The Inheritance (34 page)

Instantly she
began to move her feet as delicately as she could. She had never
felt so mortified - nor so alive. Every part of her felt energized
and she was tingling with excitement, and now very glad of the
blindfold. She wasn't sure she'd be as brave as she was if she was
forced to see the men for whom she was being paraded.

Cecil's
glowing review had filled her with relief and joy. The man had said
so many flattering things she was sure her Master would be feeling
very proud, and she could hear more complimentary comments about
the plumpness of her cheeks.

"I must
compliment Lord Michael on the excellent application of the
requisite spanking," Cecil declared. "Though the tan is fading it
is clear how he applied his hand evenly on each cheek, the form of
the tattoo still quite visible. Stand still please, Elizabeth," he
said quickly, and she froze. His hand touched her bottom and she
clenched her teeth. It was so intimate... so...

"Here you can
see," he continued, moving his finger around Lord Michael's target
area, "how practiced he is. Turn a half circle please Elizabeth, so
the other half of our audience can view your deliciously spanked
bottom."

She moved
again, feeling the hot flush move across her neck and up her face.
She was sure the crimson colour was matching her seat cheeks
perfectly. Again his fingers circled the smacked spot.

"As you can
see..." he said, his voice tapering off, and was quiet for a moment
or two as his hand delivered his speech, and she could feel a
thousand eyes upon her backside.

"I believe a
round of applause is deserved for our colleague," he finally
announced. "He did a masterful job - if you'll excuse the pun - of
his one hundred spanks. Masterful."

She heard the
men clapping and took the moment to gather her wits, taking a deep
breath and letting it out.

Relax and accept
, she told
herself.
No matter what, obey, obey and
relax and accept
.

"Leash please,
Elizabeth," Cecil demanded as the applause died away.

She lifted her
hand and felt the leather lead being taken from her fingers.

"Position two
please, Elizabeth," he instructed, brusquely.

Elizabeth
immediately dropped to her hands and knees, grateful that Lord
Michael had run through all the positions over and over again that
morning. He didn't use the numbers very much any more, and she was
sure she would have forgotten them had he not refreshed her
training.

"Excellent."
He began to walk forward and Elizabeth, having practiced being led
blindfolded for a full hour earlier that day, knew how to follow
the footfalls and keep her hands turned inward so they would not be
stepped on. Cecil walked slowly, whether from kindness or not she
did not care, she was simply grateful. He gave the leash a little
jerk, and as she had been taught she stopped and rose up, chin
lifted, hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward.

"I shall let
you do the honours, Lord Michael," she heard him say, and a split
second later she felt her Master's fingers unbutton the cups of the
corset. She gulped, but remained completely still and silent,
though she was mortified that her breasts were now on display for
all to see.

"A little soft
I think," the man said. "Would you care to...?"

"Certainly."

The sound of
Lord Michael's voice filled her with confidence and calm. His
fingers, so marvellously familiar, pinched each rosebud causing
them to instantly pucker.

"Yes. That's
better. Let us begin the circle. Position two!" Cecil commanded,
and Elizabeth dropped down. "Spank her on each cheek as hard as you
would like."

Lord Michael,
without running his hand across her cheek or even placing it in
position first, slapped her bottom very hard, the two smacks
landing in quick succession.

"Forward,"
Cecil proclaimed, and Elizabeth scampered next to him until he
jerked the leash, once again signalling her to rise up and present
her breasts.

"Oh fine!"

It was a new
voice - rather thin, and she imagined the man tall and gangly with
narrow lips.

"Very fine,"
he continued. "Full - and what pretty nipples."

The stranger's
hands squeezed and played. Her face was flaming but she didn't move
or utter the slightest squeak.

It will be over soon
, she told
herself.
Relax and accept!

"Position
two."

She dropped
back down and the thin voiced man began to fondle her bottom. It
took all her willpower not to scoot under herself as his hand
roamed across every inch until finally he smacked her, not nearly
as hard as her Master but hard enough to offer a sting.

