I
knew I was in for it… but I didn’t know exactly when. I’d
so not wanted to be here… and tried to weasel out of the
party, to no avail.
. . .
Wandering towards the back of the house, boyfriend, Will, all of
a sudden pulled me by the hand into Reggie's private den, just
off the larger library. He
said he wanted a break from the incessant chatter and cigarette
smoke.
As he closed the doors behind us,
the music playing beyond the room was nearly silenced; but the
silence that settled around me had a foreboding quality,
enhanced when I realized that Reggie was in the room, his lovely
date somewhere else. It
was just the three of us, with the doors closed, a world away
from the festivities in the other parts of the house.
I instinctively drew away from Will
and stepped back, staring into two pairs of chilling eyes.
The blood likely drained from my face at the very sight
of that much cold focused on me.
"What's going on?" I said, my voice nearly
cracking.
"No excuses, Alexandra,"
Reggie said, in the same clipped distinct tones that demanded my
submission so many times. So cool. So curt. So utterly alarming,
his finally sculpted features never cease to amaze and frighten
me. But then, that
only stands to reason; he was the first man to dominate me.
"No excuses?" I repeated,
trying to decide what he meant.
"No excuses, Alex," Will
repeated.
I raised my eyebrows to question
him.
"You have no excuses not to be
the woman of your desires," my sometime lover continued.
"You know who you are, you know your crimes, your
cravings and your own manipulative heart.
I think you'd be glad to have two men to keep you
honest."
"What are you going to
do?" I asked.
"You think I was going to let
you get away with lying to me tonight?" Reggie asked.
"Lying?"
"You lie again about your
stunt, you'll regret it."
"Will did spank me before we
came," I said.
"That was because you wouldn't
get out of bed," Will said.
"There's a larger crime to pay for here.
I told you this was a perfectly innocent party.
And you didn't trust me.
Reg and I had no plans to put you on the spot, and yet
you refused to believe me, as many times as I told you
that."
I fidgeted with my hands nervously,
and looked away from him. I was guilty as charged.
"Alexandra!" Reggie
snapped me to attention.
"And then you blatantly, and
not very convincingly claim you're ill, just to get out of
going. That was really lame," Will said.
"I made a
miscalculation," was the only defense I could muster.
"You could have been honest,
Alex," Will said, as if that was simple.
"Tell me, Alexandra, how sick
were you?" Reggie interjected, a rather lighthearted grin
appearing on his face. That was the worst, what was behind it
was pure disaster. And that was just seconds away.
I stood for some moments trying to
decide exactly how much to admit to, how much I could get away
with.
"You know it might help to tell the truth, the way
you used to," Reggie prompted me.
"I don't know why you're
putting me through this. I
guess you must just love to see me squirm. Of course I wasn't sick.
Unless you call being scared to death, sick?"
"Let's try you on the
stool," Reggie said. He'd
heard enough of my explanations, pointing to a low leather
stool, an exact duplicate of one in the outer library on which
I'd had my very first punishment from the dominant Reggie.
If they hadn't planned it this way, the coincidence must
have been fined tuned by the gods.
"Appropriate that you wore a scarlet dress," he
added. "We'll
see if we can make your bottom just as red."
It was useless to try and weasel
out of this horror, though I'm not sure I even wanted to, when I
realized the surfacing arousal.
These two men, these two wild-hearted, stern-faced,
cold-eyed dominant men with their eyes so fixed on me; I
couldn't very well deny the passion, even if I knew it would
hurt like hell before the next half hour was over.
I went to the stool and pulled up
my dress—no need to make them order me to do the inevitable.
My bottom was as bare as a babes' facing them, ready to
be punished, as I knelt on hands and knees.
I heard them only briefly behind me, unsure at first who
was intending to do the honors.
I should have suspected that they'd both have a
"crack" at my ass before they were through, but I had
my eyes tightly closed too afraid to look.
As soon as the first blow landed, I
peeked, seeing Reggie standing behind me with a flat wood paddle
in his hand. His
jacket off, the shirt sleeves rolled up, he was as no nonsense
with this punishment as I'd ever seen him.
Feeling the second smack land on my bottom, I closed my
eyes again, and tried my best to endure the assault.
I didn't even see Will, though I imagined he was not far
off, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Reggie reddening my
swaying bottom . . .
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