by Ashlynn Ally
Unfortunately, this seems to only push him over the edge. “Jaden, right now,” Justin snaps, pointing to the stairs with a sharp jut of his finger. “You know, I wasn’t asking you before, I was telling you, and that means I expect to see you marching up those stairs before I get half a mind to…”
“Okay, okay, okay,” I relent quickly, before he has a chance to chastise me with something even more embarrassing than he has already. It’s bad enough being sent upstairs like a naughty child in front of this dude I barely know, I certainly don’t need the threat of a spanking to go along with it. “I’m going.”
“That’s better,” Justin says, as I slink away. My face burns so bad I refuse to meet Alex’s eyes, even though I can sense him looking at me.
After ascending the stairs, I think better of actually going into my room. Instead I open the door and then close it again, loud but not too loud. Then I creep over to the top of the stairs and crouch by the wall, right at the part where the open-concept balustrade ends. This makes it so I’m just out of sight from the living room, so it’s perfect for eavesdropping.
“C’mon, man, I got kicked out again,” Alex is saying. “I’m practically sleeping in my car right now. It would only be for a couple of days.”
“You can’t stay here, Alex,” Justin says while I analyze his tone. Firm, like it usually is when he speaks to me, but I also detect a gentleness there, maybe sympathy.
“Dude, I’m sober this time. Trust me!”
“I can’t trust you, Alex. Not until you get help. I can still get you into that treatment center…”
“Fuck you, dude!” Alex bursts out, so volatile I almost jump. “I’m not going to rehab. I’m not doing it.”
“I need you to prove to me you’re really serious about getting sober,” Justin says. “Now, if you need a place to stay that badly, and if you’re already sober like you say you are, then I don’t see what the big deal about rehab is. But if you won’t go, you can’t stay here. Especially not if you want to come in here and curse at me like you just did.”
“Oh, oh, I’m sooo sorry.” Alex is getting defensive now. It’s actually pretty entertaining for me to listen to him talk to Justin in the same tone of voice I usually feel like using but don’t dare to lest I end up over his knee. “I forgot. Mister Perfect over here, never swears, never drinks, never even dates! Never has any fun because he’s too busy sitting around feeling sorry about a bunch of shit that’s out of his control. You can’t save me, man! So stop trying.”
“I know I can’t save you,” Justin says, still calm even though Alex is ranting crazily. “You have to save yourself. You know I know that.”
“If you know that, then who’s this chick you got upstairs?” My heart skips a beat at the mention of me, and my ears listen even harder than before. “Just helping her out, huh? Is she a little junkie too, just like Camille was? Sure, you can help her, but you can’t help me. Is that how it is? Real nice, man, real brotherly of you! It’s not like you don’t have the room here! You even keep Mom’s room all locked up, like some kind of shrine, while I’m sleeping in my car…”
The locked bedroom. I had thought it was a closet or something, but this makes more sense. Of course, Justin doesn’t want to change anything. Doesn’t have the heart.
“She’s not a junkie, she aged out of the foster care system and has nowhere to go,” Justin says, pretty stiffly. “Not that I have to be explaining any of this to you. Look, if you really want my help, let me get you into that rehab. If you can prove to me you can complete the program, of course you’re welcome to stay here. If you can’t do that, then stay for dinner and a chat, but after that, I can’t let you stay the night.”
I can hear Alex grumbling, though it’s too quiet to catch any of the words. Then abruptly, he gets louder. “No, I’m not staying for a chat! Have fun with your new little charity case, though you’re kidding yourself if you think she’s not a pill popper or something. But I guess it’s okay because she’s got a real nice little ass on her, huh?”
“Alex, please don’t talk that way. And you couldn’t be farther off if you tried, by the way…”
“Yeah, right, dude—you’re screwing the little slut. We both know you’re screwing her, and if you’re not screwing her, then you want to be screwing her. C’mon, man, tell me I’m wrong.”