"Forward,"
Cecil declared, and so it continued. Every few feet she was
stopped, her breasts presented, played and toyed with, then her
bottom slapped twice. She wasn't able to count how many men there
were and it didn't matter. By the time she had been led back to the
rug she was in a very odd state and felt almost as though she was
living a dream.

"Stand up,
please Elizabeth," Cecil ordered, and Elizabeth rose to her feet,
legs slightly apart, head lowered, her hands behind her back.

Lord Michael
saw the doors open and a manservant arrive with a straight-backed,
armless chair. He knew what that meant. Someone was going to spank
her. The chair was placed in the middle of the room and the
manservant left, closing the doors behind him.

"Gentlemen, if
you would please look under your chairs, except for you Lord
Michael," he chuckled. "For obvious reasons you are not able to
participate in this particular lottery."

There was
general laughing around the room as Cecil continued.

"You will find
an envelope secured underneath the seat of your chair. Each of
these envelopes were shuffled then put in place. When you open the
envelope the winner of the lottery will find a card saying,
'winner'. The rest of you will find a card saying, 'better luck
next time'."

The laughter
continued as the men ripped open their envelopes.

"I say. I have
it," a voice shouted.

Lord Michael
looked across at the winner and broke into a broad grin. He really
liked the fellow. Brian Hamilton was his name, a young aristocrat,
but not spoiled or churlish, and though Lord Michael only knew him
from the events at the Society he had always found him most
agreeable. If anyone was going to spank Elizabeth he was pleased it
would be him.

But Lord
Michael hadn't guessed quite right.

"Ah. Mr
Hamilton. Delighted. Please bring your wife forward, standing if
you will."

There was a
murmur among the men. Apparently this was a surprise to them as
well.

"Come along
Cordelia, up you get," the young man said.

Lord Michael
wanted to laugh. Up you get wasn't exactly a strict instruction,
but it did the trick and his wife rose to her feet.

"If you would
please bring her here and seat her on the chair."

Brian Hamilton
led her forward by the leash and sat her down. Elizabeth, still
standing next to Cecil, began to sense a fresh tremble coming on.
She flashed her mind back to the carriage.

Relax and accept. Relax and accept
. It
worked. The moment passed.

"And if you
would be so good as to expose her breasts," Cecil continued.

The young man
leaned across and unbuttoned the cups covering her full, rather
large titties. Lord Michael peered closely. They were sizable and
quite nice but not nearly as beautifully formed as Elizabeth's. He
felt a surge of pride.

"Come here,
Elizabeth," Cecil said, taking her elbow. "Please place yourself
across this woman's lap."

Nervously
Elizabeth leaned forward, trusting there would be a lap to fall
upon. Once settled she felt the handle of the leash touching her
mouth. She waited. He had not instructed her to take it.

"Very good
indeed, young lady. Open your mouth and take the leash between your
teeth," he said, and to her delight she heard a light smattering of
applause.

There was a
tittering among the men. This was a salacious surprise. Lord
Michael scanned their faces and could see each and every one of
them was totally engrossed by the girl on girl play.

"Please stand
behind the chair, Brian," Cecil ordered, and Lord Michael watched
as his view was cleared and he could indulge his eyes with the
lascivious sight of Elizabeth's glorious bottom perched in the air,
lying across the lap of the very attractive woman.

"Cordelia -
reach your hand out and feel Elizabeth's bottom. Feel where it is,
feel the rough patches where she received the required spanking
from her Master. I believe most of the slaps just applied landed in
the same spot. Have you ever spanked another woman, Cordelia?" he
asked.

"No, Sir," she
quivered.

"Well then, it
will be an interesting experience for you. Mind you smack her
smartly. If you don't I shall be forced to take the chair and spank
you soundly for not doing a good enough job."

