His Firm Direction

by Alexis Alvarez

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

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  Copyright © 2017 by Stormy Night Publications and Alexis Alvarez

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  Alvarez, Alexis

  His Firm Direction

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by The Killion Group and 123RF/Fernando Gregory Milan

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Prologue

  Axel’s eyes gleamed in the low light from the lamp. “Come here.” He was sitting on a sofa near the plate glass window that overlooked the city of Chicago, the lights below streaming like fireflies in the dark.

  Sleeves rolled up to expose his strong, corded forearms, and elbows resting on his knees, he was the epitome of an ultimate sexy alpha male master.

  Cleo closed the door to his condo behind her, and let her purse and jacket drop to the polished floor. “Good evening to you, too.” She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

  “You’re late.” He checked his expensive wristwatch. His voice, low and sonorous, rolled over to her and sent a shiver up her spine. “Ten minutes.” He glanced to the belt lying beside him, then back to her face.

  She caught her breath. His dark hair and eyes, and those sexy lips! As always, looking at him sent spires of arousal through her body.

  “I was unaware that you were unable to function without such a manic devotion to punctuality.” She gave him a saucy grin and slid off her heels.

  He gave her a wicked smile. “I know why you’re late, you know.” He raised an eyebrow.

  “You do?” She stood near the doorway. The lines of his face were severe and handsome, and when he smiled, it lit up his eyes like sparks.

  “Mm hmm.” He nodded. “I think you were hoping to delay the… inevitable.” He slapped one hand onto his strong thigh. With his other, he trailed a finger along the buckle of the belt.

  Her stomach flipped. “Is that what you think?”

  He nodded. “But you do remember, I hope, that tardiness means extra?” He regarded her steadily.

  “Ah, I…” Butterflies came to life in her body and adrenaline surged. “Extra kisses, because you love me? Extra foot-rubs, because I had to walk from the farther el stop?”

  He chuckled. “Sure, I’ll do both. But that’s afterwards. Come on, now. Don’t drag it out any longer. I know you got all my texts about what I expected today.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Right now?”

  “Yes, right now.”

  She bit her lip. “But first, can I just…”

  “First, you can come here and get over my lap.” His voice was so sensual that she could practically feel his touch on her neck. “And let me pull up your skirt, and take down your panties.”

  “And why would you do a thing like that?” She approached him slowly, eyes locked onto his.

  He smiled. “So I can spank you, of course. A spanking you earned by neglecting to finish memorizing your lines last night, for the new play. I told you I was going to spank you if you didn’t finish, a good hard punishment with my belt.” He shook his head as if very sorry. “And it’s such a shame that you didn’t get it done, because now I’m going to have to take you over my lap and turn your ass a nice, bright red.”

  “But Axel.” She stood in front of him now, ignoring the beautiful city below, her full attention on the sexy, stern man before her. “I told you how busy I was with my accounting clients.”

  He sat up and crossed his arms, and although she was taller than him right now—since she was standing and he was seated—she felt submissive. “And yet you still confirmed you’d have the lines memorized. I asked if you needed an extra week, and you promised you did not.”

  “Well, I…” She twisted her fingers together. “I got busy, I guess.”

  “The rest of the cast memorized their lines. Today, you were the only one holding us back from going fully off paper.”

  “Yeah. Next rehearsal, I promise…”

  “Oh, I know. And I’ll see to it that I give you the right motivation to get it done, or give me enough advance warning so I can rework the schedule. Lift your skirt.”

  “Lift—?”

  Even though he’d done this before, she never stopped getting the initial rush of embarrassment, arousal, anger, and exhilaration that came from this command.

  “Now.” His eyes drilled into hers, and although he smiled, his tone was firm.

  “Fine.” She grabbed the fabric and inched it up, slowly revealing her creamy, toned thighs. She smiled in triumph at the feral look that crossed his face, and the way a muscle clenched in his jaw.

  “Come closer, please.” His voice was dangerously low. She stepped in, feeling the heat from his body, her heart hammering madly in her chest. “Because I need to pull these down,” he commented, sliding his fingers below the strips of lacey fabric at her hips and gently tugging. “Down these sexy thighs,” he added, stroking with his thumbs as he lowered the panties. “Spread your legs a little so they don’t fall. Yes, like that. Good.”

  She felt dizzy with anticipation as he spoke. “Take off your shirt, Cleo, and the bra.”

  With trembling fingers, she obeyed him, removing the items and tossing them to the couch beside him. Her nipples pebbled in the air, but he didn’t touch her. He gazed up at her for a second, an approving look in his eye. “Very nice. Hands behind your head, please.”

  She obeyed without speaking, both of them noticing how the motion made her breasts jut out further.