My body tenses as I feel a bristle of animosity rise up into my throat from my chest. Though it’s beyond obvious Alex sees me as little more than an object to bed, him calling me names is taking it a bit too far. I have half the mind to march downstairs and set him straight myself, but I don’t want Justin to know I’ve been listening in on their conversation.
“That’s none of your business,” Justin is saying now. It takes me a moment to remember where they were in the conversation. With a fuzzy feeling in my chest, I realize Justin is responding to Alex’s question about if he wanted to screw me. Could his response mean that maybe he actually does want to screw me? Or am I flattering myself again? “Now I want you out of here. You don’t come in here and talk that way about people I care about. You got that?”
All at once, the fuzzy feeling in my chest explodes into a billion prickly rosebushes all blooming with flowers at once. I feel touched and honored to hear Justin not only defend me, but to declare that he cares about me as well.
Quickly afterwards, the door slams, and the house goes automatically silent. Too silent actually, which I realize makes it nearly impossible for me to sneak back into my room without being heard. I hear Justin check the front door and lock it. I continue crouching at the top of the stairs praying he goes into his office and not upstairs…
Too late. I hear the steps creak as he puts his weight down on the first one, and then he looks up and sees me. For some reason, surprise barely registers on his face. All the while, I’m sure my own expression conveys my emotions perfectly—guilt that I’ve been caught. Even though I know it’s dumb, I jump up and dash into my room, slamming the door behind me.
There’s no lock on the door, so I stand with my back pressed against it. Which I know is even dumber than trying to run away into the dead end that is my room. Justin easily pushes it open, and then he gets hold of me by the arm and drags me to the bed. Without wasting a beat, he sits down and pulls me over his knee, despite my spluttering protests that I’m sure don’t make any sense. Then he flips my skirt up over my back, pulls down my panties, and starts spanking me.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I cry, wiggling frantically, but he scissors my legs between his, so that only my ass is sticking up. Then he pins the hand that isn’t stuck under my body to the small of my back with his own.
He counters my ow, ow, ow with more claps to my butt, though when I take a second to concentrate on relaxing, I realize they don’t actually hurt as much as they usually do. “Where did I tell you to be?” he demands, continuing to spank me. “Huh? Answer me, young lady!”
“In my room doing my homework,” I cry out over the sound of his palm smacking my ass cheeks. I make sure to tack the word, “Sir,” on the end for good measure.
For a moment, the room goes still. He stops spanking me and seems surprised that I would answer him so obediently and promptly.
“So how come that’s not where you were?” he finally recovers enough to ask. In place of actually letting me answer, he gives my butt another swat. This one actually stings a little, and I’m not looking forward to the ones I know are to come after it. But they don’t come. Instead, he rests his hand lightly on top of my ass. “Well? Go on. Let’s hear it.”
“Because I was eavesdropping on your conversation,” I admit, atypically willingly. “It was stupid, I know I was wrong, and I’m sorry. There? You happy now?”
Again, there’s silence. I actually peer around my shoulder at Justin to make sure he didn’t have a heart attack or anything. But no, he’s just dumbfounded, staring down at my ass like it’s the most perplexing thing he’s ever seen in his life.
“Well, okay, then,”
he stammers out while I continue to hang there over his knee. “I’m glad you’re learning your lesson, but don’t think that means we’re done here. Do you have anything else to say for yourself, while you seem to be in such a confessional mood?”
“Yeah, I do actually,” I say, and then I take a deep breath. “Thanks for sticking up for me down there.”
I hear Justin take a long breath himself, his body heaving against my torso, pressed up tight against him. “Look, Jaden, you shouldn’t have heard any of that down there.”
“I know, but I did.” I’m still dying to know who this Camille person is, but decide to stick to a more familiar topic—me. “Your brother’s a huge player, isn’t he? He was hitting on me the night of the party, too.”
“I’m starting to realize I don’t know what my brother is anymore. Most of the time he’s so drunk he doesn’t even know what he’s doing.”
“But you know what you’re doing.”
“What?” Justin says quickly, confused.
