Lord Reginald Chumley looked warily across the room at the delectable Doctor Florence Davenport.
She looked even more stunning than usual in her long fuscia evening gown which hugged her curves and had a teasing split at the back to give a glimpse of her shapely legs when she moved in her usual elegant manner.
The young Lord Chumley was hosting his first Charity Gala at Chumley hall with all the important people in the County attending.
He knew the desirable Doctor Davenport had received an invitation , but given the way she had spurned his previous romantic attempts, he was not expecting to see her.
He was still reeling from his previous meeting with her which had ended in the most embarrassing fashion :
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For once in his life , the brash Playboy lacked the confidence to ask Florence for a dance so he spent the evening wallowing in jealously as other men spun the beautiful Doctor around the dance floor and she flirted openly with all of them.
As she danced , she would cast Reginald a glance , almost challenging him to approach her , but he could not summon the courage.
Even liquid courage didn't help and when he downed his 3rd whiskey in a row he felt a hand on his shoulder and a female voice , "As your Doctor I really must advise you not to drink like that Lord Chumley."
Doctor Davenport's deep , seductive voice had Reginald spitting out his expensive single malt.
Florence regarded him with a devious smile.
"I wanted to congratulate you on a wonderful event Lord Chumley. The fundraiser will really help at the hospital......but I must say I am a tad disappointed that you haven't ask me to dance." she told him.
Reginald was intoxicated by her mere presence and struggled to speak.
Sensing his embarrassment , Florence took his hand , "Why don't we dance while we talk your Lordship." she said and lead him onto the dance floor.
It felt wonderful for Reginald to finally take this strong willed woman in his arms , smell her perfume , put his arm around her tiny waist and spin her around the floor.
"Oh My! You are quite the dancer your Lordship. You are making me quite giddy!" Florence gushed.
Regaining confidence , Reginald dipped her and then pulled her closer , "Please call me Reginald....may I call you Florence ?" he asked.
The confident Doctor allowed her breasts to brush against him , "You may call me Florence for this evening but I insist on Doctor Davenport at my surgery......" she began.
"Of course." Reginald concurred.
".....and you will call me Ma'am when I am disciplining you!" she added firmly , her smile fading momentarily.
Reginald blushed and swallowed heavily.
When their dance ended , the couple finally seemed to have some romantic spark between them.
Florence stunned Reginald by reaching up and planting a brief but teasing kiss on his lips.
"This is a wonderful old building. I'd love to see more of it..." Florence cooed.
Reginald smiled , "Let me give you a private tour Florence !" he replied , taking her arm .
As they approached the big staircase , Reginald's housekeeper Mona greeted them.
"How are you Mona? Still busy keeping our naughty boy in line are you ?"Florence asked , producing a deep blush from Reginald.
Mona grinned from ear to ear.
"I certainly am , isn't that so Reginald? The poor boy simply hates that leather strap. Can't sit down for days after a dose of that can you Reggie? " she teased.
Florence laughed along , "....but what about Betty Blister?"she asked.
Mona cackled , "Don't worry Doctor , it still sits in Reginald's bedroom just in case!"
Reginald anxiously guided his guest up the stairs to avoid any further embarrassing comments from Mona.
They both stood for a moment at the top of the stairs to admire a portrait of Reginald's parents.
"What a beautiful couple they make!" Florence observed.
Reginald nodded agreement , "Yes. They were a good team. Father ran the business but Mother was the one in charge of all the domestic matters!" he explained.
"She looks like a strong willed woman!" Florence observed.
"She certainly was Florence . In fact I must confess that 'Betty Blister' belonged to her!" he confessed with a smile.
"Really ?" Florence replied.
"Curiously , she never used it on me or my brothers , it was reserved exclusively for Father!
She gave it the name Betty Blister thinking we kids wouldn't know what she was referring to but we figured it out.
If he did something to displease her , which was often , she would say things like, "Betty Blister is waiting for us in the study" , or "I've invited Betty Blister over for a visit later".
Father would turn bright red and begin apologizing but it never worked.
Once Mona had put us to bed , we would sneak downstairs and listen to Father howling and apologizing while Mother blistered his behind with that brush!
The next morning at breakfast he could barely sit and would remark that his old war wound was playing up again! Mother would giggle and say 'I didn't know you were wounded on that part of your anatomy darling!' . We kids would giggle at that one!"
The two strolled along the long halls while Florence took in what Reginald just told him about his parents.
"This is my bedroom.....of course you've been here before...for my ...er....examination." Reginald said.
"....and there is Betty Blister , just where Mona said it would be !" Florence observed ,picking up the big brush and rolling it over her hand.
Reginald blushed again.
Florence sat on the big leather ottoman at the foot of her bed and hoisted up her gown to reveal her long , shapely legs.
Reginald's eyes widened at the sight.
Looking up at Reginald , Florence said , "It's a very expensive dress and I don't want to crease it while you are kicking and squirming on my lap Reginald." she declared.
Reaching out , she nonchalantly began to undo Reginald's trousers and yanked them down to his knees.
"Over you go Reggie darling!" she announced , patting her bare lap.
Reginald shrugged his shoulders , "But what for ? I didn't do anything Florence ..." he protested.
Florence cast him an angry glare and waved the brush at him.
"This is when you call me Ma'am Reginald . Let's start this relationship off in the right way shall we?" she scolded.
"Yes Ma'am." he replied and crawled over her inviting lap.