Jennifer's Lessons

by Katherine Kingston

  “Come back to the bedroom.”

  She reached down to adjust the bunched fabric to make it easier to walk.

  “No,” he said.

  The sharp word made her pause.

  “Leave it like that.”

  Jen stared at him, then shrugged and stood up too. It wasn’t as awkward walking down the hall with her clothing bunched up as she anticipated. The skirt did slide off after a few steps, but the tights and panties remained in place. It felt odd and a bit humiliating knowing her butt hung out, flashing him with each step since he stayed behind her. It was an exciting sort of humiliation, though—an acknowledgement of his mastery that thrilled her at the same time.

  Once in his bedroom, he said, “Get on the bed.”

  She heard that tone again, the authoritative Master. This was it. She didn’t have to do this, but… She hesitated a moment before shaking her head. Her throat felt too tight to get out the simple word, “No.”

  Chapter Three

  The brief silence that followed was so charged she could almost feel it crackling against her skin.

  “You know what will happen if you don’t get on the bed in the next five seconds,” he said, and began to count down. “Five, four, three…”

  Jen couldn’t move at all at that point. A dizzy feeling of unreality swept over her. The thrill, the excitement and fear mixed so thoroughly she had no idea where one stopped and the other started. His voice seemed to recede into the distance as he said, “Two… One.”

  He came over to stand beside her and kissed her softly, then he sat on the side of the bed and pulled her to him, bending her over his knee. “I know you want it, but it’s still my policy to ask. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished for disobeying me?”

  “Yes.” The word came out as a breathy sigh.

  He scooted back far enough that she was actually lying face down on the bed itself with her hips raised over his thighs. Her tights and panties already sat below her bottom, but he pushed them down farther, halfway down her thighs. A big hand rubbed over her ass cheeks, making her shiver.

  Her stomach twisted into a huge knot, clamping down on her airway in the process. What was she doing in this position? What kind of idiot was she? She fought an urge to jump up and tell him she wasn’t doing this. Yet another part of her realized that she wanted it. Wanted it badly.

  It felt so odd and yet so good to be in such a vulnerable position, waiting for him to spank her. The twisting tension in her stomach wound itself right down to her core, making her pussy tighten as well.

  The waiting was unnerving, yet exquisite. All the decisions were his now. A shiver ran through her as the anticipation built.

  His hand came down in a noisy slap on the center of the left cheek of her bottom. The shock made her jerk, but despite the surprisingly loud sound, it barely stung at all. A wave of relief crashed over her. She could handle it. He smacked the other ass cheek, a little harder. The crack seemed to echo through the room. There was a bit of tingle where it landed, but still not bad. Kind of exciting, actually. Sharp little pings of energy danced around the site, then dove inside and lit a trail to her womb.

  He spanked a bit lower and more sharply, and this time it did sting. Not too bad, though. Not enough. The mild jolts sent heat deep inside her, curling through her stomach and into her pussy. A few more spanks and the sting began to accumulate into a hot, sweet burn. She groaned and wiggled each time he slapped her ass, but each sting faded quickly, too quickly. She wanted more.

  The heat built inside, making her gasp as her pulse raced. He spanked harder and faster, raining slaps alternately on each cheek. Fire exploded in her bottom and then transmuted into pleasure that had her pussy throbbing and weeping.

  Exhilaration made her feel floaty. This. Him. Yes. He knew just how to do it, how to make her fear him and want him with explosive passion at the same time. Heart racing, she fought the urge to jump up and attack him right then. She’d never been so hot, so wild and needy.

  As if recognizing how ready she was, Blake stopped and rubbed a hand over the hot flesh, hard, then gently. Jen moaned in pleasure as it sent a delightful ripple along the nerves that led straight to her pussy. Her breath accelerated into hard pants when he pushed her legs apart and ran the tip of a finger along the slit, teasing into the deep crease between her labia. He found the hard nub of her clit and stroked it until her squeals grew into pleading screams.

  “Blake, I need— Need you!”

  He stopped and smacked her bottom again. “Let’s remember who’s giving the orders around here.”

  Thrills rolled through her at his stern tone. She struggled to contain the orgasm that threatened to explode. “Yes, Master.”

  “Glad you got that straight.” He helped her stand up beside the bed, then he lay back himself and pulled her down beside him. After stripping off her tights and panties, he removed his own jeans and briefs, grabbed a condom and put it on, nudged her legs apart and knelt in the gap.

  No hesitation this time. He pushed right into her, burying his cock deep inside with a long, sweet moan. “God, you’re hot,” he said. “So hot and tight.” He looked into her eyes. “The most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

  The feeling of fullness, of being stretched to the point she could barely contain him, thrilled her, but his words made her swell all over with pride and delight. He was so strong and solid and male. “You’re definitely—dear heavens! The hottest guy I’ve ever met.” The words ended on a gasp as he moved and her body arched up to him. Molten lava flowed through her veins, building pressure inside. Every nerve throbbed with it.

  He drove into her again and hit the spot inside that made her jump and squeal with nearly unbearable pleasure. She hovered on a knife’s edge of exploding as he pumped harder and faster.

