The Inheritance (31 page)

He saw her
eyes light up. It had been a very busy week and he had not allowed
them to meet in the chamber for several days. She was beginning to
think it was not because he was tired or he was concerned about her
need of rest, but was all part of a grander scheme. Happy and
relieved she crawled across his thighs and waited, feeling his hard
member under her belly.

"I shall be
spanking you for some time," he said, running his hand across her
white, perfect, round bottom. "You are to receive one hundred
smacks on each cheek."

She cringed.
That sounded like a lot of spanking.

"I know what
you're thinking and you are correct, my dear. It will be
significant. I will be spanking in sets of ten with a brief rest in
between, during which I will be making a statement. Please do your
best to listen to what I have to say," he said, firmly. "It is your
job to keep count of the number of sets. If you lose your place I
shall have to start over so I would suggest you use your fingers.
This way you won't have to think," he advised. "Each set will be
harder than the one that preceded it. If you need to cry or sob or
call out you may do so. But please understand, Elizabeth, this
spanking is set in stone and must be carried out."

"Yes, Master,"
she quivered. He had said it was the beginning of her initiation.
Loving and trusting him as she did she did not ask any more
questions.

"Are you ready
for me to begin?" he asked.

"Yes, Master,"
she breathed, not quite sure if she was or not.

Raising his
hand he spanked from cheek to cheek, counting out as he did so.
Elizabeth thought it was all perfectly pleasant. Even though he had
warned her that each set of ten would be harder as he went along,
she couldn't imagine it would be terribly difficult to bear. He was
smacking quite nicely.

"That's the
first set of ten, Elizabeth. Do you have your thumb out?"

She had been
so busy thinking about the actual spanking she had already
forgotten his instruction. She closed both fists and then popped
out the thumb of her right hand.

"Yes, Master,"
she replied.

"Good. The
first set of ten is complete," he proclaimed formally, and before
she could comment his hand started again, exactly as before but
with a little extra bite. When he called out the number ten her
bottom felt quite warm and had a bit of a sting. She poked her
forefinger.

"The
initiation will begin in earnest the night after tomorrow at a
location near your family home and quite close to my house."

His hand
lifted in the air and landed with an earnest smack and continued
with the same level of zing. By the time he had finished she was
beginning to think this wasn't going to be so easy after all, and
poked out her third finger.

"The schedule
you will follow before the gathering will be regimented and
strictly enforced," he declared.

Starting up
again his pace quickened, and while the slaps may not have had a
great deal more force, the quickness of their application increased
the degree of pain. She was gasping as she released her fourth
finger from the fist.

"After I have
finished spanking you I shall bring you to the point of orgasm
three times, but you will not be permitted your release."

Oh dear. Oh dear
.

His hand rose
and fell with the alacrity he had just applied, but with greater
force, and she found herself wriggling and squirming across his
lap, grateful when he finally finished the set.

"Once I have
denied you, you will suck my cock and I will shoot my cream down
your throat."

Ooooohhhh
...

The spanking
resumed, but this time slower and definitely harder. By the end of
the ten she was clenching her teeth. But she remembered to put out
the fifth finger.

Halfway. I'm halfway there
...

"For this I
shall remain fully clothed and you shall remain naked."

With the same
force the smacks began but faster. Her bottom was beginning to burn
and she let out sharp yelps as his hand blasted on.

"When we
retire to the Bridal Chamber I shall sleep in a full length gown
but you shall remain naked."

Why? Oh my
goodness!

Starting up
again, Elizabeth cried out as his hand pounded her burning bottom
with rapid fire smacks. She shot out her sixth finger.

I can't take much more, Master. Please stop!
she silently cried.

"In the
morning I will tease you three more times and deny you, and you
will suck my cock once again."

This time his
smacking was so fast she could hardly breathe. While it was over
very quickly, she was squirming furiously in an attempt to escape
the blows. But she remembered to pop out her finger.

Please let the next three be fast so this is
over
...

"I will dress
you for your travels back to my house."

His hand fell
on her bottom and she kicked out her leg. Her wish for a fast end
was not granted. He smacked her with slow forceful slaps and the
ten seemed to last forever. Exhausted, she released the eighth
finger. All her thoughts were mush. All she could feel was her
backside.

"We will leave
here very quietly in the early hours leaving a note. There will be
no fanfare or long goodbyes. You will travel in my carriage
blindfolded. I will be teasing you for most of the trip. You will
be allowed rest periods when you can doze, but at any time you are
awake you will either be kneeling before me, or straddling me, or
across my knee. There will not be any part of your body that will
not receive my attention."

The spanking
resumed with the same force but not as slowly. She suddenly felt
the onset of tears.

"I gave you
permission to cry, Elizabeth," he said tenderly, as if reading her
mind. "In fact, I suggest you do so. It will help."

She burst into
tears as he continued slapping her scorched behind, and knowing the
end to this ritual was almost at an end, released the ninth
finger.

"When we
arrive at my house there will be no staff, but some food will have
been left ready. You will eat, then be put to bed until the
following morning. This last ten will be the hardest Elizabeth, and
please cry as you wish."

The pace of
the last ten was odd. Two very hard to start with a great pause
between them. Two more hard and quick, which caused Elizabeth to
shriek and kick. Then two as the first. There were four smacks left
for each cheek. Eight total. She was crying but her sobs began to
abate. It appeared he had stopped. Had she missed his last
count?

"Pay
attention!" he said firmly. "This is going to hurt but you will
hear the words. Are you ready for your last four?"

