Lanie's Lessons

by Maddie Taylor

  “Not yet.”

  “I’ll take care of it, but it’s probably too late to get our favorite booth and waiter. I’ll meet you back at the house. I’d like to change and pick you out another pantiless outfit.”

  “That’s nice, honey,” Was her vague response.

  “Enough, Lanie. You are so preoccupied I could ask you to go down on the president at a state dinner right now and you’d agree. What’s going on?”

  “What? A state dinner? When?”

  He sighed. “Are you going to tell me what’s got you so distracted?”

  He’d arrived at his car and ripped some political flyer off his windshield, balling it up. Fumbling with the trash, his briefcase, and his keys, he managed to get his car door open without losing the phone he had gripped between his ear and shoulder. As he folded his long body inside, he waited for her to spill.

  “I’m sorry, honey. My mind has been going a mile a minute all day. You’ll never guess who came into the office today.”

  “True, so you’ll have to tell me.” Traffic was heavy at this time of day, so he put the call on speaker to minimize distractions and started the engine.

  “First, I have to put you on retainer. Remember the fifty I gave you for that fund raiser? Keep it. You’re on retainer.”

  When a car pulled out in front of him, he hit the brakes and the well sprung vehicle glided to a halt. The vehicle behind him didn’t appreciate the short stop and honked. He made the turn onto Commonwealth, toward the Turnpike, which would take him out of the city toward their suburban home.

  When no further explanation was forthcoming, he pushed for an answer. “What’s this all about, Lanie?”

  “Attorney-client privilege, of course.”

  “I’m familiar with the concept. What is the case, why do you need me on retainer, and who came by your office? I have a feeling all of the questions have the same answer.”

  “Trudy Blakely.”

  “Who?”

  “From Wolfe, Williams and Simons. She was the practice manager. C’mon honey, you met her at least four times while I was there. She hosted and arranged every Christmas party.”

  “Sorry.”

  “They fired her after sixteen years.”

  “That’s too bad, but why is that a big deal? With ‘at will’ employment laws, it happens every day unfortunately. Unless there was discrimination, a breach of contract, or some other public policy violation, employers often come away as bullet proof in these cases.”

  “This goes beyond any discrimination lawsuit. They accused her of misappropriating over two hundred thousand dollars.”

  He whistled. “Did she?”

  “No. Ethan! She’s the most scrupulous woman I know. They’re framing her.” Her voice had risen as she spoke and he could hear it quivering with anger. “I feel it in my gut. I guarantee it was Walt Simons who had his hands in the till.”

  “Does she have a defense?”

  “Not yet, but Beth and I are behind her.”

  “Lanie, your skills are impressive, but you’re going to need more than gut instinct to take on the biggest law firm in Boston.”

  “We’ll find the evidence. Then I’ll take extreme pleasure in bringing Walt Simons to his knees.”

  “I hope you’re thinking with your head, not your temper.”

  “I’m in full control although I’d like to rip off his balls and shove them down his throat. You’re forgetting our new secret weapon—Sarah Masterson. She starts going over the discovery documents tomorrow. She’s a freakin’ genius, Ethan, and Walt is a cocky bastard. He thinks he’s above the law, but that plays into our hands. I guarantee he made a mistake and if it’s there, Sarah will find it.”

  He paused briefly, taken aback by her ruthless words until he realized he was speaking to Lanie in Ice Queen mode. “This is more up Beth’s alley, isn’t it? She’s taken on similar cases before. Where do you or I come in?”

  “If it goes to trial, Beth wants me to take first chair.”

  “What happened to low profile cases and reducing your stress?”

  “I can’t let them do this to Trudy, Ethan.”

  “And…”

  “This case will make a name for our fledgling firm when we win.”

  “Tell me the real reason.” That was greeted with a long silence. Ethan insisted with one word, “Lanie.”

  “Fine. I want to make Walt Simons pay for messing with my career for four long years because I wouldn’t sleep with him. When we prove Trudy didn’t do it, I’m going after everything he’s got. We’ll counter sue for perjury, defamation, libel or whatever we can come up with after the trial. Then we’ll file the harassment suit. There are two other women at the firm that have come forward. He’s going down, Ethan, and I’m going after every dime he’s got.”

