Marla: A Lesbian Domestic Discipline Romance Trilogy

by Summers, Leandra

  Marla: A Lesbian Domestic Discipline Romance Trilogy

  By

  Leandra Summers

  Copyright © 2016

  Leandra Summers

  All Rights Reserved

  This book combines the three ‘Marla’ stories in one easy to read volume:

  Marla: Learning the Rules

  More Marla: Testing the Boundaries

  Managing Marla: Needing her Guidance

  Marla: Learning the Rules

  By

  Leandra Summers

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 1

  "I said I was sorry," Marla said through clenched teeth, trying to keep her temper. Her eyes that often seemed grey in light flashed a deep blue. Skylar looked at her sharply. "I suggest you watch your tone Marla," she warned. "We explained the rules to you when you arrived." Her partner, Emma, laid her hand gently on Skylar's arm. "Marla, we understand this is difficult for especially as you did not choose to be here but as you are here you cannot break our rules and not expect any consequences. Let's..." She did not get to finish her sentence as Marla suddenly burst out, stepping forward, her shoulder length brown hair that normally framed her pretty face flying wildly, "Exactly! I did not choose this, I did not choose to have my passport stolen, I did not choose to get involved in any of this...this...this...crazy situation." Her chest heaved with frustration as she took a few steps back and then almost shouted, "I am a 37yr old independent woman, used to looking after myself and now I find myself in a house being told what I can and can't do." Her voice cracked on the last word and to her embarrassment she felt tears spring to her eyes.

  "Oh honey, come here," Emma said. "I can see how upsetting this is for you." She pulled Marla into her arms and against her will Marla found herself shaking with sobs as she was held against a soft, warm, comforting body. "Let's all sit down in the lounge and chat about this," Emma continued. She looked into Skylar's brown eyes and shook her head slightly as she saw Skylar about to speak. She knew her partner well and understood that Skylar was not ready to let the rule breaking go so easily. Still this was the first time since her arrival that Marla had cried. "Skylar, make some coffee please and let's all calm down." She gently, yet firmly led Marla down the hall where they had been standing when Marla had entered the front door to the lounge. The lounge reflected the elegance of Emma's taste. Two cream sofas formed a sophisticated bay for a nest of small rosewood coffee tables inlaid with mother of pearl decor. Long cream curtains lent a subtle contrast to the white walls whilst cushions the colour of red poppies picked up the colours of the paintings on the far wall.

  Marla hesitated a second then sank down onto one of the sofas. She hugged a cushion to her and looked miserable. "Marla," Emma said "we do understand how hard this must be for you, but you have been placed with us by the social tourist services department until your passport is found and your travel documents are sorted out. We explained the house rules to you and you need to respect those. If you cannot do that then you will have to face the consequences." Marla looked at Emma, "I am grateful that you took me in Emma, you and Skylar," she suddenly lowered her head and muttered, "although your rules seem ridiculous." She did not get much further as Skylar walked into the lounge, banged down a dark wooden carved tray with three china coffee mugs on it and pulled her up by the arm. "What did you just say Missy?" she asked crisply. "N-n-nothing," Marla stammered. "Skylar," Emma said "let’s hear what Marla wants to say. However I suggest you watch your tone of voice young lady."

  "You see that's just it-‘young lady’-you are only a few years older than me and I'm not a young lady, I am a mature, independent woman," Marla burst out angrily, “being given a curfew, told when I should sleep or being scolded for not wanting to eat dinner or where I may or may not go--these are things for children. I am a grown woman on an extended visa holiday here. I was really enjoying myself here until I lost my passport." She finished abruptly and hugged the cushion closer to her body, feeling her lower lip quivering. "Enjoying yourself a bit too much I think," said Skylar, "You were out of control and that's why your passport and cash were stolen. You probably have never had any form of discipline in your life. It's about time someone took control of you. Do you mean so little to yourself that you don't care about keeping yourself safe?" Taken aback at Skylar's frank words Marla stammered, "I...I...I do care about myself."

