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

Halfway Home

The sharp, tangy taste of strap oil suffused Alexis' senses as her trembling lips touched the fearsome instrument again and again, as they had for the last ten minutes.  Bent over the bedroom dresser, she again tried and failed to calm her nerves, knowing the use it would soon be put to… but also plagued by a new itch.

"I trust you two have had time to become properly acquainted?"

Nodding, Alexis grunted and ran her tongue along the leather as she met his eyes, knowing it would make him smile.   Over the past two weeks she'd learned it was quite important to keep him on the bright side of things as her naked buttocks quivered, awaiting the daily morning punishment.  Her exposed breasts hung out of her maid uniform, uncovered, his to inspect freely as she bent to her task.  He gave each a long, lingering look of appraisal, until she was afraid he would find some excuse to heft them as well, as he sometimes did.

Charles had gotten up early to apply an extra coat of oil to the leather.  His leering face leaned in close.  "Some women even find kissing the strap a bit of an... aphrodisiac."  This was now a familiar line.  Of course, he'd also taken the liberty of adding an actual aphrodisiac to the oil, but there was no reason to tell her that.  The short-acting but powerful chemical was already making itself apparent.

Alexis blushed red as a beet, as she always did when he made such comments.  Indeed her nipples were again unaccountably erect, her clit was poking out rudely from its hood, and her exposed pussy lips felt like swollen sensitive balloons as sticky fluid seeped from between, itching for any stimulation. The first couple mornings this had happened she'd attributed it to her cycle, or the spanking, or perhaps nervousness.  But in her deepening humiliation she now thought perhaps the old lech was right and her body was responding to the submissive act of kissing of the strap.   Here she was already revved up, and she’d not even been touched yet. For shame! Was she a pervert?

"Are you one of those girls, Alexis?" he said, reading the embarrassment on her burning face.  The sure knowledge of her involuntary lust was exhilarating every time.  The feelings the little tart must be experiencing!  He slowly but firmly took hold of her incriminating left nipple where it hung and squeezed it.  

He was not disappointed by her reaction.  "Oh!  Oh sir!"  Her displayed pussy visibly clenched and her hips swung to and fro.   Even before he took matters into his own hands, Alexis could hardly think, she was so horny, and the new sensations radiating from her chest did not help matters.

He began shaking her breast with the nipple, sending ripples across her flesh and new wetness between her legs.  "Such a naughty girl!  These are like tentposts! You're going to get quite a lesson today." 

Alexis moaned in despair, fresh heat flooding her face and neck.  She might have known it would be bad this time, it was Saturday and Charles had all morning to entertain himself with his discipline of the "chambermaid."

“Let’s tie your hands to the desk so you’re not tempted to abuse yourself,” he suggested drily.

Hurriedly he did so, with some soft rope from the desk, moving with the efficiency of long practice.  He couldn't wait to work the strap oil into her lovely, so-very-deserving asscheeks.  He gave them each a few hand slaps and grinned at the thought of the chemical seeping into every pore.  If she was already hot and bothered from licking the soaked leather, by the time he finished reddening her behind she'd be gagging for it.

THWACK!  The now-helpless, formerly stuck-up little bitch yelped and he smiled.  Her red cheeks glistened with the oil, and Charles Martin chuckled as a line of slime began dripping down her leg, pussy lips clenching in need again.   The moaning slut was feeling it now!  THWACK!

He tweaked her clit with his left hand and she squealed and squirmed.  “Why, you’re little better than an animal!” THWACK!

He couldn’t resist curling an index finger inside those sweet, swollen lips, nearly penetrating her as his thumb worked back and forth across her swollen clit.  Alexis lost all control.  She moaned and tried to impale herself on the digit, much to her own dismay.  Even worse, he moved his hand away before her hips could mount it.  She sobbed with unmet need and unbearable shame.

“Look at this!”  He held up the finger, now coated with her juices.  “What is the meaning of these secretions, young lady?” THWACK!  His other hand was still busy.

It was like a bad dream. Even after numerous repetitions Alex could hardly believe this conversation was really happening.  But by now she knew an answer was required, one that would humiliate her deeply.  “My pussy was wet….because I’m a dirty slut!” she wailed.  THWACK!

Sobbing, Alexis abandoned herself to what she knew she deserved.  “Wahh! Oh, do punish me sir!  I’m a dirty, horny slut! Wahaahaa!”  THWACK! THWACK!   Charles was happy to oblige.  THWACK! THWACK!  And even happier to see Alex settling in so well.  THWACK! THWACK!  He’d make sure she knew she’d been punished.  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! It certainly was a delightful way to spend a Saturday morning.  THWACK! THWACK! He took his time, letting her fully appreciate each series he gifted her.  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“WAAAAAH!  Oh please!  WAHAAHAAA!”

