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not here the responsibility falls to you, does it not?’
    Elizabeth could feel the unforgiving surface of the wood against her flesh, and she prayed – though she did not ask for mercy. ‘Yes sir,’ she replied despondently.
    ‘And even if Grace were here, it would be easy for you to drop your dirty clothes in the hamper, then lay your clean clothes on the bed. Is that not just good sense and good standards?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she admitted, knowing he was right and thinking about all the times she had carelessly tossed her clothes on the floor without a second thought.
    ‘A few good smacks and I think you’ll remember next time.’ He lifted the brush, and it landed with a loud splat on her poor left buttock. She rocked a little in his hold and yelped, and he repeated the action, again and again until he had delivered six stinging blows on each cheek.
    ‘What do you say now?’ he asked, panting very slightly from the immensely enjoyable exertion.
    ‘Thank you, sir,’ she sniffled. ‘I’m very sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.’
    ‘See that it doesn’t,’ he said sharply, with little apparent warmth towards her. ‘Now take your nap and I’ll see you at dinner.’
    With that he placed the brush back on Elizabeth’s dresser and strode from the room, leaving her head spinning in utter confusion as to his intentions toward her, and her bottom throbbing warmly.
     
    After dinner Lord Michael eyed his polished boots as he sat comfortably in front of the fire, the delicious evening meal digesting, a glass of brandy in one hand, Elizabeth quietly sitting opposite him, the crackling fire making her face glow healthily.
    ‘I must say, you did an excellent job on those, Elizabeth,’ he said, nodding at his shining footwear.
    ‘Thank you, sir,’ she replied. ‘I’ve never cleaned boots before, so I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing or how well I’d done.’
    ‘I’ll just take them up to my room,’ he went on. ‘You wait here. I’ll only be a moment.’
    Leaving her by the fire he made his way upstairs, and as he placed his boots beside the dresser he eyed his very best riding crop lying on its top.
    Downstairs Elizabeth was already becoming a little bored in her own company. Patience had never been her strong suit, and to her he seemed to be taking a long time. She decided to get another bottle of champagne, and to prove to him she had learned a thing or two, she would find the wine stock herself.
    She went to the kitchen, but to her dismay cook told her she was too busy for such things and she would have to go down to the cellars for the champagne. So, with the best of intentions, Elizabeth made her way along the gloomy passage at the back of the house, normally only used by the servants, and as she passed the footman’s quarters she thought she heard a strange noise. Yes, there it was again; a rhythmic creaking, almost ghostly sound, and as she listened more intently she was sure she could hear some sort of moaning too!
    Surely no servants were in the house, apart from cook, she puzzled. What could the sounds possibly be?
    With inquisitiveness getting the better of her, and breathlessly keen to discover more, she very quietly pushed down on the door handle, carefully eased it open an inch or two… and could not believe her eyes! There, bathed in dim lamplight was Grace, naked, on her hands and knees! And Billy, the old gardener’s young help, was kneeling behind her, his face strangely contorted as he thrust his hips at the servant girl with astonishing ferocity that made her breasts quiver and swing back and forth.
    Elizabeth stood rooted to the spot for a moment, utterly stunned by the scene. She knew she should close the door, leave the couple to their privacy, and go straight to the cellar for the champagne, but she was utterly transfixed. Completely mesmerised. She could not take her eyes off them, and so engrossed were they in their lovemaking they had no idea she was there.
    Meanwhile Lord