Tags:
Fiction,
S/M,
Historical,
Sex,
Ebook,
BDSM,
submission,
bondage,
domination,
Erotic,
spanking,
corporal punishment,
discipline,
master,
chimera,
damsel in distress
her poor bottom as she stood. With punished flesh smarting she turned around and bent over, lifting her dress to allow his boot between her thighs. She clutched the muddy leather in her grubby hands, cringing as the mud oozed between her fingers, then felt his other foot against her bottom, pushing her as she pulled. The pressure exacerbated the smart of the punishment she had just received, but she continued to pull and heave. Finally the boot gave, coming off with a start and causing her to stumble forward. She managed to halt her staggering progress before she collided with the wall opposite or fell, and then placed the boot to one side. Pouting sulkily, she then retuned to her position and waited for the other foot.
The second boot appeared between her knees and she began the undignified struggle all over again. Once more the sole and heel pressing against her backside caused the throbbing in her buttocks to worsen, and again she struggled and pulled until the boot jerked off. She placed it next to its partner and straightened up, hoping she could now go to her room, have a hot bath, get cleaned up, and restore some pride and poise.
‘Now you will clean them, Elizabeth,’ he ordered, ‘and I want them to be so shiny, so mud free, one would think I had just bought them.’
She opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes fell on the threatening birch in his fist. ‘Yes sir,’ she said wearily.
‘And when you are finished you may go to your room, freshen up, and then have some lunch. You will eat my leftovers in the kitchen, with cook. I will speak to her about it while you’re upstairs.’
Eat in the kitchen? With cook? He had to be joking!
Lord Michael watched her expression intently. He knew the thought of eating below stairs was abhorrent to her, but she needed such a lesson in humility. She needed to see that people were people, be they servants or equals.
‘I want my boots cleaned and polished properly, Elizabeth,’ he concluded. ‘Now stop dallying and get to work.’
He walked away without a second look, and sighing with resignation, she poked around for Smithy’s cleaning implements. She found them in a small cupboard and started rummaging through all the rags and brushes, and then as she picked at the hardening mud, being careful not to scratch the quality leather, she sighed again, because when she had thought Lord Michael a force to be reckoned with, she had no idea how accurate her assessment would prove to be.
Chapter 6
Lord Michael cleaned up, then made his way to the dining room. He was pleased with his morning’s work, but he was suffering from a growing unease.
He had trained many recalcitrant young women in the past, but something about Elizabeth was different. He had felt it from the moment he first saw her at a summer ball, teasing a hapless young admirer, and on several occasions since he had found it difficult to keep his eyes from following her.
Once he was in control of her, he decided, and she became the sweet submissive female she was born to be, she would be just like the others. She was a project, a pleasurable one to be sure, but a diversion nonetheless.
Though he had to admit at the cabin she had looked particularly lovely and he felt something unexpected stirring. Something unfamiliar, making it difficult to suppress his desire to embrace her. It was not a feeling he’d often experienced before.
He brushed the memory aside, refusing to allow it entry, but as he made his way down the stairs he could not disperse it. The little minx was getting under his skin.
He opened the door to the dining room and sat at the long table to enjoy luncheon. Still particularly hungry, he rang the little bell by his placing.
‘Here you are, sir,’ said cook, bustling in. ‘Some lovely oxtail soup, and I’ll be bringing you some pâté when you’re done with that.’
She was a merry, overweight woman, with a twinkle in her bright blue eyes and a cheery word for
Janwillem van de Wetering