Page 102 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He was more than ready. What do you want, beautiful girl?

She gave him the same practiced smile she’d used on him the first night, but now with true warmth behind her eyes. I think I’ve been very good tonight… She shaped the signs sinuously and suggestively.

Dustin nodded, entranced. Were they starting things up again? Had Lena decided that enough time had passed? Desire pooled in his belly and flashed across his skin. Yes. You’ve been very good.

So maybe I deserve a spanking.

For a moment Dustin’s chest tightened. He could still see Alan’s tear-stained face, angry and betrayed. Even more, he remembered how Landon had pulled away, despondent under that brittle smile, when he’d given her subdrop and not known enough to help her.

Lena’s smile started to falter.

Now he felt nauseous instead of scared. Was he really going to turn her down because of his own insecurities, when he already knew how much she worried?

She wanted this. He wanted this. Lena had played much more roughly with others and they’d talked about it together several times. Now he just had to do it.

He put one hand over the warm fingers that still rested over his belt buckle and signed with the other hand. That’s right. Good girls deserve spankings.

Now he just needed to make sure that he didn’t screw this up.

Lena winked at him, eyes promising naughty things, and pulled at his belt buckle, drawing him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He’d almost forgotten, since he’d never seen it, that Lena was a switch. Not that she was dominating him, but she was certainly making sure that she got what she wanted.

In the bedroom, he wanted to ask questions, but he knew that he was just stalling. It was a spanking. He could hit as gently or harshly as he wanted to, and he would check after every slap.

Lena turned toward him, and she must have seen something on his face because she dropped the seductive pose. We don’t have to do this tonight. Or at all. It can be a limit for you.

He shook his head. No, I want to do it. My mind wants to, at any rate. I’m just nervous.

You’ll be perfect. And this isn’t a scene, just practice. She made a face. Maybe even a lesson.

Dustin laughed. It was OK to joke about now that she was his. She really did have a lot to teach him. You can give me lessons, as long as you’re still mine.

She darted in for a kiss. Here. Let me set things up, she told him confidently.

Dustin had been vaguely thinking about bending her over his lap or sitting on the bed while she stretched out across his legs. That was part of his fear, though, that he wouldn’t be able to see her responses.

However, Lena walked over to the low-backed wooden chair that he used mostly to drop clothing on when he was too lazy to put it away. Lena moved it across the room and positioned it in front of the bathroom door.

Then she grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it on the seat lengthwise, so that it was held in place by the bars that supported the wooden arms.

He couldn’t actually see how this would be useful, since the arms would clearly get in the way of having her lean over his lap. The only thing that might be helpful was the mirror affixed to the door, though the chair was facing the wrong way for… ahhh.

Dustin smiled when he finally figured it out.

Lena gestured at the mirror. Now you can see my face, my hands, and my bright red ass all at the same time.

He laughed, appreciating how easy and light she was making this. Nothing at all like their earlier lessons.

She knelt on the chair, facing the door, her dress softly framing her hips. She looked fuckable, the pose designed for only the naughtiest of purposes. Then she turned her head provocatively over her shoulder, hips twisting, in a shameless seduction.

He strode up behind her, loving the picture they made together when their eyes met in the mirror. He felt powerful. And honored.

He ran gentle hands down her back, following the curve of her dress and stroking over her ass, then drifting back up. He loved her firm muscles under the silky fabric. She arched her back against him, sinuous and obviously enjoying every minute of it.

The mirror was brilliant, because he could see everything. Her half-lidded eyes, her fingers clutching the back of the chair, the soft smile on her lips. Her relaxed was a good reminder that she’d probably been missing this as much as he was. Maybe they could—slowly—introduce some more play to their relationship.

He dragged his hands down her thighs to where the dress pooled at the inside of her knees, then pulled it up as his hands roved higher to leave it draped over her back. It put the little black panties he’d explored earlier on gorgeous display. He pulled them down, just enough to expose her ass cheeks, then stepped between her feet.