My Fair Monster

by Lila Dubois

  He looked up when she came into the kitchen.

  Jane held her arms out. “Will this work?”

  Michael looked at her, stone-faced. Jane looked down. It wasn’t the sexiest outfit, but really, how long would she have it on—

  Michael grabbed her, sat her on the counter and kissed her for all she was worth. He kissed her like a man possessed, a man driven to madness.

  He broke the kiss and rested his head in the hollow of her shoulder. “Jane, if you knew what you did to me…” He blew out a breath.

  Jane dreamily stroked his cheek and neck. “You make me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

  He lifted his head and cupped her face. “You are.” He kissed her, and for a shining moment, Jane believed.

  Michael put his hands under her ass and Jane wrapped her legs around his waist. Michael carried her from the kitchen into the living room. He sat in a wide chair, Jane’s legs folding so that she knelt astride him.

  His hands were under her skirt, stroking her thighs.

  “No,” he said.

  Jane leaned back and raised her brows. Michael looked just as surprised as she felt.

  “Something wrong?” Jane asked.

  “Uh…oh yeah, naughty school girl.”

  “This isn’t naughty enough?” Jane took the hand under her skirt and slid it between her legs, pressing his fingers to her sex.

  “You are so wet… No, wait. Get up.”

  Pouting slightly, Jane got off his lap.

  Michael dashed in to the bedroom. When he came back he was wearing dress slacks and a white T-shirt.

  He was like no school principal Jane had ever seen. The dark blond hair, blue eyes and thick packed muscles were far from the soft bellies, kind eyes and male-pattern baldness Jane remembered.

  He had a folded piece of paper in his hand. Michael opened the paper, scanned it, folded it and then stuffed it in his pocket.

  “What’s that?” Jane asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Lemme see.” Jane lunged, laughing, trying to wiggle the thing out of his pocket. Michael held her off, a faint blush heating his cheeks. He looked adorable.

  Jane giggled. “Are those…notes?”

  “Maybe.”

  Jane erupted in fits of laughter. “You have notes? Notes on a naughty school girl?”

  Jane leaned against the wall giggling.

  “If you don’t want to do this anymore…” Michael took the paper out of his pocket, holding it uncertainly.

  Jane smiled, feeling magnanimous. “If you want to, I’m willing to give it a try.”

  Michael looked her over. “You do not have the…attitude for this. It’s because you don’t think I can do it. You do not think I’m male enough to provide you pleasure this way.”

  In two sentences his voice had gone from slightly embarrassed to almost threatening. Jane straightened.

  “I didn’t say that.”

  Michael stalked towards her. Jane inched backwards until her back was to the wall. Michael planted his hands besides her shoulders, caging her in.

  “Perhaps I need to tie you down to remind you who is in charge.”

  “Nope,” Jane squeaked, “you’re in charge.”

  “You’ll have to be punished for, uh—” Michael paused to think about the word, “—sassing me.”

  “I didn’t sass you.”

  “I’ve had quite enough of your attitude, young lady.” He purred the words.

  Jane had always shied away from any sort of babysitter/schoolgirl fantasy because, frankly, she thought it was creepy that guys wanted to fuck underaged girls. But Michael’s voice, mannerisms and attitude made it perfectly clear that this was just a game, a new and different way to get, and give, pleasure.

  “I’m sorry,” Jane ventured, easing herself into the role.

  “Sorry isn’t enough, Miss Jane.”

  “I promise never to do it again.”

  “Good, I’m glad you see the error of your ways, but you need to be punished.”

  “Punished…” Jane had meant it to come out as a question, but instead it turned into a moan of pleasure. How could she still be aroused? It felt like her lower body had been put through a wringer. He’d already spanked her… If he decided to turn her over his knee, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

  “Yes. You need to learn your lesson.”

  “But I said I was sorry.”

  “Enough.” Michael grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the wall. “I’ve had enough of your sass, young lady.”

