The Alexandra Series (37 page)

“Release yourself, Alexandra,” he said. Reggie’s soft tones came to me in the midst of my oblivion, and I woke long enough to realize that he was pulling out the plug and helping me from the table. “Careful now,” he added as a warning.

He left me to myself as I ran to the toilet, completed the process, and cleansed myself. When I was finished, I wanted to sink deep into some soft comforter and sleep for the remainder of the day. I thought it cruel that this was just the beginning of my night with him. How could we do anything more?

But, Reggie had promised, and he never reneged on promises.

After a few brief moments resting in a chair, I finally returned to his office feeling meek as a kitten. I wore the same underwear I’d had on before, however I’d donned a robe, feeling strangely modest at that moment.

Reggie looked up at me from his desk, as if he hardly recalled the punishment he’d just perpetrated on my body.

“Sit down,” he instructed, and I obeyed.

He eyed me silently for some minutes. I felt so completely relaxed he might have said we’d start all over again, and I wouldn’t have cared. I probably would have welcomed it.

“I’d like you to dress for tonight’s role play. You’ll find the clothes you need in the closet in the bath. There’ll be a limo to take you to Andrew’s home, and I think everything will be self explanatory from that point. My advice: be as compliant as you were just now. I gave you the gift of your personal pleasure, which I didn’t have to do; but I didn’t want you so ravenous with sexual need that you’d have ruined the evening ahead. I assure you, you won’t have the same pleasure you just had in Andrew’s house, but there’ll be much to pleasure in, if you view it with a sense of adventure. I mean, what more could you want Alexandra, a little exhibition, a lot of spanking, maybe some sex, and lots of submission? They’re all your favorite things. Endure, and I think you’ll have nearly completed your time with me.”

“Completed?” I queried.

“I said nearly,” he reminded me. “I could change my mind and choose to go on a lot longer. What you need to remember is your submission, what you often forget. Remember how much this pleases you, how after the ordeal you just went through, you look more beautiful than ever.”

I’d never heard Reggie more sincere, or more complimentary. I felt reassured by his lecture, yet at the same time, the elusive details of my next hours continued to have me on pins and needles, filled with anxiety.

At least for an instant, I could look with some gratitude at Reggie, realizing the wisdom of the choice I’d made to return to him. As often difficult as it was to comply with his stern unrelenting treatment, I was rediscovering myself, and for the first time I could gladly admit it.

Chapter Eight

The limo arrived at an attractive brick home some distance from the city. The light glowing inside would have welcomed me, if it hadn’t been for my trepidation, wondering what Reggie and his friends had planned for me this evening.

Reggie had me dressed in a blue and green plaid wool skirt and matching pullover sweater, making me into a school girl from the 1950’s. The skirt hit me mid-calf, while the sweater was tight enough to cling to my breasts so that my hard nipples showed through the soft fabric. My shoes were low heeled, my hair pulled back into a ponytail and fixed with a bow. It had been several years since I’d looked so prim and proper. While the outfit harkened to a bygone time, I remember wearing such silly clothes just five years before, before my initial stint with Reggie. Was it a coincidence that I was attired the way I used to dress? I’m sure it was designed to comply with the picture of innocent submissive that was appropriate for the spanking party, but I could also imagine Reggie’s dry wit finding this look a delicious revenge.

To my surprise, I was strangely uneasy wearing these modest clothes. They shouldn’t have bothered me, particularly if I was treating this evening as the adventure Reggie suggested, but nonetheless I’d be glad to be done with them when this night was over.

The oak front door was answered by a maid who politely invited me inside. Taking my coat, she led me into a living room where there were a dozen people milling about. Reggie was there. I noticed him immediately, especially because of the statuesque brunette that was clinging to his arm. She seemed a perfect complement to Reggie’s style with her sophisticated hair swept into a fashionable bun, and make-up that was applied to perfection. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, that conformed to the svelte curves of her body, only making her more attractive to the many men in the room. I had to admit, I was jealous seeing her on Reggie’s arm, wearing clothes I’d love to wear, while I, in my plaid skirt and sweater, looked like someone’s daughter just home from boarding school.

