Vivian blanched, but did as he had been ordered. Well
he knew the penalty for refusal, a sound smack-bottom on
the bare and then be forced to sit on the man's lap anyway!
Grandmother had twice subjected him to such an ordeal in Vivian's memory and he did not wish a third exposure.
His
rouged lips creased in a forced smile, Vivian slipped into the
man's lap and draped an arm around the man's neck. As he
had known would happen, His Lordship's one hand began to
caress the tops of his thighs while the other hand went under
his skirt to caress and cup his bottom possessively.
"Give us a kiss, m'sweet love," the old man whispered
in Vivian's ear.