you in future, though no reminder should be necessary at
all."

"Oh, Master, I
don't need a reminder, I swear," she cried.

"Apparently
you do," he said, clutching her cheek and squeezing with vigor.

She let out a
howl, followed rapidly with the requisite, "Thank you, Master," and
Lord Michael continued to run his hands over Elizabeth's rump,
clutching hard, eliciting squeals of apology and the words he had
deigned she speak at each episode. Finally satisfied that he had
made his point, he smoothed his hand across her bottom with a soft
comforting fondle.

"I hope you
have learned you lesson," he said, firmly. "If you fail to remember
your place I shall be forced to replicate this punishment and
remove your collar until I am convinced you appreciate its presence
has proven your worthiness a second time."

"I understand,
Master," she quivered. "It won't ever happen again. Not ever."

"It will be
your loss if it does," he promised. "Now then - are you ready to
pay homage to my member?"

"Oh yes,
Master," she cried. She wanted no more of this. When his hands
pressed her skin together so forcefully it was as bad as the
spanking had been.

"Then on your
knees and see to it," he ordered.

As she
slithered to the floor and Lord Michael began to adjust his
clothing to free his swollen manhood, James immediately beat a
hasty retreat, covertly slipping from his hiding place and trotting
silently up the stairs to his room.

Elizabeth
stared at the glistening sausage in front of her before leaning her
head forward and tentatively poking out her tongue and licking the
tip, tasting the salty cream of her Master's pre-orgasmic
juice.

"Lick around
the knob... good girl, Elizabeth," he said gently, encouraging her
lewd act by holding her head between his hands. "Now open up that
cheeky mouth of yours and fill it with my cock."

Her bottom was
smarting and she certainly didn't want any more of the spanking
shoe or his hot hand. But more importantly she wanted to please
him, to show him how much she really did love him. Licking her lips
she obediently opened them wide and placed them around the bulbous
member, moving her head up and down.

She heard him
expel a large breath.

"That is very
nice, Elizabeth. What better way to show your sweet submission. Use
your hand at the base to hold me straight. Do you remember how I
taught you to swallow as you suck? It is the most delightful
feeling. Do that now please."

Elizabeth
closed her eyes and carried out the instruction. It was a simple
matter but she had forgotten about it. That he had to remind her
might be cause for punishment. But he didn't mention her
forgetfulness and she hoped he didn't see it as such. Perhaps he
determined that she'd not yet brought the tantalizing swallow to
bear.

"Yes. Like
that. Excellent," he crooned. "Just as well you remembered or I
would have to do something to make sure you never forgot."

Elizabeth
couldn't sigh with relief but had she been able to she would have.
His hands were gripping her tightly now, and he was making sure her
mouth was devouring him with the speed and depth he found the most
gratifying.

"Yes, like
that, Elizabeth," he continued. "Just like that. Now ready yourself
- ready yourself. I'm going to shoot it down your throat. Take it -
take it all..." he groaned, the spasms shaking him as he felt his
essence flow forward, embracing the warm wetness of her mouth, the
tickling of her tongue. He couldn't have imagined anything better
to commemorate the placement of her collar. A sound spanking
followed by his cock in her mouth.

Elizabeth had
learned how to accept the load and swallow demurely. It had taken
quite a bit of training from her Master to develop the technique,
but once learned it had become second nature. His flaccid penis
slipped from her lips and she licked it clean, just as he had
taught her.

"Very good, my
dear. Very good indeed,' he said, releasing her head from his grip
and reaching for the linen cloth in his jacket with which to wipe
himself.

"Come up here
for a cuddle," he said, fondly.

As he wiped
himself and adjusted his clothing, Lord Michael thought how much he
had enjoyed the salacious deed being carried out in his living
room. It was a first, which he also found appropriate. Earlier in
the day he had told his staff that he wished them to be absent from
the house until midnight. They were surprised and pleased. Rarely
did they have any time off, let alone a Saturday night.

Glancing at
the clock on the fireplace mantle he noted it was just gone eight
p.m. There was plenty of time left for more play should he want it.
But he didn't. He didn't feel quite right.

Elizabeth
settled into the couch and nestled against him, fully expecting him
to fondle her breasts or place his fingers under her dress to
explore her nether regions. But to her surprise he did neither.
Instead he hugged her and told her she was his adorable girl, then
yawned, stating that he wished to have an early night.

"Go up and
tell James you are ready to leave," he told her.

"Yes, Master,"
she replied.

The
disappointment was clear on her face and Lord Michael felt rather
sorry for her.

"My dear, I'm
feeling quite weary. I think I ate too much of that Boar this
evening. I know you'd like more attention and rest assured I will
make it up to you."

"Thank you,
Master," she replied, his reassuring words brightening her, and
smiling sweetly she rose from the couch and headed towards the
stairs.

She was a
sweet young woman and Lord Michael cared for her deeply. Normally
he would have had much more fun with her, especially with her
bottom looking so deliciously crimson, but the unwelcome fatigue
was overtaking him. When he heard her descend the stairs with
James, it was an effort to rise and wish them goodnight, and moved
slowly to meet them.