Elizabeth
could hear the men laughing and commenting. She thought she should
be horrified at her state but she wasn't. Not at all. Quite the
opposite in fact. She was charged up and loving every libidinous
moment. Her Master had been right. She was passionate about her
perversions. The woman's cool thighs felt so delicate compared to
Lord Michael's strong, muscled legs, and when Cordelia's hands
caressed her cheeks she thought it a sweet, delicate touch, and
wouldn't have minded if the woman had been ordered to progress her
fondling fingers between her legs.

Cordelia felt
the target then raised her hand, though not very high, wanting to
make sure she didn't miss when she smacked. But when she did flick
her hand down she did so with surprising force and Elizabeth was
stunned by the impact, biting her lip not to cry out.

It was a
narrow escape. Cordelia began to move her hand across to the
opposite cheek then changed her mind. It was obvious to all
watching that if she were to complete one cheek first then move to
the other, it would be a much easier task. She would only have to
find her place twice.

She began
spanking, her little hand fluttering up then dropping down,
spanking soundly. To the men watching the scene was luscious.
Elizabeth began to wriggle silently, and when Cecil told Cordelia
to stop and start with the other cheek Elizabeth breathed a sigh of
relief. With her bottom still so tender she wasn't sure she could
have endured much more without crying out.

The spanking
on her other cheek didn't feel as hard, but by the time Cordelia
was ordered to stop it was so close to her tolerance level it
didn't matter.

"Smooth the
skin please, Cordelia. Our initiate has done very well and deserves
a little comfort."

Elizabeth
could hear the murmur of approval from the onlookers. In all of
this she sensed no cruelty or unkindness. But of course, she
realized, Lord Michael would not have subjected her to anything
ugly or mean, and if they had been on offer she had no doubt he
would have come to her rescue.

"Very nice.
You did well Cordelia. Perhaps your Master might find you a
playmate one of these days."

Lord Michael
glanced at the young nobleman and thought he detected something in
the young man's smile. He had a feeling that Brian Hamilton was
already considering where he might find such a female friend.

"Lord Michael,
if you would be so kind as to join me."

He rose from
his chair and walked forward, finding his legs quite unsteady. He
hoped nobody noticed, though they would not be able to help but see
the evidence of his very fine cockstand.

"If you would
please remove Elizabeth from Cordelia's lap," Cedric instructed, in
his most elegant and formal manner.

Lord Michael
ordered Elizabeth to drop the leash, then taking it in his hand he
helped her to her feet and placed her at his side.

"Brian, please
take Cordelia and return to your seat."

"Jolly good,"
Brian enthused. "Splendid show," he remarked, and all the men
laughed.

His boyish
enthusiasm and good cheer helped break the coolness of Cedric's
leadership. It wasn't offensive at all, being so jubilant and
guileless, but Lord Michael wondered how his wife had ever survived
the Initiation. As charming and entertaining as Brian was, Lord
Michael could not imagine him being a strict and proficient
Master.

"Please place
Elizabeth on the chair, bottom facing the members."

Taking
Elizabeth by the waist he guided her forward and helped her find
her position.

"May I have
your permission, Lord Michael, to check her wetness?"

"You may
indeed," Lord Michael replied.

Within the
Brotherhood it was not permitted for another Master to touch a
girl's cunt without express permission from her Master.

"Please
position her as to have her bottom protrude with her knees apart as
safely as she can in the chair."

Lord Michael
guided her hands to the sides of the seat and lightly smacked her
inner thigh, first one leg, then the other. She moved each a few
inches with each slap until she was as spread as she could be. He
stepped to the side and lightly tapped the small of her back. She
instantly arched, poking out her backside in a most provocative
fashion.

"Gentlemen,
that is an excellent example of masterful training. Not a word was
spoken but the result was achieved in an excellent style. Lord
Michael you have my admiration and respect. I have been leading
these initiations for many years and that is the most proficient
display of placing a girl in this position I have yet to see."