Free Their Master's Pleasure by B. A. Bradbury Page B

This way I’m not the one doing painful and degrading things to her, she’s doing them to herself. You see what I’m saying?’
    â€˜Yes, I think I can understand that,’ he said, nodding slowly. ‘But why on earth would she consent to such a thing in the first place, unless... do you compel her, sir?’
    â€˜Not at all - not the way you mean, anyway. Elizabeth is a truly good person, as I said, who loves her sisters so dearly she’s prepared to sacrifice her body and dignity to protect them.’
    I went on to explain the situation with regard to Cathy and how I turned Elizabeth’s concern for her sister to my own advantage. I’d thought my godson would be impressed by the artfulness of my plan, but it was puzzlement I saw in his face rather than admiration.
    â€˜I see,’ he said finally. ‘But still... I’d rather not attend, sir, with respect.’
    â€˜Not attend?’ I exclaimed. ‘What, and miss the show of a lifetime? Freddie, you amaze me; I thought you’d be thrilled at the prospect.’
    â€˜I’m sorry, sir,’ he said quietly, not meeting my eyes. ‘It’s just that I like Elizabeth, and it doesn’t seem right, somehow.’
    â€˜But I like her too. I’m very fond of her, actually, but that doesn’t stop me playing painful games with her or spanking her - just the opposite, in fact. I was fond of Polly, yet you saw how I treated her. I have great affection for Mrs Hammond, but she too has to bare her buttocks from time to time. Surely you must have wished to put Elizabeth across your knee and give her a sound spanking, at least?’
    â€˜Well... yes,’ he said.
    â€˜There you are, then,’ I said. ‘How is this so very different from a bare-bottom spanking, except by degree? Subjecting them to a little pain and humiliation doesn’t mean we think any the less of these delightful creatures: indeed, we love them all the more for submitting to it.’
    He had no answer and after further cajoling finally agreed to join me at Ride-a-Cock-Horse. Though it was clear he still harboured doubts, I felt sure he would get into the swing of things once the entertainment started. Freddie was just like me - and I for one couldn’t wait to put the lovely Elizabeth through her paces!
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Chapter 9
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    Elizabeth undressed slowly. It was not that she wished to tease us; rather that she was excruciatingly embarrassed. Everything about her look and demeanour confirmed it: her neck and face were scarlet, her hands were shaking and she kept her eyes firmly glued to the floor. I glanced over at Freddie, thinking to share a conspiratorial wink, but he looked almost as disconcerted as my ward.
    The three of us were in the nursery, where Dobbin waited patiently, perched atop a pair of stout wooden boxes. The stirrup leathers had been extended as agreed and two shiny brass rings gleamed on his saddle, sewn in place by Elizabeth. Her riding crop lay on the table, but I made no move to retrieve it, having decided to deliver the two dozen at the very end of her ride.
    I was obliged to help my ward with her stays - she was trembling so badly she couldn’t manage them unaided - and when she was naked I decided to have a little sport with her. In accordance with her wishes I had extracted Freddie’s promise that he wouldn’t touch her in any way, but that didn’t preclude him from ogling her or making comments.
    â€˜So, Freddie,’ I said, turning to my godson with a grin, ‘what do you think of my eldest ward? She’s beautiful, is she not?’
    â€˜Indeed she is, sir,’ he said. ‘Very beautiful indeed.’
    Though he glanced at her it could hardly be called ogling, and having spoken up he immediately dropped his gaze. At his age I would have been positively drooling at such a sight, but perhaps the lad just needed a little encouragement.
    â€˜Look at those tits,