The Alexandra Series

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  “It would be your revenge,” I said. “I left haughty and disdainful of your inadequacy, I return humbled. You can gloat over my inadequacies this time.”

  Reggie smiled, though not at all nastily. That would certainly come later. “You do need to be punished,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “Like the spoiled little bitch princess that you are, is that right?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “If I do this, you know I won’t be easy on you?”

  “I understand that.”

  “You’ll have to curb that nasty tongue of yours and submit. You think you can do that? It would appear you’ve had three years practicing how to rip off a man’s balls.”

  “Reggie, you’re being cruel.”

  “I’m being honest.”

  “I’ll do whatever I need to do, Reggie, I’m desperate.”

  “I hope the end result will be worth your trouble, Alex. Will may not care what you do. And you know damned well I’ll demand things of you you’ll find hard to endure.”

  “I wouldn’t expect less. If this is going to work at all, if this is penance I’m paying, Will would demand something very thorough.”

  Reggie nodded. “So will you tell him?” Reggie asked.

  “I suppose you should. He doesn’t even want to talk to me.”

  “Chicken’s way out,” he mused.

  “So will you do this for me?” I asked directly.

  He pursed his lips, tapped his fingers together while I waited for an answer. “Perhaps,” was all he said.

  I hated the way he was making me sweat.

  “You can tell me no more than that?” I asked.

  “Maybe I need to test you, see how sincere you are.” He delighted in stringing me along. I’m sure there were some very nasty thoughts galloping through his brain. I had a feeling I’d feel the effects very shortly.

  Reggie stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, and leaned back against it, looking directly at me with a stare I remember well. Held transfixed by his stunning manner, I sat there wondering what he was thinking. With his arms crossed in front of him, I know he was considering the next move.

  “Alexandra, there’s a leather paddle in the cabinet against that far wall,” he nodded to the enormous credenza behind me. “Go get it.”

  I felt awkward getting up, the way he just stared at me. I managed to make it to the cabinet, finding inside the paddle he wanted hanging conveniently on a hook. It had been a long time since leather had connected with my posterior, and feeling the implement was a perfectly delicious experience. I imagined that this paddle would hurt like hell, though I’d never had anything quite like this applied to my backside. Reggie’s punishments in the past had always been of a different nature, applied with an inventive twist, no two alike. What I was asking for, and what I was apparently getting would be more common and ritualized, like the punishment I’d experienced over Keith’s lap. At least that’s what I thought.

  Handing the paddle to Reggie when I returned, I watched intently the way he held it, the way his hand grasped the heavy leather handle. He had remarkably handsome, powerful looking hands, with just a trace of blond hair on the surface. The picture I saw in front of me was severe; the image of his hand and that leather together would make an indelible imprint on my mind that would last long after this moment.

  “I’ve never spanked you, have I?” Reggie mused aloud.

  “No.”

  “Then it will be a treat for both of us.”

  I smiled meekly, not sure how much of a treat this would really be for me.

  The phone buzzed loudly, interrupting the tense moment. Laying the paddle on the end of his desk, Reggie turned around and answered it. A brief conversation ensued, filled with ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s’ and a final “I’ll be right there.”

  “Sorry Alex, I’m going to have to take care of a matter that can’t wait.” Without another word, he left the office, with me sitting staring at the paddle as it lay in front of me.

  I had time then to breathe a sigh of relief, though I didn’t doubt he’d be back soon to fulfill the order of the moment.

  Being back in his presence was not as horrible as I imagined it would be. Perhaps I’d created a horror story in my head as the time passed between the present and those months we had together. He was still the charming, arrogant, dominant man I was so wildly attracted to, for the way he was able to draw from me desire that I found so difficult to express. And now he was working his magic again.

  Certainly I’d know this time not to fall in love with him. That kind of response was a silly school girl fantasy that I would not succumb to again. And yet, the idea of being under Reggie’s dominant command once more was exciting me as it had always been. It was even making me wonder where in all this mess Will would be. Wasn’t it for him I was doing it?

  Reggie returned to his office with a self absorbed expression on his face. His aspect was curt to the point of being brusque, even rude.

  “Stand up, Alexandra,” he ordered.

  I complied, and found him quickly taking the paddle from his desk and sitting down where I had sat. On the edge of his seat, he pulled me to his side and then over this lap. It all happened so quickly, I wouldn’t appreciate until afterwards the breathtaking intimacy of the position. Oh yes, I’d been over Keith’s lap, but this was something quite different. Reggie was disciplining me for something real, not some imagined thing. He was stern, gruff and seemed genuinely pissed off at me for being unfaithful to his friend Will. Maybe a little bit of morality was peeking out from this typically amoral man.

  “I don’t know whether you’ll thank me or curse me; but you will pay very dearly for your artful deceit. I can imagine the agony you’ve caused Will. We’ll take it out of your ass stroke by stroke by stroke.”

  He pulled up on the hem of my tight skirt, tugging at it until it was bunched around my waist. I was wearing a garter belt, stockings and nothing more. I figured that it would please him to have a well prepared bottom with no underwear to obstruct the application of a punishment; but if Reggie was at all pleased, he certainly didn’t indicate that.

