The Inheritance (33 page)

"Oh Master,"
she sighed. "I know what you said but I know this is very important
to you, and it's all down to me."

"Ah,
Elizabeth. That is where you are mistaken. If you take a mis-step
it will be due to my lack of training, not your inability to listen
and obey. It is called the Circle of Master's Extraordinaire - not
submissives extraordinaire."

"But I thought
you said it was all about the submissive," she replied,
confused.

"It is - but
it is the demonstration of the submissive's training and her
passion. Your passion is evident my dear; it is my training that
will determine the outcome of the tests."

She sipped her
water and stared at him thoughtfully.

"I think I
understand," she declared. "My goodness, after all the training
yesterday and today I can't imagine I won't do very well indeed,"
she added.

"Quite," he
chuckled. "And now, if you have finished, a nice nap before you
dress and we head off."

"I do have
butterflies," she admitted.

"Of course you
do. Butterflies are to be expected. I have them too," he grinned.
"Now, be my well trained, obedient girl and go up and rest. I'll
wake you when it's time to get ready."

"Yes, Master,"
she replied, and taking a last sip of water, rose from the table
and trotted up the stairs to her room.

Chapter
Eighteen

The
Initiation

Waking from a
gentle touch on the shoulder, she found Lord Michael smiling down
at her.

"You have a
bath waiting," he said, gently kissing her forehead.

Slipping from
the sheets she saw a glimpse the ordained clothing already laid out
on the chaise lounge by the window. A white corset.

"You have ten
minutes to bathe and I'll be here when you're finished," he
informed her. "I'll be paying close attention to every detail of
your appearance."

She yawned and
nodded, and he watched her naked body pad its way into the
bathroom. Her perfect bottom was still pink, the ruddy redness
having all but disappeared. Restlessly wandering to the window, he
stared out at the gentle countryside disappearing as the evening
drew near, then paced for a few minutes, finally settling in the
chair by the fireplace.

Lounging in
the tub Elizabeth closed her eyes and said a prayer, asking God to
give her the strength and wisdom to see her through the challenges
she would be facing in a very short while. Opening her eyes she
felt strangely confident and decided it was her faith in her
Master's training that was helping her feel so sure about herself.
If anyone deserved the title Master Extraordinaire, it was Lord
Michael. She hurriedly finished her bath, and moments later found
herself standing by the chaise lounge as he placed the corset
around her body.

It was white
shiny satin and lace with cups that buttoned over her breasts and a
front flap that also buttoned, dropping between her legs, covering
her curly bush and hiding her pussy, but the back was another
matter entirely. The fabric became quite narrow as it moved up her
backside and virtually disappeared between her cheeks, leaving her
basically bare. She blushed scarlet as she saw her reflection in
the mirror.

"Everything
you are wearing this evening, with one exception, has been provided
by the Circle. It is decreed my dear. It is the chosen attire for
the Initiation."

"Yes, Master,"
she quivered. Strangers were going to be viewing her very pink
bottom, the result of his spanking still clearly evident.

Pulling up the
white stockings she discovered they rose to mid-thigh, held in
place by lacy garters.

He instructed
her to lift her hair from her face, and though used to Grace's
help, she managed by holding it in place with various decorative
combs. When the dressing was complete he moved to his large oak
dresser and removed the box containing the wide leather collar in
which she had been training and had worn to the previous events
they had attended.

Standing
behind her he removed her gold collar and placed the wide leather
one around her neck. A warm chill shivered down her spine. It
wouldn't be long now!

"There!" he
proclaimed. "You are ready."

She stared at
her reflection and smiled. In spite of her misgivings she was very
happy with what she saw. The satin shimmered, the lace was divinely
feminine, and the tight lacings gave her figure a truly fine form.
The suggestive buttons at her breasts and belly seemed to invite
attention, and the black collar around her neck contrasted
dramatically with the white of her attire. But she was still in
stockings and peered around seeking out her footwear.

