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Elizabeth,’ he persisted. ‘Was your behaviour appropriate?’
    She sighed, resigned to her fate, and shook her head. ‘No, sir,’ she said quietly, ‘I suppose it was not appropriate.’
    ‘And do you think you should be punished?’
    ‘Yes, sir, I suppose I should be punished.’
    ‘Very good, young lady, perhaps something did sink in after all. Come here, lift your skirt and bend over.’
    Standing, head bowed, she did exactly as he instructed. He stood for a moment, staring at the beautiful young lady holding her skirt up, bent over at the waist, waiting for her punishment. It was a most pleasing and satisfying sight. He moved closer and positioned himself so he was facing the opposite direction to her, then wrapped his left arm solidly around her waist, his right hand firmly holding the shoe.
    ‘Do not make one sound, Elizabeth,’ he warned. ‘Do you understand me? Since this is a lesson in obedience, we’ll see just how obedient you can be when you put your mind to it.’
    Elizabeth could not believe she was in such an awful predicament again. How could she have been so stupid? If only she had done as she’d been told. He was rubbing the cold sole of the shoe across her right buttock. She clenched her teeth and waited… and waited. She felt the leather leave her tender behind, and assumed the smack would be just another second longer. She cringed, but nothing happened. Then the rubbing commenced again, caressing, moving softly. She couldn’t bear it. Why didn’t he just spank her and get it over with?
    ‘Do you deserve a punishment, Elizabeth?’ he asked, continuing to rub the leather over her skin.
    The question made her think about her deliberate act of disobedience. ‘Yes, sir,’ she answered, hoping she sounded repentant enough.
    ‘Why is that, Elizabeth?’
    ‘Because I disobeyed you, sir.’
    ‘That’s correct. Ask me to punish you.’
    She winced at the humiliating decree. She actually had to ask to be spanked!
    ‘I’m waiting, Elizabeth.’
    ‘Pluh-please, sir, will you punish me for disobeying you?’ she blurted.
    ‘Yes,’ he mused, ‘I most certainly will.’
    Lord Michael swept the shoe down hard and flat against her flesh, still tender from the spanking. She felt the pain considerably, the burning smack loud against her delicate skin, but she made not a sound. He moved the shoe to the other cheek, caressed it for a moment, and then smacked it hard. Again there was not a sound from her lips. He repeated the treatment twice more on each cheek, leaving plenty of time between each strike for the sting to penetrate and absorb.
    When finished he removed his anchoring hold from around her waist and ordered her to remain bent at the waist. Then moving around in front of her he offered her the article of punishment.
    ‘Elizabeth, take my shoe and kiss it,’ he said, ‘and thank me for your castigation.’
    Utterly defeated, she took the leather item in her bound hands and pressed her lips to it. ‘Thank you for my punishment, sir,’ she sniffled.
    ‘Kneel down,’ he instructed, ‘elbows on the floor, bottom raised, place the shoe back on my foot, and stay there.’
    She did as he said, albeit a little clumsily. Her wrists were still tied and her hands still held the damp handkerchief. When she was done she stayed perfectly still, maintaining her submissive posture.
    ‘Good,’ he said, and then just stood there gazing down at her. Though it was only a few minutes to Elizabeth, in the pervading silence it seemed a very long time.
    ‘Stay,’ he said softly.
    He walked across the room, removed the key from the lock, opened the door, walked out and closed it behind him. Standing in the hall he could feel her complete stillness and obedience within the room. He knew she would not move. He locked the door and went to his room to change.
     
    Lord Michael was gone for about twenty minutes, and just as he knew she would be, when he unlocked and opened the door he was greeted by the