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“You want to explain more. I chose those clothes to suit Mr. Locke and his old-fashioned ideas of spanking naughty women. Certainly you understand that?”
“Yes, I do,” I admitted.
“Well?”
“I think this has something to do with identifying too much with the ‘old’ Alex,” I suggested, knowing right away that I’d hit the nail on the head. I hated the woman I used to be, and I didn’t like any reminder that she was still a part of me.
I could see a positive response to my explanation register on Reggie’s face, but he wasn’t about to sit and counsel with me. “Alex, it’s not my intention to beat your ass into oblivion to make you behave, and I don’t really care about your personal woes concerning how these clothes make you feel. What you need to do right now is turn yourself into a compliant demure little school girl, and go out and give these men one fine show. That’s all I ask, nothing more. You figure out what this means later. You understand me?” he said.
Just this much break in the action and a little bit of self awareness allowed me to cool down so I was no longer filled with wild rage.
“I understand,” I replied, feeling rather foolish for making such a scene in the first place.
“Good."
All the while my skirt remained tucked at my waist, my well reddened ass end hanging out. It should have embarrassed me, but I’d been too consumed with myself to even think about it until we were ready to leave the room. At that moment, Reggie thought about it too.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I complied.
With the paddle still in hand it was easy for him to give my bottom several more sharp stinging smacks, and though I wiggled and squirmed just a little, my out of control protest was over.
“I should take you out there and blister your bottom for another fifteen minutes,” he said, “but I’ll let your audience have a whack at you, and you’ll answer to me later. Just behave yourself, because I won’t hesitate to start again myself. And you don’t want that!”
I took his warning seriously, and giving me one last whack, he sent me on my way.
When we returned to the living room, I was presented to Mr. Locke with the paddle in hand. “She’s all yours,” Reggie said. “As you can see, she could use a whole night of spanking.” With that, Reggie returned to his girlfriend and I was now Mr. Locke’s to punish.
The man smiled at me kindly, but I knew that was only a ruse. He was anxious and waiting to paddle my bottom, and I’m sure that my unfortunate bauble had just made him more enthused about the prospects of laying the implement on my burning cheeks. Sitting down in the same chair that Reggie had vacated, he pulled me over his lap and gazed at my pink cheeks for some time. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could sense he planned to enjoy every minute of this spanking from a connoisseur’s point of view.
First, laying one hand on my bottom, he massaged my sore cheeks very lightly. Despite myself, I found a certain pleasure in this, even with a man I didn’t know and certainly didn’t care about. I guess I just couldn’t help the fact that spanking in its purest sense turned me on. Moments later, however, the eager man was whacking at my bottom with a sure and determined stroke of the paddle. I think I must have been a little numb from the previous spanking, because it certainly didn’t have the sting of the earlier one. I imagine too that Andrew Locke was a lot less fierce and purposeful than Reggie, whose anger-fueled assault had been to teach me a very pointed lesson.
Andrew Locke was considerate enough to pause after every few smacks and allow my bottom to recuperate. That only made the spanking more erotically arousing. I was almost a little disappointed when he finally pushed me off his lap and sent me to the corner to display my bottom for the gathered crowd.
“I think everyone should get a chance to see this fine crimson up close,” he said as he pushed me on my way. “But don’t think you’re done, young lady. We have a lot more spankers to be satisfied tonight.”
I had the feeling that I’d get a chance to go over all their laps before the night was over, but at least for the moment I was grateful for a break, even if I did have to expose my rear in this humiliating way.
Resigned to my fate, I knew that despite the clothes, and Reggie’s threats, I’d get through the night—and maybe it wasn’t so bad as I thought given the erotic charge that was all too obvious. On my way to the corner however, I happened to glance at the doorway of the living room, and I instantly froze on the spot. To my horror, surprise, delight and complete bewilderment, there was Will. His handsome eyes were gazing at me with the strangest far off look I’ve ever seen, his unexpected appearance leaving me dazed and unable to move.
While I stared at my ex-lover’s impassive face, I could hear the sound of Reggie’s Desiree squealing in the background, something about how she wanted to be spanked too.
“Alexandra!” Andrew Locke snapped me to attention. “To the corner,” he ordered. “And don’t go pleading for sympathy,” he added, as if he knew that my resolve to complete this phase of my grand punishment was suddenly threatened.
Moving on obediently, I stood submissively facing the wall like a little kid, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest, my desire running rampant, my mind unable to make sense of this whole thing. Why had he come? Had Reggie prompted him? He must have, how else would he know? And just standing there, so completely emotionless, I wished there’d been some hint of his feelings, but there was none. What was this suppose to mean in the scheme of things? Did he still care about me, or was he just checking to really see if I was doing all the nasty things Reggie might have told him about?
My mind was a confusing mess of thoughts as I half listened to Desiree’s coos and squeals. I heard some man’s hand come down on her bottom and wished I could see the scene myself, although I didn’t dare look. I could tell by her cries that this was a playful paddling, the smacks hardly more than love taps. I even detected the erotic passion in her voice, and wondered how Reggie would be feasting on her body tonight. When the happy Desiree was finally finished with her ‘ordeal’, I waited expectantly, thinking how much I wanted another glimpse of Will, at the very least. A moment to speak to him would be even better.
“Miss Morgan,” I was at last called
from the corner. “There are some gentlemen that would like the pleasure of your ass end,” Andrew informed me.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, as I turned back around.
And from there, the spanking commenced. I had trips over two more laps before I was allowed a break. I have to admit that I focused very little on these gentle spankings. I was thinking of Will the whole time. Breezing through both brief sessions, I couldn’t wait until they were over so that I could find him.
After the second spanking, I was allowed to retreat to the bathroom for a rest, while I promised to return for yet another paddling by yet another anxious spanker.
