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  "Will that be all, my Lord?" Lily asked barely above a whisper. He did not answer directly but looked her up and down. Lily tried not to fidget under his perusal as she stood there biting her lip, willing herself not to blush any hotter.

  "Pour.” His voice was dark and rich, almost a growl. She jumped to do his bidding, wincing as the tea cup shook.

  "Sugar and cream, my Lord?" she asked breathlessly, feeling a sudden urgency to escape the room radiating with his masculine energy.

  "Yes." The short gravely response making her drop the sugar spoon she was holding with a clatter. Lily took a deep breath and tried not to think about the intense eyes she could feel watching her. She finished preparing his tea and once again stood back at a safe distance, desperately waiting to be dismissed.

  Mrs. Oliver had outdone herself this time, he thought. Lord Randolph Stockton, Rand to his peers, was a powerful member of the ton, who often entertained in his home. Employing a handsome staff reflected his wealth and status. Servants usually came into London from the countryside, which meant they lacked refinement both in their manners and bone structure, so he’d taxed Mrs. Oliver with the difficult task of finding female servants who were comely. This new one far exceeded his expectations with her slight stature. The silver tea set looked as if it weighed more than her.

  Despite her small frame, the new maid had generous curves, especially her breasts which were high and full. As she bent over to prepare his tea, her dress pressed against the curve of her backside. Plenty to fill a man's hand, he noted. Soft brown eyes dominated her face's delicate features but he was particularly drawn to her mouth. He could easily imagine his cock stretching those cute pink lips as she struggled to take him deep. Lord Stockton reached for the cup of tea, the movement masking his right hand as he adjusted his growing cock. The girl had barely walked into the room and already he was primed with sexual need.

  "What is your name?" he asked, his voice low and harsh with arousal.

  "Mrs. Oliver said you would determine what I should be called, my Lord," Lily answered demurely, never taking her eyes off the floor. Lord Stockton smiled at the subservient response. God, he wanted her on her knees.

  "What are you currently called?" His casual question belying his turbulent emotions.

  "Lily."

  "Lily." Rand tested the name on his tongue. “I believe that suits you. Lily it will be."

  "Yes, my Lord,” she answered respectfully.

  "Did Mrs. Oliver give you a thorough washing before you started service?" he asked studying her reaction carefully. Lily's cheeks flamed an adorable dark pink, showing her mortification at Mrs. Oliver's ministrations. She could not form the words to answer her employer.

  "Lily." Lord Stockton's voice was deceptively soft and quiet. “I asked you a question." His growing frustration at her failure to respond showed in the icy depths of his eyes.

  "Ah....yes...yes, my Lord,” Lily stammered, her cheeks flaming hotter. Rand noticed how prettily her cheeks blushed and could not help thinking how precious that same blush would look on a hidden pair of cheeks. He took a sip of tea, deliberately making her wait, knowing it would increase her awareness of him.

  "Yes, what?" he prodded.

  "I'm sorry....I...I don't understand the question." Lily's nervous hands twisted in the front folds of her apron, hopelessly wrinkling it.

  "I want you to tell me what Mrs. Oliver specifically washed," Lord Stockton answered, enjoying the nervous shiver that coursed through her body. "I need to know she was thorough."

  Lily wondered if it was possible to die of shame. "She gave me a bath.” At his raised eyebrow, she continued more softly than before. "And an enema."

  "Speak up, my dear," Rand said, savoring every moment of her obvious distress. He resolved in that moment to always make her blush around him. Her cheeks glowed bright giving her face the most adorable, child-like animation.

  "She gave me a bath and a...an enema, my Lord," responded Lily as she swiped at a single tear coursing down her cheek.

  "Show me,” he commanded.

  "Show you?" Lily repeated, shocked.

  He gestured to the plush chair across from him. "Bend over the cushion of that chair, placing one hand on the seat."

  "But my Lord!" Lily tried to protest.

  "Do it now or gather your things and leave my employment." His voice carried a startling air of finality as he put down his tea cup and reached to pick up his reading. It looked to all the world as if he could care less if she complied. Little did Lily know she truly did not have a choice. She had awoken something in him and he was prepared to force her over the chair if she did not do as he commanded. Either way, he would get what he wanted.

  She approached the chair as if it were the gallows and bent over the seat, resting one hand in the center.

  "Good girl," Rand said. "Use your other hand to lift your skirts." Fresh tears formed in Lily's eyes at this new humiliation but doing as she was told, she reached back and haltingly raised her skirt.

  "Higher," he barked. She jumped at the stern command, but raised her skirts higher and waited. She heard him slowly rise from his chair and approach her from behind. Grabbing a handful of her skirt and petticoats, he ruthlessly pushed them up past her waist, exposing her linen covered backside.

  "Lean down on both elbows and spread your legs," he ordered.

  "Please, sir," Lily whimpered. "I'm a good girl. I'm untouched. Please don't...please don't..." She could not finish the sentence through choking sobs muffled by the plush cushion of the chair.

  "Hush, baby. Don’t worry," Rand cooed soothingly. "Your maidenhead is safe." He reached around her waist and pulled the strings on her drawers, letting them fall to her ankles. Noticing the red handprints on her pale white cheeks, he traced the outline of one with the tip of his finger.

