Free Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) by Maggie Carpenter

sir,’ she said, calming a little but puzzled by the latter demand.
    As she undressed, from the corner of her eye she noticed him take off his jacket and cravat, remove his cufflinks and roll up his sleeves, which unsettled her again. But in her petticoat and bare feet she found the scarves he wanted and stood, full of trepidation, awaiting further instructions.
    ‘Stand at the foot of the bed, Elizabeth, and grip the nearest post,’ he instructed, and trembling slightly she did as she was told. ‘I am going to bind your wrists, young lady, and as I punish you, you will take care not to scream, for if you do a gag is not far behind.’
    ‘Yes, s-sir,’ she stammered.
    He was efficient in his work, and when finished tying her wrists to the ornately carved post he lifted her petticoat, exposing her bottom to his appreciation. Then plucking up another scarf he wrapped it around her waist, holding her petticoat up and out of the way. She was now naked from the waist down, and shivered with embarrassment and fear.
    Picking up the crop, he then addressed her again. ‘Elizabeth, you will now receive three extremely significant strokes from my crop. Do you understand?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she answered breathlessly.
    ‘Are you ready?’ he asked, his voice without apparent emotion.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, cringing.
    He placed the crop across the upper slope of her bottom, leaving it there a moment. Then he lifted it and waited. He heard Elizabeth let out a soft moan, and then he swept it down, the leather implement emitting a pleasing crack! as it found its mark.
    Elizabeth gasped and clenched her teeth, but did not cry out.
    He placed the crop against her once again, an inch or so below the bright red line of the first stroke. He raised it, and bringing it down with another practiced sweep of his arm it landed accurately, exploding in a second raised stripe.
    Again she took it stoically and did not scream.
    Lord Michael repeated his actions for the third time, and when the crop cut into the fleshy lower part of her bottom Elizabeth hissed, threw her head back, clutched the bedpost even tighter, and stamped her foot once on the floor.
    He held the crop to her parted lips. ‘Kiss it, Elizabeth,’ he whispered. ‘Kiss that which teaches you right from wrong.’
    Large tears were squeezing from her eyes as she kissed the cruel crop. Her bottom was on fire, but her tears were more from shame and humiliation than from the punishment itself. He stood beside her, gently caressing her tortured flesh. ‘Your training must now continue,’ he told her, ‘and it will not all be just about discipline.’
    ‘It… it won’t?’ she whimpered, loving the feel of his hand on her burning bottom.
    ‘No, it won’t,’ he said, untying her wrists. ‘First, I am going to move you.’ Holding her by the waist he walked her over to the window. The curtain rod was solid oak, strong and well secured. He lifted her arms, tying them to it above her head.
    ‘Are you sorry, Elizabeth?’ he asked, dropping his hands to caress her bottom cheeks again.
    ‘I am very sorry, sir,’ she sniffled, comforted by his soothing hands.
    ‘Good…’ he quietly comforted, ‘now part your legs and close your eyes…’
    He stood quietly next to her for a moment, making sure she was secure and comfortable, and then began to stroke the insides of her thighs. She gasped with surprise, and then sighed pleasurably.
    ‘How does that feel, Elizabeth?’ he asked.
    ‘Wonderful, sir,’ she replied honestly.
    ‘I’m going to touch you somewhere else now, my dear,’ he said, preparing her. ‘Do you know where I mean?’
    ‘Um, yes sir,’ she whispered carefully, filled with tantalising apprehension. ‘I think I do, sir.’
He trailed his fingers up her thighs, and then brushed her pussy lips, barely touching her clit. She gasped and wriggled slightly. He ventured further. His fingers found her wet and open. She arched her back, pushing against his