There was a smile ghosted, unconsciously, in the corners of the Commander’s mouth when the submissive pouted. It was a different expression on her, it struck him, a one she wouldn’t offer to him. Rather, one she shouldn’t.
He watched her closely as she undressed, noting how even smaller she appeared now – laid on his knee. It was too easy to fit his wrist around both of hers. Too easy to pin them on the small of her back. Valentine’s free hand moved down to part her thighs even further apart, making that feeling of vulnerability truly sink.
“Ready,” He said, more in way of a warning than to truly check in. The first hits that landed on the girl’s bottom hardly amounted to anything. Yet they rained down until Valentine was pleased with the well-warmed skin. Until rosiness blossomed to what wasn’t covered by her panties. From the corner of his eye, he kept attention gauging her headspace once the first few true smacks met her rear. His own reaction wasn’t lost on himself, but that Valentine could examine that later. Or not.
Lottie bit down on her lip as he parted her thighs. The feel of his solid legs below her body and her legs parted was not really helping stop her mind wandering where it really shouldn’t.
As his smacks began she had the thought that she really needed to control herself because a wet patch on her panties was going to be really…..she thought initially embarrassing but that wasn’t really it. In fact the more she thought about it the more she realised she wanted him to know how her body was reacting to it.
Suddenly the harder spanks began and she let out a gasp. Her ass was certainly warm now and that wonderful sting was beginning to build. “Don’t stop,” she moaned quickly followed by, “Oh fuck!” as a particularly hard hit landed on an already very red area.
Charlotte’s return was quicker than Kassandra had expected, though she certainly had no complaints. Taking a sip, she found the warm beverage rejuvenating as she continued her lengthy work. “My work will still be here at the end of the day. If you have time, please sit with me. I would love to hear about what you have been learning, Charlotte. It has been a while since we’ve lost spoken.”
Lottie gave a shrug and went back to her table to pick up her water and snack. Joining Kassandra at her desk she gave a quiet laugh as she teased, “Does Lord Oz pay you to keep an eye on the Montague students?” Taking a drink of her water she agreed, “I was away for most of the summer, I only got back in time for classes starting. But in course terms I’ve been enjoying my pure chemistry classes and am developing an appreciation for pharmaceutical chemistry so I thought I might look into that a bit more. What about you?”
“Yes,” Valentine nodded his head once, “My hand only.” Though he caught the subtle dart of the submissive’s gaze towards his belt and the rest of her thoughts weren’t hard to guess. His own followed in the same direction and he cleared his throat. “I prefer to keep things as simple as possible whenever I scene with a new submissive.” And this wasn’t exactly something he planned on enjoying. Just a favor, so to say. So there was no reason to think about how Charlotte’s pale skin would look striped by a belt. He made a motion for her to get up and undress. “Over my knee.”
Pouting for a second Lottie had to agree that he was probably right. This was a one off thing and there was a part of her that could appreciate the fact he was doing this for her and how badly she needed it. Still she could always fantasise about another occasion later. She stood up and removed her pants and bending over his knee. As she lay in position she smiled to herself and very ready for this.
Jim just snorted. “Run into them a lot recently? Or just when you deliberately go back to places you know would be crawling with Watch members?” He’d heard about her heading back to the Apothecary and getting arrested for her trouble, which he wasn’t that impressed with. He’d figured she’d know better. “I’ll be fine.”
The shock showed on her face at his comment but then she realised she shouldn’t really be that surprised he knew. He was in and out of Montague buildings all the time so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he heard about it. “There were no charges, the whole thing was a fit up. The commander knew damn well that he couldn’t make anything stick, he was just trying to scare me,” she protested. As far as she knew no one else had learned anything about just what the commander was holding over her and as long as it stayed that way she wasn’t worried….too much.
“I’d love to hear about what other subject you’re learning when you return,” she replied politely with a smile. “One packet of sugar, please,” she requested gratefully. As Charlotte left to order their drinks, Kassandra returned to her research, the immaculately organized desk filling with more notes. When the younger submissive returned, Kassandra smiled widely and thanked her before taking her drink. “Thank you, Charlotte.”
Lottie gave a nod at the request and left to pick up the drinks. There wasn’t much of a queue at that time of day and she was soon back and laying the coffee on the older student’s desk. “You’re welcome,” she replied with slight surprise that she knew how to carry out a civil conversation like this. “I’ll leave you in peace for a while,” she said as she headed back to her own desk and this dreaded assignment.
There was something in the girl’s expression – the tilt of her smirk that Valentine didn’t allow himself to acknowledge just yet. Instead, the Commander focused on listening to what she needed – it wasn’t hard, not when all his senses demanded he did so. He held Charlotte’s wide gaze with a seriousness that his tone helped drive home:
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Charlotte.” He leaned back just a bit. “You’ll take off your bottoms. Leave your underwear on. I will hold you down and spank you for as long as you need. You will give me your safewords – or, if you chose to – we can simply use the stoplights. You can beg and say no, everything you do is allowed and welcomed. You don’t have to count, I won’t stop until you’re where you need to be.” Valentine could tell she needed to cry, needed the catharsis of it. And that he could give her. “Understood?”
Her eyes widened in surprise when he said he would spank her. It was one of her favourite things but one that she rarely got outside of punishments and she hadn’t even had that many of them recently. “I understand and I’ll use the stoplights today,” she said, her stomach bubbling with excitement at the feeling she knew came from the pain of spanking and how it would last for a few days. “Are you using your hand or something else?” she asked, her gaze drawn to his belt but there were various items around her house, particularly in her kitchen if he wanted one of them.
Valentine’s lips pulled into a narrow smile, “Perhaps you should’ve seen me in my twenties.” Though if he was fair – he knew he’d always been exactly the way he was. Valentine’s life had always been – in one way or another about rules. His rules.
He reached for his mug, bidding his time to think, turn over the information in his head. There was tension in her, past the laughter, the taunt tight kind of wiring that could snap any moment and Valentine felt it was his job here to make it snap the right way.
“A few more things before I tell you what’s going to happen. Tell me what kind of an aftercare you prefer – after things go well and in the case, they don’t and you safeword.”
It always amazed Lottie how calming the simple act of kneeling could be. It would never replace a proper scene but it could make her head feel a bit clearer. She smiled to herself as she considered that it was a bizarre position that the very person who had caused her so much anguish over the last few weeks was now the person helping her.
His question brought her from her thoughts and she tipped her head as she considered. “A lot would depend on the scene but lying down and cuddling is good, stroking my hair and praise. I mean if I’m naked, bruised and fucked then a bath and that white cream help a lot.” She looked at him with a smirk doubting that would be an option but up close and when she wasn’t behind bars she could appreciate just how nice he would be naked and doing the fucking. Her grin lessened and she grew a bit more serious, “If I safeword then reassurance and cuddles. I need to know I’m quite safe.”
“You were irritating me,” she corrected, “or are you going to tell me that I don’t recognize what being irritating feels like?” She gave a shooing gesture. “But yes, flit away.”
“I imagine it’s a different feeling for everyone,” Lottie quipped as she turned away, “But I’ll no doubt see you later.”
Lottie's wild adventure 