Lessons for Lexi (7 page)

JT shook his head and followed her,
getting
himself
comfortably seated before he looked at
her expectantly. Lexi let out a groan before she bent down and arranged herself
across his lap, feeling ridiculous. Her fingers were just brushing the rug and
she was glad her hair was hiding her face. Most of all, she was relieved that
her scars were hidden against his thighs. She stiffened when he put a hand on
her bottom, but he was only giving it a caress.

“I was planning on using a paddle on
you, but this is only your second spanking and you mark up pretty easily.” His
finger trailed down the center of her right butt cheek. “You also have my aunt’s
planning party tomorrow. So it looks like I’m going to have to get creative.”

“What the hell is that supposed to
mean?” Lexi muttered. She jumped as JT’s hand cracked against her backside.

“Language,” he reminded her
firmly.
 
“Trust me, after
tonight,
you’ll make sure there isn’t a pot plant within 20
miles of my home.” JT raised his hand and brought it down hard on her right
cheek. She let out a squeal that she quickly cut off by clenching her teeth.
She was determined that she was not going to beg or cry. She winced as a second
slap landed on her left cheek, but managed to keep quiet. Another smack
followed and another, and another. JT was alternating sides, working his way
down her bottom and across her upper thighs. With each strike, she squeezed her
eyes shut and tensed her body.

“Stop clenching your muscles,” JT told
her as he laid a hard slap across the center of her bottom. “You’ll bruise.”

“Like you fucking care,” she spat out
thickly.

He hit her again, in the same spot, but
harder. This time she couldn’t hold back her yelp.

“You’re already getting punished for
swearing later. Don’t compound it.” JT applied another hard smack and her whole
body rocked forward.

Lexi didn’t care. The fury that had
been missing from her last spanking had returned in full force during this one.
“What are you going to do? Fucking double spank me? Asshole,” she hissed, still
staring at the same spot on the rug. Suddenly, the blows stopped.

“Get up.”

Lexi went still. She doubted she was
getting up because her spanking was over. She pushed herself to a nervous stand
and watched JT warily. He stood as well and started to take off his belt. She
watched helplessly as it whipped through the loops of his pants. He folded it
in half and in the blink of an eye, had yanked her back down across his lap. She
was just opening her mouth to protest when the first lash of the belt landed.

She screamed instead and frantically
began tried to jerk away. JT grunted as he struggled to hold her still and the
belt landed again. The pain from his hand was horrible. The pain from the belt
was excruciating. It was like being hit with a whip of fire. The belt landed
across her backside a total of five times, and she screamed each time it
connected. She burst into tears on the last one, sobbing so hard her chest was
heaving. When her breathing slowed down, JT started to speak again.

“I’m going to let you calm down for a
minute. But when we get started again, let me make a few things clear. First,
you are allowed to cry and beg when I’m punishing you. I know you can’t help
that. You are not allowed to swear or talk back. Do you understand?”

Lexi nodded meekly.

“Second,” he leaned down to look at her
tear stained face, “the punishment can always get worse.” With that, he started
spanking her with his hand again, the belt now tossed aside. Lexi started
crying again as soon as her punishment started. He concentrated his efforts on
her sit spot, making sure she would have an incredibly uncomfortable day at the
planning party. Finally, it stopped and Lexi was a limp, whimpering heap with a
cherry red bottom.

JT’s voice was oddly husky. “You can get
up now, but absolutely no rubbing.”

She stood, her crying calmed. After a
while, she had run out of tears and she her throat was too sore to beg. She’d
stayed quiet and simply taken the punishment. She took another deep breath.

“Now it’s time to work on that swearing
problem.”

Lexi froze, realizing that her
punishment wasn’t over. She tried to pull away as he grabbed her wrist,
expecting to get pulled over his knee again. Instead, he started dragging her
down a short hallway into a large silver and black bathroom. She stood there
confused, trying to resist the urge to rub her throbbing bottom as JT bent down
and opened the cabinets under the sink. She watched as he reached in the back
and smiled as he pulled out a small, square package.