  "So what did you do to deserve a spanking from Mrs. Oliver?" he asked, admiring the housekeeper's handiwork.

  Lily unwillingly replied, "I tried to move away while she was washing me."

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Rand admonished as he continued to gently trace each red welt with his finger. "It will not be your last spanking in my household if you do not behave." Lily's mind reeled not only from the implications of what he just said, but from the touch of his hand on her bare bottom.

  "I'm going to part your bum and inspect Mrs. Oliver's work," he said calmly as he took a generous cheek in each hand and forced them apart. "You must try very hard not to move about or I will get angry."

  He now had an unobstructed view of her little puckered hole with a faint red outline from the abuse it took from the enema nozzle. He smiled as he watched it tremble and clench under his scrutiny. Rand pressed the pad of his thumb against it. Lily started at the contact and began to whimper.

  "Settle down,” Rand said sternly, applying more pressure on her back entrance with his thumb. "You don't want another spanking so soon, do you?" Lily shook her head, too frightened and embarrassed to form an answer. He slowly moved his thumb in counterclockwise circles, testing her.

  "Was it your first enema?" Lord Stockton asked as he used the edge of his thumbnail to softly scratch at her sensitive ring, delighting in how it quivered.

  "Yes, my Lord,” she answered, her voice hoarse from tears.

  "How did it feel having so much soapy water pushed into your poor bottom?" he continued casually, still stimulating her rosebud with his thumb.

  "It hurt, my Lord,” Lily answered truthfully. "There was so much pressure. I wasn't sure if I could take it."

  "But you did take it," Lord Stockton said almost as if he himself had willed it. "Like a good girl. You let Mrs. Oliver fill your bottom and now you are all nice and clean."

  "Yes, my Lord," she softly agreed. Her whole body began to shake from too much strain. He was a lord - a member of the ton and her employer. Saying no was not an option...to anything he asked.

  He moved his index finger to the entrance of her pussy, smiling when he encountered warm wetness. Ran
d felt Lily stiffen and heard her sharp intake of breath.

  "Relax, my dear," he said with a calming hand to her lower back. "I do not employ harlots. I am merely testing the truthfulness of your claim."

  He moved the hand on her lower back in a soothing circular motion, then without further warning, he pushed his finger deep inside her tight passage. Lily yelped in surprise. Steadying her with his left hand, Rand forced his right middle finger deeper till he felt her virgin barrier. Lily thought she would feel nothing but mortification at his intimate touch but that was not entirely the case. She felt warm and lightheaded, like she couldn't take a deep breath. Her breasts pressed against the confines of her uniform.

  Sweat broke out on Rand' brow as he sought to control his lust. He removed his hand from her lower back to palm his hard cock through his trousers. His cock was inches away from her wet pussy and he hungered to bury it deep inside her. It was a miracle after at least nine or ten years in service she was still a virgin. Like most men in his position, he saw nothing wrong in fucking the staff. From the time of his maturity, maids had been throwing themselves at him - always game for a laugh or a quick fuck in the back stairwell.

  He knew Lily would be different; she may even be the one. He had been searching for a female who was the perfect combination of innocence and sensuality, one who would bow to his particular dominant needs to treat a subservient woman like his very own little one. He would need to take his time with her. It was intoxicating to think he may have finally found his perfect little one. Rand could feel the shivers coursing through her body as he stroked her cunny. He knew he had to stop before he released his cock and fucked her bent over a chair in the parlor. He removed his finger and flipped her skirt down.

  "You may go,” he growled, summarily dismissing her.

  Flustered, Lily stepped out of her drawers and quickly swiped them into the hidden pocket of her uniform as she practically ran from the room. As he watched her flee, he brought his dew soaked finger to his mouth, tasting her. Yes, he thought, Mrs. Oliver had outdone herself this time.

  CHAPTER THREE

  His Lordship's Bedroom

  After her harrowing and confusing first meeting with Lord Stockton, Lily was relieved when Mrs. Oliver instructed her to clean the upper level rooms. There was much to accomplish before his Lordship retired to his chambers to change for an evening out at his club. Servants were expected to finish their work and not be underfoot when their employers entered a room.

  There were three bedrooms including his Lordship's, and Lily needed to change all the bed linens, shake out the drapes, dust the furniture and clean the fireplaces. In larger households, this work would be divided up between multiple maids but since this was a smaller bachelor household, it was up to her.

  After several hours, Lily could see the setting sun outside the window and knew she needed to hurry. She was in his bedroom, which she had saved for last once she’d worked up the courage to enter the intimate domain. Like its inhabitant, it was imposing, with a massive four poster bed dominating the room and two heavy plush chairs in a deep royal blue with gold piping in front of a large black marble fireplace. There was a small door that led into his dressing room and water closet. Everything was big, dark and masculine...like him. Lily had completed all her tasks but the dusting which she was furiously doing around the various figurines on the mantle when someone spoke.

  "Hello, little one."

