Lessons for Lexi (11 page)

They didn’t want anyone breaking up
their party.

For some reason, the thought of being
barred from his family home upset him, despite his previous adamant denials
that he wanted it at all. Now that a future with Faith wasn’t hanging over him
like a pendulum, he found that he actually wanted to live there. Especially seeing
Alex was there.

He hadn’t seen the party queen herself
since the night they’d kissed. She was avoiding him. He’d called the house a
few times, and shown up there, only to be told she wasn’t home.

He was itching to beat her backside.
She had no idea that she didn’t have any leverage anymore, now that he and
Faith were done, and she was clearly out of control. He was going to have to take
drastic measures. He was planning on driving to the house, tracking Alex down
and making her listen to him.

He was also planning on making it clear
to her that the party was going to stop, or she was going to suffer the
consequences. Fun now and then was fine, but what she was doing to herself
wasn’t
fun. It was unhealthy. He knew she had stomach
problems, though she tried to hide it. He’d seen her grab her belly and flinch
more than once. There was no way she should be drinking as much as she was.

His plan for a serious talk was
interrupted by a phone call from his aunt, who sounded near hysterical.

“JT, I need your help.” She was
practically shouting into the phone. “Alex and Radford are in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Alex got picked up for a DUI. She and
Radford are down at the police station, but the car’s been impounded and…”

“Which police station?” JT got the address
before hanging up and storming out of his hotel room, intent on picking up Alex
and delivering some of those consequences she’d been sidestepping.

It was going to be a very long time
before his little troublemaker could sit comfortably again.

***

“Second times a charm,” Lexi muttered
blearily after Raj finished bailing her out.

“It’s not funny, Lexi,” Raj said. “I
told you that you shouldn’t be driving.”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “How was I
supposed to know my license was suspended?”

“Because this
is your second DUI.
Of course your license is suspended.”

Lexi shrugged, not caring one way or
the other. “Whatever, how are we getting home?”

“I called a cab after I called Althea
to let her know what was going on.”

“You told Althea!” Lexi spun on Raj.
“Why would you do that?”

“Because she’s
going to find out one way or another.
I figured it was best coming
from me.”

Lexi tensed, “but she could tell…”

A car squealed to a stop next to their
spot on the sidewalk and Lexi couldn’t bear to look. “Please tell me that isn’t
JT.”

“Oh, look, cab’s here!” Raj responded
cheerfully, before racing down the street and abandoning her as JT stormed up
to her, looking angry enough to kill.

JT didn’t bother with a greeting.
Instead, he firmly grabbed her by the arm, before none too gently hustling her
into the passenger seat of his car.
 
“There are three things you should probably know.”

Lexi was staring at him, her face white
with dread, before she let out a breath. He was just trying to scare her. He
couldn’t spank her. She still had leverage.

“First,” he continued as he slid into
the driver’s seat, “I broke up with Faith on Monday.”

Lexi
froze,
her joy over his breakup overshadowed by her realization that all her leverage
was gone and her rear end was in serious jeopardy.

“Second, I am immediately resuming my
role as your disciplinarian.” He shot her an evil smile before pulling into
traffic.
  
“And third, the last two
spankings I gave you are going to feel like massages compared to the one I’m
giving you when I get you back to my hotel room.”

***

JT looked down at Alex, her sobs
muffled by the pillow she was crying into. She was laying facedown on the king
sized bed in his hotel suite, still stark naked and her creamy white backside,
along with the back of her thighs, were marred with a dozen angry red welt
marks.

He’d been cruel and relentless, but her
transgression had called for it. She’d managed to stay stone faced and quiet
after he told her she was getting punished. The second the hotel room door had
closed behind her, and he’d ordered her out of her clothes, her composure had
crumbled. She’d burst into tears, but started stripping immediately, not
willing to risk making him any angrier.

Her crying had gone up a notch when
he’d taken off his belt and told her to lie facedown onto the bed. Unmoved, he’d
given her a pillow to muffle her screams. Then, he’d started whipping her with
the belt.
 
He’d methodically worked his
way down her backside, all the way to the backs of her knees, and then worked
his way up again. He repeated the process several times, until he was
absolutely sure she’d gotten the message.

The whipping had been over for about 5
minutes, but she was still sobbing into the pillow, likely because she knew he
wasn’t done punishing her.

He leaned down on the bed next to her,
and rested a hand on the small of her back, making her flinch. “You could have
been killed or have killed someone else, Alex.” She ignored him and kept crying
into the pillow, so he gave her a smack on the ass to get her attention. She
yelped and then turned her face towards him, sniffling.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re only sorry because you got
caught.”

She swallowed and leaned up on her
elbows, wiping the tears away.

“I’m done with this defiance Alex. The
way you’ve been behaving for these past two weeks is unacceptable.” He gave her
a stern look. “It stops now, do you understand me?”

She nodded.

He reached over and slapped her ass
again, making her wince. “Words, Alex.”

“I’ll stop misbehaving.”

“I’ve heard that one before. That’s why
I’m moving back into the house. You need someone to keep an eye on you.” He
pointed to her rear. “To do this to you if you step out of line.” He rubbed the
small of her back. “Now come here.” He patted his knee. “We’re not done yet.”

Her face went white. “Please, JT. I
can’t take any more.”

He sighed and pulled on her hand. “A
dozen whacks with the belt
was
not nearly enough for a
DUI.” She tried to pull away, but he stayed firm and used one of his father’s
old tactics for when he and his brother had been reluctant to get punished.
“I’m going to count to 3. If you’re not over my lap by the time I’m done, the
belt comes back out.” He started to count.