  Michael marched her across the living room and made her sit on the coffee table. He took the chair across from her.

  They sat for a moment, starting at one another. A little frown line appeared between Michael’s eyebrows. Was she supposed to do something? Jane wondered. She thought back through the few pieces of schoolgirl-punishment erotica she’d read. Smiling to herself, Jane spread her legs, the skirt dipping between her thighs to hide her sex.

  Michael made a low rumbling sound. The bulge of his erect cock was clearly outlined by his slacks.

  “Is that appropriate posture, Miss Jane?”

  “Is something…wrong?” Jane spread her legs wider.

  “That is very unladylike behavior.”

  “What if I don’t want to be a lady?”

  “Then I won’t treat you like a lady. Don’t forget, you still need to be punished, and the punishment for a lady is much less severe.”

  “You don’t scare me.”

  Michael stood, stepping up to Jane and putting his leg between her spread knees. “We’ll have to rectify that.” He slightly mispronounced “rectify” the way a person did when they were using a word for the first time.

  “Are you going to punish me now?” Jane asked, head back as she looked up at Michael. Her fingers were knotted together against her belly.

  “Yes, I’m going to punish you now. Stand up, Miss Jane.”

  Jane tried to stand, but with Michael’s leg between hers it was difficult.

  “I said stand up.”

  “Your leg is in the way.”

  “No excuses.”

  Jane struggled to her feet, her crotch pressed to his thigh. Jane hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants to stay upright.

  “Miss Jane, are you trying to seduce me?”

  “No.”

  “Then why are you pressing your pussy against my leg?”

  “You’re in my way.”

  “Lying will get you a harsher punishment, young lady.”

  Michael stepped back, grabbed Jane by her upper arm and tugged her to the desk tucked in the corner of the living room.

  “I want you to bend over the desk, young lady.”

  Jane licked her lips, looking from the desk to Michael and back again. She was debating calling the game off. Her bottom was quite sore from her earlier spanking.

  “You have until the count of three, then you take the spanking bare-bottomed.”

  Jane let out a breath of relief. If he was doing it through the skirt it wouldn’t be as bad.

  Jane turned and put her hands on the desk, leaning forward slightly. Michael grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her down, exactly what she’d wanted. He stood at the side of the desk, facing her ass, his hand still on the back of her neck.

  “I think ten swats with the ruler will teach you to obey.”

  Ruler?

  Michael reached for the pen cup on the desk and pulled out a thin wooden ruler depicting great women through history. Jane hadn’t even remembered the ruler was there.

  “Count and say thank you after each spank,” he commanded, smoothing the flat of the ruler over her skirt.

  Smack. Michael brought the ruler down. The sound was muffled by her skirt, the sting muted. Jane was so busy trying to assess the feelings that Michael spanked her again before she could count.

  “Oops. One and two.”

  “Too late. You’ll take one on your bare ass for missin
g the count.”

  Jane concentrated on her counting, trying to ignore her pulsing sex. She was turned on by this, massively so. This was dirtier than the across the lap spanking he’d given her before. A little spanking during sex was not out of the ordinary. Sure, the way Michael had done it, while fucking her ass with a plug, was more than most people did.

  But this, being spanked with a ruler while pretending to be a naughty schoolgirl, was pure kink.

  Thinking about her other spanking, about the plug up her ass and the way he’d fucked her, turned Jane on to the point that she missed number six.

  Spank. “That was seven, Miss Jane. You missed six.”

  “Oops, seven, sorry.”

  When Michael reached ten, he set the ruler down by her head, where Jane could see it. He pressed his palm to her ass.

  “How does your bottom feel?”

  “Hot.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “A little.”

  “It will hurt much more when I spank your bare ass with the ruler.”

  “Please don’t,” Jane said in a voice that belayed her words. “I’ll be good.”

