commanderalonso‌:

By the time the girl’s ass glowed red and sore Valentine’s chest heaved slightly, not by the strain of effort, rather something that he struggled to keep at bay. His eyes roamed the slightly rumpled folds of her shirt. The way it bunched under the submissive’s hands where he kept them pinned, revealing the small of her back, baring the line of her spine all the way to where it curved into her pert ass – pushed high and eager. He tried not to think about how fitting it would be to tuck her panties down and continue spanking her, making the folds of her pussy as sore as her ass was, but his cock twitched betraying himself to his own willful ignorance. He thought it natural, to be aroused, she was crying now in the earnest and Valentine had never managed to be partial to a crying submissive. It was beautiful sigh and to know that it was done by his own hand – well…

“Come on,” He cleared his throat, pulling the girl into his hands. It wasn’t a hard task – she fit well in his embrace as well as she had fit in his lap: “You did so good. How do you feel, can you stay under a bit longer?”

Lottie didn’t offer any resistance as he lifted her.  Her ass stung and burned but it was that wonderful pain that she loved and her head felt clearer than it had in days, weeks if she was honest.  “I feel much better,” she replied honestly. “Thank you.”  She looked at him with a shy smile and wondering how to proceed.  In most circumstances she would expect this to move on from spanking but he had made it clear that wasn’t happening, no matter how much she wanted it.  Instead she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths and let her body settle a little from all it had just gone through.

commanderalonso‌:

Valentine met the girl’s eye, nodding at her thank: “You’re
very welcome, Charlotte.” He returned biting a laugh, that threatened to leave
his lips at this very polite exchange when their previous ones had been nothing
of the sort. And if he was to judge by how the girl behaved around his men, she
wasn’t really used to schooling her tongue.

The little sniffle to
her breaths when his hand landed over the now sensitive skin that wound soon
turn sore, sent a particular twitch to his cock, that only stiffened further
when the girl pushed her ass for him.

“That’s a good girl,” The Commander’s words spoken more out
of instinct than thought, encouraging. He moved Lottie’s hands higher on her
back, making the strain more demanding.

The polite reply in other circumstances would have produced a smart remark but she was far too busy thinking about the heat building in her ass and her lower stomach.  

Her ass hurt a lot now as the smacks continued to rain down across her scarlet skin.  She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer as the pain reached greater heights and though it was only his hand the continued pressure over the same areas repeatedly made it feel worse.  Stretched out further as he held her hands on position she had to fight her thoughts of being held and teased by him further.  Keeping those thoughts at bay were becoming increasingly difficult though as he muttered small words of praise.

commanderalonso‌:

Valentine’s hands tightened around the girl’s wrist in a wordless reassurance that no, he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The tiny gasps of sound that escaped her when his hand contacted with her skin harder, needled a familiar desire under his skin. A smile, unconsciously, slipped on the man’s lips as he painted Charlotte’s bottom even redder. The skin already well rosy, was soon flush and on it’s way to a shade that he would deem satisfactory.

And if his fingers occasionally caught on the hems of her panties, Val deemed that a complete accident. He allowed his palm to rest over the swell of her skin for a moment, feeling the heat that radiated into his hand.

“You’ve got a really pretty skin, Charlotte.” He observed she had the type of delicate pale complexion that would’ve looked lovely with cane welts.

As the hits became harder Lottie couldn’t stop the odd moan escaping her lips.  His fingers brushed over the edge of her panties on more than one occasion and those accidents were doing nothing to help Lottie’s focus.

When his hand rested on her bare skin she could feel the lingering sting that she loved so much.  Biting her lip as the warmth of his hand mixed with the heat of her skin and she wondered if she would have any bruising.

His compliment surprised her but she turned her head to catch his eye, “Thank you Sir.”  She was slipping into the head space she needed and as he started to spank her again his hand began to bounce off areas which had already been marked and the pain started to build.  Her eyes began to water though she pushed her ass up a little to encourage him further at the same time.

commanderalonso‌:

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.

commanderalonso‌:

“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.

commanderalonso‌:

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.

commanderalonso‌:

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.”

commanderalonso‌:

He’d asked for the beverage for the comforts of routine, having her hands keep busy with something and keep the girl’s thoughts from straying towards needling into questions they both knew the answers wouldn’t make sense. Yet once the scent of warm milk and cocoa wafted from the kitchen Val’s stomach reminded him it had been the previous night he’d last stopped to eat something.

There was something endearing in the way she went back and forth spitting sentences from which Valentine could only guess the thought process that led to each. That’s why he didn’t stop her right away.