“You’re lucky that I always take guest
hotel soaps, otherwise we’d be doing this with liquid soap.” Her eyes went wide
as he stood while opening the small bar of soap. “Open your mouth.”

She clamped it shut instead.

“Do I need to use my belt again?”

Lexi’s eyes narrowed in fury, but she
reluctantly parted her lips, not wishing to go another round with JT’s belt. JT
chuckled as he shoved the bar into her mouth. Half of it was still hanging out
when he turned her around and pushed her back to the hallway. Lexi gagged as it
touched her tongue. It was bitter and the bar was quickly getting damp. Soon,
bubbles began to form and she let out a helpless groan as her tongue became
coated in the slimy bitter film. JT laughed as he pushed her into a corner near
the chair he’d spanked her in.

“Yeah, it’s pretty disgusting. I can
pretty much promise you after a couple of times of getting your mouth washed
out with soap, you will be much more careful about the words you use.” He
settled himself into a comfortable easy chair and turned to watch her. “Now get
that nose right up against the corner and get comfortable. You’re going to be
there a while.”

***

Twenty minutes, JT decided. She’d spend
minutes in the corner before he’d let her rinse and go to bed. His eyes ran
over her slender, but perfectly proportioned form. He let his eyes drop to the
heart shaped, and now Valentine colored backside he’d just beaten mercilessly
and he smiled. It was his fantasy, standing right in front of him. Of course,
it wasn’t his entire fantasy. When he finally let her out of the corner, he was
just sending her to bed. He wasn’t making her show him how sorry she was with
her sexy little mouth or that soft little slit between her legs. He shifted in
his chair, his cock getting increasingly annoying. He’d had a hard-on since
he’d called her on the phone and told her to meet him in the garage.
Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t have the second part of the
fantasy. He could only have the spanking part. He decided it would have to be
enough.

JT had decided that disciplining Alex,
while arousing, didn’t technically qualify as cheating because he was managing
his affairs. He would admit that it was a little untraditional, but the situation
was an unusual one. Of course, he kept telling himself that. The truth was,
since the first time he’d spanked Alex, it was all he could think about doing.
He’d told himself if the situation called for it, he’d allow himself to give
her one more, but after that, he would just have to send her packing. He was
sure that one more would get her out of his system.

But after the paddling he’d just given
her, there was no way he was letting her go anywhere.

His eyes stayed focused on her bottom.
She shifted in the corner and sniffed, her derrière wiggling enticingly.
 
He wanted to spank her again already.
Instead, he just watched her. For the most part, she stayed quiet.
Occasionally, she’d wriggle uncomfortably, or let out a whimper. Once she’d
looked back at him, lips clamped around the bar of soap, eyes beseeching, and
he’d gestured for her to turn back around. She did so with an unhappy moan.
When her time was almost up, he started to speak to her again.

“When I take the soap out, I expect an
apology. Following that, I want you to go rinse and go to bed. You can turn
around.” Alex turned around and JT had to resist the urge to laugh at her tear
stained, red, pouty face clamped around a bar of soap. He pulled on the edge
and she released it immediately.

“I’m sorry about the pot plants. I’ll
make sure they’re gone,” her voice was hoarse.
“And also
about the swearing.”
She kept her gaze focused on the floor as he led
her to the bathroom. The defiant, swearing Alex from earlier was gone. The red
bottomed, red faced Alex that had appeared after a very thorough punishment was
as docile as a kitten.

He watched as she rinsed her mouth
several times in the sink before washing her face. His eyes wandered over her
body, and again he found himself wondering about the scars on her stomach. They
made him feel oddly protective. Then, after rinsing her mouth for the millionth
time, she turned towards him and he was confronted with the full view of her
nudity. She didn’t completely shave her pussy. She shaved her inner folds. He’d
noticed when he was punishing her. But she also left a little strip down the
front. His cock throbbed painfully as he blatantly focused on the cleft between
her legs. Without hair, she looked bare and vulnerable. The predator in him
growled to life, ready to pounce.