  He was all business. The leather paddle came down on my bottom with a ruthless half dozen smacks. The crack against my flesh was loud, but at least the first smacks of the leather were not painful. In fact, I should say they were warming, sending a lovely wicked feeling through my bottom side. I was instantly grinding my hips against his lap, but that was soon to stop.

  Reggie paddled my bottom with the leather striking at all kinds of odd intervals. Unlike Keith who was so methodical and steady, Reggie laid the punishment on, first in short blasts with the leather literally peppering my ass with quick shots, then with a longer, slower, but infinitely harsher impact.

  At first the leather felt good against my rear; it was a much more satisfying feeling than the stinging hairbrush Keith had used. Yet once Reggie had covered my bottom several times, it didn’t seem to matter what he was using to punish me, the pain was so intense, there was no way to imagine that this was some sexual turn-on. I constantly murmured my protests; though I knew very well Reggie would ignore them. And yet, this seemed my only recourse. The ‘oh nos’ and ‘please stops’ pouring from my mouth were the only way I could endure the pain, which was quickly becoming unbearable.

  The longer he went on, the more I wiggled against him. I was surprised by the sheer strength of the man, never having tested it before. His lap was like granite, and the arm fixed around my waist made the position I was in immovable.

  “Oh Reggie, please!” I finally pleaded with him, thinking he never would end this. I wasn’t even considering that I might be heard outside his office—the embarrassment of that would come later.

  “Alexandra, my dear,” he said, stopping for just a moment. “You’re creating your own torment, the more you struggle with this, the longer I’ll go on.”

  “Oh, please, you don’t mean that?”

  I thought he
would laugh at that statement, he was probably smiling to himself. And he certainly wasn’t finished. The welcome pause was followed by a renewed zeal, Reggie laying the leather paddle against my sore ass again and again. He seemed to be determined to take me to some limit; and only he knew what that was.

  Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was only right to yield. Perhaps he was even waiting for that. Once giving in to the pain, it didn’t seem as fierce anymore, even though he continued smacking my blistered bottom again and again. Maybe he lightened because he felt me surrender, or maybe I just didn’t find it as painful anymore. But finally succumbing to him, with any thoughts of full-fledged mutiny vanished, Reggie ended at last.

  When he pushed me from his lap, I was disheartened. I was hoping for some kind of tenderness; but I should have known, that was nearly impossible from Reggie. He’d never been one for sweet nothings and nurturing attention at such moments.

  “It seems you’re in need of a good deal of retraining, my dear Alexandra.”

  I looked down at his severe expression, feeling rather guilty for the way I’d handled myself, when it was me that had started this whole thing. He was quite right.

  “If you don’t surrender yourself any better than this, you’re in for one very long correction.”

  He was genuinely angry with me, and that made me doubly embarrassed. This was certainly not what I’d intended to do, but I wasn’t given the opportunity to discuss it further.

  Reggie quickly rose from the chair. “I have to go, and so will you. If I decide to help you take care of your predicament, I’ll call you. But don’t hold your breath, I may not call at all.”

  “You don’t mean that?” I queried, now very worried that I had blown this chance with him.

  “It all seems rather tedious, my dear, I’m not sure that taking you in hand will do anything for me. You’ll just have to hope I’ll find some reason to enjoy the punishment you suggest. Now get on, I have places to go.”

  I was unceremoniously dismissed. All the while I found myself pushed back in time to when we’d been together before, when he was haughty and arrogant, giving me mere flashes of himself, always making me feel extraordinarily submissive to his designs and his inexplicable needs.

  I left the office, walking through the reception area to see his young blonde secretary staring at me. I could sense she’d heard the sounds of my woe rising from Reggie’s office. I expected her to snicker, even just a little, but she didn’t. Instead the young secretary smiled.

  “Is there anything I can get for you?” she said smiling.

  “No, nothing,” I stammered.

  “If it helps at all, you know, you’re not alone,” she said kindly.

  Looking at her face I could see that. She’d been over Reggie’s lap, or at least over a desk at some time. I could see the fact written distinctly on her face.

  Reggie made me wait. He made me sweat out the next week, wondering all the while if he would call me back and begin the lengthy punishment necessary to please Will’s sense of justice. I couldn’t be certain, but I really believed that he was bluffing me, when he suggested that the task would be tedious. This was Reggie’s life, his fire. Being dominant to a submissive woman was what drove him. It was what fired any real lust that he had. I couldn’t imagine that he’d decide I was too ‘far gone’ to help anymore. He knew that he could find all kinds of triumph in the attempt, and could still throw me out on my ear if I became too difficult to deal with.

  I thought about the possibilities incessantly. I obsessed on what he might have in mind for me on subsequent sessions. I knew that he would be inventive, dramatic and very severe. That was what made being under Reggie’s domination such exquisite torment. For all the horrors of it, for all the possible pain, there was a delicious mental torture that was fascinating and erotic. I masturbated a dozen times to thoughts of him, my mind filled with possibilities.

