His Firm Direction

by Alexis Alvarez

  “But I—” Something in her balked at complying. Sure, this wasn’t something she was opposed to doing in general. In fact, if it was her own idea (and she was kind of pissed she didn’t think of it first!) she’d totally enjoy teasing him with her thighs wide, touching herself, making him get hard and then denying him the chance. Yeah, she’d like being a cock-tease to this cocky man.

  But being told to do it—even if it was something she wouldn’t mind doing—went against her grain. But it was also really, really hot. Fuck. She could see the allure of being dominated.

  “Fine. Enjoy the show,” she said, sort of pissy, but excited to tease, because the look in his eyes—hungry, feral, almost desperate—showed her the power she had over him. She deliberately widened her thighs, then reached down and sighed. She ran a finger down her crotch, then slowly, as slowly as she could, pulled the slip of fabric aside.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, in a mock surprised voice. “How wet I am. I better air myself out so I dry out a bit. Otherwise, I’ll make a spot on your car seats. Or on the seat here, Axel. Wouldn’t that be so embarrassing? God, everyone would know how turned on I was for you, and how much I wanted you to fuck me. Probably other guys would see and want to fuck me themselves. I’d have the pick of men, Axel. Everyone would want my sweet, tight pussy.”

  “Fuck, Cleo!” he growled. “If we weren’t here, I’d—”

  He turned his head to the hallway. “Legs together.” He swept her off the table and helped pull down her skirt. He gave her a glance as he sat back down in his seat. “We’ll finish this later.”

  “I hope so,” she managed, smoothing her hands against her skirt, her heart hammering in her chest. All she could think about was the fire in her body, the desire for him. The way he looked at her. His hands, his voice. How hot it was to be commanded to do something by a confident man. Fuck, he was hot!

  Monica was back with more paper. “Here you go!” she said. “Sorry it took so long. Printer problems are the worst. District budget. Don’t get me started.” She sighed. “So I’ll get all the forms signed by the kids and parents, and send you copies and a list, and then we’ll work to set a schedule for when your next play starts rehearsing. Sound good?”

  “Perfect.” Axel was the model of composure and professionalism. Cleo felt shattered, transparent, like she was one ball of need pulsing behind a glass display, but she tried to smile with confidence and grace. “Nice to meet you.” Thank God she’d used her left hand to touch herself, because now she needed to shake hands with Monica. “See you again soon!”

  Chapter Eight

  On the way to Axel’s house, they were silent, but once they got to his Michigan Avenue condo, he pulled her into his arms. “I need to go over some ground rules with you.”

  “And maybe I have some of my own,” she countered.

  “I should hope so,” he said with a smile. “You first?”

  “Um.” She hesitated. “I guess, just—if I don’t like something, you’ll stop. Right?”

  “That’s the number one rule, always,” he said, taking both of her hands in his. “Whatever you call this—BDSM, play, kink, spanking, punishment—the most important thing is that anything we do is consensual. Okay? That’s my bottom line. I may push you, okay? I’ll push and tease and ask you to test your limits. But I’ll never violate them.”

  “Okay.” She shrugged. “Well, then, I guess, what are yours?”

  “When I tell you to do something, you do it,” he said simply. “If it’s not something on your never list, you do it. You’re obedient to me in the bedroom, and in return, I’ll reward you. If you’re not obedient, I’ll punish you.”

  “But I can tell you no.”

  “You can. But you won’t.”

  “Why would I not?”

  He leaned in and whispered, “Because you’re going to like it when I punish you. It’s going to turn you on and arouse you in a way you never knew possible. You’re going to want to please me, and you’re going to want to atone for your mistakes, and that’s why you’ll allow me to spank your naughty ass whenever I feel it’s necessary. And if it hurts, you’ll still lie there and take it, because you know that it’s good for you, and in the end, it will just make things even hotter between us.”

  “Axel,” she moaned into his neck, unbelievably turned on by his words.