She shifted on her feet, looking
uncomfortable with how he was staring at her. “May I have something to wear?”

JT’s eyes raked over her again, taking
in her soft lips and her full, perky breasts. She was a little on the thin
side. He could see a vague outline of her ribcage, but she was beautiful and he
was going to enjoy it. His eyes dropped to the cleft between her legs again.
All of it.
Right then, staring at her naked, defenseless
body JT knew he wasn’t stopping at half the fantasy. Tonight, they would play
out the whole thing.
 
“No.”

Alex froze. She crossed her arms over
herself and her eyes got glassy. “JT, please, you’ve humiliated me enough. I get
it. I learned my lesson. I’m sorry ok?”

“No,” JT said again. Alex’s eyes
widened as he stepped into the room. She flinched back, but his hand whipped
out lightening fast, catching her wrist before she could flee and yanking her
against him. Alex gasped as he wrapped his arms around her naked curves. He
pressed her sore bottom into the vanity behind her, causing a shriek of pain.
That shriek of pain turned to a moan as he mashed the bulge in his pants
against her bare vagina, the material of his slacks the only thing keeping him
from slamming the hot, swollen length of him into her. His twisted his hand in
her surprisingly silky hair and forced her face to his. “Now you’re going to
show me how sorry you are.”

He mashed his mouth down onto hers,
sucking in her cry of alarm and pushed his tongue past her surprised, parted
lips. He continued to gyrate his hardened cock against her clit and Alex let
out little half moans of desire and
protest
as his
assault on her mouth continued. JT managed to rip his mouth away for a second
and his thrusting against her stopped. They were both gasping and Alex’s eyes
were wide and surprised. JT reached down and slid his index finger down her
labia. Alex gasped as he slipped it past her lower lips and began rubbing her
clit.

“You’re already wet,” he whispered
against her ear as he started to rub the sensitive nub. He continued to
expertly stoke it, making her tremble.
“If fact too wet for
it to be recent.”
Alex shuddered as he ran his tongue over her ear and
sped up his finger. “Alex, did your pussy get wet while I was paddling you?”

Alex’s face immediately flooded bright
red, “N-n-no,” she stammered out. His finger was drawing little circles around
her clit. She squirmed against his hand, desperate for release.

“Lies will get your mouth washed out as
easily as swears,” he whispered as he started to rub her with his whole hand.
“I think you liked it.”

Alex shook her head vehemently, her
breath coming in gasps as JT continued to rub her to orgasm. “
Nooo
,” she moaned as she bucked against his hand.

He eased a finger inside her, grinning
at the walls of her vagina clung to him. His Alex was tiny everywhere. He was
going to have to get her sopping wet if he was going to fit comfortably inside
her. He looked forward to the challenge. He was also thrilled with the
development of her getting a little wet while she was getting punished. “I
think you did. I don’t think you like the pain or the embarrassment. I think
you like a man taking you in hand.” She let out a cry of pleasure as he slid
another finger inside her. “I think you even know why you like it.” He started
to move his fingers.

Alex shook her head negatively, denying
his accusation.

JT slowed the fingering down. “I’m not
going to let you cum until you tell the truth Alex.” He withdrew his fingers
and she surged against his hand. “Why do you like it when I beat your naughty
ass?”

Alex clenched her thighs, her
desperation coming out in little sighs. She was inches away from orgasm, but JT
refused to take her over the edge.
“Because I need it.”
She finally ground out urgently as she gyrated against his hand.

“That’s right, because you need it.” He
started fingering her again, his index and middle fingers sliding back inside
of her. He pushed them in and jerked them back out. “And I’m going to give it
to you.” He was fucking her with his fingers and she rubbed against his palm,
the first moans of her orgasm starting.
“As often, and for as
long as I want.”
With a final, almost animal cry, Alex arched her back
and exploded around his fingers. Her muscles
spasmed
,
gripping him tight, making him marvel about how good she felt, how impossibly
tight. How perfect she would feel clenched around his cock. As she came down,
she was gasping, her eyes dazed.