  "Then why were you found twice by the police, drunk, lying in the road, this last time with your passport stolen," Skylar retorted swiftly, her brown eyes flashing a slight challenge. Marla looked her not knowing how to answer. Emma and Skylar looked back steadily. Finally she answered "I was just, just-I-it was just fun-travelling I mean, trying to forget I’d lost my job and...and," she stopped tears forming in her eyes. "Honey, you’ve been here 2 weeks now, moping around, not caring, just tell us what’s upset you so much," Emma said. Her light green eyes looked compassionate. Marla looked at them both and saw only kindness and concern reflected back at her. "I lost my brother," she quietly. "I miss him so much that it hurts me. I...I wanted to forget I suppose. I thought travelling would help me forget but each time I would see someone like him it would bring the pain back. Drinking helped me forget." Sadness filled her heart and a sob escaped her. Skylar sighed gently and sat down next to her. She held the younger woman in her arms and kissed her hair. "Honey I'm so sorry," she said. "Thank you for sharing that with us. But do you think your brother would want you to not take care of yourself?" Marla gave a tearful laugh, "No, he’d be furious with me. He wanted me to finish my Masters Degree in Business Management. He was so proud of me. It was just him and me since I was twelve. We saw each other every week once we grew up." "Well, then,” said Skylar smiling slightly "don't you think he'd approve of this chance you been given to help you get back on your feet?"

  "I guess so," Marla said a bit more positively. Emma spoke up, "Marla, you know we care for don't you? I think we have tried to show you that in the time you have been here. You have touched both of us and we enjoy having you here.”

  “Yes, I know," Marla replied " and you’ve been so kind taking me in and helping me until all my paper work is sorted. It's just that I've not really--well not really-well I did not expect to have rules as a grown woman that I had to obey."

  "Tell me Marla, in the time you've been here, have you had any episode of drinking until you pass out?"

  "No," she reluctantly replied. "Did you want to drink?"

  "Well no, actually I did not. Too busy following your rules I suppose,” she added cheekily. “Oi, careful you," Emma smiled back teasingly. "Marla, whilst you are here under our care we will help you any way we can and part of that help means helping you to take of yourself, to value yourself and respect us."

  "I...I...well...yes I know that,” Marla rubbed her hand through her hair tiredly. "I know-I’m sorry I came home so late and was so rude. I was just-it was just- I was frustrated that's all." Emma and Skylar looked at each other, silently agreeing on what to do. "Marla," Skylar said "this will be your last warning to obey our house rules. I think you need to go to bed early tonight straight after supper as your emotions have tired you out. Tomorrow will be a fresh day and we will start again. But anymore attitude or disobeying of the rules will have consequences as of tomorrow. I suggest you read the rules we came up with together again tonight before you sleep. Okay?" Skylar's tone was even but firm. Marla looked at them both, hesitated, then rubbing her hand through her hair again she lowered her eyes and whispered softl
y, "Yes, yes okay." Emma and Skylar smiled at each other. Finally they seemed to have got through to Marla who had been under their care for the past 2 weeks.

  Marla walked up to her bedroom after supper feeling tired and slightly bruised inside. Yet she also felt a sense of security and love around her. She genuinely liked both Emma and Skylar and especially liked their loving relationship which lent an air of calmness to their home. Both of them were attractive and Marla felt a slight sense of envy over their close, loving relationship. She bathed and then snuggled up into her bed. They are good to me, I will try and follow their rules, she thought drowsily, but they best not treat me like a child, part of her mind added indignantly before she fell asleep.

