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all over again, and she was sore enough, thank you. No, she would stand there as long as he wanted. That would be that, and then she would go to her room and rest for the remainder of the day.
    Lord Michael viewed his handiwork. Her bottom was a lovely blotchy shade of pinks and reds. Undoubtedly she would need some more hearty smacks from him before the day was out, and definitely more in the days and weeks to come, but she was fixable, he was sure of it. She was a very naughty young lady; even more so than he had at first thought. He knew it would take more than one sound spanking to teach her the error of her ways, and he was more than up to the task. Indeed, he was looking forward to the challenge immensely.
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
    Long after she had stopped sobbing and the scalding pain had turned to a dull throb, Elizabeth was still standing, holding her dress, staring at the floor. She could hear Lord Michael moving about the room, and wanted desperately to speak to him, or to simply drop her dress and walk out.
    She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and her bound wrists were really starting to annoy her. Twice she had an itch on the tip of her nose, but she couldn’t reach to scratch it without running the risk of dropping her skirt. The situation was starting to make her angry again, and her lesson in wilfulness was fast being forgotten.
    Lord Michael was well aware of this. He knew it was only a matter of time before her spoiled nature would get the better of her and she would utter a petulant word, or drop her skirt, or worse. Then her education would continue.
    But he decided to expedite the process. Initially he only had the rest of the day, and there was still much to accomplish. So, addressing her from across the room he announced, ‘Elizabeth, I am leaving the room for a minute. You are to stay exactly as and where you are.’
    With that he unlocked and opened and closed the door, but rather than leave the room, he quietly moved back and stood by the fireplace. It was a deception, but necessary.
    Elizabeth heard the door close, then listened intently. Her arms were aching from holding up the dress, and she really had taken enough. She listened again, cocking her head to one side. She could race up the stairs and lock herself in her room. He wouldn’t be able to get in there. Yes, that’s what she would do, and she’d better do it while she had the chance.
    A wry smile crossed Lord Michael’s lips. He could almost hear her considering all the possibilities and options. It wouldn’t be much longer now. The atmosphere in the room grew more tense…
    Only a few moments more passed and Elizabeth dropped her skirt, turned, started for the door, and stopped abruptly as she saw him standing by the fireplace, hands behind his back, watching her.
    ‘Going somewhere?’ he asked.
    She froze, shocked and dismayed, and stared into steely brown eyes.
    ‘So, it appears you are still a disobedient young lady.’
    ‘And you are a cheating beast, sir!’ Despite her awful predicament she could not suppress the unwise outburst.
    He moved with surprising stealth, grabbed her bound wrists and threw her down into a large armchair. Then nonchalantly he reached down and took off his shoe again. ‘Do you have anything to say in your defence?’ he asked.
    Her heart was hammering and she felt completely furious, but the continuing burning in her bottom and the menacing shoe in his hand were keeping her fury in check. She may have been rebellious, but she wasn’t stupid.
    ‘I’d just had enough, that’s all,’ she began, ‘and I thought I’d—’
    ‘Elizabeth, stand up,’ he snapped, ‘lift your skirt, turn around, and bend over.’
    Her eyes grew wide.
    ‘You just admitted you were disobedient because you felt like being so. Do you think that’s acceptable behaviour?’
    Swallowing hard she studied the carpet, and frantically searched for a rational explanation.
    ‘I asked you a question,