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you’ve just acknowledged, Elizabeth, and what it is I’d like to hear next.’
    He listened to her sniffles as he caressed her burning cheeks. With continued training she would become and remain pliable, obedient, and worth the time and attention of a gentleman. And she would have to be spanked regularly; such spirit as hers needed to be kept in check. Then at last he heard the words he’d been waiting for.
    ‘I’m sorry!’ she suddenly blurted. ‘Please, sir, I’m so sorry!’
    He smiled with satisfaction. ‘That took you long enough,’ he said. ‘But perhaps the people you mistreated are the ones who deserve your apologies.’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, happy to agree with anything he might say.
    ‘Starting with Grace. When you see her tomorrow morning you’re going to apologise to her, aren’t you, Elizabeth?’
    The suggestion shocked her, and she hesitated fatefully.
    ‘My hand is quite tingling,’ Lord Michael stated, then reached down and pulled off his leather shoe. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, and for a moment she thought he had been distracted. But then a shockingly sharp pain reverberated through her bottom and she shrieked pitifully.
    ‘That was too loud,’ he admonished ruthlessly. ‘Do we need the gag again, Elizabeth?’
    The terrible sting of the shoe left her breathless, and she shook her head miserably.
    ‘N-no, sir,’ she stammered through ragged breaths. ‘S-sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.’
    ‘I should think not. Now, I asked you a question, Elizabeth, and you didn’t answer me so I shall repeat it for you. You’re going to apologise to Grace, aren’t you?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, her voice wavering, ‘I am going to apologise to Grace.’
    ‘Good. And then you will apologise to your father, and your brother, and Smithy. In fact, everyone to whom you have ever been rude. Isn’t that right, Elizabeth?’
    ‘Y-yes, s-sir,’ she spluttered.
    ‘Excellent.’ He smiled contentedly. ‘Now, just to even things up, and so you will definitely remember what will happen to you should you decide to disobey me…’ The shoe leather hit her other cheek with a scorching slap and she hissed, clenching her teeth, but she did not shriek as she had previously.
    ‘All right, Elizabeth,’ he concluded, ‘I am going to let you up now. You are to step out of your underwear and you are to keep your garments raised by holding them up under your elbows. Then you will stand by the window until I tell you to move. You may cry, you may sigh, but you may not talk. Do you understand me?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, stifling a sob.
    ‘Good girl. Up you get now.’
    He helped her up from his lap, and then stood to steady her as she stepped out of her fine silk drawers, which had been, much to his delight and entertainment, flapping as she helplessly kicked the air during her chastisement. Then obediently holding up her lacy petticoat and skirt, she walked shakily to the window and stood, head bowed, sniffling quietly.
    As she studied the floor she knew she had been rude and wilful and unkind to the servants, but as the minutes ticked by the throbbing sting began to abate, she regained her composure, and she found herself wondering if her past behaviour, so unacceptable to Lord Michael, was her right. Wasn’t she born to it? It wasn’t her fault if she had been blessed by wealth and station. The servants belonged to her family. She may have been unkind from time to time, but they should consider themselves lucky to be even employed!
    She wished she was anywhere but there. Suddenly she hated him – sort of. Actually, try as she might it was impossible to hate him, and the truth was she didn’t know what she was feeling. Except for the smarting of her bottom and the unexpected wetness between her legs.
    She thought about turning and speaking to him, but knew if she did she would be disobeying him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. He would surely spank her