“Thank you.” Eventually, the Commander reached for the tray, essentially putting a stop to her wanderings. “Kneel, Charlotte, and tell me when the last time you submitted was.”

Lottie paused, her hands still in position as he took the tray away from her.   Watching him for a moment she gave a slight nod at the instruction and dropped to her knees.  His question though was a lot tougher.  She closed her eyes for a moment and thought back, a slight shudder at the memory of the ridiculous scene she had endured and come out of feeling barely better than she had at the start.  “It was about two weeks ago, he was cute but didn’t really have a clue.”  Looking up with a smirk she laughed, “I bet you could have taught him a thing or two.  He didn’t even insist on title or rules.”  She might have been laughing but anyone even scratching the surface of Lottie would know that she craved rules and obedience.

commanderalonso‌:

Valentine followed the girl into her apartment, stopping in the hallway after her. He took his jacket off, and the cold along with it the toed off his shoes.

“No.” The Commander agreed quickly with a narrow smile. Valentine had spent some time in here prior and with plenty of his watchmen going through Charlotte’s things looking for just about anything that could be used against her and her family. “I’m not here to do a search and even if I was I’d need a warrant to make whatever I find here legal in court. I think your lawyer is very familiar with that loophole.”  

This too was a loophole. At any other time, he could be a man of the law, even here, but not now. Now could be absolved if it wasn’t put on record, then who can tell it ever happened.  

His brows tipped up a little as if to ask if she had any more questions to ask, any more fears that he could shake off. “Show me your living room, then make something you prefer to drink when it’s cold. Tea, cocoa, coffee – anything. Then come and kneel by my side when you’re done.”

Lottie could see the moment he understood her reservations and she knew as well as he did that Spencer would tear strips off him if he attempted to bring any charges based on this visit.  She gave a slight shake of her head at the unspoken question, in some respects she was quite happy to be at home and when he finally left she didn’t have to face some awkward journey back to her house and not quite feeling 100%.  

“My living room is just down here at the end of the hallway,” she said as she lead the way.  Opening the door she let him in and paused for a moment before nodding as if to confirm the request and left again.  Hanging up her coat and taking off her own shoes as she reached the hooks in the hallway she grabbed her purse and took it with her to the kitchen.  Putting on some milk to heat up for cocoa she checked her phone and then busied herself with preparing the two drinks.  Lottie places the mugs on a tray and since she hadn’t eaten since lunch and doubted he had either she put some cookies on a plate too before she carried the tray through.

“Here you go….  Do you need sugar?…..  I didn’t bring any…..  Do you want some?…..  I brought cookies though.”   Each time she went to kneel she remembered something else and jumped back up, her desire to do this right and please him suddenly making her uncharacteristically nervous.

commanderalonso‌:

There was a moment where Valentine wasn’t sure she’d agree, a hesitation in her despite the obvious need to submit. He waited it out, breathing out a sigh when Charlotte gave in.

“Alright.” Val gave a jerky nod. He could justify it all in his head later when he had the time. He could justify it now, even – making the scales of what’s owed between them even. The little slip of paper in his pocket had tipped them some and now he set them fair. He closed the door once the girl took her seat, and when he moved into his own Val went through the same procedure of pulling the belt over her. When the heater hummed to life, his fingers tingled with the numbness from the cold easing away.

“Close your eyes, I’ll tell you when we’re there,” Val assured her, leading the car into the pouring traffic. Half an hour later as dusk was starting to settle onto Verona, he finally reached the front of the girl’s building. “We’re here.” He touched a hand over Lottie’s shoulder, “Show me your apartment.”

Lottie’s stomach flipped as she slid into the seat, a huge part of her screaming loudly to stop whatever madness she was thinking of and get away from him but the simple actions of him closing the door, belting her in, the simple order already had her slipping under and she had to trust him  These thoughts continued on the periphery of her consciousness as she felt the car stop and move off again, turn corners and speed up again.  She didn’t cheat, it didn’t occur to her to peek as she followed his instruction.

It wasn’t until he told her to show him around that she opened her eyes and looked out the window at her own front door.  A wave of panic ran through her at his request but she knew deep down that everything was well hidden behind a locked door, her father had drummed that into her from the first day he told her the truth about his work.  With a quick nod Lottie undid her belt and climbed out of the car barely registering how late it had grown and how long ago she had left her house for class.

Opening the door she stepped in first and flicked the hall light switch.  Stepping aside so he could come in she shut the door behind and locked it out of habit.  “Do you really need the tour?  You spent rather a long time here as I recall,” she asked as the question rose in her mind again, was this just an unofficial search.  She could hear Spencer screaming at her not to be so stupid and send him away right now but still she didn’t.  Lottie just watched him, waiting for his response.