"Yes, Master,"
she sobbed, grateful that it was about to end, but dreading their
application.

His hand
lifted high in the air.

"
You
," he
exclaimed, as it hit down hard, "
are
" he continued, his hand dropping
down and exploding on her bottom, "
my
" his palm bouncing off her burnt
backside, "
wife
"
and so it continued, each word accentuated with a fierce smack,
"
and I love you!
"

Elizabeth was
sobbing. Her bottom was on fire and she couldn't believe how hard
he had spanked her. Though she knew it was part of the preparation
for the Initiation, she was most upset. If this was the start, what
was she in for next? And would she be able to handle it?

But the last
four words filled her heart and made it bearable. His hand was
running across her bottom, soothing and comforting, and he leaned
forward, blowing cool air on the flames. He held her there, doing
his best to ease her discomfort until her tears had stopped and she
was breathing normally. Lifting her up he laid her gently alongside
him.

"If you ever
doubt my love for you, just remember those last eight smacks.
Whatever might cause your fear, rest assured it will be only your
imagination," he said, gently.

"Yes, Master,"
she breathed.

"Those words
were not part of the initiation spanking. I felt them as I smacked
you so it was right to say them. I would never wish to spank that
hard unless you are truly deserving of such discipline, but I so
understand why it is required," he said, needing to get the
heaviness off his heart. "It will be worth it when you pass the
tests, and I know you will. Becoming a member of the inner circle
will give both of us a great deal of pleasure for many years to
come."

"I trust you,
Master. I'm sure it will," she said, doing her best to smile.

"Now let us
rest a while before going up to the Bridal Suite."

She curled up
next to him, wondering what was in store for her, but believing she
would prevail no matter what was presented.

Chapter
Seventeen

Thirty-Six
Hours & Preparations Continue

As Lord
Michael had promised, as soon as they awoke he teased her
mercilessly then instructed her to place her lips around his knob
and pleasure him. It was the prelude to the ride back to his house,
which was exactly as he described.

He had dressed
her in nothing but a tight fitting black corset that held her
breasts high and proud, and black stockings and shoes, then placed
a long cape around her shoulders that buttoned from her neck to the
hemline, which ended at her ankles. He informed her the flowing
cloak had been custom made and was used by the women of the
prestigious Circle to cover their lack of attire whenever they
needed to travel out in such clothing.

Creeping
silently through the house in the early hours of the morning, Lord
Michael left a note in the silver tray in the foyer, offering
George and James a most heartfelt thank you and warm farewell.

The carriage
was waiting in the drive and he whisked her across to it before
they could be seen or stopped. It rolled away and immediately he
ordered her to remove her shoes and kneel.

And so the
journey began. The first little while he spent tweaking and playing
with her nipples and breasts, his hands squeezing and roaming
across her soft mounds. She was happy to be on her knees. Her
bottom was still quite tender from the long spanking the night
before and at least she wasn't bouncing on the seat.

He then had
her straddle his lap, and his mouth and tongue took over where his
hands had left off. By the time he had finished with her titties
she was aching with need, craving for his touch between her legs.
To her disappointment no such attention was forthcoming. Instead he
announced it was time for her to rest and could do so in any
position she chose.

She decided to
lie across his lap, resting her head on her cape rolled up on the
seat. It was comforting to feel the coolness of the air across her
backside and the rolling of the carriage lulled her into an easy
doze.

She was woken
by his hands caressing her bottom. It was a soothing, loving caress
and she sighed with pleasure as his hands gently fondled her,
smoothing away the lingering smart. He slipped his fingers between
her thighs and sliced between her lips, feeling her hot wetness.
His cock pressed against her belly, angry at its confinement, and
Elizabeth wriggled against it, wishing they were in their secret
chamber and he was about to ravage her.

"Stop,
Elizabeth. You must not grind against me," he said firmly.

"Sorry,
Master," she whimpered, ceasing her gyrations. "It is
difficult."

"No excuses.
From this moment forward you must control every temptation."

"Yes, Master.
I will," she promised.

The tips of
his fingers moved from her passage and nipped at the milky white
skin of her inner thighs. He scratched and rubbed then returned his
attention to her cunt, where his hand lingered for a very long
time. He would bring her close to her moment then slow, but never
cease its movement. She was moaning and gasping with need, and when
she was almost in tears from frustration he stopped, and told her
it was time once again for her to rest.

As she
attempted to doze, she decided he needed to bring her to such a
heightened state of arousal so she would be in the right frame of
mind for whatever awaited her at the Initiation. Then another
thought fluttered through her mind and she wondered if the ongoing
lascivious attention was part of the required preparation, like the
spanking. A few minutes later she came to the conclusion that the
'why' didn't matter. If this is what was required by her Master
then that's all there was to it.

When next she
awoke he was spreading her cheeks. She gasped, wondering if she
would ever become accustomed to the intimate inspection. He held
her open for some time - longer than he ever had before - doing
absolutely nothing except that one act. Her initial embarrassment
turned to extreme discomfort as the minutes ticked by.

What was he
doing?

It was almost
unbearable. There was no pleasure, just embarrassment. She wanted
to squirm but knew she must not. Instead she could only lay there
in utter humiliation and wait until he was satisfied.

The minutes
ticked by and still he was holding her apart. She realized she
would achieve nothing by her state of anxiety, so took a deep
breath and closed her eyes, settling her head into the soft folds
of the cape. If he wanted to stare at her lewd little hole for this
long then so be it. She couldn't hold her breath any longer, or
gasp any longer, or hold her body in rigid mortification any
longer. She sank her body into his lap and rested.