  “After I’m done with you you’re going to be a very good girl, Jane, but I have to be firm with you. Reach back and pull up your skirt. Show me your pretty bottom.”

  Jane inched her skirt up, caressing her abused ass with the fabric. She bunched the fabric around her waist.

  Michael laid his hand against her bare ass. “You have a lovely ass, Miss Jane. It is nice and pink.” He picked up the ruler. “Be a good girl and take your punishment.”

  Whack!

  Michael snapped the ruler down on her ass. The sound registered before the pain did. Jane yelped and tried to push up from the desk. Michael held her down.

  “One more.”

  Whack!

  He snapped the ruler against her ass a second time, this blow across the sensitive flesh where ass met thigh.

  “Stand up.” Michael’s voice was harsh as he hauled her up, giving her no time to process the pain from the second blow.

  “Hold up your skirt. Show me your sex.”

  Jane was shaking with arousal and pain. He looked so stern, jaw set, eyes hooded, one hand on his hip, the other holding the ruler.

  She grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it.

  “Lift it higher. Now spread your legs.”

  She lifted her skirt up all the way, then stepped wide. Michael’s nostrils flared and Jane blushed, knowing he could smell exactly how turned on she was.

  “Now I will punish you for rubbing your pussy against my leg.” He stroked her belly above the curls of her sex with the ruler.

  Surely he wouldn’t…

  Michael brought the ruler down between her legs then flicked his wrist, spanking her pussy.

  Jane shuddered. It hadn’t hurt, the wet slapping noise made it seem far worse than it was. He spanked her pussy again, catching the plump mound at the top of her sex. He spanked her that way again and again. Jane lost count, but knew it was far more than the twelve smacks her ass had taken.

  His steady rhythm of spanks to her bare pussy soon had her thrusting her hips forward. Each blow jiggled her sex enough to stimulate her clit.

  “Michael, Michael, please. Harder, spank me harder. Then fuck me, fuck me, oh please fuck me.”

  Jane was dimly aware of her litany of dirty talk. She begged and demanded, pleaded and cajoled, but did not move. She held rock still, afraid that shifting would throw his aim off, decrease her pleasure. Jane was balanced on the edge of something amazing, teetering there, waiting for the perfect touch that would set her free.

  Michael stopped.

  Jane opened her eyes.

  Michael smacked her pussy, hard.

  Jane saw stars. Her legs collapsed out from under her. Michael caught her as she went down on her knees. Her cheek brushed the bulge of his cock, and with her orgasm still shuddering through her, Jane ripped open his pants.

  Michael wrapped a hand around each pigtail and shoved his cock into her mouth. Jane sucked it down, holding him deep in her mouth before he pulled out and started fucking her.

  Jane reached between her legs, fingering her sore pussy and pulsing clit as he fucked her mouth.

  She brought herself to a second orgasm, reveling in the feel of being on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He’d used and abused her, fucked her and toyed with her, now his cock was in her mouth, her pussy and ass burning from his beating, and she loved it.

  Michael roared, slamming his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Jane swallowed as he came.

  After an endless moment Michael pulled his cock free of her mouth and sank down beside her. He lay on his back on the floor and Jane lay next to him, head pillowed on his chest.

  “Game over?” she asked.

  “Game over,” Michael confirmed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “I think my vagina’s broken.”

  “Ha!” Margo crowed.

  “Finally,” Lena said. “It’s been days. I was going to head over there and make sure you were both alive.”

  “We’re alive,” Jane said, “but just barely.”

  “Where’s Michael?” Margo asked.

  “He went to the grocery store.”

  “You let him drive?” Lena asked.

  “No, he walked. I went a few hours ago but apparently didn’t get enough food because it’s already half gone.”

  “Told you so,” Lena said.

  “I know, I forgot.”

  “Never mind that,” Margo interrupted. “Let’s hear about the sex.”

  “Omigod. It was, it was…whew.”

  “Details!” Margo panted.

