As if his thoughts had been transmitted through the walls of the mansion, there was a firm knock on the door of his study and, in answer to his call to enter, Elizabeth strode gracefully into the room.
After first confirming that it was convenient for him to talk at that time, she proceeded to give him a rundown of the progress his son and daughter were making in their education and their submission to discipline.
Although he displayed a keen interest in everything she said, Harry found himself wondering why she had bothered. What she said was nothing more, really, than a rehash of previous reports.
It's almost, he told himself, as if she's giving me an opening to say something, as if she's offering me a chance to make a commitment of some sort.
But if Elizabeth was disappointed, she gave no sign of it. Instead, she turned the subject to the matter of discipline. With seeming coolness, she described the way of the children reacted to various types of beatings.
Elizabeth may have sounded cool as she talked, but the result was that Harry was very far from being cool. Behind the protection of his desk, he looked down to see his rigid tool throbbing against the front of his pants.
She chose that precise moment to tell him about a new strap she had purchased earlier in the day. Taking it out of a narrow chamois bag, her hands caressed it lovingly as she held it out to the man for his inspection. She did it in such a way that it was necessary for Harry to stand.
As he did, Harry realized that the woman would see in an instant how his cock bulged and throbbed, and yet there was an air of abandon about him as he did it. She saw his straining bulge at once because she had been looking for a sign that he was aroused.
“You'll notice it's a relatively thin strap,” she let her voice fall to a sexy whisper, “but just think of how a light strap such as this will caress a, plump buttock so as to sting the sensitive skin and hold the little needles of fire there.”
Harry was indeed thinking of that. In his mind, warm and growing hotter with passion, he saw his daughter Faith submitting to the light strap in the hand of the woman who now held it. She was bent and her plump buttocks arched in pained anticipation.
With a small grunt of passion, the woman would swing the strap. There would be the sweet sound of leather kissing taut flesh and the strap would caress and hold for a long moment before falling away to reveal the bright red line it had drawn.
Harry heard the loud crack of the strap and looked up. The smooth black leather lay across the palm of her left hand where she had slapped with it. Above, her eyes gleamed with an insane light. For years the woman had contained her latent passion, now, it was threatening a glorious eruption.
“Strip. Naked.” She hurled the two words at him with stunning force.
“What?” he asked weakly.
“I said strip,” she repeated. “You are going to submit your naked arse to the caress of my little strap. Your cock is hard and throbbing now, but my strap will make it throb until you come. Strip.”
There was no way he could resist the woman. Tears welled up in his eyes, but his hands began fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Her arms crossed below her heaving breasts, Elizabeth eyed him narrowly as he dropped his clothes one piece at a, time until he stood nude before her, his straining whacker sticking out stiff and eager.
“I've watched you for years when I was beating the children,” her voice was firm and filled with authority. “I've seen how your cock jumped and throbbed with hunger. This time, you won't have to watch. I'm going to strap your arse.”
As she completed her speech, Elizabeth held the strap in her right hand while her left reached high behind her back. There was a rustle of cloth, then Harry saw her gown begin to fall away.
As it cleared the mounds of her breasts, she held it for a moment. His eyes focused on the twin delights, creamy white hills coming to delicious points where pinkish brown tips darted out toward him.
For the first time in his life, Harry felt no revulsion at the sight of a woman. More than anything, he wanted to take the sweet cones into his mouth and suck them.
He lunged toward them with his mouth open wide, a trickle of saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips. There was another loud report and this time his cheek flashed with fire. Her open palm had slapped him hard.
“How dare you attempt to touch my body. Kneel before me.”
Tears rolling down his cheeks, Harry obeyed the order. She was just inches away from him as she allowed her gown to fall slowly. In front of his eyes, he saw the swell of her white, silken belly, then, as the gown fell lower, his breath caught in his throat as he saw the tangle of black hairs in the triangle at the bottom of her belly.
There were flashes of white and her thighs were bared as the dress fell to her feet. She raised one leg at a time to step out of the discarded dress.
In the lifting of her legs, she provided his eyes with just a hint of a view of the secret of her tender cunt. Harry could almost see the heat radiating from it. Again he wanted to reach with his mouth, but the memory of the slap still burned his cheek and he held back in fear and trembling.
“So you want to touch my body, do you?” Her voice held the same hypnotic touch. “Then you shall, but you shall touch it only with your belly while you turn your arse up to meet my strap. Come.”
Turning her back to him, she walked across the room to an armless chair. Then, carrying her lush, nude body with the regal grace she wore so well, she sat straight and proud. Her firm breasts jutted, the teats stared out straight.
“Get over my lap so that I may punish you.”
“But why?” the voice was that of a little boy as he asked. “What have I done?”
“What have you done indeed? Rather what haven't you done. For years, you've watched me beat the children and know how I was excited, how my cunt screamed to be filled with a stiff prick. You had that stiff, throbbing cock in your pants, but always you ran away and jerked it off in your hand. Now, you're going to be punished for that by my lovely new strap. I really bought it to use on your arse, you know.”
“But what about the children?” he asked. “I'm going to cry. They'll hear it.”
“You'll do more than just cry, Harry. You're going to scream like a little boy. You're going to beg me to stop, but they won't hear. I've sent them to another part of the house. Come here.”
He advanced silently toward her, his head down, his strong, hungry cock pointing up.
Reaching out, she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his muscle and drew him toward her waiting lap.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER SIX
The children had been sent to another part of the house, but that did not ensure that they would stay.
Although Clyde, the fourteen year old son, was unschooled in the ways of a man and a maid, he sensed something strange about Elizabeth's manner as she sent him and his sister to the far wing of the house.
When she turned away, breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling under her gown, he followed very close behind. When she knocked and later entered his father's study, Clyde was watching from around the corner at the far end of the hall. Faith stood behind breathing so loudly in her nervousness that her brother was afraid they would be detected.
They weren't though and as soon as the door closed behind the tutor, he was hurrying silently down the hall. Passing the door of his father's study, he quietly opened the next door and hurried inside. Faith followed close behind.
While exploring the house as a very young child, the boy had made a discovery that had seemed of no great importance until now. All of a sudden, it became terribly important and exciting.
Moving quietly in the darkened room with just a little light coming through the open door behind, Clyde walked to the wall and silently lifted the picture that hung there. Behind him, Faith gave a little intake or breath as she realized what he was doing. Two small holes appeared in the wall and through them, light poured from the room next door, her father's study.