Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) (17 page)

‘Oh, how very handsome,’ the recipient said sincerely as he turned it reverently in his hands, for it truly was a fine example of a master craftsman’s work. The tip splayed into a number of leather strips, each one knotted at the very end.

‘Custom made,’ Chadwick announced proudly. ‘Doesn’t cut the skin or leave marks, but it carries a considerable sting which fair takes the breath away and quite some time to ease.’

‘Oliver, this is indeed perfect for this evening’s session,’ Lord Michael said appreciatively. ‘Elizabeth was quite misbehaved at times today. And whilst I gave her a few good smacks earlier, she has to learn that she will not be let off so easily if she persists in letting her standards slip. This is just the ticket, thank you, dear chap.’

Chadwick was elated; he was to see the employment of his favourite instrument of discipline on the cheeks of a delicious young lady – the very same young lady he had lusted after so recently on the train without ever imagining his secret fantasy involving her would ever actually come true.

‘There’s just one problem,’ Lord Michael said, furrowing his brow. ‘Whilst it will afford me great pleasure to share this evening with a gentleman so obviously a connoisseur of the art of discipline, I don’t think Elizabeth is quite up to an audience just yet, so at the risk of offending my guest, I will have to ask you to observe in secret.’

Chadwick nodded his understanding.

‘Elizabeth is blindfolded, waiting upstairs on the bed,’ Lord Michael explained, ‘and as my welcome guest you may sit quite comfortably and watch the proceedings. But before we venture further,’ he continued, a glint in his eye, ‘if you would give me your contact information in London, I’m sure other opportunities will arise, and as the girl accepts her submissive station over time I am sure you will be able to partake in her training in due course.’

Oliver Chadwick reached into his breast pocket and withdrew his card. He handed it to Lord Michael, an ebullient smile on his face. ‘Any time, sir,’ he said knowingly. ‘I would be honoured to assist and offer any experiences that may be beneficial to you in the girl’s training at any time you think appropriate.’

Lord Michael placed the card in his pocket, and then carrying the crop, showed Chadwick up the stairs.

When they entered the bedroom even the host caught his breath. Elizabeth looked positively breathtaking. Her naked and supine body was bathed in the warm, flickering firelight, legs parted as she’d been previously told to remain, bound hands on her tummy, blindfolded, her nipples pert and her curly bush glistening from her hunger.

Chadwick feasted his eyes as Lord Michael placed a chair at the foot of the bed, but to one side. It would give him the best possible view. He gestured for his guest to sit down, and quietly the elderly man did so, looking almost dizzy from the vision of the voluptuous submissive lying before him.

‘Hello, Elizabeth,’ Lord Michael said, looming over her vulnerable form. ‘Have you had enough time to think about how best you can please me?’

The unseeing girl moved her head in the direction of the voice, and hesitated a moment, running the unexpected question through her mind. ‘To obey you, sir, in all things,’ she eventually whispered.

He nodded with satisfaction. ‘Very good, my dear, but you haven’t exactly done that today, have you?’

She gulped, her lips glistening moistly in the firelight. ‘No, sir, I suppose I haven’t.’

‘I know how much you want to enjoy an orgasm,’ he said bluntly, ‘and I know if I do this…’ Lord Michael moved his hand between Elizabeth’s legs, teasing her, and Chadwick heard her longing sighs, but she did not ask for release. It was clear she knew she would only have her moment when her tormentor decided. He nodded approvingly.

‘I know I spanked you earlier today, but that was just an appetiser,’ the standing man went on. ‘Now you will be properly punished for not obeying me as you should have.’

Elizabeth groaned, aching to rub her thighs together, and wondered exactly what that punishment would involve.

‘Up and over on all fours, Elizabeth, and move down the bed a little.’ She struggled up on her hands and knees and edged backwards as Lord Michael took up his position, the long crop at the ready, and as she reached the foot of the bed he ordered her to stop.

