The Alexandra Series

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  “It is her, that conniving little bitch!” Her green eyes flashed at him angrily. “And you! You’ve used her to torment me. Talk about honesty!”

  Ignoring her rant, he zeroed in on her breasts again.

  “Stop that!” she barked.

  “No, you stop that!” His eyes were suddenly razor sharp. He smacked her ass hard with the palm of his hand. “So you found out, so punish her, but don’t stop making love to me.” He didn’t let her speak another word, covering her mouth with kisses. After she had calmed, he returned to her breasts and ravaged them with tongue and teeth and lips. He went on to her torso, moving downward to her cunt, until he had her cumming in sharp, sudden spasms, her surprising revelation all but forgotten.

  Languishing after sex and before sleep, Jocelyn’s mind began working hard again, remembering her intuitive flash, and Helena. She had the sudden desire to stand over the bitch in full leather regalia and wreak one nasty revenge.

  “You say I can punish her?” she asked him, as she put the pieces of her revenge in place.

  “Any way you want,” he answered from a sleepy fog. She smiled to herself as she was drifting off herself, though Reggie’s one last comment turned her scheme in a slightly different direction. “As long as I watch.”

  “Is that necessary?” she asked.

  “Yes.” He was groggy, but the ‘yes’ was loud and clear.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You’re going to frighten me looking like that,” Alex said.

  Jocelyn was at the window in her bedroom adjusting the garter on the black corset, the lace stockings in place at last. A black lycra skirt fit snugly over her hips, defining her bottom and every curve. The cream colored blouse drooped low in front, showing the full cleavage the corset created. The black showed distinctly through the creamy fabric, testifying to the darker woman underneath the otherwise subdued attire.

  “This frightening you?” Jocelyn asked innocently.

  “Severe is a good word,” Alex retorted.

  “Severe is a good look for my purposes,” Jocelyn said. “I only wear this outfit when I want to take control.”

  “And the hair,” Alex went on, noting Jocelyn’s curls were swept up atop her head in a neat configuration that tamed them fashionably, in keeping with the persona she was donning. “Reggie ever seen you like this?”

  “Yes. And he likes to undo it all and screw me, usually in some compromising place like an elevator or deserted hallway.”

  Alex smiled, thinking of the picture that scenario created in her mind. “Makes him think he’s still in charge.”

  “Oh, but he is,” Jocelyn assured her. “I couldn’t stand him being some weak kneed little pup. Though there are lots of men in my company I’d like to take over my knee and spank.”

  “Maybe you should make that a practice,” Alex joked.

  “Would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

  “I can already see your mind working.”

  “Actually, I need to concentrate on just one bratty bitch, right now. I’ll think about submissive men later.”

  “Makes me nervous,” Alex said, feeling genuinely jittery looking at her lover’s amazing transformation.

  “I’ll get you later,” the redhead smirked. “Right now we need to get downstairs.”

  The conversation made Alex think of a conversation she had with Will. Too bad he wouldn’t be here this night to see the results. “Jocelyn’s no submissive,” Will had told her. “She’s a blatant sexual dominant. I wonder sometimes when Reggie’s going to buckle under her will?” Alex couldn’t imagine Reggie ever being subdued by any woman. And she knew better than to think that Jocelyn was solely a dom. Despite what terror she’d create tonight, submission was as dear to Jocelyn as taking charge, though Alex wasn’t certain if her dear friend yet realized the depths of either of her most potent passions.

  ***

  The library was awash with warm light from the glowing lamps. Though the atmosphere about the room was at that jittery stage before a storm begins, before tempests toss on oceans, and battlefields break out with the rumble of confrontation.

