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he had been holding throughout their interview. She noticed how wizened his hands were, and as she met his gaze, how tired his eyes had become.
    'More importantly, how did I do?' Lillian replied. She had listened attentively. Not wanting to be too intrusive on their first proper meeting, she had asked little, merely prompting him occasionally where she felt it necessary, and where his fading memory had stumbled.
    'I think you are going to be a splendid biographer. You have your father's intelligent eyes. If your mind is half as sharp as his, I will be honoured.'
    She hadn't mentioned her father to him before, although she knew that they had been acquaintances at Oxford. 'You knew my father well?'
    'Yes, very well. I was a great admirer of his.'
    'It's strange, he never talked about you or Lord Willingham much.'
    'Maybe he had his reasons.'
    She was intrigued now. 'What reasons?'
    'Let us not rush things. All in due course,' he said, his voice sounding weary and irritated.
    'Did you fall out?'
    'You certainly have your father's inquisitive mind,' Hyde-Lee answered, a hint of admonition in his tone.
    As he spoke the maid entered the room, a prompt for Lillian to leave.

4: Lord Willingham Punishes Magda, the Polish Girl
    Willingham stood over the naked girl, her left arm handcuffed to the four-poster bed. She was kneeling on the silken sheets.
    'Magda, I am very angry with you?'
    'Sorry, sir,' the Polish girl whined.
    'How many times have I told you that you must have respect for Mr Everton?'
    'But he hurt me, sir. He made me wear these beads inside of me all day and I just couldn't take it.'
    Willingham was aroused by the girl's Polish intonation. Part of him felt sorry to have to part with such an arousing woman, just because his brother had invited that idiot English woman.
    'Quiet girl. You know that Mr Everton is allowed to do anything he wants with you.'
    'But, sir, it was impossible, I cannot eat or sleep without thinking about the beads, sir. They make me feel sexy, sir, all the time. I had to take them out.'
    'Do you want to be a good girl for your Mistress or not?' Willingham asked forcefully.
    'Yes, sir, I do.' Willingham looked into the stunning cool blue of Magda's eyes. 'Then you have to accept that we who are your masters are allowed to do anything we want with you, and it doesn't matter how much it hurts you, you have to accept.'
    'Yes, sir.' Magda's shoulders drooped in defeat. She knew that the Master was right.
    'Or you know what is going to happen to you?' Willingham's voice was kind, almost tender with her.
    'Yes, sir.'
    'We'll send you away and you'll never get to see your Mistress again.'
    'No, sir, I don't want that to happen,' Magda sighed.
    'Well, Magda, the choice is yours.'
    'Yes, sir, I want to stay. Please let me stay.' Her voice was moist, pleading. She loved her mistress so much that she would do anything for her.
    'So, you do know what is going to happen to you now, don't you?'
    'Yes, sir,' Magda said fatalistically.
    'I am going to have to get Mr Everton to punish you very hard for your wretched disobedience.'
    'No, sir!' Magda exclaimed involuntary. 'Not him. Can't you punish me, sir? Mr Everton is so hard on me. I couldn't sit down for a week the last time he whipped me, sir.'
    As he contemplated the situation, Willingham ran the palm of his hand over the smooth skin of the blonde's slender back. She really was astonishingly beautiful, the way her blonde, wavy hair cascaded down. He gazed along the length of her slender back down to her pushed-up, round bottom. He could not resist trailing the tips of his fingers between the cleft of her buttocks, resting them lightly on the tiny crater of her anus. He heard Magda give a little sigh of pleasure.
    'Would sir like me to pleasure him?' Magda asked.
    'Magda, you really are not learning. You know that when I want to be pleasured I shall tell you. I certainly don't need you to tell me,' Willingham spoke sternly. Magda was a keen submissive and a