  “There it is. I’d like you to know you have my full support.”

  “I knew I could count on you, professor, but can you invite badass cutthroat Ethan Fischer trial attorney extraordinaire to the team as well.”

  “It would be my pleasure. I’d like to see that fucker finally get his. But Lanie, remember that badass cutthroat Ethan Fischer is also your husband. He is going to be there watching in case you start falling back into old habits. If I see the first signs of stress, be it insomnia, stomach pain, weight loss—”

  “You’ll bust my ass. I understand, Ethan.” Her voice trailed off and there was silence a long silence from her end.

  “What aren’t you saying, Lanie?”

  “That last part… well, that’s the real reason I want you on retainer. I’m counting on you to rein me in if I go a little nutso.”

  “Absolutely, I’ll be on that too. And Lanie, one more thing.”

  “Anything, honey.”

  “Forget about dinner.”

  “Okay, but why?”

  “Because speaking as cutthroat badass Ethan Fischer, I can tell you that my dick gets as hard as iron thinking about wreaking your vengeance on that prick. It aches when I think about you bleeding that son of a bitch dry. And, when I think of Melanie Fischer, the Ice Queen, nailing his ass to the wall, it’s all I can do to keep from coming in my pants. I want you home. Now. I want you naked, ass up over the back of the couch and waiting for me. Because as soon as I get there I’ve got to have you.”

  Silence greeted him on the other end. “Lanie?”

  “Sorry. I kinda got wet picturing your cock as hard as iron. See you in twenty, honey. I love you.”

  “I adore you, Lanie. Make it fifteen.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Read the US Supreme Court 1961 Mapp v. Ohio ruling on the exclusionary rule and due process, Mr. Jacobs. Evidence obtained through an illegal search, which is a Fourth Amendment violation of due process, is inadmissible.” Ethan twisted the handle on his office door and frowned. He didn’t remember locking it. Juggling his coffee cup and the pile of legal briefs from his last class, he fished his keys out of his right side pocket with this left hand. A neat trick considering he continued to lecture one of his more obnoxious students without missing a beat. “It’s been the law of the land for over fifty years, Jacobs, and unlikely to change.” Getting the door unlocked at last, he was amazed when the persistent student followed him in.

  “Was there something else?” Ethan asked as he made his way around his desk and unloaded his burden. Taking a sip of coffee, he pulled out his chair and promptly choked. Sputtering and coughing, he tried not to suck the remainder of his Americano into his lungs as he gazed at his half naked wife hiding under his desk. Correction, in white knee socks, a pair of girlish white Keds, and a miniscule plaid skirt that left nothing to the imagination, she was practically naked especially since the big red bow that was draped like a sash across her body left her breasts completely bare.

  “Are you all right, sir?”

  Startled, Ethan stared in alarm at the young man who stood between the twin wing back leather chairs opposite from him. He stepped closer to the desk, his legs hid
ing Lanie as best he could. He wouldn’t put it past the exuberant student to round the desk and try to give him the Heimlich. Putting up a hand, he shook his head, still unable to talk through his wheezing. He cleared his throat as he grabbed for some Kleenex to dab at the coffee droplets staining his shirt.

  Still coughing, he scowled at the yammering Jacobs when he noticed a full length trench coat on one of the chairs. Beside it was a long slender box tied with a red bow, an exact match of the one Lanie had draped across her naked body. The flash of her image had his cock stirring—damn. He had to get rid of Jacobs before he noted the hard on bulging in his pants. Looking up, he saw Jacobs staring at him expectantly.

  “Excuse me, what was that?”

  “Can I get you some water?”

  “No, I’m fine. The coffee went—” He stopped as soft fingers slipped inside his pant leg, brushing his ankle. Clearing his throat again, he tried again. “The coffee went down the wrong pipe.” As Lanie’s hands teased up the inside of his leg, he felt her face nuzzle against him. When her hand slipped between his thighs, he shifted, trapping her wandering hand. Instantly hard, he sat abruptly, his hand going beneath the desk. Finding one of her two braids, he tugged it in warning.