“That day in the car,” I blurt out. “With the chocolate. Did you try to kiss me?”
For some reason, being over his lap like this is making me brave. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to face him, or maybe it’s because I’m still thinking about what he said downstairs. When he didn’t deny he had feelings for me—his sexual feelings, that is.
“I… uhh… well…” Justin is stammering some kind of excuse for a response. “I think the moment just got out of hand…”
“I would have kissed you back, you know,” I interrupt him. The whole time, I’m keenly aware of his hand still resting on my butt, so close to my pussy lips. I can also feel myself getting wet, so wet it’s starting to drip down my thighs.
I think Justin must notice it too, because pretty soon his hand is slipping between my legs, and I feel his fingers glide over the slick mess. “You know, Alex was right about one thing. You really are beautiful. At least I think so.”
I let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Justin’s fingers find my clit. Then, he shifts so my legs aren’t trapped under his anymore, propping me up into a more comfortable position. He uses his hand that isn’t on my pussy to push my legs apart a little more, and then his fingers glide inside me. A burst of delight and thrill explodes in my tummy, and I let it be known by omitting a pleasurable moan.
Justin’s fingers start up a pumping motion then, turning my delight into near-out ecstasy. “Don’t stop,” I beg, which occurs as ironic to me as I’m usually pleading for the opposite when I’m in this position. “It feels so good…”
“Your scent,” Justin grunts out, fingering me harder and deeper now. “It’s been driving me crazy since I first put you over my knee…”
He’s hitting all the right spots inside me, and the bliss is so intense I can’t possibly make any sort of intelligible response. Instead I cry out in euphoria as he brings me to climax, my back arching and toes curling. The tension building up inside me is so great I’m not sure I can take it anymore, but all at once there’s a release. I feel tremors run through me as my breathing subsides and my cries become softer.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I finally breathe out, feeling somewhat in shock. “I didn’t know anyone could do that.”
Justin responds by rolling me off his lap so I’m belly up on the bed, staring into his face. Straddling me, he scooches me up so I’m against the pillows. His eyes are so penetrating, it’s almost as if he’s under a spell. Reaching out with his fingers, he brushes a strand of hair out of my face. I can smell myself on him, which I realize is making me horny all over again.
He leans in then, at first nuzzling my neck with his face, and then looking down at me again. I’m sure he’s going to kiss me then, so I get ready for it. I close my eyes and part my lips slightly, turn my face to the side. At first, his lips brush my forehead. I reach my arms around him and put my hands in his hair, full and thick. He kisses me then, lightly on the forehead before I feel his head dropping down. I’m sure his lips are about to find my own, but then suddenly, he turns away. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, and it’s like I feel something break.
“I can’t,” he chokes out. “We shouldn’t. This isn’t right.”
“What’s wrong?” I exclaim quickly, my eyelids fluttering open.
By now, Justin is standing up, his hand on his forehead in an abashed way. “This isn’t appropriate,” he says, lamenting. “I’m supposed to be giving you guidance and discipline. Not this.”
“Justin, it’s okay…” I try to insist, but he interrupts me.
“No, it’s not. Stand up. Now.”
“Wh… why?” I stammer, flustered. I notice he’s reaching for the buckle of his belt. Now I’m really confused. He said he couldn’t kiss me, but was he planning on having sex with me? “What are you doing!”
“We’re going to finish your punishment,” he says, yanking his belt out through the loops with a long whoosh sound. “I want you up and bent over the bed. We’re not getting anywhere with you across my lap.”
“Wait, Justin, are you serious?!” I sputter out. “We were just about to…”
“Sir!” he loudly admonishes me. “You call me sir when I’m punishing you. And I know what we were just about to do, and I’m sorry. That was wrong of me. That’s not what we’re doing here.”
“Then what are we doing here?” I ask, point blank. Somehow I’m pretty sure we’re talking about more than here right now in the bedroom.
