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sight of his petulant young charge still kneeling, her naked bottom raised, red, and exposed. It was a very satisfying sight.
    Upon hearing his return Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. Her neck was aching and she was miserable, but she was determined not to move, no matter what.
    ‘Stand up.’
    The order was like music to her ears, so still holding her skirt she struggled to her feet. The muscles in her shoulders protested and she found her knees were quite sore, but she didn’t complain. In fact she barely noticed the discomfort as she faced him.
    ‘Have you thought about anything since I’ve been gone, Elizabeth?’ he asked.
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she admitted. ‘That I wasn’t to move.’
    He laughed. It was perfect. It was the only thought she should have had. ‘What would you like to do now, Elizabeth?’ he went on.
    ‘I’d like to lay down for a rest, sir,’ she said.
    ‘No, Elizabeth, that’s not what you would like to do,’ he countered. ‘Think about the question.’
    She furrowed her brow. What was he talking about now? That was exactly what she wanted to do, and she should know.
    ‘What would you like to do, Elizabeth?’ he repeated.
    ‘Have a bath, sir?’ she suggested tentatively, trying again.
    ‘Tell me, my dear, do you ever take into consideration the feelings of another?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows. ‘Perhaps, for example, you would care to consider my position for a change.’
    ‘Oh, yes sir,’ was all she could think of to say. ‘Of course sir.’
    ‘Do you see how I’m dressed, Elizabeth?’
    She looked at his attire. She hadn’t really paid it any attention when he first reappeared, but now she realised he was dressed in his sporting gear, freshly polished boots included.
    ‘Let us go, my dear,’ he said. ‘I would like to take a stroll in the fields, and so we’re going to take a stroll in the fields.’
    ‘B-but, what about my underwear?’ she stammered.
    He paused, silent and stoic, studying her. The gaze was unnerving.
    ‘What about my panties, sir?’ she repeated carefully, wondering if perhaps he hadn’t heard her the first time.
    ‘Did I say anything about them?’ he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.
    ‘No, sir,’ she answered.
    ‘Elizabeth, just how many smacks are you going to need today?’ He sighed dramatically, raised his eyebrows, and cast her a very stern look indeed. ‘Lift up your dress again,’ he said, getting impatient.
    ‘Oh, but?’
    ‘Did I not tell you, quite clearly,’ he interrupted her, ‘not to speak unless spoken to, and to do exactly as you are told? If I wanted you to put your drawers back on, would I not have instructed you to do so? Now turn around and bend over. Really, Elizabeth, you are becoming quite tiresome.’
    She stifled a protestation but did as he ordered, and received a swift smack on each buttock, then once again he stood in front of her, offering his hand. She obediently took it, kissed the palm, and thanked him for her punishment.
    ‘Straighten up,’ he ordered, and she did so, looking up at him gingerly. ‘All right, Elizabeth, the gag.’ With pleading eyes she lifted her bound wrists and opened her hands, offering the crumpled handkerchief. ‘Ask me to gag you, Elizabeth, for speaking out of turn.’
    ‘P-please sir, will you gag me for speaking out of turn?’ she asked obediently, a sigh of resignation escaping her lips.
    ‘Very well,’ he said, ‘open up.’
    Elizabeth did as she was told, and Lord Michael gently fed the wadded cotton into her mouth, but he did not tie his ascot around her head on this occasion. ‘Hold that in your mouth, Elizabeth, until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?’
    She nodded her head, accepting that she was responsible for keeping the punishment gag in place.
    ‘Right,’ he said briskly, ‘follow me.’ Without looking back he strode from the room, and Elizabeth, handkerchief in her mouth, wrists bound, minus her underwear, dutifully