  “And to think I defended you,” Jocelyn said to Helena as she stood behind Reggie’s desk, her fingers resting on the edge in an imperious style. While Alex sat in a chair just to the woman’s right, Reggie sat at the back of the room, resting one elbow casually on the arm of his leather chair. A silent observer, nothing more, his gaze took in the stunning sight of his wife in a glory he rarely witnessed. She used this stance with him when she was working as his consultant, when she wanted to make her point heard through his objections; though for reasons of romance she’d regularly cracked under his more imposing posture. There was just enough difference in their similar overbearing styles to make their relationship work—Reggie remaining the dominant to the end. But now, with no challenge to her authority, there was no breach in her resolve, and he could admire the brilliance that so matched his own.

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. Could you explain?” Helena replied to her employer’s statement.

  The girl was just haughty enough to piss Jocelyn off—the little brat thinking she could divulge secrets, that she had the right to spy on her and Alex, giving tidbits of information to her husband. The more Jocelyn thought of it, the more furious she got.

  “You betrayed my trust,” Jocelyn said. “Going out of your way to glean information about my relationship with Alex, and then informing my husband behind my back. Did he ask you to perform this task?”

  “No.”

  “Then you did it solely on your own?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “And why?”

  The young woman’s beady eyes just stared, there was little innocence in their gaze. Despite the words she used, and the way she attempted to be coy, there was a seasoned manipulator behind them.

  “I wanted to be part of your lives,” Helena answered.

  “Oh?” Unusual answer, Jocelyn thought. Her glance strayed to Alex who nodded. “In what way?” she asked.

  “You indicated you’d spank me, ma’am.”

  “I did, didn’t I? And so you boldly try to put a wedge of mistrust between my husband and me? To make us act on your need for punishment?”

  “I suppose that’s so.”

  “What an artful deceiver you are? Which of us do you really want, Reggie or me?”

  The girl balked at the question, while all eyes focused on her. Jocelyn could see that she wanted to turn about and look at Reggie, but that freedom wasn’t available the way that Jocelyn fixed her with her stare.

  “Which one?” Jocelyn said with a winter’s gaze, and a cold wind in her voice.

  “I have no preference, ma’am, though I thought it would be easier to have you.”

  From the corner of her eye, Jocelyn saw Reggie shift in his seat, his hands in front of him, fingertips touching—a thoughtful pose, but nothing but a calm, observant, and non-committal expression.

  “Easier to have me?”

  “You seem less bound by pretension,” the girl added.

  Jocelyn would like to have smirked at the appraisal of her husband, but didn’t.

  “My problem, Helena, is that I can’t devise a punishment that befits your breach of good judgment, the lies and the treachery you’ve used.”

  “But wasn’t it treacherous to conceal your relationship with Mrs. Kozak from your husband?” Helena responded with the simple question.

  Jocelyn didn’t flinch at the sly retort. “Whether it was treacherous or not is not your business. And if you’d really wanted to get to me, you could have found a better way to do so. I must say the thought of enjoying the comforts of your body has been a pleasant thought in my mind. But you’ve ruined that possibility.”

  “Oh, please no, ma’am.”

  “You’re not even worthy of a good correction.”

  “Oh, please, you’re not going to fire me?”

  “That’s exactly what I should do.”

  “You can’t!”


  “Helena!” Jocelyn snapped sharply.

  The young woman was in tears, slumping to the floor in a sad heap.

  “Get up!”

  The girl didn’t move.

  “If you hope to have any chance of staying in my employ, you’ll stand up and look me in the eye.”

  The young woman was quick on her feet, her eyes once again staring intently at her mistress.

  Jocelyn waited before she spoke, the room taking on more anxious energy. Jocelyn could sense Alex quaking from the intensity leveled at the distraught maid, though Reggie remained as cool as if he was enacting the drama himself. “You know,” Jocelyn finally spoke. “You’re an intriguing liar. Almost so intriguing that I’m tempted not to let you go.”

  “Oh, please, ma’am. Please don’t fire me.” A tear trickled down her cheek as if she’d planned it that way.

  “But stop the phony act, your performance is as transparent as that glass,” she said pointing to the far window. “I suspect there are few bounds to your submissive inclinations. I suspect that you have a perfect submissive mentality when you try.”

  “Oh, yes, ma’am!”