  Chapter 2

  The next morning Marla awakened to bright sun filling her room. She stretched her slim legs luxuriously, feeling like she had slept well for the first time in many months. The social tourist services department had brought her here as a safe place to stay until all her documents could be retrieved. Due to current global politics no one was allowed to travel until their documents were officially in order. Not having a passport was a real pain she thought. Thank goodness for social tourist services in most large cities that arranged places of safety. Marla knew she was lucky. Twenty years ago such services were not in place for tourists who lost their travel documents. Life was easier now she reflected even if it was a bit more restrictive. She got up and showered feeling a lot more positive and at peace than she had for a long time. Social tourist services had told them it would take a few more months to sort out her travel documents and she decided to use these months to sort out her future plans and just enjoy feeling happier. She bounded cheerfully down to the kitchen. Emma was standing at the cherry wood counter paring and cutting up fresh strawberries. Marla hugged her. "Thank you for your understanding last night Emma." she said.

  "We want you to be happy honey," Emma replied. Casually she carried on "Did you get a chance to reread the house rules?" Marla blushed, "Um, no, I guess I forgot.”

  “Forgot what?" Skylar asked as she walked into the kitchen dressed for work in her black and red fire department uniform. She looked professional and very fit. "Marla forgot to reread the house rules," Emma said. "Make that the first thing you do after breakfast Marla," Skylar instructed as she took the bowl of strawberries her wife handed to her. She sat down and began buttering a slice of toast and looked over to Marla with an eyebrow raised when Marla did not immediately respond. "Yes, I will," Marla replied remembering last night's conviction to get her life back on track and accepting Skylar and Emma's help. “Good girl," Skylar nodded her approval. “Well, I'm off to work ladies." she said as she kissed her wife and headed for the door. "Bye darling, see you later," Emma replied kissing her back lingering slightly as their lips touched. "Marla,” she turned back briskly, “have you sorted out your tasks for today and rest of the week? I need to go to the office for my first client."

  "Yes," Marla replied. "I have to go to the social tourist services offices for my weekly sign in and then I plan to contact the University I was studying with and ask about completing my Masters." Emma smiled approvingly at her. "Well done, honey. I'm proud of you. Remember your curfew please. We'll discuss a study schedule for you later this afternoon at 3 p.m. after you’ve contacted the University."

  "A schedule?" Marla burst out. "I hardly think I need a schedule Emma, I am…" She trailed off as she noticed Emma staring at her steadily one eye brow slightly arched. "Um ok," she muttered sulkily. "Good," Emma said briskly as she walked out of the kitchen, her dark hair glinting as the sun caught it through the window. "By the way you might want to check that attitude of yours Marla. I don't want to see any of that when I finish work this afternoon." Marla blushed and nodded feeling a rush of irritation together with a little tingle in the pit of her stomach. Emma was a physiotherapist who worked from home and generally finished work by early afternoon. Marla made a mental note not to get home too early but just in time for 3 p.m. to make sure she had walked off all her irritation. She still found some of the rules unrealistic and thought that they had most likely been written to intimidate annoying tourists who were placed here into not making any trouble. After all-whoever heard of an adult woman receiving a spanking? Her tummy gave that sudden lurching, tingly sort of feeling again, which she was unable to identify and she mentally shook her head to try and forget about the troubling consequences written in the rules leaflet placed in her room.

  Chapter 3

  Marla left the house and walked down to the nearest streamline bus stop ten minutes away. The sun shone brightly which lifted her spirits. The gentle breeze blew her floral skirt against her legs and she breathed in, the small white t-shirt slightly lifting up. By the time she reached the social tourist services department she felt relaxed and greeted her allocated service officer cheerfully. Mrs Browning peered at her over her black rimmed glasses, informed her of the current progress, asked how she was getting on and reminded to obey any house rules that had been given to her. Marla agreed, careful not to let any frustration show on her face in case it was relayed back and walked out into the city. She decided to do a bit of shopping for personal items and browse one or two of the local museums. She used her bank card to withdraw some cash saying a private thanks that she had not had her card on her when she went to the bar the last time she got drunk and had her passport stolen.