  “I don’t even know where to start. There was bondage, spankings, ice. He found my toy box and my ass may never be the same.”

  “Did you have sex? Or is he sticking to his word?”

  “Does anal sex count as sex?”

  “Meh, depends,” Margo answered.

  “We’ll there was anal sex.”

  “Do you feel like he violated your trust?” Lena asked.

  “No.”

  “Then it doesn’t count,” Margo declared.

  “I hate to stop the sex chatter, and don’t think that we’re not coming back to this, but how’s the research going?” Lena asked.

  “I now have the complete opposite problem from what I had four days ago.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Now I have too much information, too many different places to go. There are a million different ways we could approach this.”

  “Maybe we should try to play the market,” Lena mused. “I’ll check up on what’s being bought right now. Superhero movies are done, we’re due for another spate of Shakespeare here soon.”

  “That might give me some direction,” Jane mused, leaning against the doorjamb as she absently toyed with her bangs.

  “What are the strongest options?” Margo asked.

  “Well, it could focus on infighting within the monster society, highlighting the culture. It could focus on the fact that they are dying, be more of a ‘save our species movie’ or, along that same vein, they could be represented as the guardians of the earth, and we could highlight ecological factors humanity has killed off that they remember.”

  “Hot damn. Those all sound good.”

  “There is something else,” Jane hedged.

  “Yes?” Lena and Margo asked.

  “We could, and I’m only thinking as a subplot, have a romance.”

  “You mean like Lena and Luke?” Margo asked.

  “Not exactly,” Jane said. “You see, Lena and Luke are a sort of…human couple. He’s playing by mostly human rules, right?”

  “There are some glaring exceptions,” Lena said, “but I get what you’re saying, so yeah, we function as a human couple.”

  “What I’m thinking of is a subplot that would focus on a human-monster couple that played by monster rules.”

  There was thick
silence from Margo and Lena.

  “Um…hello?”

  “I’m here,” Margo breathed. “I’m here and I’m freaking fascinated. What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Well, let’s just say that the idea of sacrificing a virgin to a dragon may be rooted in fact, and the virgin wasn’t for eating…”

  “Holy. Crap,” Margo said.

  “Exactly,” Jane said in satisfaction.

  “You’d have to be careful. Something like that could backfire.”

  “Not if the monster is a sort of Mr. Darcy/Heathcliff character.”

  “Wow. I think you should go for it, Jane. Actually, write that bit first and send it to me.”

  “I had no idea…” Lena said. It was the first thing she’d said since Jane mentioned the idea, and there was a note of hurt in her voice.

  “Lena, are you okay?”

  “I didn’t realize I was imposing human rules on Luke.”

  “I don’t think you are. Luke loves you. He’s crazy about you, and you’re great together, don’t freak out.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m not freaking out, I’m just going to talk to him about it.”

  A key rattled in the lock and Jane turned to the door. “Michael’s back. I gotta go. Margo, will you talk to Lena and keep her from freaking out?”

  Jane unceremoniously hung up on her friends as Michael walked in.

  He dumped the canvas sacks she’d made him take onto the counter. Jane, dressed in a short robe, rounded the counter to help him put everything away.

  “I love food,” Michael said happily as he pulled out a roll of salami and smelled it.

  Jane laughed. “I wish I had your metabolism.”

  “Why?”

  “Because then I could eat whatever I wanted and stay skinny.”

  “Your body is perfect as it is.”

  Jane blushed. “Thank you.”

  “I mean it.” Michael spun her into his arms, lifting her onto her toes, and kissed her long and deep. “Your body is perfect, your soul luminous and your spirit divine.”

  Jane melted into him. “I lov—”

  She stiffened in his arms and pushed away. Michael, looking confused, let her go. Jane’s heart was racing, her mouth dry.

  She’d almost told Michael she loved him.

  Worse—it would have been the truth.

  Stupid, stupid girl, she berated herself.