Justin’s eyes flick across me acutely, but whatever’s running through his head, he doesn’t divulge. Instead, he simply sticks to the task at hand. “Stand up. Turn around. And bend over. And yes, I’m serious, Jaden.”
“But you already just spanked me!” I burst out, outraged.
“Don’t argue with me,” he scolds coldly. “And besides, we both know that little spanking was nothing. So you’re going to get up and bend over this bed right now, so I can really teach you a lesson in doing what you’re told.”
My feelings are going so crazy, I can’t even come up with an argument. I do manage a pretty good glare though as I flounce myself off the bed. I stare him down as long as I can, turning my head over my shoulder as I position myself around to face the bed. Then, as soon as he can’t see my face anymore, I let the tears spring to my eyes. I don’t know why, but I feel pretty emotional. It’s almost like I have romantic feelings for Justin, and I’m disappointed he turned me down. Again.
“Put your hands on the bed,” Justin instructs, when he sees me hesitate. “Butt in the air. Legs straight. Come on. Let’s see it.”
I let out a whimpery type whine sort of thing, but I do what he asks. Slowly. Then I ask, “But why do you have to hit me with that?” I don’t know why I bothered to hide my tears from him before, since by the tone of my voice, it’s obvious I’m already crying.
“I’m only going to give you three,” Justin says, his voice softer now. I feel the palm of his hand nestle into the small of my back, as if to hold me in place and brace himself at the same time. In my peripheral vision, I see him double up the belt and wrap it a few times around his hand. “Now, do you understand why I’m spanking you?”
“Yes,” I blow out huffily.
His hand presses into me a little harder. I can almost feel his annoyance. “Yes, what?”
All at once, I’m back to my old tricks. Even though I know what he wants me to say, I play like I don’t. “Yes, I know why you’re spanking me,” I trill liltingly. “With a belt. On my bare ass.”
“Okay, Jaden. You were going to get three, now you’re at five. Do you want to try again? Yes, what?”
He puts a lot of emphasis on the word what. I just stand there, doubled over and hanging my head, my hair a shroud around me. I grit my teeth and let my legs take turns bending at the knees.
“Should we go for ten?” he interrupts my silence.
Not sure how he thinks it’s fair to skip from three to five to ten, but nonetheless, I give him what I know he wants.
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, good. Now hold still.”
With that, the first strike of the belt bites into my skin like some crazed rabid animal. Immediately, I cry out and let my knees buckle under me so that I drop down in a rumpled heap on the bed.
“Ouch!” I protest loudly. “That really freaking hurt.”
“Get up, Jaden,” Justin counters in an unconcerned tone. “Back into position.”
“But it hurrrtssss…” I wail out. “And you’re just gonna do it more…”
“Four more can turn into nine more real quick, Jaden…”
He doesn’t have to say anything more. In an instant, I right myself, digging my toes into the floor and planting my hands firmly on the bed. I’m already cursing myself for earning two more on top of my original three.
He delivers the next four calmly and steadily. He seems to be an expert at giving me just enough time to regain my composure after each lick, but not enough time for the sting to die down enough for the next one not to hurt more. By the time he’s done, my eyes are smarting with fresh tears, but I at least haven’t turned into a total blubbering mess.
“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” he asks with his hand still at the small of my back.
“Which one?” I mutter, back to my old sarcastic self in no time.
I hear Justin sigh tiredly. “Y’know, Jaden, it might be in your best interest to just say, ‘yes, sir.’ Even if you don’t know what lesson I’m referring to.”
“Fine,” I snap contritely. “Yes, sir.”
“I can keep spanking you, y’know.”
I’m silent. Silent and angry. Then, all at once, the belt comes thrashing down across my butt again. I yelp, the pain greater than ever because I wasn’t expecting it. And then I turn to glare stonily at Justin.
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “That was for your attitude just now,” he explains. “The two before that were for forgetting to call me sir. And the three before those ones were for not listening to me when I told you to go upstairs and start your homework. There.” He pauses for just a moment, and then turns away from me, his hand still at my back. “Are we all clear now?”