  “If I ask you to do something that you absolutely don’t want to try, you tell me red,” he said. “Okay? If you need to stop anything at any time, you say red. Otherwise, if you just kind of don’t want to do it, you do it. Deal?”

  “But I don’t want to do things I don’t want to do,” she complained.

  “Ah, but that’s the whole fun of the dominance and submission thing,” he countered. “Doing what you’re told, being submissive. And in your heart, you know I’m pretty much only going to ask you to do things you fucking love. Just, you don’t know what, when, and how. Sometimes it will hurt a little before it feels good. Sometimes it might be a little embarrassing. But be confident that it’s always going to be good for you in the end, okay? I love this, and I love feeling good. And I want you to feel good, too.”

  “Okay,” she said, feeling like it was a huge concession, but also wanting to try it more than anything before. “Then yes. Fine.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I will do what you say,” she said, forcing the words out.

  “You’ll love it,” he promised. “Take off your panties.”

  “Right now?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

  “Are you supposed to argue, or just do it?”

  “Do it, I guess.”

  “You guess?” He crossed his arms. “You just earned yourself five extra spanks. You going for ten extra?”

  “No! That’s not fair! You can’t give me extras. I don’t even, I’ve never even been spanked.” But the idea of being held down and given an extra punishment was somehow so arousing that she squirmed and pressed her thighs together, even while indignation surged through her at his cavalier confidence.

  “All the more reason to be obedient your first time, then, I’d think,” he said. “Ten it is. If you don’t want it to be fifteen, give me the panties right now.” He held out his hand.

  She hesitated, licked her lip, then slowly wiggled the fabric down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out carefully, then extended her hand. “Here.”

  “Thank you.” He tucked them into his jeans pocket, letting the lacy strings stick out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “It was hard,” she argued.

  He laughed. “Take off your shirt.”

  She bit her lip, looked at his hand, then pulled the top up and over her head. Not sure what to do, she offered it to him. “Here?”

  “Put it on the table.” He pointed at a wooden dining set, and she obeyed. “Now the bra and skirt. Leave the heels. You can walk around naked except for the heels, Cleo.”

  She removed the clothes, but when she was naked, he grabbed her right away. “Fuck walking around,” he growled into her neck

  He grabbed her up into his arms, over his shoulder, and slapped her once on the ass.

  “Ouch!” she squealed, as a sting arose on her skin, sexy and tingling, and giggled in alarm. “Put me down!”

  In reply, he slapped her again, a little harder. “I’m the one who makes demands, Cleo.”

  “You’re being an asshole,” she said, half-joking, half-serious. “Put me down!”

  “Is that a red, put me down, or just an asshole, put me down?” he asked, his voice light. He one hand on her ass.

  “No, it’s not a red, it’s just—put me down,” she demanded.

  “Then, if it’s not a red, you do what I say, remember?” He gave her a series of short, hard slaps on the back of her thighs, and the immediate sting made her suck in her breath.

  “But Axel, I…”

  “You obey, yes?” He carefully placed her on the bed, then slid off her shoes, caressing each sole as h
e did. “I think a lesson is in order before we move on to anything else. I promised you lots of pleasure, but first, I do need to punish you.”

  Her stomach lurched even more than before. Now that she was naked, and the spanking was imminent, she was at once terrified and aroused. What if it hurt too much?

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  He sat down beside her. “I’m going to spank you, Cleo.” His voice was firm, implacable. “I’m going to put you over my lap, spank your pretty little ass until you cry. I’m going to spank you with my hand,” he told her, his voice low and firm. “I’ll start out light to warm you up, then it will get harder. It’s going to hurt, and you’re going to ask me to stop. I’m not going to. I’ll stop when I think you’ve had enough, and then you’ll get the extra ones that you just earned.”

  “Axel, no!” What if it was too hard? “What if I really can’t handle it?” She sucked in air, breathless.

  “I’ll watch your responses,” he promised. “It’s a punishment, but like I said, I won’t dole out more than you can take.”

  “But why do you even need to punish me?” They were playing, right? At least, sort of? She wasn’t entirely sure. He seemed so serious.