She scrambled over his lap before he’d
even finished saying ‘one’.

“Good girl,” he gave her ten hard
smacks with his hand, watching her bruised, plump backside wriggle as his hand
connected each time. She managed to avoid screaming or crying, letting out only
short squeaks of pain as his hand connected. “Now that I have your attention,
we need to talk about us.”

She turned her head to glare at him. “Seems
like kind of a ridiculous time, don’t you think?”

She got a slap on the ass for her sarcasm.
“It’s the perfect time. I’ve been trying to talk to you all week, but the only
time I can really get you to listen to me is when I’m smacking your backside.”
He smacked her five more times, to drive home his point. “Were you only angry
because of Faith, or was there another reason you were avoiding me?”

She didn’t answer, so he gave her
another smack to prompt her response.

“It wasn’t just Faith.” Her voice was
small.

He slapped her rear again.

“I don’t like being told what to do and
I don’t like getting spanked.” She’d turned her head and was glaring at him
again. “I’m an adult.”

“You’re an adult who makes some
incredibly bad decisions. Someone needs to handle that.” He slapped her bottom
three more times.

She winced, but recovered. “It’s my
life,” she shot back.

That statement earned her another 10
smacks. “Yes, and you’re ruining it with your partying. Regardless of whether
you like it or not, it’s happening. Every single spanking I’ve given you has
been fully justified. If you agree to date me or not, regular discipline will
be part of your life as long as I’m it in.”

“Wait, you want to date me?” Alex
sniffed.

JT nearly laughed at her perplexed
statement. “Why is that a surprise?”

“I don’t know; I figured you just liked
fucking me and beating my ass. That doesn’t really make a relationship.”

He slapped her rear again. “Watch your
language sweetheart. I don’t want to soap out that pretty mouth again.”

“Which word, ‘fucking’ or ‘
ass’
?”

That earned her a flurry of whacks that
made her cry out in pain. “Don’t test me. I don’t want you saying either.” He
gave another hard smack. “And never refer to what we do as ‘fucking’ again. We
both know it was more than that.”

He watched Alex’s head move as she
nodded. “I know.”

“Good, I thought I was going to have to
beat that out of you.” He slapped her bottom. “I like you Alex. I like you a
lot. You’re sweet, you’re smart. You make me laugh. We have good chemistry.”

“You like the fact that you can spank
me whenever you get mad,” she added bitterly as she flinched.

“I’ll admit that I like spanking you,
Alex, but I also care about you. I’m not going to punish you for every little
thing, but when you earn it, I’m absolutely going to enjoy giving it to
you.”
 
He finished off her punishment
with a dozen more smacks. She whimpered during them, but didn’t wriggle or cry.
He allowed her to sit up and arranged her in his lap, enjoying the feel of her
naked curves.

She looked at him uncertainly. “Is the
punishment over yet?”

“Almost.”
He pressed
his lips to her ear. “I’m a traditional man, Alex. If we’re going to be
together, I expect you to listen to me. I only have your best interests at
heart. If the only thing barring you from being with me is the fact that I
discipline you, know that I would never punish you for anything that wasn’t a threat
to your well being.” He nudged her. “So, you think you’d be willing to give me
a shot?”

Her strange, beautiful eyes met his and
she smiled through her tears. “If my punishment can be over now, then yes.”

He chuckled. “The bad part is,
sweetheart.” He pushed his erection against her bottom. “Now’s the part where
you show me how sorry you are, remember?”

She frowned. “If you think I can have
sex right now, you’re crazy.”

“Your mouth seems to be working fine.” He
chuckled again at her surprised expression. He pressed his lips against hers,
grinning against her as she opened her mouth to his kiss. He pulled back when
he’d kissed her breathless. “And right now, I want you to use that beautiful
mouth to show me how well you can listen, understand?”
 

She nodded, looking a little bit dazed.

“Good.” He gave her another brief kiss
before giving her a small shove. “Now get on your knees.”

Her face registered her shock that he
was being so forceful with her. For a second, he thought she was going to
refuse, and wasn’t sure what he planned to do if she did.
 
Paddling her for refusing to give him a blow
job was out of the question. Then, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of
him.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his
swollen member mercifully free. He looked down at her and she was staring up at
him with wide eyes, as if she wasn’t sure what to do. After a minute, she
looked back down and moved her hand to his shaft.
 
Then, she took him into her mouth and he nearly
exploded. The sight of her obediently sucking him off was making him lose
control. He clenched his teeth and got himself under control, determined to not
make it that easy for her.

“
That’s right,” he ordered,
“take
it in nice and deep. Show me what a good girl you can be when you want
to.”

She obeyed, moving her mouth almost
completely up his shaft, talking him in so far, he was touching the back of her
throat. He groaned and rested a hand on the back of her head as she got into a
rhythm, her talented mouth sliding up and down his shaft, making him lose
control. After an embarrassingly short period, he felt the first wave of his
orgasm coming. He locked eyes with her as she sucked, his breath coming in
gasps.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth” he
informed her, “and you are going to show me how obedient you can be by swallowing
every last drop.”

He’d barely gotten the last sentence
out when his hot, steaming load spurted out of the tip of his cock and into her
mouth. Her eyes widened as she tried to gulp it all down. There was a lot, and
a bit dribbled out of the corner of her mouth before he finally stopped coming.