As if it was my choice,” I thought to myself.
“Thank you for having me, Mr. Locke,” I said graciously, with just a coy pout on my face, trying to assume that role Reggie seemed to have suggested for me this night. The older man was rather dashing for his age, though and I could well imagine, like the antique dealer, there might be quite a brutal disciplinarian behind his genteel and jovial manner.
“We’ll be having dinner shortly,” he informed me as he handed me a glass of wine.
There were several pairs of eyes scrutinizing me closely. Had these people any idea why I was there? Were they considering my odd attire, while they were dressed for an elegant dinner party? Or did they know exactly what my function was, and were they now trying to raise my skirt in their minds and imagine my naked ‘ready to spank’ bottom underneath? This certainly is a curious adventure, I thought to myself, while trying to remain open and light-hearted about the prospects for my evening.
As I stood alone in one corner of the room eyeing the other guests, Reggie and his girlfriend approached me.
“Good evening, Alex. I see you found everything you needed.”
“It looks that way,” I replied.
“Alex, this is Desiree. Desiree, Alexandra Morgan,” Reggie introduced us.
I nodded, seeing the woman’s curious expression as her eyes started at my hair, and traversed my body with one careful judgmental glance. Her arrogant attitude started to raise my hackles, though I knew better than to be jealous of any woman with Reggie. I didn’t want the man anyway. What was bothering me more was the way she looked at me with an amused stare. The wool clothes seemed to scratch me even more than they had earlier.
Any conversation we might have begun was quickly forgotten as the entire company was ushered into the dining room for dinner. Sitting down at the table, I was given a place of honor at Andrew Locke’s immediate right. There were seven other men besides Andrew, and three women besides myself at this soiree. I could have been comfortable at this party, but my distinctive attire and the purpose for my being there loomed heavily over me. I couldn’t forget for even an instant that I’d likely be punished right in front of these people, becoming little more than another treat to feast upon, no different than the veal and potatoes that appeared on my plate.
For a while, I managed to lose myself in the amiable conversation, when halfway through the entree, Mr. Locke turned to me during one significant lull and addressed me specifically. Everyone at the table heard his remark.
“I understand, Miss Morgan, that you enjoy being spanked?”
Immediately choking on a bit of my veal, I grabbed my glass to take a sip of water. By then, I could feel a blush rising on my cheeks. I don’t know why I was so caught off guard, but I certainly didn’t expect his question in the middle of a five course meal.
“You understand correctly,” I found myself answering with a polite smile, though I was feeling just a little put out. “And I suppose you like to spank female bottoms?” I added with a saucy snap to my voice, as if I was ready to spar with the man.
I could feel Reggie’s glare right away, though my host didn’t seem to be as bothered as the man who’d arranged my presence at this dinner. “I certainly do. And I’m glad you’ve agreed to be the subject of a little demonstration,” he went on.
I put both of my hands meekly in my lap, and flashed a naughty stare in the man’s direction, though I was hardly being humble. I liked the mockery of it, thinking that if I had to look like this silly school girl, I’d play it a little campy and accentuate the mischievous nature of my role. For the briefest instant my eyes flashed nastily in Reggie’s direction. Reggie flashed me a warning reproach.
“Oh, Mr. Locke, if it’s a school girl’s ass you need to whale upon, it’s a school girl’s ass you’ll have,” I said, starting to feel the full excitement of this game. “We’ll just be a naughty old man, and a naughty young school girl playing together, won’t we?”
Mr. Locke looked at me surprised by my boldness, and there were a few amazed ‘ahhhhhhs’ around the table as my cheeky manner was noted by the other guests.
I was just beginning to appreciate the possibilities of the moment, when I heard Reggie bark from the other end of the table, where his snapping eyes were fixed on me. “Andrew!”
“Yes, Reg?” our host replied, looking down the table at the aristocratic blond man.
