The Alexandra Series

by Lizbeth Dusseau

It took me some time to speak. “Is this really necessary?”

  “Nothing is necessary, but this suits me, and you’ll find it an unforgettable experience.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” I said, as the fear that had begun moments before was clawing at me with harsh penetrating fingers.

  “You don’t need to say anything. Just be the sweet gentle submissive you are. Follow my instructions carefully and I’ll take care of everything.” He let me think about that for a minute, and then briskly grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet. “Let’s get started. My private bath is through that door. Strip to your underclothes, and I’ll join you in a few minutes.” He shoved me toward the other side of the room, then went back to his desk.

  The few minutes wait stretched to at least a half hour. I heard his phone ring several times, and though I couldn’t hear his voice since the door was closed, I suspected that he was trying to conduct business while he was in the process of punishing me.

  While I waited in his bathroom, I had plenty of time to get a grip on the activity that he had planned. I knew what an enema meant. I even knew that if he was planning to take my ass tonight, or someone was, that it might be an appropriate prelude. But a punishment enema? The details of that act were fuzzy in my mind as I contemplated exactly what he might mean.

  I undressed as he instructed, down to my pink lace garter belt, stockings and bra. And then, because I was a little chilly waiting, I grabbed a terry cloth robe that was conveniently hanging on the wall. Still hearing Reggie on the phone outside the bathroom, I sat down in a lounge chair that was one of the many amenities of the bathroom. The room reminded me of an elegant spa, with a massage table, two marble sinks, a deep whirlpool tub, a shower, commode and bidet, all graciously arranged amidst potted plants, and a few pieces of well chosen furniture that looked as if it belonged in a wealthy woman’s boudoir. There was Italian tile on the floor and thick plush rugs that matched the blue towels hanging about the room.

  At the very least, I’d have this unusual punishment in the comfort of sumptuous surroundings, though I hardly thought that would make it any easier.

  When Reggie finally flew into the bath, he pulled me from my nervous reverie, taking charge of me in a second with a purposeful look.

  I stood up without being told to do so, and he immediately came to me, undoing the tie on the robe. While he stared at me with his cold blue eyes, he pulled the robe away and let it fall on to the floor. I was shivering, suddenly feeling very cold and very exposed.

  “Nice to see you dressed for the occasion,” he remarked, seeing my underwear, though he wasn’t wasting much time with erotic small talk. “I need to you lie face down on the massage table,” he instructed me. “Better yet, raise your ass, I think the insertion will be easier.”

  I followed his instruction, climbing to the top of the cloth covered table, and almost reverently bowed my head to the firm surface, while tucking my knees up under me. My rear was clearly be the focus of his attention, as it swayed ever so slightly in the cool air.

  He put his hand on my bottom and gently stroked the skin. The effects of my other punishments might well have shown on my flesh as little lingering marks, but if he took notice of them at all, he didn’t say so. His fingers began a gentle exploration of my bottom and the crack of my ass. Without saying a word, he worked the cleft so I was naturally opening my legs wider to accommodate his probing hand. His gentle invasion was feeling very good to me and I didn’t want him to stop.

  “I’ve punished you here so many ways,” he finally spoke. “I think perhaps the humiliation of this brand of submission might serve a useful purpose, don’t you?”

  I didn’t reply, not knowing if the question was rhetorical or not. It wasn’t. He pulled his hand free and slapped my ass. “I want a reply, Alexandra!”

  “Yes sir,” I agreed, for the sake of agreeing.

  “Perhaps we should have Will here personally to see what depths you’ll really go to?” he considered.

  “Yes,” I gave him a breathy response, as his hand returned to its probing. Without thinking, my ass was grinding against his fingers, hoping they would go deeper yet.

  “A long shot of water down here and your belly will feel like exploding. You’ll hold it in for a long time just to remember who’s in charge in this game. I almost thought we could make a public spectacle of it at the party, but I decided that just the memory of this while you’re serving the needs of the men tonight will likely do enough to ensure your obedience.”

  I could just imagine a dozen eyes viewing me like this right now, and I didn’t like the thought. It was enough that Reggie was doing it in the inner sanctum of his private office.

  “You’ve really been quite a little bitch,” he advised me. “You have this innate haughtiness that seems to get the better of you. It certainly worked against you with Will. Too bad I hadn’t seen the possibility before. The very idea of lying to him the way you did. I find it hard to believe that you, of all people, would be so deceitful. It wouldn’t seem to be in your nature, but then maybe you’re not the innocent sexual lamb that you pretended to be with me on this personal quest to find your sexual truth. I’m not sure you really wanted to see what was inside you after all.

  “It really amazes me every time I think about it. I read you well when I had you before. I just didn’t go far enough.” His fingers probed even deeper into my rear end, punctuated occasionally by sharp slaps of his other hand. If I hadn’t been the model submissive in the past, I certainly was at that moment. Reggie was getting me right where I was pleasured the most, his words, his physical play and the impending event, all tapping in me deep desires I’d so long avoided. It seemed that every time I was with him now, he was finding new barriers for me to breach.

  “Let’s make this a thorough cleansing, physically and morally,” he continued on, even as his hands continued to probe and slap and knead my flesh. “We’ll just flush out all the haughtiness, and deceit, and willful disregard to your nature. Remind you that your true desires lie in submission. Is that fair, you think?”

  “Yes, sir,” I answered.

  Reggie withdrew his hand and moved to the cabinets by the sink, where he found the equipment he needed. I turned my head away, not willing to look at his preparations, though I could hear the sound of water running and the clanging of metal.

