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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