“If everyone is willing, perhaps we should get on with the event at hand,” my dominant suggested. “I’d like to begin personally, if you don’t mind. Alexandra has appeared to forget herself tonight. She’s been warned about her arrogance. I’m afraid she’s even more deserving of a good punishment than even I thought she’d be.”
“By all means,” Andrew Locke said, pulling away from the table. He looked pleased with Reggie’s suggestion, and he eyed me sternly, feeling his sense of power over me take charge. “Miss Morgan.” He nodded at me.
All the formal pleasantries were dispensed with, and I was glad. I couldn’t stand to draw out the inevitable any longer. The god awful clothes were making me angry the way they forced me back to a time I’d just as soon forget. And there was that old prickly agitation of lust and fear combined that I so often had with Reggie in the past. With all this assaulting me again, I just as soon get on with the and get it over with!
At that instant, I really felt like the recalcitrant brat these people believed me to be. I could think of nothing more befitting than having my bottom paddled, and I was about to break out in some nasty vindictive tirade against them all, that would certainly have proven how much I really needed the punishment that was to follow. This whole thing was suppose to be an adventurous lark, but obviously it was hitting chords in me I hadn’t played in a long time.
I followed Reggie as he briskly retreated into the living room, and watched as he pulled a chair into the center and sat down. He and I were center stage, where everyone could easily witness what was about to happen.
“I thought we’d things handled this afternoon, Alexandra, when you were so willing to submit. But it seems that you need another lesson before we get on with other more pleasant things tonight.”
I could see he was furious with me, his eyes shooting daggers. Gone was the Reggie I was used to seeing, calm, efficient and in total control. I had no idea that my impudent comments at the table would infuriate him so much – not like it hadn’t happen before! For a second I thought he might just be putting on the anger for show, although it wasn’t like Reggie to do that. I was quite sure I’d pissed him off and the anger was real.
I didn’t have long to ponder the possibilities, since he quickly pulled me down over his lap with a grand flourish. Reaching down to the hem of my skirt, he drew the garment up to my waist and tucked it into the waistband. Framed by the pink of my garter belt and hose, my gleaming ass cheeks were naked for all to see, poised and ready for what I suspected would be a nasty assault. Frankly, I would have been happy if he’d stripped me of the horrid clothes altogether; but this was going to be a textbook spanking, nothing too raunchy, but nothing sweet either.
From out of nowhere a wooden spanking paddle appeared. I saw it from the corner of my eye as I stared up from my humbled position as the guests gathered a convenient distance around us.
Without any more preliminaries, Reggie brought the paddle down on my bottom, and I instantly howled loudly in reply to the first mean smack. It was for good reason, this was a no nonsense paddling from the beginning, and the sting was fierce. I kicked my legs to show my protest, as much out of anger as out of any pain—at least at the start. Whatever this mysterious ingredient of rage was, it was certainly fueling my fires. I fought Reggie’s control like I’d never fought it before, as the sharp smack smack of the paddle continued to wreak havoc on my flaming skin.
“You’d better watch yourself, Alexandra, if you keep up this nonsense,” he gave the stern warning. “I’ll go on forever, and then turn you over to someone else when I get tired.”
But Reggie’s words had no effect. I answered with another wail, wriggling against him nastily. Though he managed to hold me tightly with his left hand pinned at my waist with a firm steady force, I could tell he was not expecting to have to battle me so forcefully.
“Dammit stop!” The unexpected cry pierced the air, as the paddle descended with an ever more fierce intensity. My cries went on, my rage not diminishing for even one tiny bit. I’d be damned if I was going to submit to this without a fight.
To my shocked surprise, Reggie suddenly stopped the spanking, pushed me from his lap and stood up, all the while managing to keep one of my hands firmly in his.
“Andrew,” he turned to our surprised host. “Miss Morgan and I need to talk in the next room.”
“Certainly,” Andrew replied. No one seemed to know exactly what was going on, and certainly I didn’t.
