The Inheritance by Maggie Carpenter Page B

replied,
breathlessly.
    His cock was
surging to life and her answer gave it the extra fuel it needed to
have it stand at stiff attention. He wished he'd thought to undress
before starting the delicious interlude.
    "My goodness,
Elizabeth. Such lewd thoughts from a polite young lady. Shame on
you. This cannot possibly go unpunished."
    Turning her
face back down she waited for the scintillating slaps to continue.
She wasn't disappointed. He smacked her again in exactly the same
fashion. Three on the right, followed by three on the left - a tad
harder than the first time.
    "Your wish to
be ravaged may well be met," he stated, pausing once again. "But if
you want my member to find its way into your womanhood you will
have to prove to me that you are deserving."
    Before she
could turn with an answer three more spanks landed on the right
cheek, followed by the left. And it was beginning to sting.
    "You must
first pay for your brazenness as you are doing now, and then you
must show me what a passionate girl you are. That you were laying
in wait completely naked, then admitting your carnal desires
suggests you have a very passionate nature indeed."
    Raising his
hand he let fly with three more very hard slaps, eliciting her
first muffled cry.
    "And now your
last three on your left cheek, then you shall demonstrate how truly
naughty your nature actually is," he declared.
    Slapping with
some severity, the three on the left matched the intensity of the
three on the right. She wriggled, and for the second time stifled
her squeals. His hands rubbed, then squeezed, then rubbed. What a
great joy it was to have her back across his lap. To hear her moan
and whimper and cry out. Were there any sweeter sounds in the
world?
    "Up with you,"
he ordered sharply, "lie on your back and place both your hands on
your titties and tweak your nipples until I instruct you to
stop."
    Bottom
wonderfully warmed, she crawled backwards and laid down, propping a
pillow under her head. Bringing her fingers up to her breasts she
began to tweak and lightly pinch her pert little buds.
    Lord Michael
rose from the bed and hurriedly undressed. In spite of his earlier
activity his cock was rampant. It had been far too long since he
had thrust himself into her warm, wet cavern. Undressed, his cock
free of its restraints, he stared down at the salacious sight.
    She had
already spread her legs, for such was her need. Her eyes were
closed and her delicate fingers were pinching her perky titty tops.
He could hear her sighing happily and he stroked his cock, feeling
his essence already dripping from its head.
    "Keep those
eyes closed, Elizabeth, and place the fingers of one hand between
your nether lips. You must diddle there until you are ready for
your moment. The other must continue to play from bud to bud. I
will be watching. And no matter what I do you must not stop. Not
until your moment is upon you. Then you must cease
immediately."
    "Yes, Master,"
she gasped, feeling the bubble she'd not felt in what seemed to be
a very long time. It was small but it was there, a shadow waiting
to be given form and colour.
    He knelt on
his haunches at the side of her thighs and watched her pretty
fingers rubbing urgently against her tiny nub as he held his cock,
stroking and jerking. Glancing up to her breasts he could see her
nipples were as stiff as his member, and the dancing candlelight
made her bounteous breasts appear to be moving with a life of their
own. It was a mesmerizing sight.
    His free hand
smoothed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She moaned at his
touch, but a moment later she yelped with surprise as the soft
caress became a sharp slap.
    "Sssshh..." he
warned. "You must not squeal in such a way. You will wake the
house."
    "Sorry,
Master," she whimpered. "I won't do it again."
    "See that you
don't or I shall gag you and spank you quite soundly."
    "Yes, Master,"
she breathed.
    It's so wonderful to be back under his control. So wonderful
to feel all this ...
    Again