  “Tell me what you did wrong.” His voice, silky and demanding, made her want to moan out her need for him.

  Instead, she obeyed his command. “I’m sorry. I didn’t memorize my lines.”

  “And why is that a punishable offense?” He leaned back and regarded her, casually comfortable, while she stood at attention facing him.

  “Because… it held back the entire cast. Because of me, we’re a rehearsal behind, now.” She clasped her hands behind her back.

  “And what’s the penalty for that kind of behavior?”

  She hesitated.

  “Cleo?” He gave her a stern look.

  “A good hard belt spanking.” Her face grew hot.

  “How many?”

  She trembled. “As many as you deem necessary to create a sufficient… punishment.”

  “That’s right.” He leaned forward and stroked the skin at her hip, the touch so soft, especially combined with th
e harsh images in her mind. “As many as I find appropriate. And then?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “And then…” She flushed furiously. “Then I get down on my knees without complaining and suck your cock until you come. And I don’t get to orgasm until when you decide.” She bit her lip. “Maybe after dinner. Maybe tomorrow.”

  “You have a very good memory,” he congratulated her. He reached out a hand. “Come, let’s get started. The sooner it’s over, the less time you need to wait.”

  She sucked in a breath and allowed him to pull her closer and tug her down, arrange her on the couch over his hard thighs. Her long hair tangled in front of her face, and she felt her breath warm against the fabric of the cushions. He reached up and moved the hair out of her face, and she smelled his fingers, clean, fresh. Even the smell of his soap turned her on.

  He laid one hand on her naked buttocks and rubbed softly. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded and shifted her thighs, feeling the fabric pull at her skin. It felt obscene and sexy at the same time. She pushed her toes into the cushion. Then she answered. “Yes.”

  “Ready for what?” He splayed out his fingers, teasing her skin with soft whisper-like touches.

  “My… my spanking.” She was dying for him to touch her pussy, but he didn’t; instead, he just kept rubbing her ass.

  “Ask me for it.”

  She hesitated. “Please spank me. I deserve to be punished for my behavior.”

  “Very well.” He ran his fingertips down the back of one thigh, then up the other, and she squirmed at the soft, tickling touch. “Then I will.”

  He waited an excruciating second, then cracked his palm down across the exact middle of her cheeks.

  She flinched and sucked in a breath, surprised—as always—at how much the first spank stung, her left arm flailing out as if to interfere.

  “Don’t reach back,” he reminded her, and brought his hand down again, in another hard spank.

  “I won’t,” she promised, then gasped as he spanked again in the same spot. “Ow.” She kicked up one heel, then put it down, knowing he’d only spank extra if she kicked too much.

  “Shh, don’t complain,” he chastised her, and spanked again. “You’re lucky I’m doing a warmup with my hand. It’s only because I’m in a generous mood tonight.”

  “This is generous?” she complained, as he rained down a series of spanks, alternating cheeks. “Ouch!”

  “Did you want the warmup to be with the paddle?”

  “No!” She bucked her hips at a harder slap. “I don’t. This is fine.”

  “Oh, that it is,” he chuckled. “Don’t wiggle so much. Try to keep your hips still.”

  “I’m try—ow!” she wailed, as he started in with a flurry of sharp, fast spanks, giving several on one cheek before moving to the next, and tried to twist away from his punishing hand.

  “I feel like you’re less focused,” he said. “We might need to start doing maintenance spankings, Cleo, to help you learn to hold still, if you think it’s something you can’t manage right now.”

  “I can manage! Please,” she begged, forcing herself to stop moving. “I don’t need maintenance spankings.”

  “We’ll see…” he mused, “how well you do tonight, and then we’ll discuss it again.”

  He slapped a few more times, and then rubbed her ass. “Nice and pink,” he said, approval in his tone. “How does it feel?”

  “It stings,” she complained. But in addition to the heat in her bottom, arousal was growing, too. She pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve the ache.

  He noticed. “No.” He slapped her ass once and again. “You don’t get your pleasure for a long while yet. Do I need to bring out the paddle after all as a reminder?”

  “No, please, I hate that paddle.” She stopped immediately. “I won’t do it again.”

  “Good, because now we’re going to start with the belt, and I expect you to behave perfectly for me. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She felt her face get even hotter. No matter how many times they did this, it made her writhe in sexy humiliation to have to call him sir at the start of a spanking. And he knew it. And he loved it. And she knew he loved getting her to the point where she was so far gone with passion and pain and arousal that she’d say anything, call him sir, master, lord, whatever he wanted, if he told her to. But in the beginning… it didn’t come easy.

  “Say it again.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You reach back, you get an extra belt spank. You curse, you get an extra. So be good.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Without warning, she heard the rush of leather through the air and felt the impact on her buttocks. For a second, all she registered was pressure before the fire set in.