  “To remind you about how bad your behavior was in the beginning, with the crew, before we had our come to Jesus talk,” he said. “To hold you accountable and help your behavior stay appropriate… Do you agree that you need punishment for that?”

  “No! You even told me to stop apologizing for it. So why should I be punished for it?” She still felt guilty about it, though, even now that she was being her usual supportive self. The look on Martin’s face that day when he’d confronted her. The way Laska even said she’d had to miss an important clinic volunteer function. She still remembered that, and she hadn’t let it go. “How will spanking make that better?”

  “Well, it won’t,” he said. “You’ll make it better.”

  “Okay?”

  He smiled and continued, “But accepting a spanking, for some people, is a trigger that allows them to purge out the toxic emotions they keep carrying around. Crying over the spanking leads to an emotional catharsis that clears your brain. You’re the one who brought it up time and again, these past few days. I can tell it’s still biting you. You can’t let it go. Maybe a good hard spanking will give you the opportunity to get it out of your head. For kinky people who enjoy rough sex and spanking anyway, roleplaying it like that just seems to work, sometimes. The endorphin rush, the chemical purge… I don’t know how the fuck brains work, just that sometimes it does.”

  Then he added, in an undertone, touching her thigh, “Besides, I like spanking bad girls like you. It gets me hot. And the more turned on I get, the better I make things for you. I’ve also found that when bad girls get punished, they fuck so much better. Don’t you want to see how that works?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “But I don’t know if I want to be punished.” In her mind, at home in bed, touching herself, it had seemed sexy and erotic: Being spanked by a handsome man. By Axel. Here in real life, though, it seemed… more powerful.

  “Over my lap.” He took her into his arms and pulled her over smoothly, and in a second she was draped over his thighs like she’d been at practice, although this time it was clear she was really going to get a spanking. “Feel okay?” He adjusted her. “There you go.”

  Before she had a chance to think about it further, she felt his hand on her ass. She flinched, startled, then cried out when he pulled back and gave her a sharp spank on her right buttock. “Ow, Axel. That hurt.” She reached back to rub it.

  He grabbed her hand, put it back in front of her. “No. Hands in front. No reaching back.”

  She didn’t answer, and he slapped her on her left buttock, then again, harder, in the exact same spot, making her hiss out her breath and shoot her hand back to rub.

  “What did I say about hands?” He took her hand and gently but firmly moved it again. Then he slapped her ass.

  “Ouch! You said not to reach back.”

  “That’s right.” He gave her a short flurry of spanks that made her wiggle. “So are you going to reach back?”

  “No! Ow, ow. No, I won’t. Ouch.” She whimpered at a harder slap, twisting her fingers together in front of her face. “Axel, are you done?”

  He laughed. “We’re just getting started, Cleo. And while I discipline you, I’m Sir. If you call me Axel, it means extra spanks.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” she shot out, and gasped when he rained several slaps on her ass, first on one cheek, then the other.

  “Ouch! I’m sorry. Please, stop. Not so hard.”

  “What do you call me during a spanking?” He rested his hand on her skin, then rubbed in circles. Her ass stung, and coupled with his soft touch now, the two warring sensations—mild pain and gentle soothing touch—were an amazing combination. She shifted her hips, trying to understand and process this brand new experience.

  “Sir! I’m sorry, Sir.” His hands were light on her body, although firm, and she knew that she could get up and walk out. She could tell him to stop, and he would. But she didn’t say it.

  “How does it feel?” He continued rubbing, gave her a small, sharp spank that made her jerk, and rubbed. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes, but it feels good,” she answered, breathless, and pushed her hips down into his lap, then up to his hand. “It’s weird. But I like it.”

  “You like it?” He laughed. “I thought you would. Remember?”

  “You don’t need to be smug,” she complained, but her voice lacked a bite. She closed her eyes, just enjoying his warmth.

  “I’m not smug, I’m glad,” he answered. “Ready to go again?”

  “I don’t know,” she murmured. “This feels so good right now.”