“What the hell’s going on with you?” Reggie demanded to know as soon as we were alone in an adjoining sitting room.
I was breathing heavily, my sobs and tears and rage were still right at the surface. I wanted to scream.
“I don’t know,” I finally snapped at him, through my labored breathing.
“You’d better.” He leveled me with a severe, fatherly grimace, then he lifted my bowed head and squarely in the eye. “Talk! Now!” he demanded.
I couldn’t stop looking at him, though I continued to struggle with his grip on my chin. He kept bringing my face back so I finally gave up, and let his constant stare penetrate me.
“I hate these clothes,” I finally stammered.
“You what?” He looked befuddled.
Hadn’t he heard me?
“I hate these clothes!” I repeated, my voice rising with anger.
“You want to explain more. I chose those clothes to suit Mr. Locke and his old-fashioned ideas of spanking naughty women. Certainly you understand that?”
“Yes, I do,” I admitted.
“Well?”
“I think this has something to do with identifying too much with the ‘old’ Alex,” I suggested, knowing right away that I’d hit the nail on the head. I hated the woman I used to be, and I didn’t like any reminder that she was still a part of me.
I could see a positive response to my explanation register on Reggie’s face, but he wasn’t about to sit and counsel with me. “Alex, it’s not my intention to beat your ass into oblivion to make you behave, and I don’t really care about your personal woes concerning how these clothes make you feel. What you need to do right now is turn yourself into a compliant demure little school girl, and go out and give these men one fine show. That’s all I ask, nothing more. You figure out what this means later. You understand me?” he said.
Just this much break in the action and a little bit of self awareness allowed me to cool down so I was no longer filled with wild rage.
“I understand,” I replied, feeling rather foolish for making such a scene in the first place.
“Good."
All the while my skirt remained tucked at my waist, my well reddened ass end hanging out. It should have embarrassed me, but I’d been too consumed with myself to even think about it until we were ready to leave the room. At that moment, Reggie thought about it too.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I complied.
With the paddle still in hand it was easy for him to give my bottom several more sharp stinging smacks, and though I wiggled and squirmed just a little, my out of control protest was over.
“I should take you out there and blister your bottom for another fifteen minutes,” he said, “but I’ll let your audience have a whack at you, and you’ll answer to me later. Just behave yourself, because I won’t hesitate to start again myself. And you don’t want that!”
I took his warning seriously, and giving me one last whack, he sent me on my way.
When we returned to the living room, I was presented to Mr. Locke with the paddle in hand. “She’s all yours,” Reggie said. “As you can see, she could use a whole night of spanking.” With that, Reggie returned to his girlfriend and I was now Mr. Locke’s to punish.
The man smiled at me kindly, but I knew that was only a ruse. He was anxious and waiting to paddle my bottom, and I’m sure that my unfortunate bauble had just made him more enthused about the prospects of laying the implement on my burning cheeks. Sitting down in the same chair that Reggie had vacated, he pulled me over his lap and gazed at my pink cheeks for some time. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could sense he planned to enjoy every minute of this spanking from a connoisseur’s point of view.
First, laying one hand on my bottom, he massaged my sore cheeks very lightly. Despite myself, I found a certain pleasure in this, even with a man I didn’t know and certainly didn’t care about. I guess I just couldn’t help the fact that spanking in its purest sense turned me on. Moments later, however, the eager man was whacking at my bottom with a sure and determined stroke of the paddle. I think I must have been a little numb from the previous spanking, because it certainly didn’t have the sting of the earlier one. I imagine too that Andrew Locke was a lot less fierce and purposeful than Reggie, whose anger-fueled assault had been to teach me a very pointed lesson.
Andrew Locke was considerate enough to pause after every few smacks and allow my bottom to recuperate. That only made the spanking more erotically arousing. I was almost a little disappointed when he finally pushed me off his lap and sent me to the corner to display my bottom for the gathered crowd.
