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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