While I remained demurely standing at the doorway of the room, waiting to be noticed, I eyed Reggie’s date. She cut quite a stunning figure, drawing a good deal of attention from the other well dressed guests in the room. But I could hardly imagine this woman bowing to Reggie’s fierce sexual demands, even though I’ve never quite understood his complex sexual appetites.

“Miss Morgan!” a beaming man came rushing toward me.

I didn’t know him, but he certainly knew me.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, smiling at his kind face.

“I’m your host, Andrew Locke. I’m so glad you could come. Reggie’s told me a lot about you.” He had a significant gleam in his eye, as if we shared the same secret.

As if it was my choice,” I thought to myself.

“Thank you for having me, Mr. Locke,” I said graciously, with just a coy pout on my face, trying to assume that role Reggie seemed to have suggested for me this night. The older man was rather dashing for his age, though and I could well imagine, like the antique dealer, there might be quite a brutal disciplinarian behind his genteel and jovial manner.

“We’ll be having dinner shortly,” he informed me as he handed me a glass of wine.

There were several pairs of eyes scrutinizing me closely. Had these people any idea why I was there? Were they considering my odd attire, while they were dressed for an elegant dinner party? Or did they know exactly what my function was, and were they now trying to raise my skirt in their minds and imagine my naked ‘ready to spank’ bottom underneath?
This certainly is a curious adventure
, I thought to myself, while trying to remain open and light-hearted about the prospects for my evening.

As I stood alone in one corner of the room eyeing the other guests, Reggie and his girlfriend approached me.

“Good evening, Alex. I see you found everything you needed.”

“It looks that way,” I replied.

“Alex, this is Desiree. Desiree, Alexandra Morgan,” Reggie introduced us.

I nodded, seeing the woman’s curious expression as her eyes started at my hair, and traversed my body with one careful judgmental glance. Her arrogant attitude started to raise my hackles, though I knew better than to be jealous of any woman with Reggie. I didn’t want the man anyway. What was bothering me more was the way she looked at me with an amused stare. The wool clothes seemed to scratch me even more than they had earlier.

Any conversation we might have begun was quickly forgotten as the entire company was ushered into the dining room for dinner. Sitting down at the table, I was given a place of honor at Andrew Locke’s immediate right. There were seven other men besides Andrew, and three women besides myself at this soiree. I could have been comfortable at this party, but my distinctive attire and the purpose for my being there loomed heavily over me. I couldn’t forget for even an instant that I’d likely be punished right in front of these people, becoming little more than another treat to feast upon, no different than the veal and potatoes that appeared on my plate.

For a while, I managed to lose myself in the amiable conversation, when halfway through the entree, Mr. Locke turned to me during one significant lull and addressed me specifically. Everyone at the table heard his remark.

“I understand, Miss Morgan, that you enjoy being spanked?”

Immediately choking on a bit of my veal, I grabbed my glass to take a sip of water. By then, I could feel a blush rising on my cheeks. I don’t know why I was so caught off guard, but I certainly didn’t expect his question in the middle of a five course meal.

“You understand correctly,” I found myself answering with a polite smile, though I was feeling just a little put out. “And I suppose you like to spank female bottoms?” I added with a saucy snap to my voice, as if I was ready to spar with the man.

I could feel Reggie’s glare right away, though my host didn’t seem to be as bothered as the man who’d arranged my presence at this dinner. “I certainly do. And I’m glad you’ve agreed to be the subject of a little demonstration,” he went on.

I put both of my hands meekly in my lap, and flashed a naughty stare in the man’s direction, though I was hardly being humble. I liked the mockery of it, thinking that if I had to look like this silly school girl, I’d play it a little campy and accentuate the mischievous nature of my role. For the briefest instant my eyes flashed nastily in Reggie’s direction. Reggie flashed me a warning reproach.