"Master, I
have no shoes!" she exclaimed, seeing nothing on the floor to cover
her feet.

"That is
correct. I will be carrying you to the carriage and into the house
upon arrival," he told her.

"That means
the carriage driver..."

"The carriage
driver is no concern of yours, Elizabeth," he said, sternly.
"Remember, tonight it is simple obedience. Whatever is asked of
you. There must be not a second - a second - of hesitation or
thought."

"Yes Master,"
she replied, feeling her pulse quicken.

"Downstairs
now, and I shall put you in your cape."

He snapped the
leash on the collar and she followed him down the stairs, her
thoughts shifting to the night ahead, though she couldn't imagine
what might lie in store.

Draping the
cape around her shoulders he buttoned it all the way down, then to
her surprise he did not pick her up in his arms and carry her in
the manner she was expecting; he bent down and placed her over his
shoulder. She let out a little squeal of surprise, the
embarrassment of the carriage driver seeing her stocking feet
rapidly vanished. This was far worse!

She clenched
her teeth as they approached the cab. Out of the corner of her eye
she could see the driver holding open the door, but the darkness of
the night and his wide brimmed hat concealed his expression.

"Thank you
Flanders. You may return to your seat at the front."

"Yes my Lord,"
the man answered, and leaving the door ajar walked to the front and
climbed onboard.

Lord Michael
gently lowered her down so her feet rested on the step. She moved
quickly inside, sat down, and closing the door behind him Lord
Michael joined her. A moment later the carriage began to roll
forward.

"Position
number one, Elizabeth," he ordered, and immediately she knelt in
front of him, her hands behind her back, head bowed.

"Turn around,"
he continued, and she did, shifting on her knees, trying to keep
her balance as the carriage jostled along the ground.

She felt the
soft black fabric slide across her eyes. A blindfold. He tied it
securely and knotted it off.

"Is that
comfortable? It's not pressing against your eyelids too tight?" he
asked, wanting to be sure she was entirely at ease. He could not
risk any pressure against her eyes that might be a distraction. She
needed all her wits about her.

"It's perfect,
Master. Thank you."

"Very well.
Stay as you are. We will be there soon."

It may have
been a short journey but to both Lord Michael and Elizabeth it
seemed to take a very long time. When the carriage finally came to
a stop Lord Michael checked his watch. They were exactly on time. A
good omen. He did not wait for the driver to open the door, and as
he stepped from the cab he ordered Elizabeth to shuffle forward,
then helped her feet find the step. As soon as she was standing he
leaned down and once again, placed her across his shoulder and
walked up to the front door of the house.

The residence
was grand indeed but that didn't surprise him, he would have
expected nothing less, and carefully climbed the steps to the tall
front door. It was opened before he could knock by a young woman in
a scandalously short skirt, and stockings that ended before the hem
of the skirt began, and though he couldn't be sure it appeared she
wasn't wearing any type of undergarment. He was convinced if the
girl were to bend over he would have an excellent view of her most
private parts.

"Lord Michael.
Welcome," said his host, Cecil Wentworth, one of his oldest and
dearest friends.

"Thank you,
Cecil," Lord Michael replied, extending his hand, carefully
balancing Elizabeth as he did so.

Cecil shook it
vigorously.

"We are
delighted. Delighted. Everyone is here and we are ready to begin,"
Cecil said briskly. "Please follow me into that room and place your
bride in the center of the large round white rug. You will see an
empty chair. That is yours. Please take it and remain seated
throughout the initiation unless asked to do otherwise," he
finished, then immediately turned and began walking forward. Lord
Michael fell into step behind him and as they approached the wide
double door, Cecil stopped and ushered him in, following closely
behind as a manservant closed the doors behind them.

Lord Michael
wanted to stop and take in his surroundings but kept moving,
carrying Elizabeth forward to the white rug. There was a semicircle
of chairs facing the rug about twenty feet removed, and he guessed
each chair to be about six feet apart. There was a man seated in
every chair but one, which he realized must be his, and a
blindfolded woman kneeling next to each of them to their left.