  “I can’t…hold it in,” Blake said. “Can’t—”

  “Don’t. I’m— Ah!” The rumbling volcano blew up into full eruption, sending her into a jolting frenzy that brought her crashing up to meet his final thrust. His groan blended with her scream as the orgasm engulfed them both, joining them in the tightest, most intimate way possible.

  He collapsed against her, harsh breaths puffing against her neck like sobs. For a while she couldn’t bear to move, didn’t want to think or do anything but hold him close. They lay together for a while afterward until he asked, “How’s your bottom?”

  Jen had to take a long breath before she could answer. “Don’t feel a thing now. Is it even pink?”

  He levered himself up on an elbow and craned his neck to look. “Nope.”

  “Drat.”

  “Why drat?”

  “Actually I’m not sure. I kind of want something to remind me…”

  He almost grinned at her. “I’d have to spank a lot harder than that to leave any kind of mark. Does that mean you didn’t mind it?”

  “Didn’t mind it at all. In fact, I kind of liked it. I think I’d like to do more. Although…”

  “What?”

  “It’s confusing. Part of me says I could take it a lot harder, but another part says I don’t want it any harder.”

  He kissed her forehead and then her lips. Jen snuggled closer to him, moving down to bury her face against his chest before she asked, “What would it be like if I went to your Discipline group?”

  Tension hardened his relaxed muscles at the question. “It would depend on what you wanted and what you needed discipline for.”

  She sucked in a hard breath and forced herself to ask, “Is there anything you think I should need discipline for?”

  “Jennifer… That aspect of it isn’t a game. There’s a difference between a spanking for fun and a spanking for discipline. I don’t think you’d like a discipline spanking.”

  “But that’s the point, isn’t it? You’re not supposed to like it. And anyway, I don’t think I’d want to go to your club. I’d want you to do it. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You said you like to be the dominant partner.”
/>   “True, but I could be content with just playing it for fun. More than content. Thrilled.” He hugged her to him.

  “I’m not sure I would.” She said it slowly, wondering what unknown part of herself this was coming from. “When you were spanking me, I realized… Wow, this feels weird to be saying this! I realized that I wanted more from you. It was fun playing the game, but the experience would be something more if it were real.”

  “It was pretty amazing as it was,” he said.

  “It was for me too.” She drew a deep breath. “I didn’t think it would be. It wasn’t what I expected. It was interesting. I didn’t like the actual pain when you spanked—not that it was much, really—but I liked all the stuff around it…the anticipation, being so close to you, at your command and vulnerable to you. But then after each spank, when the pain faded, the feeling turned into something astonishing. Heat and pleasure like I’ve never known in before. I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperately horny.”

  “It might not work that way with a more severe session, though.”

  “Maybe not,” she admitted. “As you said earlier, we should keep it light. That doesn’t necessarily mean just fun and games, though. You said you wanted more.”

  “But that doesn’t mean you should want it too, just for that reason.”

  “I don’t. I want to try it because I want to.”

  “All right. A couple of things, though. First, we talk about it. We have to agree that the offense deserves punishment before it happens. Second, it’s not a game. You don’t get to say when to stop with a discipline spanking. You’ll have a ‘safe word’ to say if you’re really having trouble or it really is too much for you, but otherwise, you accept what I give you. And I have to warn you. It hurts. It can hurt quite a bit. Not like what we did earlier, which was more of tease than anything else. And again, we talk about it afterward. If you think it was unfair or too harsh, you tell me. Plus, you don’t get sex right after it. That’s part of the punishment. Because you might be turned-on, but it’s not meant to be foreplay.” He drew a breath and let it out on a sigh. “I admit I want this. But I want you more. I don’t want to do anything that makes you unhappy. If it doesn’t work for both of us, we stop and retrench. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, while pressing her lips to his chest. He tasted a little salty, but all man, all Blake Daniels. The man who turned her on like no one else ever had. The man who made her want things she never had before, who opened up possibilities she’d never dared to explore before. “It’s a trial. If it doesn’t work for us, it doesn’t work. If it doesn’t work out between us, it won’t be because of that.” She worked a finger into his chest hair and tweaked. “I want to work on my being late for things all the time. I need to get better organized.”

  He stroked a hand up and down her back. “All right. You get a punishment spanking the next time you’re late for class. Or anything else. I expect you to tell me if it’s not the calculus class or I’m not there.”

  “Okay.” She licked over his nipple and stroked his shoulder. “There’s something more I want. Totally unrelated to anything but us.”

  He went still. “Oh?” His odd doubt worried her.

  “This is completely different, but it’s important. You don’t laugh or even smile. You don’t do anything to have fun except go out with me. I want to teach you to have fun again. Call it a sort of balance. You try to teach me to be more organized and disciplined and I try to teach you how to enjoy life.”

  “All right. Deal,” he said.

