A Month With Mr. Martin (A Sequel to The Headmaster's Schoolgirl Wife)

“Dear, could you pass the butter?” 

Alexis’ fine features assumed a mocking smile.  “Here you are sir,” she told her husband, a bit sarcastically.  Jack raised an eyebrow from behind The Times, his breakfast of runny eggs and burnt sausage steaming in front of a plate of barely warmed toast.  His pretty young wife had many lovely qualities, Jack reflected, such as her petite, well-kept school-girlish figure and her inheritance, but cooking skills were not among them...  nor was serving to her liking.

“Indeed.  A spot of orange juice while you’re up, if you don’t mind?”

Alexis huffed, pretending not to hear, and sat down to her own exquisite seven-part omelette she’d had delivered from a restaurant in town, plopping a stick of butter in front of him hard enough to partially deform it.  “Oops!” She waved a hand carelessly, dismissing the matter as beneath her.

Jack frowned at it, then at a bit that had been spalled onto his tie by the impact.  “Indeed. Oh, by the by dear, Charles Martin has asked me if I’d like to take him up on his deal.”

“Deal?  What deal?”  She hadn’t thought about Charles in weeks.  Inwardly she purred as she remembered how thoroughly she’d put him in his place.

"Don't you remember? At the holiday party he offered to take your niece in hand for a month."  Alexis' jaw dropped in mid-bite, the luxurious taste souring in her mouth.  A month playing her niece for old Charles Martin! Jack couldn't be serious!  "Said he'd straighten her out, if I recall."

Alexis chewed furiously, hardly noticing the expensive cheeses and rare mushrooms, shuddering involuntarily at the memory of the last time she’d met Charles as her niece, and how painful and humiliating that meeting had been, bent over his desk next to Kimberly and Brittany as the girls were stripped, fondled and strapped together, then alone on her toes with her thighs spread to expose everything… and then blushing as she recalled the groundskeeper had barged in to join an extended, unwelcome perusal of her garden of feminine delights, close enough to comment on her scent, as well as the moist state of her pussy. Doubtless old “Sheets” was still enjoying the intimate photo he’d taken even as he left new stains on his namesake, moaning her name. 

Best quash this notion straightaway.  “What a silly idea!”

“Nonsense, my dear! I think it would be lovely, just you and Charles and his… collection, alone for a month.  A bit more coffee, my sweet.”  Alexis mulled as she fetched the hot drink instead of rolling her eyes at him, suddenly boundlessly eager to keep her husband happy.   She certainly didn’t want any straightening out!  And least of all by him! She shivered at the thought of the delight Charles would take bringing her to heel again, punishing her pert young bottom day after day, as much as he liked.

But then she relaxed, remembering her hold over the former headmaster.  If Charles Martin thought he’d ever get another shot at her nubile, sensitive buttocks and thighs he was deluded.  If he really wanted her over again she wouldn’t mind treating the old lech to some more “practice” with the strap and cane… on his own bottom.  She’d visited nearly every day while the matter of the Martins’ back taxes had been settled, and she couldn’t help a small smile at the memory (and a bit of warmth between her thighs, if she was honest).  In between planning the galas and fundraisers to restore the historic Martin estate, there had been quite enough time for her to repeatedly repay his kind tutelage of “Alex,” the niece she’d pretended to be at Jack’s school.  He’d given her many fumbling, nervous lectures on the benefits of strap oil but had not enjoyed the results, she thought, smirking.  And she’d needed ever so much trial and error with the cane before she could leave neat arrangements of red stripes like the erstwhile master.  It really was a pity, but “practice makes perfect!” she’d gaily reminded him as he absorbed another stinging blow.  The sounds he’d made in response were particularly lovely to recall.

He hadn’t liked his lessons a bit, she thought smugly.  But he’d had no choice other than to bend over gratefully each time, as he’d otherwise be homeless.  Money might not buy happiness, but it could certainly fund misery.  She’d more than paid him back, with interest.

“He also something about ‘certain irregularities’ in the accounting and suggested your niece might want look into it.” He lowered the paper and looked her in the eye. “You’d better take the request seriously, I’m afraid.”

"You aren't worried, he might, ah... take advantage of my niece?"  She wiggled her bottom enticingly as she poured his coffee.  She wasn’t really worried, old “Charlie” (as she liked to tease him) was quite neatly under her thumb.  And she’d certainly give him a reminder of why he was still in that lovely home, so she would.  After reviewing all his implements, she would finish the visit, she decided, with a long, hard spanking with her bare hand over his stripes and streaks, until he begged off, just to make it clear even her slender, delicate fingers could tame him.  Her palms itched at the pleasing thought.

Jack scoffed.  "Of course not, dear!  I'd never let another man between your legs.  Poor old drunk probably can't even get it up anyways."  They both laughed, and then Jack demonstrated he could excel where Charles Martin lacked, the panting Alexis now more than happy to accommodate.

Later, as they lay sweating and catching their breath, he comforted her.  "I doubt he'll give you any trouble.  And I'm sure you needn't stay the whole month.  At any rate it will give you a chance to check up on the estate, and clear up this accounting error he spoke of."  They agreed she’d probably just paid for a few personal items on the foundation account, and surely the bookkeepers could work it all out once she got the details.  It was nothing to worry about.

Jack was likely right, she thought, drifting off into the delicious haze of sleep.  Still, it was odd Charles would invite her personally, so if he’d found some leverage perhaps she'd enjoyed her revenge a little too much...