  Lily startled at the sudden sound of his deep voice in the quiet of the room. She swung her arm catching the edge of a vase she had been cleaning. Almost in slow motion, she watched as it crashed to the floor. Falling to her knees, Lily tried in vain to gather up the small shards of glass. Rand was instantly by her side, hauling her up and away from the dangerous shards.

  "Careful, you little fool," he said harshly as he hauled her into the safety of his arms, away from the shattered glass. "Do you want to cut yourself?" Rand had been enjoying the view of her pert bottom shimmying as she dusted the mantle. He had not intended to startle her - quite the opposite. Despite their very short acquaintance, she fascinated him with her innocent submissive nature; it spoke to his primal need to dominate and control. When she obediently bent over the chair in the parlor, scared and vulnerable and too guileless to even express her worst fear, she had him awoken the predator in him.

  "You have fallen behind in your duties," Rand teased. "You should have long been finished with my rooms and now you have broken a very expensive vase worth at least fifty pounds." He studied her scared and crestfallen expression carefully. Rand placed a hand under her chin and forced her to meet his piercing gaze. "Do you have fifty pounds?"

  Lily wrenched out of his grasp and, panicking, she blurted out,"It was your fault! If you had not scared the wits out of me I would not have broken your stupid vase!" Lily stamped her foot and pouted, watching in alarm as the teasing warmth in his eyes vanished to be replaced with cold, hard anger.

  "Tell me, Lily…" His voice low, which she was quickly learning did not bode well for her. "Do you have a problem with my entering my own chambers in my own home?" The final word ended in a shout as he leaned in close.

  Lily vigorously shook her head "no".

  "You are new to my employ so perhaps you do not realize that I run a strict household," he said, walking forward and forcing Lily to take a step back in retreat. "I do not tolerate insolence or incompetence."

  Each word was punctuated with a step forward until Lily's back hit the wall. Rand placed his forearms high above her head, caging her in, his great frame towered over her slight one. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. "You are guilty of both and must be disciplined."

  In her fear, Lily tried to jerk her head away from the warmth of his breath on her neck. He responded by clamping his teeth down on the soft flesh of her ear.

  "Don't move," he said through clenched teeth, painfully biting down on her earlobe. Lily whimpered as she tentatively placed her hands against the heat of his chest in a silent plea for him to relent.

  "I am truly very sorry, my Lord," she pleaded. "I promise nothing like this will ever happen again."

  He released her earlobe but not before licking the hurt away. "Oh, I intend to make certain it will not occur again."

  Lily watched as he took a step back shrugging out of his coat and began to unbutton the cuffs of his shirtsleeves. Recalling him mentioning spankings earlier that day in the parlor, she wondered - did he mean to spank her…or worse? Rand finished rolling up his sleeves and was now facing her with steely determination.

  "Take off your petticoats and drawers," he commanded. "They will only get in my way."

  Lily sagged against the wall, nearly fainting. "Please...," she cried, raising a restraining hand, which Rand caught as he pulled her against his chest. He gripped her chin and leaned in close.

  "Save your begging for later," he breathed against her lips. "Now remove them or I will remove them for you." Giving her a hard look, he once again stepped back to give her room to comply. Lily did not pause to think, she ran hell for leather for the open door.

  It slammed shut the moment she reached it. Lily looked up to see his strong hand, tan and dusted with dark hair, resting against it. She could feel his heat against her back as his left hand gripped her waist. Lily was in a full panic now; she swung right and bit the fleshy part of his upper forearm. He roared in anger and pain and when he instinctively released his grip, Lily darted across the room, trying to reach the dressing room door. Rand was on her heels in less than a moment. She felt an arm circle her waist like a band of steel, hauling her back against his solid body just as she reached the threshold.

  "Please, please! I'm sorry!" Lily screeched as she desperately clawed at the arm holding her captive. "I promise, this isn't like me!" She struggled, trying to dislodge his arm as he lifted her small frame off the ground and swung her back into the room. Even an innocent such as Lily could not mistake the hard ridge pressing insistently against her lower back.

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bsp; Rand kept his strong grip on her waist. Breathing heavily, he could feel the blood pumping into his cock. He wanted to force her down onto her hands and knees and fuck her violently from behind like an animal. But he reined in his lust and anger. Not only would fucking her on the floor possibly ruin his end game where she was concerned, there was a very real chance he would tear her. Lily's tight virginal passage would be no match for his thick cock if he rammed it into her body without mercy. Rand used his free hand to grip Lily from behind by the throat, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to get her full attention.

  "I want you to listen very carefully to me." His breath coming in harsh bursts against her ear. "You are going to remove your petticoats and drawers. You are going to bare that impertinent little bottom for the roasting it now richly deserves," he commanded, very much the imposing aristocrat. "Nod if you understand me."

  Lily tentatively nodded her head, giving in to a small whimper.

  "If you so much as think of running from me again, I will give in to my baser needs." Rand punctuated his threat with a thrust of his hips, pushing his hard cock against Lily's soft flesh.

  The uncharacteristic fight, brought on by panic, had left her. The moment he released her, Lily obediently lifted her skirt and untied her petticoats letting them fall to the floor followed by her drawers. Tears swam in her eyes. He turned and took a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of the fireplace, motioning for her to approach him.