  “That is when you’re not manipulating.”

  “I’m sorry.” She looked chagrined, every facial gesture designed to illicit Jocelyn’s compassion.

  “Manipulating is one thing I won’t tolerate. Spilled grape juice, burned meals, sloppy work, I won’t tolerate either, but manipulation to get sexual favors will get you fired if it happens again. Don’t doubt my sincerity. I’ve fired hundreds of people, and despite your sad sad story, I’d fire you too. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Backing away from the desk, Jocelyn opened the center drawer and pulled out a foot long wooden ruler—the old fashioned kind with the metal straight edge on one side. Moving around the desk, she stood close to the withering young maid, at her side just inches from her, so the girl could likely feel her breath teasing her heated face.

  “Take off your skirt,” she ordered.

  Helena balked in surprise.

  “Yes, take off your skirt,” she repeated.

  Reaching around to the back, the young woman lowered the zipper and then the skirt, the wisp of material dropping to the floor to be kicked away by her feet. She was naked underneath.

  “How immodest,” Jocelyn said looking down. “Who are you trying to seduce, no panties?” She snapped the ruler against the girl’s upper thigh.

  “Ouch!”

  “You want us to see your naked pussy, is that why you wear so little?” She snapped the ruler again and the maid jerked. “Answer me!”

  “Yes, ma’am.” She flinched as the ruler hit a third time.

  “You don’t like the wood, do you?” she mocked her. “If you expected the provocative feel of leather, you’ll be disappointed this time. This is much more punishing.” The ruler smacked her thigh again, and then right on the ass in a flurry of heated strikes, until the pert round orbs were rose red. Standing close together made the punishment an intimate one, eyes meeting eyes, Jocelyn’s other hand at one point holding Helena’s chin in her hand, so that the girl couldn’t alter the face to face encounter.

  Jocelyn wanted it that way, practically smacking the girl’s behind with her in her arms. It might not be as swift or fierce as a more formal distance, but it would be more effective, and far more personal. She would not be avoiding the personal nature of her crime.

  Each strike of the ruler provoked an uneasy jerk in the maid, though after the first hit, Helena held back her verbal protests, a small act of defiance in reply to the treatment. Not able to take her eyes off the dominant Jocelyn, however, more tears were soon forming as the pain became acute. When Jocelyn stopped, it was sudden. She backed away with a grim smile. “Take this to Mrs. Kozak and apologize to her for your behavior.”

  The half naked Helena turned to the blonde woman in the chair behind her—her contrite look more real this time. There was no pleasure in the ruler’s biting sting, she only had the humiliation to joy in, and even that was tainted by a rising sense of shame.

  An unusual position for the ultimate submissive, Alex, looking in Helena’s eyes, was looking into a mirror. To dominate this woman would hardly be a treat when Alex was trembling, remembering her own treachery punished in this very room. The memory was so delicious, she wanted to change places with the girl, though that was hardly possible.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Kozak,” Helena began her apology. “I didn’t mean to cause you and Mrs. Harold any harm. I’m rather fond of both of you.”

  “I can see that,” Alex said. There was a natural kindness in her voice that was not in Jocelyn’s. “But remember, Helena, there are times when going to extremes will only hurt you. Those who have power over you have the cards on their side when they don’t need you for anything. I learned that in this house. Understand, being here is a gift to yourself, a privilege, one you shouldn’t abuse by defying the very people you’re here to serve. You’re lucky you’re not on the street now. You understand that?”

  “I think so, ma’am.”

  “Good. Now move to your knees and put your head on the floor.” Her voice turned sharp giving the command, even though she could imagine herself bowing like this with her ass submissively raised. How many times she’d yielded in that manner! And now, how severe could she really be on a woman so like herself?

  It didn’t take but just seconds for Alex to have her answer. The ruler cracked sharply against the upturned ass, and like on so many occasions in her association with Reggie, Alex discovered unexplored territory in her psyche that was actually feeling quite good at the moment. Again and again the firm wood peppered the girl’s aching rear cheeks, Helena sobbing from the instant the punishment began. The kneeling woman pressed herself into the thick Oriental rug, letting it cushion the repeated blows, though it did little to ease her woe. The fiery feel of wood against flesh was nothing but pure agony.

