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again his tone was controlled, calm, not angry at all, and she nodded her head furiously, her slightly dishevelled locks spilling around her face.
    ‘Good,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘Now, I am going to sit on that chair. Look at it, Elizabeth. Look at the chair.’
    She didn’t really understand why he wanted to her stare at the desk chair, but she did as he ordered, the sting in her thigh suggesting strongly that she obey.
    ‘As I said, I am going to sit on that chair, and then lay you across my lap, face down. I’m going to lift your dress above your waist, and your petticoat as well. Then I am going to pull your drawers down, exposing your bare bottom.’
    Elizabeth felt her face turn scarlet and her eyes grew wider still.
    ‘And do you know what I’m going to do then, Elizabeth?’ he asked mildly, and she shook her head from side to side, terrified of what he was about to say. ‘Well, then I’m going to spank you, Elizabeth, with the lovely gardens as a delightful backdrop. And when my hand gets tired, my dear, do you know what I’ll do then?’
    Elizabeth gasped through the gag in apprehensive disbelief.
    ‘I asked you a question, Elizabeth,’ he said firmly. ‘Answer me. Do you know what I’ll do when my hand is tired?’
    Utterly befuddled and overcome, Elizabeth shook her head again.
    ‘I will take off one of my shoes, and spank you with the sole of that. I think, for the first lesson of the day, that should do very nicely. Now then, young lady, your true education is about to begin.’
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    Try as she might Elizabeth was no match for Lord Michael, and within seconds of his lecture she was indeed stretched across his lap. He balanced her perfectly, her feet and hands just touching the floor, and held her securely by the waist waiting for her endearing struggles to cease. He knew she would tire quickly, a few minutes passed, and then her wriggles began to subside.
    ‘Really, Elizabeth,’ he scolded, ‘that was quite a demonstration, and for that you must also be punished. From now on, when you require discipline you will lift your own skirt and petticoat, lower your own panties, then place yourself across my lap for your spanking.’
    She couldn’t imagine such a thing, and she never intended being in such a situation ever again!
    He reached down and slowly lifted the hem of her dress. As it passed over her thighs she cringed, mortified at the pending exposure. Slowly he pulled on the fabric, sliding it over her hips, causing her to release a muffled squeal. When he had trailed it up past her waist he folded the material under itself, so it would not slip back down.
    Lord Michael stared at the rounded contours nestled beneath the satin petticoat. He placed his hand on the smooth fabric, letting it rest there, and Elizabeth felt her face burn.
    ‘Feel this hand?’ he said. ‘Think about it, Elizabeth. In just a minute I will be laying it upon your bare bottom with stinging smacks. And whilst I’m doing so I want you to think about why I am spanking you. Do you understand?’
    The feel of his hand on her virgin cheek, even though it was through fabric, dominated Elizabeth’s thoughts, and it was all she could focus on. Then the warmth of his hand was gone.
    He smacked her hard on the back of her thigh, saving her bottom until it was naked. Her head jerked up and she let out a muffled wail.
    ‘I asked you a question, you rude girl,’ he said sternly. ‘Answer me!’
    She tried to remember what the question was, but she couldn’t. All she could think about was the sharp stinging in her thigh, and the heat of the embarrassment surging through her.
    ‘Elizabeth,’ said Lord Michael, sensing her confusion, placing his hand back upon her tingling buttock, ‘you must pay strict attention. When I speak, regardless of the circumstances, you must be listening intently. Do you understand?’ He trailed his hand to the bright pink spot on her thigh and her head bobbed up