He stood
Elizabeth on the rug, and as he placed the end of her leash into
her delicate hand he whispered, "Listen and obey," then walked
quickly to his seat.

Scanning the
room he saw it was lit by several elaborate candelabra which
offered excellent light, and he spotted a buffet against the wall
covered with foodstuffs and wines, but it appeared it had not yet
been touched.

"We are very
happy to welcome Lord Michael Kensington and his new bride,
Elizabeth," Cecil began, his voice cool and clipped. "We all know
him very well of course, and I'm sure we all agree that we cannot
imagine having a finer fellow as one of our own. It is up to
Elizabeth now. Knowing Lord Michael as I do I suspect she is more
than up to the challenges with which she shall be presented
tonight. But first, we must meet her," he proclaimed.

Elizabeth was
trembling. Try as she might she could not will her body to stop
shaking. The man her Master referred to as Cecil was unbuttoning
her cape and any minute her naked bottom would be viewed by a group
of complete strangers, though how many she knew not, and it
mattered not!

Being seen at
the events she had attended was one thing. There were many like her
and she wasn't blindfolded. This felt very different indeed. It was
intimate and she could sense the watchers were close at hand. Very
close.

He was at the
hem of her cape. How could she stop trembling? Then it came to her.
The manner in which she had accepted his lewd act in the carriage.
She had surrendered - and allowed herself to...

That's it!
Relax and accept! Just relax and accept!

Her trembling
stopped as the last button was slipped through its slit at the very
bottom of the cape. It dropped from her shoulders and Cecil placed
his hands upon her shoulders.

"Please turn
slowly, Elizabeth," he said, gently, guiding her around.

His voice was
warm and deep, different than it had been when he was addressing
her Master in the foyer, and it offered immediate comfort.

She had made a
half circle when he paused her and she knew the men were feasting
their eyes upon her backside. To her shock there was an outburst of
applause, but when the clapping stopped the comments began. She
wasn't sure which was worse - or better! It was all very
startling.

"Lovely, look
at that bottom."

"Very nice
Lord Michael. You have chosen well."

"What a pretty
pink she turns. I will enjoy spanking that bottom."

The last
comment sent a shiver up her spine.

Oh no. Some
other man is going to spank me?

Cecil resumed
her turn and she was soon facing front, and more comments fell
about the room.

"Beautiful
bosom."

"I like the
curve of her waist to her hips. Perfection."

And so on, the
salacious observations continuing until at last the room fell
silent.

"Any other
observations?" Cecil asked. "Very well, we shall move on," he said
formally.

"Elizabeth,
your first instruction is very simple. For the rest of the evening
you must not speak or make any sounds whatsoever."

She almost
blurted out, yes Sir, but realized that would have disobeyed her
first command. Little did she know Lord Michael was holding his
breath. It was a trap. Submissives were so conditioned to respond
to every command with "Yes, Master" or "Yes, Sir" it could be
almost automatic. But she didn't utter a sound.

"Excellent.
Very well done, Elizabeth," Cecil said, praising her. "A number of
women were foiled by that. It shows us you are paying
attention."

Lord Michael
remained stoic, but his heart was beating very fast and he let out
a covert sigh of relief.

"Lord Michael,
Elizabeth presents very well. She has a full, moist mouth and I
must say, very pretty hair. It's full and thick. Excellent to hold.
Elegant neck. Yes, all very nice. A lovely bosom, as I believe
someone pointed out," he said, smiling. "A shapely tapering to her
waist and an excellent swell of the hips. Her legs possess genuine
grace." He paused. "But I believe we would all agree that her
bottom is exquisite. Probably her finest feature. Elizabeth turn
slowly again, this time without my aid, so everyone may view your
divine derriere once more. Certainly one of the most spankable I
have seen."