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    ‘Now Elizabeth, pay attention,’ he said clearly and precisely. ‘I am going to remove your gag, but it is under the following conditions. One, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Two, you will not answer a question with a question. Three, when I resume your spanking you must do your best to stifle your outbursts. If you make too much noise the gag will be replaced. Do you understand me?’
    The thought of losing the gag filled Elizabeth with relief, so she nodded her head fervently.
    ‘Good. All right, be still now.’
    He reached down and undid the knot nestled in her hair, removing the ascot. He then placed his hand under her mouth and slowly pulled the wet handkerchief from between her lips. Elizabeth could still taste the laundered cotton, but to feel the release of the gag around her head brought great relief.
    ‘Take it in your hands, Elizabeth,’ he ordered, ‘so you will remember that if you disobey those conditions it will be smartly reinserted.’
    Carefully balancing across his lap, she raised her bound hands to take the damp material from him, but he pulled it away and she furrowed her brow, confused.
    ‘Don’t you have anything to say?’ he demanded, and she thought furiously, trying to understand. ‘Aren’t you grateful for the removal of the gag, Elizabeth?’
    ‘Y-yes,’ she stammered.
    ‘Yes what, Elizabeth?’
    ‘Yes, I am.’ What was he driving at now? She didn’t understand him at all.
    ‘Wrong answer, Elizabeth.’
    His hand smacked again, two more times, helping her remember the edict, and though the smacks hurt terribly she didn’t cry out as she wished she could.
    ‘Let’s try again,’ he persisted. ‘Yes, what?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, feeling foolish and cross that she hadn’t thought of it before.
    ‘Good girl,’ he said, his voice suddenly gentle as he tenderly stroked her stinging cheeks, and his words, in conjunction with his soothing caress, sent a strange thrill through her, penetrating her sorry state.
    ‘Elizabeth, when one is grateful what does one say?’ he pressed, as if addressing a simple child.
    She thought for a moment, trying to control her panting, encouraged by his sudden change in demeanour.
    ‘Thank you?’ she replied, hopefully.
    ‘Thank you, what?’ he asked patiently.
    ‘Thank you, sir,’ she answered, finally understanding him now. She was to address him as ‘sir’ at all times.
    ‘Good girl,’ he responded warmly, and offered her the handkerchief.
    She accepted the damp gag in trembling hands, so pleased she had gotten it right, and wondered what strange phenomenon was taking place.
    ‘Now, we shall continue,’ he said, ‘and when I ask certain questions you’ll know the correct answers, won’t you?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, suddenly filled with renewed dread of what was to come.
    ‘Are you rude?’ he began, the next smack landing on the last word.
    ‘Yes, sir, I am rude,’ she cried.
    ‘Thoughtless?’ he continued, the palm of his hand underlining the question.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she wailed. ‘I am thoughtless.’
    ‘Are you petulant and arrogant, Elizabeth?’ he asked, two slaps hitting on each cheek.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she cried, her sobs growing louder.
    ‘And disobedient?’
    ‘I am very disobedient, sir,’ she sobbed.
    ‘And the bath, Elizabeth, are you wasteful?’ His hand landing one more swat on her scarlet skin.
    ‘I am wasteful, sir,’ she cried. ‘Yes, I am wasteful.’
    ‘And how do you treat your servants, Elizabeth?’
    ‘Badly, sir,’ she admitted, knowing through the pain and tears it was true.
    ‘Yes, you do, Elizabeth,’ he confirmed, landing one more sound slap. ‘But you answered all the questions correctly, didn’t you? Good girl.’
    Once again Elizabeth felt a strange sense of satisfaction at his words, though her flesh was smarting and she was mortified at the turn of events. Then as his hand travelled over her skin she heard him say, ‘Think about everything