Chapter 1

The exams were over but I had to wait another day before making my way homewards as I had promised a lift to one of the girls who lived on our Highland Estate and was the daughter of one of our gamekeepers. She had her last exam to take the next day. I had my laptop open in front of me but with the next university term a whole summer holiday away, I really had no motivation to do any work. It was enough for now that I had sat the four exams in the subjects I had taken for my first year and I was fairly confident that I had done well in them.

Instead of working, I was gazing across at one of the girls whose beauty had fascinated me throughout the year. She was the Honourable Lucille Smythe. She was the eldest daughter of Lord Smythe of Sherbourne and once the new legislation on inheritance made its way through parliament she would become one of the first women to inherit her father's title, which until now, would have passed to the eldest male in the line of succession. She was a product of one of the top English Public School system and had attended one of the top boarding schools in the South of England.

Having said that though, she was such a very bright girl that even if she had attended one of the state Schools she would have found her way to University just the same. I knew this, because she had taken first year Psychology as I had. In the course of this we had done a series of different intelligence tests and she came out with a score which put her well into the genius bracket. I am no slouch in the intelligence department either having achieved scores which would put me in the Mensa range but much nearer the one hundred and forty eight points which they claim is the starting point of genius.

Before going any further, however, perhaps I should tell you a bit about myself.

I'm Charles Edward Stewart MacBain. Quite a mouthful but my family way back were Jacobites and supported Bonny Prince Charlie in his attempt to restore the Stewarts to the throne. After the defeat at Culloden, my ancestor who was one of his advisers was forced to flee to France and from there made his way to America. Somewhere along the way his grandson began a family business which flourished and successive generations increased its fortune. So much so that when my grandfather sold out at the age of fifty five and retired, he was worth somewhere in the region of two hundred and fifty million dollars and counting.

Still a Jacobite at heart he decided to retire to Scotland and bought a good sized Highland Estate complete with castle. My father went to Sandhurst and spent twenty years in the army rising to the rank of colonel before retiring to take over the running of the Estate which he had inherited sometime before on the death of my grandfather. Because of this I had gone to a boy's boarding school in England and my contact with girls was negligible. On second thoughts make that nonexistent, since my holidays were spent on our estate. There, one of the gamekeepers who had been my father's sergeant and batman for many years took me in hand. By him I was taught the art of hunting, fishing and shooting and was fairly skilled in the first two and was a crack shot in the third, He also taught me his form of unarmed combat and while no expert, if push came to shove I would be able to hold my own in any physical struggle which was one on one.

As for the rest, I was a bookworm and a computer nerd. My social skills as far as the niceties of behaviour were concerned were drummed into me so that I could pass muster in any company. But my social interaction was a different matter. For example I would like to be able to tell you that my friends called me Charlie and they probably would have if I had any, because that is what my family called me. But through my school years I only ever had one friend, and he like me, was a bit of a loner. He returned to his native South Africa to attend university there when our school days came to an end.

You probably gather from all what I have said, that this is the reason why I am sitting here gazing wistfully at the girl who seems to me the most beautiful girl in my year and probably in the whole university. She was very popular and had accumulated quite a wide circle of friends, both male and female, but so far had no steady boyfriend. This is a situation I would like to remedy but I could never pluck up the courage nor would I know how to go about asking her. Anyway she would not know me or anything about me as I still keep myself very much to myself. Not that I haven't had chances, because I think Heather, the girl I am giving a lift home tomorrow, had let it slip to her friends that I am a wealthy young man since my Father died of a heart attack last year and as his only son and sole heir I have inherited the family fortune.

This has made me even more wary of girls who show an interest in getting to know me, because I doubt the attraction is me as a person, but rather it is the fact that through my family circumstances I personally am now one of the richest men in Britain. It is not that I am a snob, I wouldn't care where a girl's family came from if she genuinely wanted to get to know me and came to love me for the person I am rather than the wealth I represent. Perhaps if I was a bit more outgoing and a lot less introspective, I could have developed an attitude of love them and leave them. This would have enabled me to exploit my situation and at the very least I might have lost my virginity.

However if I had ever developed this outgoing personality I hope I would still be a better kind of person than one who would treat girls like in that way. So that is probably why I am sitting here just gazing at the girl of my dreams, but truth be told, she is not even that. Of course I notice her, yet even when I fantasize about having my way with a girl my fantasies are more general than just her, though she is sometimes included in the list.

That is my first year of university over and thankfully I found it was in some ways less taxing than my working for my A levels at boarding school. This was partly due to the fact that with only four subjects in my arts degree there was plenty of time between the various lectures when we were free to study as and when we liked. Since I am a very quick learner and was not confined to set classes for most of the day as we were at school, this meant I had plenty of time to follow my other interests and especially that of learning different languages.

I already speak French, German and Italian fluently. That is because I have a natural ability for languages and it is aided by the fact that my mother, Lady Sophia Smythe is half Italian and my grandparents on my mother's side live in a cottage on our estate in the Cotswolds. This sounds much grander than it is and I will tell you why.

By the time my father inherited the title of Lord Smythe of Sherbourne the family fortune had been whittled down because my great grandfather had been an avid but an unsuccessful gambler. It was further eroded by death duties and the debts he had left behind. However I assume there must be a fair bit of that fortune left intact because my dad managed to find the fees for my education and now for my University tuition.

The thing I am most pleased about as the first year draws to a close is the fact that nobody has discovered my dark secret. The year I was thirteen and had just passed puberty a blonde haired Amazon named Maria had come to study at our school as her father was over here as the German Military Attaché at their Embassy in Britain. She shared our dorm and had a very dominant personality. I don't know how, but she must have sensed something I was unaware of until then.

I was part of a group of friends but I was always a follower rather than a leader and she must have picked up that I had a submissive streak for within the first month she had claimed me as her lover and I remained as such for the next four years. On the first end of term holiday she invited me to her Parents home in London and while we were there her father was recalled to Germany for a week and his wife went with him leaving us alone in the house with just the maid to look after us.

It was during this week that I learned what it was to be a submissive. I did something which displeased her. She ordered me to our bedroom and when we arrived there she made me take off my skirt and panties, put me across her knee and spanked my bottom until I was in tears because of the pain and humiliation I felt at being treated in this way. At this point, through her, I also discovered something else about myself. It may have been painful and humiliating, but when Maria reached between my legs she found my pussy was sopping wet and that I had also been turned on by the spanking

"My My!" She said, "What have we here? You are a right little slut Lucy, you like being spanked and it turns you on. Now get on your knees between my legs."