He caressed her bottom with his free hand. The touch made her sigh, then he drew his hand back and the sound of a loud smack resounded about the room. Elizabeth yelped, his hand rose and fell again, and again she yelped.

Chadwick leaned forward a little and peered at the perfect red smudge of a handprint adorning her lovely bottom. Lord Michael glanced at him, and knew the old man was thoroughly enjoying himself. ‘Are you ready for the next stage of your punishment, Elizabeth?’ he asked.

‘Yes, sir,’ Elizabeth replied fearfully, wondering what would follow.

Lord Michael gripped the crop even tighter. ‘Now then,’ he said, his voice firm, ‘is there a reason why you continue to lapse into disobedience, despite my time and efforts to eradicate such waywardness? Is there something wrong with your hearing, perhaps?’

‘N-no, sir,’ she stammered. ‘There is nothing wrong with my hearing. Sometimes I just… I just think too much.’

‘From now on, Elizabeth, you will obey first,’ he insisted, ‘and if you must think, you will do so secondly. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she said meekly. ‘Obey first, think second.’

‘Good girl. Now, I have something here that will help impress that lesson upon you in no uncertain terms. The sting you will feel is not one you’ve experienced before.’

‘I’ll be good, I promise,’ Elizabeth murmured, feeling goose bumps crawl across her bare flesh.

‘Yes, you will,’ Lord Michael said sternly. ‘Now be quiet and take your punishment.’

Stepping back, he traced the knotted leather tips of the crop across Elizabeth’s bottom. He glanced at Chadwick, who gazed intently at the placement of the stinging ends, then nodded. Taking his cue, Lord Michael began flicking his wrist, making the switch whistle in the air, swishing it back and forth. It accelerated rapidly and Elizabeth started crying out, wriggling her bottom as the crop worked its magic. He watched as her bottom began turning a gratifying scarlet, and he did not have to whip her for very long for it was, as Chadwick had claimed, a very effective instrument indeed.

Interrupting the beating for a moment, Lord Michael moved closer and ran his fingers over Elizabeth’s red and welted flesh.

‘Oh, that stings so much!’ she cried, the two men exchanging a knowing glance. ‘I’ll be so good, sir. I’ll be totally obedient, I promise.’

‘That is the general idea,’ Lord Michael mused. ‘Your obedience, or you suffer the subsequent punishment. I think that’s easy to comprehend.’

‘Yes, sir, my obedience at all times,’ she cried again.

Her crimson flesh was indeed very hot, and he waited a moment then slipped a finger inside her. She groaned and he continued to tease her, bringing her to the edge, all the while stroking her scalded bottom.

He looked over at his elderly companion, and offered him the whip. Chadwick raised his eyebrows in surprise and delight, and standing, took the exquisite instrument. Lord Michael stood to the side, giving the elderly man plenty of room.

Chadwick stepped forward and ran the tips of his fingers across Elizabeth’s tensed buttocks, eliciting a delicious hiss of breath from her parted lips.

‘One more session with this marvellous instrument of discipline, and in future you will be obedient, won’t you, Elizabeth?’ Lord Michael said sternly, watching his cohort enjoy Elizabeth’s charms.

‘Yes, sir,’ she whimpered, unsuspecting, tensing her bottom.

‘No matter what the circumstances?’

‘Yes sir, just obedience.’

The stinging of the whip had eased somewhat but her skin was still on fire, and as Chadwick adjusted his position slightly, laying the dangling leather strands against her buttocks, Elizabeth gripped the bedcover tightly in readiness.

He began to flick the ends back and forth, very lightly and slowly. Elizabeth squirmed. The slower action caused a sting and an itch at the same time. She was shifting her cheeks in a most lascivious manner, almost as if inviting his discipline. He increased the speed of the tormenting whip, and splicing it through the air with a degree of skill borne from hours of use, he brought it across her posterior in all manner of artful angles.