  “If you want to discuss this further, although it’s pointless, you’ll have to make an appointment. I have a conference call in a few moments.” That was a lie; his afternoon schedule was clear. Although he planned to block it off to see to the near naked nymph who was currently torturing him beneath his desk.

  “I have Wednesday afternoon open.” The young man suggested as he dug out his calendar and flipped through the pages.

  Ethan didn’t have a clue what he was rambling on about as Lanie’s free hand crept over his thigh and latched onto the bulge beneath his zipper. He tugged harder on her braid and wrapped it around his hand, but she continued. When she eased down his zipper, he barely suppressed a groan as soft fingers reached inside his boxers.

  He barked sharply at the kid as he dismissed him. “Schedule with my secretary, Jacobs, not me, and close the door behind you as you leave.”

  As soon as the door slammed, Ethan rolled back his chair. “What the hell, Lanie.”

  “Happy Birthday?” was her tentative response.

  His eyes ran over her perfect body as his brain tried to assimilate what was going on. “Don’t move.” He bolted across the room and locked the door. In a flash he returned, dropped his pants and boxer briefs before seating himself. “Carry on naughty girl. See to this and then I’ll see to you.”

  “Yes, Professor Fischer.” With a wicked smile on her face, she rose to all fours and crept toward him. Sliding her hands up his long legs, she leaned into him, pushing his shirt up his belly and out of the way. With her breasts mashed against his bare legs, she dipped her head. Beginning at the base of his cock, her tongue licked along the shaft wetting his hot skin. When she got to the head, she teased the sensitive underside before swirling slowly all around it. It took all he had to keep from spurting on her lovely face and bringing an end too soon to a coveted birthday blow job.

  “That feels really good, baby, but I want you to suck me. Now.”

  He wrapped both braids around his hands and held on, not pulling or forcing his way inside, simply holding on. He wanted to sit back and enjoy every minute, content to let her do the work for a change.

  Eyes riveted on her, he watched every seductive movement. She wrapped her hand around the base and guided him in, opening wide as she took as much as she could. Lanie gave great head, but she’d never been able to deep throat him. So she made up for it with enthusiasm. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him, her big eyes looking up at him the whole while. Her cheeks hollowed as she added more suction, just as he liked and he felt the insistent tingle in his balls.

  “I want to last longer, but damn, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

  Pulling off of him with a slurp. “Come, Ethan,” she urged. “As the birthday boy you’re allowed more than one.” Without another word, she took him in deep, working fast with her mouth and hand. The hum at the back of her throat vibrating along the length of his cock. Obviously, she was enjoying giving as much as he was receiving—well, maybe not quite as much, but very nearly. Before long, he tensed.

  “I’m there, Lanie,” he cried, his voice harsh to his own ears. His balls ached and the pressure was almost unbearable. His eyes bored down on her, at the point of no return. “I’m gonna come down your throat and watch you swallow every drop.”

  Violent shudders shook his body and harsh grunts rose from deep in his chest as he came, splashing hotly against the back of her throat. He watched through half lidded eyes as she took what he gave her, drinking him down as she continued to stroke him with her hand. Her lips glistened as she pulled off of him, bathing him with long licks of her tongue until his body eased back to normal.

  “Holy fuck, that was fantastic.”

  He released her braids, slid his hands under her arms and lifted her onto his lap. Bare breasts pressed into this chest and smooth cheeks cushioned his deflating cock she curled into him, arms winding around his neck.

  “Happy Birthday, honey. Did you like your present?”

  “Like doesn’t come close, baby. I loved it. Thank you.”

  “Was it like your fantasy?”

  “It was better than any fantasy—ever—but which one are you referring to?”

  “Remember our bet after the ballgame? It was supposed to be you under my desk, but since you suggested it—and actually won the bet—I thought you might like it if I turned it around.”