  “Oh, but you have a lot more spanking to go before I spend any real time caressing you,” he warned, and laughed when she twisted around to look at his face. “But you’ll like it,” he said, bending his head down. “Even when it hurts. Head back down.” His voice got firmer. “Behave, or it will be harder.”

  “Axel, I—”

  “Sir. Last reminder. It’s up to you to remember from now on.”

  “Sir, I just don’t know if I…” Her voice trailed off. “Fine. Whatever. I’m ready.”

  “Good job with the Sir, but it’s only going to get harder, so brace yourself,” he warned her, and his hand fell again and again, first on the left cheek, then the right. Soon he was slapping her three or four times in a row on one cheek, in the same spot, making her whine and cry out. Then he switched to repeat the treatment on the other side until she squirmed and begged.

  When her bottom began to sting harder, she shifted, trying to get away from his punishing hand, but he held her in place without effort. “Cleo, stop trying to get away. You are to accept the punishment without complaint, or you’ll get extras with my belt.

  “No! Please, not the belt,” she cried out. “I’ll be good.” She forced herself to still her hips, although she wanted to push and pull, to do anything to get away from his hard, heavy hand.

  Now he began spanking in earnest, lifting his hand up high and bringing it down with force, slaps that echoed around the room and had her begging for mercy and genuinely twisting, trying to get away. It hurt. Not the kind of pain that felt like it would leave injuries, or anything, but fuck! Who knew a spanking actually hurt?

  “Axel, Sir. It hurts so much. It burns, it stings, it’s on fire.” She jerked her hips to pull away from his punishing hand. “Ow.”

  In response, he slapped again, concentrating on the tender skin at the base of her thighs, make her moan and writhe. The pain in her rear was intense, but another feeling matched it, that of arousal. She could feel new moisture between her legs, and even though the spanking hurt ferociously, she didn’t want him to stop, not exactly. If only he’d lighten up a bit, or rub it again, soothe the wicked burn, let that warm feeling grow, the one that was igniting in her b
elly. She pushed her clit into his legs, hard, trying for some relief, and felt him under her body—he was hard. He was aroused by this, too.

  “Axel,” she begged. “Please just give me a break and rub my ass again. That felt so good. Please.”

  “Sorry, Cleo.” His voice held remorse and resolve. “This is supposed to be punishment, so no more rubbing until it’s over. It’s time for those extras you earned… the ones with the belt. Don’t touch your ass.”

  Adrenaline swirled through her body and she swiveled to look at his face.

  “Watch what I’m doing, Cleo,” he ordered, shifting her so she was sitting on the couch.

  “Ow! My butt is already sore,” she complained, but at a stern look from him, she stayed seated, although she shifted uncomfortably on the rough fabric, which made the stinging more prominent.

  “No, please,” she begged, anxiety flooding her, as he deliberately held her eyes, pulling the belt from the loops with a soft swish. He folded it over and slapped it into his palm, and she jumped. “God! Axel.”

  “Sir.” He nodded his chin at her. “In just a second, you’re going to get up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. Keep your thighs spread wide. You’re getting ten hard ones with the belt. After that, I think you’ll be properly contrite.”

  “Don’t.”

  “Eleven.”

  “Axel!”

  “Twelve. I suggest you stop arguing, Cleo, if you don’t want the count to go higher.” He took the panties from his pocket and tossed them to her; startled, she caught them. “Slide these back on, but only up to your thighs. Now.”

  “But why?”

  “Because I like the way it looks.”

  She bit her lip and bent down to put on the panties. She stopped just short of her ass cheeks. “Like this?”

  “Exactly. Very nice.” He raised one eyebrow. “Get into position. Now.”

  Chapter Nine

  She gave him a pleading look, and when she saw that he wasn’t going to change his mind, she slowly got up onto the couch, burning at the fact that her underpants were twisted around her thighs. It somehow seemed lewder than being fully naked. She leaned into the couch and spread her legs until the panties prevented her from further movement. “That’s all I can do,” she said, her voice hitching.