  When I found him at my side again, he’d fixed a bag of water to a rod that pulled away from the massage table, and clicked it into place above me. I turned my head back to see the swelling rubber bag hanging behind and over my rear end. I closed my eyes when I saw the shiny metal vented probe that would deliver the gift he’d prepared.

  He massaged me again, his hand greasing my sphincter once with a cold liquid. However, it was not nearly as cold as the feel of that metal piece entering my anus with a firm and certain shove.

  “Just to wash away all your lies and deceit. To make you an honest woman, Alexandra,” he said. “Think how much you hurt the man that loves you more than you deserve. This is a lesson in humility.”

  I remained eyes closed, feeling the implant in my body. Seconds later, a bath of warm water flooded quickly into my rear. I imagined it quick, though Reggie’s words assured me otherwise.

  “This will take a few minutes, you’d do well in that silence of yours to appreciate what this means.” The water continued, I have no idea how much; but as the warmth surged into my belly, I found the entire humiliation so arousing, I could hardly stand not to play with my clitoris, which was itself swelling as if it was being filled, too.

  As Reggie let the bag drain into my rear, his hands began to massage me with the most tender touch I think I’d ever had from him. He had one hand at my abdomen and the other at my cleft attending the probe.

  “Hold in,” he instructed me, as he finally withdrew the metal piece. I was careful not to expel what was already pressing on my sphincter and begging for release. Thankfully, Reggie quickly replaced the nozzle with an anal plu
g that ensured that none of the fluid would escape. I felt incredibly full, and shamelessly, my rear was beginning to sway in response to the raw feelings that were moving swiftly through me.

  “See, I told you, you’d like this, my dear. Goes deep, doesn’t it? You have such a natural capacity for humiliation, so without restraint when you admit it.” My squirming like a brazen slut just proved his point.

  He began to spank me, hard stinging smacks, each one jostling the liquid in my belly and ramping up the pressure to release. The physical sensations were strange and painful, and I was soon gasping under the strain. I’d never felt anything like this before.

  “I can’t stand it!” I protested.

  “Oh yes, you can,” he countered with a firmness that suggested I’d better not protest further. I knew he was testing my ability to endure, seeing just how far I could go. I was quick to assume I couldn’t bear his wicked designs, but I always did, and he knew this. Despite my worries, I had the feeling that I’d bear this, too.

  His hand kept coming down on my bottom as he alternated the spanking, moving from cheek to cheek, giving me the nastiest sensations I’d ever felt.

  Dammit, he was right. I was loving it! What a shameless woman he’d made of me.

  As the spanking continued, I struggled to handle the twin pains, the pressure in my full abdomen, and the mounting pain on my bottom. There was so much sensation to absorb, so much to relinquish, the least of which was the fact that this had sent my sexual fires to raging heights. The more he spanked me, the harder the blows, the more the tension in me climbed. I could have come at any moment, but suddenly, Reggie ended the fierce assault.

  “That should hold you for a while. I’ll leave you, let you think about your predicament. Remember your humiliation is just beginning. This is just a private reminder of your blunders. Think about Will, what you once promised him and see exactly how you feel about yourself.”

  With that, he left me.

  “Reggie,” I called to him. I was scared to be left alone to handle the discomfort. “Are you coming to get me?”

  “In time, you’ll be fine,” was all he said.

  The door closed and I was left straddling the massage table, a retention plug in my rear and my abdomen swimming with an ever mounting pressure that seemed to have its final destination in my clitoris. I was afraid to touch my place of pleasure, afraid I’d lose everything if I gave in to my need to climax.

  It was a horror remaining in this submissive pose. Reggie was right; the humiliation was not just a powerful aphrodisiac, it also reminded me of why I was here.

  Will.

  Will’s face, his eyes, his smile, that dear smile of his that could claim my heart in an instant, was in the forefront of my mind. I’d tried not to think of him in the past several weeks, but I couldn’t stop now. Suddenly I wanted him to see me like this, see to what depths I was going to prove to him my sincerity. But as if the mischievous sprites of the mind were making everything worse for me, the only picture of response I could think of was Will standing next to me, not caring about my sincerity, or my anguish. All I could imagine was that the hurt had gone too deep and we were forever finished.

  I have no way to gauge the time, but I was certain it was far too long to be holding on to the pressure; and just when I thought I would jump from the table, Reggie returned.

  This time, there was no discussion, no pointed remarks, no reminders of Will, just Reggie with the leather spanker in hand, doing to my ass end what he had earlier begun. It was a brisk punishment, the leather coming down on my bottom with quick sharp snaps. Each one caused me to jolt, each one made me feel as if I might explode. I was just barely hanging on and I cried out woefully.

  Once the first fury of smacks was over and done, Reggie slowed the feverish pace of the spanking to a tempo that was more caressing. I felt his other hand on my stomach again, massaging the warm moving place. Such a mixed blessing, so much all at once, I struggled to appreciate it all.

  The more Reggie’s affectionate hand worked my belly, the closer I was to an orgasm. And then, it began as a soft rolling thunder, moving gracefully through me, I’d never had anything happen quite like this before; and I was awed by the wicked wondrous pleasure that was claiming me everywhere.

  “OH, oh oh oh gawd yessssssss!” the cries were vivid and continuous, as I felt a slow pulsing that went deeper than anything I ever remember.

  I wanted to collapse afterwards, but I was reminded immediately, with Reggie’s firm pressing on the retention plug, that I was still holding the liquid that had made this pleasure so unique.

  “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.