  “I can’t think of a better fantasy to bring to life than having a beautiful girl under my desk for a half-naked blow job. I like the outfit, and the braids are a nice touch too.”

  Her face suffused with color as she peeped up at him. “I remembered how much you like plaid.”

  “I appreciate the imagination and the effort, baby.” He chuckled as he squeezed her close. “It’s rude of me to ask, but I’m curious. What’s in the box?”

  “I almost forgot.” She scampered off his lap and retrieved it. Standing between his thighs, she presented her gift with outstretched arms, her vivid blush nearly matching the crimson bow across her chest. “A gift for my teacher on his birthday.”

  He smiled up at her, his hands curving around her bottom to pull her in between his thighs. “I’m not sure which one to unwrap first.”

  “I was present number one, Ethan. The box is number two. Open it.” He didn’t think she could blush any redder but she did. His curiosity piqued, he pulled her onto his lap, then released the ribbon and lifted the lid. His eyes widened at what he found inside. Reaching in, he picked up a short crop, about eighteen inches long, it had an extra-large swat on the end, the folded leather as wide as his palm. He flicked it against his open hand and the loud slapping noise made him grin.

  “I like it. This short handle will give me extra control when I use it on my bad girl’s behind.”

  “There’s more?”

  Arching a brow, he reached back in the box, pushing aside tissue paper.

  “You’ve been a very good boy this year, so I got you a few things.” Her nervous giggle and the continued flush of her skin told him how hard this had been for her. It was the first time she had taken the initiative in their play and she had never made suggestions for scenes, outside the murmurs of more, and the cries of harder and faster.

  “Thank you, Lanie. I want you to know how proud I am of you. You’re being very daring with this gift and I appreciate it.” He planted a hard kiss on her open lips, then pulled out the next item. Holding up another spanking implement, he added with an arched brow, “And maybe a little imprudent. This is an extreme play item from what I’ve read.”

  “It’s called a loopy Johnny.”

  “I know what it is. The question is how do you?”

  “Um… research?”

  “Mm, hm. More like a suggestion from Beth, I imagine.”

>   “Yes, she did recommend it and the crop. She said they are her favorites, two in a long list of favorites actually. She says this one is very quiet and that Steven has used it on her in, well… not so private locations without anyone being aware.”

  “I’ll have to thank Beth for expanding our collection.” His eyes flicked up to hers as she made a choking sound. “Ah, you didn’t tell her you bought them.”

  “She’s my friend, not my confessor, Ethan. I don’t tell her everything.”

  “I’m sure you’ll compare notes eventually. She’ll insist on it.”

  “That’s why I didn’t tell her that I ordered these for you. I love her like a sister, but she can be relentless.”

  “I’ve always thought she would have made an excellent trial attorney. I’d hate to be on the stand under her cross examination.”

  “Try being her friend and trying to keep something secret. It’s scary.” She patted his hand, which still held the loopy Johnny. “There’s one more item in the box, Ethan.”

  Moving aside another layer of tissue paper, he pulled out the last item. “A hand-tooled flogger. Very nice, Lanie.”

  “I picked that one out all by myself. It’s called the suleika, which means seducer. If the five-star reviews can be believed, it’s a sensual flogger and recommended hands down by the floggees, so I thought that one would be especially fun for both of us. I poured over websites for days before I made up my mind.”

  “I bet that was a real eye-opener.”

  She blushed prettily and looked away. “It was certainly educational. Some of the items looked positively medieval, but there were toys and other items that might bear a second look.”

  “Is that so. Now I’m intrigued. We’ll have to do a little shopping together so you can show me.” Ethan ran his hands over the leather tails. “The workmanship on this is superb.”

  “I didn’t want to skimp since it’s my butt on the line.”

  “And other parts,” he agreed suggestively. “These short tail floggers are made for targeting other intimate areas.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He grinned. It seemed, the more they got into role-play, the edgier they were becoming, especially with the spanking and impact implements. He was glad it wasn’t one sided and she was taking the initiative to explore and build on what they had.