“Oh, Mr. Locke, if it’s a school girl’s ass you need to whale upon, it’s a school girl’s ass you’ll have,” I said, starting to feel the full excitement of this game. “We’ll just be a naughty old man, and a naughty young school girl playing together, won’t we?”

Mr. Locke looked at me surprised by my boldness, and there were a few amazed ‘ahhhhhhs’ around the table as my cheeky manner was noted by the other guests.

I was just beginning to appreciate the possibilities of the moment, when I heard Reggie bark from the other end of the table, where his snapping eyes were fixed on me. “Andrew!”

“Yes, Reg?” our host replied, looking down the table at the aristocratic blond man.

“If everyone is willing, perhaps we should get on with the event at hand,” my dominant suggested. “I’d like to begin personally, if you don’t mind. Alexandra has appeared to forget herself tonight. She’s been warned about her arrogance. I’m afraid she’s even more deserving of a good punishment than even I thought she’d be.”

“By all means,” Andrew Locke said, pulling away from the table. He looked pleased with Reggie’s suggestion, and he eyed me sternly, feeling his sense of power over me take charge. “Miss Morgan.” He nodded at me.

All the formal pleasantries were dispensed with, and I was glad. I couldn’t stand to draw out the inevitable any longer. The god awful clothes were making me angry the way they forced me back to a time I’d just as soon forget. And there was that old prickly agitation of lust and fear combined that I so often had with Reggie in the past. With all this assaulting me again, I just as soon get on with the and get it over with!

At that instant, I really felt like the recalcitrant brat these people believed me to be. I could think of nothing more befitting than having my bottom paddled, and I was about to break out in some nasty vindictive tirade against them all, that would certainly have proven how much I really needed the punishment that was to follow. This whole thing was suppose to be an adventurous lark, but obviously it was hitting chords in me I hadn’t played in a long time.

I followed Reggie as he briskly retreated into the living room, and watched as he pulled a chair into the center and sat down. He and I were center stage, where everyone could easily witness what was about to happen.

“I thought we’d things handled this afternoon, Alexandra, when you were so willing to submit. But it seems that you need another lesson before we get on with other more pleasant things tonight.”

I could see he was furious with me, his eyes shooting daggers. Gone was the Reggie I was used to seeing, calm, efficient and in total control. I had no idea that my impudent comments at the table would infuriate him so much – not like it hadn’t happen before! For a second I thought he might just be putting on the anger for show, although it wasn’t like Reggie to do that. I was quite sure I’d pissed him off and the anger was real.

I didn’t have long to ponder the possibilities, since he quickly pulled me down over his lap with a grand flourish. Reaching down to the hem of my skirt, he drew the garment up to my waist and tucked it into the waistband. Framed by the pink of my garter belt and hose, my gleaming ass cheeks were naked for all to see, poised and ready for what I suspected would be a nasty assault. Frankly, I would have been happy if he’d stripped me of the horrid clothes altogether; but this was going to be a textbook spanking, nothing too raunchy, but nothing sweet either.

From out of nowhere a wooden spanking paddle appeared. I saw it from the corner of my eye as I stared up from my humbled position as the guests gathered a convenient distance around us.

Without any more preliminaries, Reggie brought the paddle down on my bottom, and I instantly howled loudly in reply to the first mean smack. It was for good reason, this was a no nonsense paddling from the beginning, and the sting was fierce. I kicked my legs to show my protest, as much out of anger as out of any pain—at least at the start. Whatever this mysterious ingredient of rage was, it was certainly fueling my fires. I fought Reggie’s control like I’d never fought it before, as the sharp smack smack of the paddle continued to wreak havoc on my flaming skin.

“You’d better watch yourself, Alexandra, if you keep up this nonsense,” he gave the stern warning. “I’ll go on forever, and then turn you over to someone else when I get tired.”