The Inheritance by Maggie Carpenter Page A

out hastily, not wishing him to
reach the last number. The last time she called his counting bluff
he applied the rod to her bare backside, laying three cuts which
she had never forgotten. She swore she would never let him reach
five ever again.
    "I was just
wondering," she said, leaning forward and lowering her voice to a
whisper, "if it might be possible to visit me - uh - my - uh - room
tonight - to - um, say hello. If you know what I mean by,
hello?"
    He smiled. She
needed him. She needed a spicy little spanking and some warm,
strong fucking. He nodded his head. After his long snooze and
marvellous release he was in perfect form to provide both and more
than happy to do so, for her sake as well as his own.
    "I think that
can be arranged. I would very much enjoy saying a most special
hello, as would my hand," he grinned, winking at her. "Why don't
you have Grace draw you a nice hot bath. Put yourself to bed and at
some point in the night you will have a visitor."
    A little
twirly thing happened in her stomach and she let out an unbridled,
tiny squeal. He watched as she hurried from the room, anxious to do
whatever it was that she did in anticipation of his visit. He
sighed deeply. She appeared to be completely recovered.
    He wandered
into the drawing room and over a warm brandy, explained to her
father and brother all that had transpired. They could now travel
to their home with confidence, knowing their beloved was completely
better, and that Lord Michael would stay on until they could
determine between them what her future would be. There were many
considerations and plans had to be made.
     
    By eleven
o'clock the house was asleep and quiet. Lord Michael left his
chambers, and carrying a small lantern stole down the long hallway
and up a short flight of stairs to Elizabeth's suite of rooms.
Quietly he pushed opened the door. Elizabeth was lying under the
covers. The fire was burning and two lanterns were sending their
white orange glow across the room. There was smell of roses in the
air and Elizabeth's hair was spread across the pillow.
    As he neared
he saw her eyes were open, and with a sudden gesture she threw back
the bedcovers exposing her exquisite nakedness.
    "Does it
please you, Master?" she asked.
    He placed the
lantern on her nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
    "It most
certainly does please me, you little minx. But such brazen
behaviour does not fit a proper young lady of society," he said, a
mock sternness to his voice. "I believe a good spanking is required
to correct her."
    Elizabeth
giggled, a happy, dozy giggle.
    "Place
yourself over my lap," he said, sternly.
    She crawled
across his waiting thighs, sighing gratefully as his hand pulled
her waist into his. The firm control was already having the usual
affect and she could feel the moistness grow between her legs.
    "Place your
head into the mattress my dear," he instructed. "We don't need any
shrill cries to break the quiet of the house."
    He had no
intention of spanking her very hard but knew the inference alone
would be enough to breath fire to her passion.
    This is so wonderful , she thought,
finding the crumpled bedclothes perfectly suited for their
purpose. Lord Michael, I do love you
so .
    As his hand
smoothed her skin she felt the butterflies flit about. He was
caressing her roundness with tenderness, trailing his fingernails,
lightly scratching, and for the briefest of moments they found
their way to her sex. But before she could even so much as wiggle
against them they were gone.
    "Now then,
Elizabeth. Enough of the pleasure," he stated firmly. "Time for the
pain."
    He slapped
down three times in succession upon her right cheek, then repeated
the procedure on the left.
    "Tell me,
Elizabeth," he said, pausing, "what was a young woman like you
thinking, placing herself in bed in such a scandalous fashion?"
    She turned her
head from the rumpled sheets and coverlet.
    "I was
thinking my Master would be tempted to ravage me," she