Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) by Maggie Carpenter Page B

the cotton dress. It would be delightful indeed, he pondered, to suck and kiss those orbs of youthful perfection.
    Elizabeth placed the boots on the floor in front of him and even dropped a curtsy, and the charming show of good manners interrupted his erotic thoughts. ‘Good girl,’ he said.
    ‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, bobbing again, ‘I’ll change and be back in just a few minutes.’
    ‘Wait,’ he said, stopping her. ‘You’d better take these with you.’ Reaching into his pocket he withdrew the panties and handed them to her. Blushing, she took the intimate apparel from his hands, then turned and left the room.
    Gathering his thoughts he picked up his boots and looked them over carefully. There was not a speck of grime to be found, and they shone as though new. She had done an excellent job on them, but he was not surprised. Despite her questionable attitude she was bright and talented, and now he had started to work on the former he would have expected no less from her. He would have to remain firm with her, however, and stay on his masterly toes.
     
    The mid-afternoon sun was streaming into the room through the large windows, and by the time she returned he had made up his mind; they were going for another walk. When she entered the room he could not suppress a contented smile.
    Her hair was pinned up, with a few loose curls delicately framing her lovely face. She was attired in a pale blue dress of the finest silk, with a small and charming bow at her throat. It fitted her perfectly, accentuating her mouth-watering breasts, her alluringly narrow waist, and her voluptuous hips. Her dainty feet were encased in cream lace-up boots.
    ‘That’s much better, Elizabeth,’ he complimented her. ‘Much, much better.’
    ‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, blushing coyly.
    ‘And now I should like to take some air and enjoy a leisurely stroll with a well-dressed and well-mannered young lady. Do you know anyone who fits that description?’
    She looked down coyly, uncertain of the game he was playing. ‘I believe, sir… that I might be able to satisfy,’ she ventured, hoping it was the right thing to say. ‘If it pleases you, sir.’
    He nodded thoughtfully. ‘Excellent,’ he said, offering his elbow. ‘I very much think you might, at that. Take my arm and we shall proceed together.’
    Leaving the shining boots beside the fire and his vacated chair, her arm looped through his, they left the sitting room.
     
     
     

Chapter 7
     
     
    The walk through the gardens was pleasant indeed. They shared conversation and comfortable silences, and both felt utterly at ease in the other’s company, staying to the paths and avoiding the wet lawns.
    There was a crispness in the air that was pleasing to them both, and as they made their way around the landscaped grounds he could not help but think what delightful company she had become, and so quickly. The autumn fragrances from the manicured borders, mixed with the exotic perfume uniquely hers, were all rather heady.
    And Elizabeth was elated. Despite the difference in their years she had finally met someone who warranted her respect and adoration. Just a few hours before the last thing on her mind, lying over his knee, her bottom stinging from the smacks of his hand, was that she would be walking with him in such a way, feeling as she did.
    Indeed, in those first few minutes she truly hated him; she had seen him as nothing but a bully and a brute. But now she felt she was beginning to understand him. He had been correct in his assessment of her and what she truly deserved and needed.
    By the time he guided her back to the house her cheeks were rosy, not just from the fresh air and exercise, but also from the naughty stirrings in her body. And as for Lord Michael, he was quite beside himself with desire for her.
    Dusk had descended and he suggested they both take a rest before dinner. As he walked her into the house he took her elbow and they ascended the stairs