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a little as her bottom touched down, a reminder of the spanking he had so deftly administered.
    ‘Stretch out and close your eyes,’ he said, and to her surprise he removed her muddy shoes, and as she lay down gently covered her with the blanket. ‘Now,’ he went on, ‘I’m going to make the most of the peace and quiet by enjoying my book,’ and he drew a small leather-bound novel from his coat pocket.
    In a few minutes she was dozing comfortably. He watched the rise and fall of her chest, indicative of her deep, even breathing. He thought her remarkably beautiful, looking so at peace as she rested. Settling into the rocking chair he allowed the fire to entrance him, and the rhythm of the steady rain lulled him; a reassuring sound, and he invited himself to relax too and flicked open the pages of his book.
    If strangers had passed by at that moment and peered in through the window, they would have seen a truly tranquil scene. Lovers, they would assume, the gentleman giving the lady the comfort of the cot, both resting after passion’s visit.
     
    When Elizabeth awoke he was standing over her.
    ‘Hello, my dear,’ he said. ‘Did you have a nice nap?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, stretching her arms above her head.
    ‘And what would you like to do now, young lady?’
    The question sounded familiar, and she knew there was a correct response she was supposed to have.
    ‘Elizabeth?’ he prompted, and then it came to her.
    ‘What would you like to do, sir?’ she asked tentatively, pleased she had remembered.
    ‘Good girl,’ he said. ‘That’s close enough, although the correct answer is, “whatever pleases you, sir”.’
    ‘Yes, sir, whatever pleases you, sir.’
    ‘Good girl,’ he repeated, and she felt that surge of warmth again. What was it?
    ‘The rain has stopped, but there doesn’t seem to be any firewood left,’ he told her. ‘So I want you to go out and find enough to replace that which we’ve used. You’ll have to poke around because it’s been raining, and of course wet wood won’t do. But don’t take too long.’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, sitting up. She found her dirty shoes, slipped her feet into them, and headed for the door.
    He knew he could trust her, that she would complete her task diligently and return with the firewood. If he were to tell James that his sister was out seeking kindling in the middle of the woods, wearing dirty attire, he would have thought him mad. It was truly gratifying what a little training could accomplish.
    Elizabeth trod carefully around the damp floor of the woods, peering under bushes and fallen tree trunks. She found quite a few sticks that were dry enough, and when she chanced upon a particularly large fallen branch she was thrilled. It was almost like a treasure hunt.
    As she picked through the brush, scraping her hands and tearing her dress, she considered Lord Michael. A part of her hated him. He was an arrogant brute, but she was beginning to feel ashamed for her habitual authoritarian behaviour. She was tough on poor Grace, and the rest of the staff, for that matter. And her dear father did work very hard to provide for her and her brother, and she had to admit she could be dreadfully wasteful at times.
    By the time her arms were full the sun was out again and shining rays of golden light through the trees. Birds had begun to chirp, and the day was returning to a very pleasant one indeed. She trudged back to the cabin, and as she approached she saw Lord Michael waiting at the door.
    ‘Very well done, my dear,’ he beamed. ‘Bring it in and stack it by the fire.’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, walking past him and stooping to neatly stack her load on the tiny dusty hearth.
    ‘Now, Elizabeth,’ he went on as she straightened up and turned, emitting a little sigh as she stretched her back, ‘I want you to go out again and find me a sturdy birch rod.’
    She gasped in shocked surprise and was about to protest, but thought better of it,