The man’s talent impressed Lord Michael. The knotted tips could not be seen for the alacrity with which they moved, and the whip was horizontal one second then vertical the next. Elizabeth was squealing and writhing, but the hissing whip ignored her cries and continued its merry dance across her raised hindquarters.

Then gradually Chadwick slowed the punishment, making it tickle rather than sting, and moving closer still, slipped it between Elizabeth’s pussy lips. She gasped and writhed desperately, her wails of pain becoming desperate pleas for release as he slid the crop deeper into her.

Elizabeth could hardly bear it. Her bottom felt like a thousand bee stings, and her pent up orgasm filled her with frustration. She pushed back, trying to make the teasing more substantial, but it made no difference. She moaned into the mattress, desperate for relief.

Clearly pleased with the girl’s responses, the old man withdrew the crafted implement and handed it back to Lord Michael.

‘Have I made my point?’ he asked, replacing Chadwick and teasing her glistening wet sex lips with his crafty fingertips.

‘Yes, definitely sir,’ she gasped. ‘Most definitely.’

‘Good.’ He slid his fingers into her, frigging her for a moment and coaxing her clit. She moved against him, her body aching for attention and release.

Chadwick returned to the chair. It had been several years since he’d had the pleasure of whipping such a fine young bottom, and he’d enjoyed it immensely. The feel of the strict rod as it danced its discipline upon her wriggling behind was tremendously fulfilling, and so with an erection the likes of which he’d not managed in recent memory, he was happily watching the gorgeous girl being teased. She was on fire, her body betraying its dark desires.

Lord Michael, satisfied with her desperate sighs, ordered her to move forward a little. He then stripped quickly, and as he climbed behind her, cock in hand, he noticed Chadwick extricating his own stiff penis from his trousers.

He smiled knowingly, and then holding Elizabeth’s hips he placed his bloated tip at her glistening wet entrance, sank into her hot tunnel, and began to fuck her avidly. He moved his taunting thumb to her rear entrance and she mumbled incoherently, pressing back against his hand and onto his cock. She’d been held at bay for so long she was quickly at the brink, but Lord Michael was not yet ready.

He fucked her powerfully, watching her beaten red cheeks squirm before him, pushing back, asking for more, and every now and then he’d reach down to tickle her clit, keeping her on the very edge.

‘Do you recall lying here, waiting for me, Elizabeth?’ he asked through clenched teeth, ploughing into her, feeling his moment building. ‘Do you recall aching for my erect cock inside you?’

‘Yes… yes sir,’ she gasped deliriously. ‘I was desperate for you, aching for your erect cock inside me.’

‘And now?’ he coaxed. ‘What are you craving now, Elizabeth?’

‘To come, sir,’ she sighed, then quickly added, ‘but only if it pleases you, sir, if you think I deserve it.’

‘That’s what I like to hear, my dear,’ he grunted, beads of sweat forming on his brow and at his temples. ‘And so in that case…’

He thrust deeply home, accelerating his increasingly ragged movements, and then told her that she could come as she chose. She rode the wave, felt it rising inside, and moments later it crashed over her, leaving her panting and spent. She lay still as he continued to thrust, feeling her cunt tight around him, and suddenly he erupted, groaning loudly as he let himself go.

He rested a moment, and then let himself slip out of her wondrous confines. He looked over at Chadwick. The man was red-faced, breathing heavily, his shrivelled penis still in his hand, the cream from his orgasm seeping over his inert fingers and soaking into the handkerchief he’d spread over his lap to protect his suit.

‘My dear fellow, what a splendid instrument,’ Lord Michael gratefully praised his accomplice, a little time later as he showed him to the front door. ‘Thank you, sir, for sharing it with me.’

‘Lord Michael, the thanks are all to you,’ Chadwick said enthusiastically. ‘I’ve not had an evening like this in many years. I shall have one of these made for you,’ he added as he carefully returned his crop to his case.