  Nine days after our meeting Reggie finally called and ordered me to meet with him again. Chapter Three

  Two days after his call, I sat in Reggie’s office as I had nearly two weeks before. This time, he was out when I arrived at the appointed time. His secretary was rather vague about where he was, and when he’d return, so I remained anxiously waiting for him to arrive.

  When Reggie finally entered the room, I was so nervous I could hardly talk; although Reggie saved me from my travail, changing the mood entirely to one much more upbeat that I envisioned.

  “Have you had lunch?” he asked.

  “No,” I said a little bewildered. He took my breath away seeing him dressed in the formal black suit, neat as pin, nothing out of place on this impeccable man. Reggie never had a problem commanding a certain power, but in these clothes it was even more formidable. I felt rather slutty dressed in a short clinging dress. But since he asked me to dress this way, I guess he was pleased; though he didn’t say so.

  “Let’s go then,” he said. Taking me by the hand, he led me through the building, downstairs to his limousine. I was thankful for the quick change, as it gave me a little welcome breathing room. On our ride to the restaurant, I was put at ease by the casual conversation, not a single mention of Will, the punishment, his final decision, or anything else I’d been worrying about over the last couple of weeks.

  The limo stopped at a quaint ‘hole in the wall’ cafe where we dined on the balcony, in the front window looking out on the street below.

  Halfway through my spinach soufflé, Reggie’s deep blue eyes caught mine, and I was instantly transported back into my submissive pose by a haughty cold stare that hadn’t been there before.

  “Are you wearing underwear?” he asked.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Raise your skirt and sit on your bare ass,” he ordered me.

  This was a command I should have expected, though in the midst of a genteel lunch, it startled me. I obeyed nonetheless, knowing it was just another test like many others I had endured under his training.

  Thankfully, my dress was not so tight that I’d be sitting with it bunched at my waist in order to have my bottom bared on the wooden seat. The short A-line had to be hiked a bit, modest enough to suit me and have the effect Reggie intended. I understood what he was after – a protocol established that would remind me that my bottom was clearly the focus of this meeting.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he began, after a long silence. He spoke in the same stern voice, his eyes not wavering from mine even for an instant. “As much as this comes at a busy time, I’ll take your chastisement as a project. That is, as long as I can expect your compliance to the letter. Any wavering or disobedience and it’s over. I don’t have time to waste on a tentative novice. You should be far beyond that, despite your apparent relapse. You understand?”

  “I do.”

  “So, when I want you, you make arrangements, no questions, no hesitation.”

  “I understand.”

  “I’ll likely do most of this on a whim, when I fancy it, not according to any specific plan.”

  I nodded, knowing that Reggie was creature of his whims, even if on the surface he appeared very calculating. The casual conversation over, Reggie’s reign over me began.

  “Have you talked to Will?” I ventured, when we were nearly finished. The question had been burning in my mind for days.

  “No,” he stated flatly. I knew he was telling the truth, and for that I was disappointed. “If you think I’m going to strike some deal for you with Will, that won’t happen. You’re on your own with him. Tell him what you’re doing, recount to him the details of your sessions, and then I suppose you’ll have to let him decide if this is just penance for your crimes. Frankly, Alex, I’d be surprised if he does take you back. I certainly wouldn’t.”

  “You’re not Will,” I said emphatically.

  “No, I’m not. I’ve tried to be like Will,” Reggie admitted. “But I suppose it’s my fatal flaw, I can’t be that nice to any woman.”

  I wouldn’t tell him so, but I agr
eed wholeheartedly with his assessment of himself.

  He looked at me rather intently, quizzically, as if he was really taking time to consider my relationship with my ex-lover. “You know my dear, I don’t think you appreciate what sacrifices Will made when he first brought you to me four years ago. Now, to have nothing to show for it, I think it would be frustrating, infuriating.” He shook his head in a gesture of empathy.

  “I’ll have to let Will decide that,” I said.

  “At least you know what you need. A lot of women would never subject themselves to the kind of agony you’ll go through.”

  “Many women don’t know what they need,” I offered.

  “And isn’t that the problem with you? You found out what you need, what your heart and libido and mind desire, and then you immediately turned your back on it.” His statement was accusatory, delivered with a degree of irritation I wasn’t used to from him.

  “Do you think you failed Will?” I asked.

  He chuckled. “I know where you’re leading, but it’s not even a feasible line of questioning. If I’m annoyed by you, it’s because you fail to appreciate your own desires. I’m hardly going to take any responsibility for your failures.”

  “Perhaps it was stupid to suggest that,” I admitted.

  “It was,” he said.

  Moments later, we were back in the limo speeding away through the city, though obscure streets, through the financial district on our way toward the old manufacturing district. Though I was wondering where we were going, it became apparent that a destination was not the point of our drive.

  We sat in facing seats, so we could look easily at each other. I waited while Reggie stared at me from head to toe, a position that was not unfamiliar with him. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. I had automatically raised my skirt when I sat down in the seat, assuming that was what he would want. But it was soon evident that he had something altogether different in mind than what I imagined.

  “On the floor,” he announced. As surprised as I was by the command, I complied. On hands and knees in front of him, I waited for more.