  Marla lost herself in the local art museum. She and her brother had often browsed various art galleries and it made her feel closer to him. When she came out the shadows had lengthened and she felt mellow and relaxed. Passing a trendy little bar she decided one drink would not hurt and sat down with a smile of pleasure. Ordering a glass of white wine she looked around idly. A blonde haired woman with an enticing smile looked her way and held eye contact. Marla blushed and lowered her head. "Hey gorgeous," the woman said sauntering over. "Uh…hi," Marla answered. Goodness she had missed this; this normality, this flirting, without feeling anxious or even a bit hung over. "I've not seen you around here," the woman continued. Marla smiled and bantered back playfully. This was turning out to be a very good day indeed.

  Chapter 4

  At home Emma checked the time once more. It was definitely 3.10 p.m. She tried Marla’s mobile number. There was no reply. She felt disappointed with Marla for missing her scheduled time with her as she had felt sure they had got through to her last night. Marla had certainly seemed much more positive and cooperative this morning. She paced a bit and fought the sudden feeling of wanting a cigarette. The feeling caught her off guard. She had stopped smoking ten years ago when she met Skylar. Skylar detested smoking and had helped Emma to stop. She winced at the memory of that help. She had only smoked once after that when her father had passed away and then had stopped knowing that neither her father nor Skylar would like to see her put her health at risk. Tucking her bobbed dark hair behind her ears she wondered whether they had been too strict with Marla last night. Logically she knew that they had not and that Marla definitely needed some boundaries in her life. The same boundaries that Skylar gave me ten years ago she thought. Although rebelling at first she had thrived on them. A small smile passed her lips as she remembered her wife laying down the rules for her. Sighing with frustration and worry over Marla she walked back to her home office and sat at the desk wondering if she should call Skylar and let her know that Marla had not returned. She dialled Skylar’s number but then rang off deciding not to alarm her just yet and tried Marla’s phone again. There was no reply.

  Emma pursed her lips and decided to write up the notes of the patient she had a session with earlier. Later she would enter the data onto the electronic system and this would be relayed directly to the medical insurance department. She knew writing the notes was old fashioned but it soothed her and helped to think logically about each client’s progress or lack thereof. As she opened her top draw to find a pen, she saw a box of cigarettes that one of her younger male patients had given her as his way of than
ks. It made Emma smile with pleasure when she thought of his progress and how he had walked jauntily out of her office after twelve months of rehabilitation treatment for his damage knee. He had looked back, laughed, called out—‘Thanks Doc’—and flipped over his box of cigarettes to her. She had caught the box, laughed back and then tossed them in the draw when she went back in. Almost hypnotically she took the box out and looked it. I should throw these in the bin, she told herself sternly. Yes, definitely throw them in the bin, her inner, sensible voice confirmed her initial thought. Well, perhaps just one won’t hurt, just one puff even. It will help me deal calmly with Marla when she finally does get home. Pushing down the guilty feeling that arose as she took a cigarette out of the box, she went back the kitchen looking for a match. You did agree that you would not smoke again, you promised Skylar, her sensible inner voice continued. She shook her head trying to stop her conscience nagging her. She found the match box and looked at both the cigarette and match box. Skylar is not going to like this . Emma’s bottom tingled as this thought went through her mind. Skylar had not disciplined her for at least six months now. Well, what Skylar does not see, Skylar does not know . With that last defiant thought she lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply and let out a sigh of relief. The sigh turned into a cough. No, she was definitely not used to smoking anymore she thought. I’ll throw it away after a few more puffs . She leant back against the kitchen counter and inhaled again, closing her eyes. She blew the smoke out lazily.

  A sudden slam of the front door made her jump. “Emma, Emma, babe are you here, are you alright?” Skylar’s voice called out. Her footsteps sounded urgent and heavy as she walked quickly down the hallway calling as she went. Emma looked around panicked and threw the cigarette into the kitchen bin. She ran the water in the sink and turned to open the kitchen window just as Skylar came in. “Honey, what’s wrong? There was a missed call on my phone from you. I called back but you did not reply.” Emma realised she had left her phone in her office. She felt her heart racing as she said, “No, no, nothing is wrong, it’s just that Marla...” she did not get to finish her sentence as Skylar said sharply, “What’s that smell, it smells like something is burning.”