  “Good. I’ve got parties I’m committed to for the next two Saturday nights, but otherwise, we’re going to use the weekends.” Jen snuggled up against him, wondering if it were too early to be falling in love with him. She told herself that was a bad idea. They still had a lot of issues between them and it might not work out at all. Aside from the time in eleventh grade when Peter Hanson had broken up with her, she’d never really suffered from a broken heart. Mainly because she hadn’t given her heart to any one man. Giving it into Blake Daniels’ keeping right now might not be a great idea.

  She wasn’t sure she had a choice about it anymore.

  * * * * *

  Jennifer insisted they go bowling the next Friday night, after he admitted to her it was something he used to enjoy but hadn’t done in years.

  Blake had forgotten about the noises in a bowling alley. When they walked in the door, the sudden sharp crack of a ball hitting pins put him on high alert, poised to jump behind the nearest barrier. Where he’d been for the last few years, loud, explosive noises meant deadly danger, and his reactions had been honed to a lightning fast assessment of the direction of sound and a search for cover. Fortunately he caught himself before he actually ducked or had taken himself and Jennifer to the floor. He let out a long breath as he realized what the noise was. It happened again before he’d recovered from the first time.

  It took almost ten minutes of hearing the repeated sounds before he stopped flinching and relaxed enough to enjoy the game. He suspected Jennifer noticed his initial tension, but she made no comment on it. He appreciated her restraint.

  He found that his body still knew the right motions for the game even after all that time, and it was clear Jennifer had had a few lessons somewhere along the way.

  They both started out well, with a strike and two spares between them in the first two frames.

  He leaned back in the chair at the alley while Jen got in position for her turn.

  It had been a memorable week, although she’d given him no cause to try out the discipline half of their bargain. She’d made it to everything on time. Still, they’d gone back to his apartment after their tutoring sessions both Monday and Wednesday nights, and she’d found an opportunity to balk at an order on both occasions, giving him the opportunity to treat her to spankings. On Monday, he’d made it a little harder than the first time. Jen didn’t object and it sure as hell turned her on. Wednesday, he’d notched it up a step, smacking harder and longer, enough to raise a pink flush on her bottom. She squealed and wriggled through the last few spanks, but didn’t tell him to stop. When he probed her slit he found her dripping wet. She’d practically throbbed with need.

  He watched her skip up to the line and send her ball sailing down the alley. Her lithe, curvy body moved with a grace that his libido and his aesthetic senses both appreciated. At first it appeared the ball would hit the sweet spot between the one and the three pins that produced strikes, but then it veered slightly the left, knocking down seven of the ten. Jennifer turned and gave him a rueful smile as she waited for the pins to reset and her ball to return.

  The light in her eyes and the joy that seemed to put a perpetual smile on her face warmed his heart and continued down to his groin. His cock responded as it always did. Down, boy, he ordered it, though it rarely complied with his requests or demands.

  It almost scared him how she’d wormed her way inside him in just a few weeks. Almost like she’d become necessary to him. God, he hoped not. She was five years younger than him, very smart and very pretty. She had plans and a bright future. He’d no reason to believe those plans included him or even had room for an emotionally stunted ex-soldier with seriously kinky sexual leanings. But she did seem to like him.

  Her second ball got two of the three remaining pins and she sighed. “I’m kind of out of practice.”

  Blake got up to take his turn and hugged her as she passed him, going back to the bench. He tried to give her a grin as well, but was pretty sure that didn’t succeed.

  Strange thing, that. He used to smile and laugh all the time, but he hadn’t even noticed the absence of it. He hadn’t realized he’d all but lost the ability until she mentioned it. He couldn’t say when or how it had happened. It must have been a gradual loss, so slow he didn’t realize it. But it wasn’t coming back easily.

  They played three games. Jen beat him on the second of the three with a run of three strikes
in a row, but then he hit his stride in the third with five spares and three strikes.

  Along the way he could almost feel something loosening up inside him. A low-level, underlying tension, the expectation that something disastrous might happen at any moment, began to dissipate. He started to enjoy the challenge of the game and the pleasures of Jennifer’s company.

  By the time they finished the third game, a different kind of tension was rising in him. The need for her had become an ache in his groin again. They left the bowling alley hand in hand, but in the car her palm crept onto his thigh and upward, making it hard to keep his mind on the road ahead.

  They got back to his place without a crash, mercifully. Once inside, he closed the front door with his foot and yanked her into his arms. She came willingly enough, turning her face up to him and plastering her warm, soft body to his. The kiss set off explosions that tied his insides in knots and made his cock so hard it threatened to tear through the fabric of his pants.

  When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he pushed her back from him. “Enough. In the bedroom and take your clothes off.” He made it an order. She hesitated a moment, then turned and walked back to the bedroom. He followed more slowly, but when he got there, he found her sitting on the bed, fully clothed and wearing a “dare you” grin.

  “Decided to have it your own way?” he asked, doing his best to sound stern and not delighted.

  She shrugged. “I suppose so.”

  “Then I guess it’s up to me to show who’s in charge. You have to the count of ten to stand up and start removing your clothes.”

  She sat and waited while he went through the count. At ten, he zipped over to the bed and sat down. Without giving her time to protest, he flipped her over so she landed face-down across his knees.