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guttural cry, plunge forward to savagely empty himself deep within her.
     
CHAPTER NINE. Punishing Isabel.
    It wasn't until late afternoon that John, Debora and Sir Oswald marched resolutely along the passage to knock on Isabel's room, then step in.
    The girl rose from her seat at the window and looked nervously at the three of them. "Where's daddy?" she asked.
    "Having treatment with his nurse," John told her, and stepped further into the room to look angrily at the girl, only now appearing a little contrite.
    "You've been insolent and downright rude!" John told her with a firm voice, staring her down. "Worse, far worse, is that you've not shown your father any loyalty," he said. "The greater part of your punishment will be for that sin.
    "Right now though, you are being measured against your compliance with your father's demands and those of your betters. If you show anything other than complete obedience to our wishes then I will have no alternative but to raise the award, either by providing further strikes, or by using an object other than my hand; such as one of those we understand you have ready in your bottom dressing-table drawer," John warned. "Do I make myself clear?" he asked.
    Isabel bit her lip and nodded, too worried a word out of place would earn her more smacks, or that one of the implements she so enjoyed using on a maid's bottom would be used on her own.
    "Then let me decide where best to provide for your award," he told her, looking about him.
    "What do you think?" Sir Oswald asked, pulling his eyes away from the nervous girl who he would soon see suitably bent, that small and almost boyish bottom of hers raised and presented. He had every expectation of seeing her sex too, the volume of spanks almost guaranteeing she would lose control of her limbs and kick and squirm, perhaps bounce her pelvis up and down too if she were positioned correctly. He would have loved to give suggestions but he was a guest here; not like at home where his word was law and his wife and maids were regularly put over.
    John considered a trifle longer while Isabel caught at her lower lip to pinch it between her teeth, her nervousness making her heart hammer. She almost sobbed when she saw it was to be her bed, John taking the pillows to create a bolster in the middle of the mattress over which she would no doubt be positioned, her bottom thrust up to take her sound spanking.
    "What are you wearing beneath that?" John asked her, pointing to her dress.
    "Just a camisole and knickers," she blushed, her heart hammering at the thought of soon having to bare her bottom, not only for his spanking hand, but to the eyes of the others. What if, under the harsh spanking, her legs crept open and she revealed her sex? She whimpered, her legs weakening at the thought of being on display.
    "The dress can come off, her knickers lowered when she's in position," Debora nodded.
    "You heard," John told her. "Take off your dress," he ordered.
    Isabel whimpered, staggering forward slightly as she thought to drop down in front of him and beg for leniency. Would he not listen if he saw how earnest she was? Her breath caught as she recalled Lilly in exactly the same situation. Isabel had granted her nothing, and why should she? Any more than he should, or would.
    They watched her pull her fashionable dress off, meekly stepping from it with a blazing face as she revealed herself in her fine silk underwear, edges trimmed with French lace, the colour designed to set off her pale skin. She sobbed under the feel of their eyes, growing breathless as those eyes stiffened her nipples to have them press into the thin fabric of her camisole, pinpointing their presence upon the small and firm cones of her breasts.
    "Get into position," John told her, taking off his jacket and beginning to roll up his sleeve.
    Her punishment was fast approaching and she actually welcomed the opportunity to lie down on her front, knowing it would hide most of her against the bed. She