“I think everyone should get a chance to see this fine crimson up close,” he said as he pushed me on my way. “But don’t think you’re done, young lady. We have a lot more spankers to be satisfied tonight.”
I had the feeling that I’d get a chance to go over all their laps before the night was over, but at least for the moment I was grateful for a break, even if I did have to expose my rear in this humiliating way.
Resigned to my fate, I knew that despite the clothes, and Reggie’s threats, I’d get through the night—and maybe it wasn’t so bad as I thought given the erotic charge that was all too obvious. On my way to the corner however, I happened to glance at the doorway of the living room, and I instantly froze on the spot. To my horror, surprise, delight and complete bewilderment, there was Will. His handsome eyes were gazing at me with the strangest far off look I’ve ever seen, his unexpected appearance leaving me dazed and unable to move.
While I stared at my ex-lover’s impassive face, I could hear the sound of Reggie’s Desiree squealing in the background, something about how she wanted to be spanked too.
“Alexandra!” Andrew Locke snapped me to attention. “To the corner,” he ordered. “And don’t go pleading for sympathy,” he added, as if he knew that my resolve to complete this phase of my grand punishment was suddenly threatened.
Moving on obediently, I stood submissively facing the wall like a little kid, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest, my desire running rampant, my mind unable to make sense of this whole thing. Why had he come? Had Reggie prompted him? He must have, how else would he know? And just standing there, so completely emotionless, I wished there’d been some hint of his feelings, but there was none. What was this suppose to mean in the scheme of things? Did he still care about me, or was he just checking to really see if I was doing all the nasty things Reggie might have told him about?
My mind was a confusing mess of thoughts as I half listened to Desiree’s coos and squeals. I heard some man’s hand come down on her bottom and wished I could see the scene myself, although I didn’t dare look. I could tell by her cries that this was a playful paddling, the smacks hardly more than love taps. I even detected the erotic passion in her voice, and wondered how Reggie would be feasting on her body tonight. When the happy Desiree was finally finished with her ‘ordeal’, I waited expectantly, thinking how much I wanted another glimpse of Will, at the very least. A moment to speak to him would be even better.
“Miss Morgan,” I was at last called
from the corner. “There are some gentlemen that would like the pleasure of your ass end,” Andrew informed me.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, as I turned back around.
And from there, the spanking commenced. I had trips over two more laps before I was allowed a break. I have to admit that I focused very little on these gentle spankings. I was thinking of Will the whole time. Breezing through both brief sessions, I couldn’t wait until they were over so that I could find him.
After the second spanking, I was allowed to retreat to the bathroom for a rest, while I promised to return for yet another paddling by yet another anxious spanker.
In the hallway, I chanced to run into the object of my hour’s obsession. Will was coming from the bathroom himself and stopped in front of me. We stood facing each other for some awkward moments, as the painful memory of our last exchange came readily to mind. Now he was so very calm. I wasn’t sure which scared me more. I saw him with fresh eyes, his hard body, his handsome face, and even more, I felt the remarkable presence about him that I loved so much.
“I’m doing this for you,” I said, suddenly feeling very self conscious.
“That’s what I hear.”
“You came to watch?” My voice sounded strained.
“Curiosity. Although from what I’ve seen so far, you’re still a long way off from the submissive woman you’re supposed to be. At least if I understand what you’re trying to do.”
“You did see the whole thing?” I asked.
“You mean did I see you acting like a spoiled, bad-tempered brat?” he asked. “Yes. I’ve certainly seen that before.”
“It was unexpected, this whole thing tonight,” I told him. “Maybe we could talk?” I asked anxiously thinking that there were a lot of things I wanted to explain to him.
“Maybe,” he replied. Though giving me a brisk smile, he moved away, while I heard my name mentioned in the other room. I scampered to the bathroom to hide for as long as I could.
When I finally returned to the living room, Will was gone and my heart sank. I suppose in all these weeks, I could have sought him out. I still could. Perhaps it was a positive sign that he had come; it gave me cause to hope.
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