  “Ouch!” she cried out, wiggling desperately. She wanted this, loved it, even—but always fought it in the beginning, even when she was asking him to do it.

  He held her firmly in place and raised his arm, and she felt the next stripe, another line of fire, and she cried out, feeling the panic that came with the unbearable sting. How could she possibly handle a whole spanking?

  “Breathe,” he reminded her in a low voice. “Breathe, Cleo. I’m not going to stop, unless you say the word, so calm yourself and settle in.”

  Even though her ass was on fire already, she wasn’t going to call out her safeword. That was for emergencies, not just because it hurt. “I’m trying,” she whispered, the words coming out teary.

  “Try harder,” he said, and brought the belt down again with a loud crack that echoed through the room, and she stiffened in his arms and sucked in air, trying to process the sensation into something tolerable.

  He spanked again. “Tell me what you’re going to do differently next time.”

  She struggled to get out the words, to focus on her voice. “I’ll, aaaah! Ow. God. I’ll be better about my lines. Fuck!” An especially hard spank with the belt had her wriggling against his grip in vain before she was able to continue. “I’ll memorize my lines on time. I’ll budget my time better. Shit.”

  “What did I say about cursing?”

  “Nothing! You said nothing about it. This really hurts, Axel!”

  “It’s supposed to. It’s a punishment,” he reminded her, bringing down the belt again and again. “Five more, and then two extras, once for each time you swore. Next time you’ll do better. This isn’t even that hard.”

  “It’s really hard. Ouch!” she wailed. “I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”

  He spanked again. “You know the pain fades fast for you. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.” He gave her several more hard strokes and she nearly levitated out of his arms. “Ready for the last ones?”

  “Yes.” She wiped a tear out of her eye.

  “Then stand up and bend over your spanking chair. Remember to keep your thighs nice and wide.”

  He liked giving her the last two while he was standing and she was bent over, holding the chair he referred to as her ‘spanking chair.’ It was just a regular straight-backed chair, probably something expensive, since it existed here in his upscale condo. It was adjacent to the couch, a normal part of the seating arrangement… unless he was punishing her. Sometimes when they had people over, he’d deliberately look at the chair, and then at her, and she’d nearly combust with desire.

  He said he liked the image of her, legs spread, ass red, waiting for him while she held onto the chair. He also said it stung more when he spanked this way, because he had more room to swing the belt, and the last two were supposed to hurt a little more than the rest.

  But his hands on her were gentle as he helped her stand up and arranged her over the chair, and he dropped a kiss onto her neck. “You know this hurts me as much as it hurts you,” he teased her.

  “It does not,” she retorted. “It turns you on, is what it does, while it makes my ass red and sore.” She gripped the edges of the chair with
both hands, knowing the hard spanks would make it nearly impossible not to let go and try to rub her ass. She didn’t admit that she was just as turned on as he, although surely he could see the evidence between her thighs.

  He chuckled. “Smart-aleck replies earn you extras too, Cleo.”

  “Whatever.” She shifted her thighs, dying with anticipation, both wanting it and wishing he’d stop. Punishment spankings hurt far more than the playful kind, that was for sure. And even though she was turned on, she’d really rather have him stop spanking and fuck her.

  “Three more it is, then.” He placed a hand lightly on the small of her back. “Good hard ones. Don’t lift your legs or move away from the chair. No talking until all three are done.”

  She nodded, and he brought the belt down, harder than before. The burn on her ass was intense, and she let out a squeak, tensing her muscles with the effort of holding back her cries. He laid the last two stripes down fast, then pulled her up and into his arms.

  “Axel, ouch, oh, God,” she whimpered, pushing her head into his shoulder.

  He sat back down onto the couch and pulled her into his lap. She winced as her heated bottom made contact with the fabric of his pants. “It’s so sore.”

  “Yes, and you deserved every last stripe,” he observed. “You’ve been getting lax about your acting lately. I think the reminder will help you stay on top of your obligations. Or else I’ll do it again tomorrow.”

  “No!” Alarmed, she twisted to look up into his face. “You don’t need to do it again. I promise, I’ll stay on top of my schedule. It would be too much, two days in a row.” She shifted again, trying to bring relief to her bottom. “Oh, please. I need to rub.”

  “You know you can tell me if you’re stuck and need help. And if you come to me with enough advance notice, we can move things around,” he reminded her. “It’s the last-minute misses, when you could have done something easy to avoid it, that we need to fix.”

  “I know.”

  “I’m serious about repeating the punishment if I need to.” He tipped up her chin. “A second thorough belt spanking in a row would hurt a lot, yes?”