  When Alex finished, Jocelyn was kneeling at Helena’s side with a dildo abruptly pressed to the woman’s ass.

  “Oh no!” the girl roared.

  But the thick prick entered her nonetheless, and with Jocelyn’s fury still unspent, the girl was fucked hard with powerfully thrusting dildo.

  “Now, satisfy her,” Jocelyn ordered in the middle of the assault.

  The girl was too in shock to immediately obey the command; though a few smacks from Jocelyn spurred her on. Pulling up her dress, Alex offered the submissive young thing her fragrant pussy; and while Helena was breached from behind by the thrusting dildo, her mouth descended to bring Jocelyn’s lover a welcome moment of release.

  “You’re very good for a novice,” Jocelyn purred in Helena’s ear. Alex was about to cum, the crying submissive was beginning an orgasmic ride of her own, and Jocelyn was in a premiere glory—her lust depending on the power she wielded over both women. However, as soon as Jocelyn heard the familiar sounds of Alex’s satisfaction, the whimpers and muted cries escape her lips, she pulled Helena away, forcing her to sit back on her legs with the dildo still shoved inside her ass. She could see by the girl’s distress that she’d not yet climaxed.

  “When Alex has finished with you, Helena,” Jocelyn said rising to her feet, “you can come upstairs and do the same for me while Mr. Harold takes your ass.” She gave the girl a final lethal smirk, then swaggered to the back of the room taking Reggie’s hand as she left the library.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “She was remarkable,” Reggie said. “I’m sorry you weren’t there.” The two were in the sauna at the athletic club, whispering back and forth, though they didn’t much care if anyone heard or not.

  “Alex told me very little,” Will said.

  “Not that she spanked her first bottom?” Reggie asked.

  “Something was mentioned.”

  “Rather good job too,” Reggie recalled the nasty session between submissives.

  “Let’s not get carried away,” Will said
dryly. “I have enough to conquer with Alex being a recalcitrant brat. So, how’s Jocelyn fairing in her new role? You going to let her claim you too?”

  “You don’t think she’s a natural submissive, do you?”

  “I think Jocelyn is gorgeous. I think she nurtures the hell out of you, which you need; but I don’t for a minute think she’d go to the depths to satisfy her own need. What she does is because she loves you.”

  “You want to make wager on that?” Reggie asked.

  “I don’t know about that,” Will laughed. “To bet against you about a woman is probably pretty stupid. I just figured you’re blinded by love.”

  “You told me once I was smitten, and I am. But blind? No,” Reggie vowed. “After what I saw last night. After all her nastiness was out, I think Jocelyn would have been as happy as Helena cowering on the floor the way she was.”

  “I’d like to see that.”

  “What she needs is a good sordid seamy ride on the dark side. Ever since I took her to Germany and Hal’s club, it’s haunted her. What she sees with Alex haunts her, what she saw with Helena haunts her. She wants to be that far gone, even if it’s just once.” Reggie inspected Will’s expression as he spoke. “I want you to take her.”

  “Me?”

  “I want you to punish her, with a little help of course, but you’re the one.”

  “Me with Jocelyn? She hates me, Reg.” Will shook his head in disbelief.

  “I’m not sure hate’s the word. But isn’t that the point?” he replied. “I’m too damned much in love with her to be objective and severe with her.”

  Will snickered, thinking how he’d felt the same way about Alex years before, when that inner need in his wife, his girlfriend at the time, had required a tougher kind of dominant than he could be.

  “Sounds intriguing, if I believed I could pull it off,” he said.

  “You can, trust me. She’ll give in. Meanwhile, I’ll take my own satisfaction from Alex and she’ll hate every minute of it, like she usually does.” He laughed.

  Chapter Sixteen

  One month later…