The thrashing seemed to go on for ages.  She wailed and pleaded for mercy until her cries became incoherent.  Finally she just lay there and took it, only jerking pitifully (but delightfully, in Mr. Martin’s opinion) with each THWACK!

Finally satisfied, some time later he set the terrible length of leather reverently back in its glass case.  It had many more meetings with “young Miss Alex” to look forward to, and he wanted it kept in top condition.  It had certainly given her a workout today -- her maid uniform was soaked in sweat, leaving it even more translucent than usual.

Through her diminishing sobs Alexis heard him pick up his keys. "Now, you lay there and think about being a better maid.  I'm off to the corner shop for a couple things."

"I'll be at least 20 minutes," he added slyly, swinging an umbrella as he watched her slowly writhing, no doubt wishing her hands were free so she could rub her cheeks.  And more…

As she heard the door close behind her Alexis was already starting to wiggle her hips in anticipation, raw need overcoming embarrassment and the lingering pain.  After a few minutes, as her tears began to subside (and when she was fairly sure he wouldn't pop back in for his wallet or something, as he often did), she began to slowly grind her pelvis against the table, seeking some relief from her blistered buns through sexual stimulation.

Oh yes, that was better.  A little relief went a long way, and her sobs began to subside, heat building in their place.  She had more than a few minutes at least yet, even if he were back early.  Surely the squeaking door would warn her in any case.

Had she known there was a camera hidden behind her she might still have unable to resist the temptation, but would have at least kept her reactions more subtle.  As it was, she was grateful for the triple-glazed windows, as events took on their own inertia and her hips began bucking wildly against the desk in a manner she really didn’t want anyone to witness, least of all Charles Martin!  She fervently hoped he wouldn’t return now because she didn’t think she could stop even if he caned her. 

In moments she’d forgotten him entirely.  She’d never imagined such hunger could exist, her entire being was focused on the need to orgasm right now.  Tiny droplets of her arousal were spraying everywhere with the impacts and motions but she was beyond caring about making a mess.  She howled and squeezed her eyes shut, fingers alternately opening into claws and closing into fists, keening and wailing as the intense internal spasms overtook her.

Oh, it was so good! Her smile stretched wide as the unbearable itch was finally scratched.  Boundless pleasure radiated from between her legs as her swollen clit rapidly transited the well-worn edge of the desk. As the last blooms of ecstasy faded, Alexis slumped down, opened her eyes, and in the mirror, to her horror, saw Charles Martin staring at her from the open door, rain dripping off his hat.  His jaw was slightly agape.

Alexis’ embarrassment could not have been greater, as she winced and squeezed her thighs together, curling back down against the desk to hide her breasts with their still-swollen nipples.  Being stripped nude and spanked was as nothing compared to this humiliation!  He’d seen her hips working and her breasts bouncing, heard her moans and cries… even scented the products of her arousal.  And the smirk on his face now… Alexis squeezed her eyes shut, wishing for a hole to open up and swallow her.

“How dare you! Had I not returned for my hat who knows what other perversions you might have indulged!”  Of course there wasn’t much she could do with her hands tied but she was hardly going to correct him, was she?

Outwardly angry as he lectured her on the immorality of pleasuring herself on the ornate furniture (during a punishment, no less!), Charles was secretly dancing inside.  His timing had been perfect!  Oiling the hinges had paid off.  Of course he'd been able to check the camera on his phone, but it had still taken a bit of dexterity to personally witness her climax undetected, as well as having it on tape for later.  That memory would certainly keep him warm on winter nights.  And the guilty look on her face when she opened her eyes and saw him staring!  Caught in the act!

Best of all, now he had a perfect excuse for her next caning, a rare delight.  He’d tried to limit himself to once a week, so her canvas would be clean, but her bottom was awfully tempting.  An illicit desk diddling while he was away at market certainly qualified as a special moment. He salivated at the thought of the fresh lines she’d be sporting.

Alexis, for her part, would almost rather have been caned than allow Charles Martin to see her very most private, undignified moments, as was clear from her stricken expression.  Unfortunately for her, the haughty little bitch was getting both today, he reflected fondly.  He bent a favored length of bamboo between his fingers.

“This should teach you some manners, you filthy thing!” he exclaimed happily.  Swish! Swish! The sound sent shivers down her spine.

As he took up position behind her, she began shaking her head hopelessly, pulling on her bound wrists where they were attached to the very solid desk, hardly noticing that she was sliding her waist against the slick, shameful mess she’d made on the edge.  “No, please… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… please don’t…”

Swish-CRACK! "OWWW! I’M SORRY!! OH PLEASE SIR!"  He licked his lips as her hips flew around, just as enthusiastically as in her wanton lust moments ago, displaying her swollen, dripping charms with lewd abandon.  This was precisely why he didn't tie her waist, he thought wryly.  He took a slow victory lap around the desk, as she waved her striped flag of surrender.

Finally she saw his arm go back up and her lips trembled.

Swish-CRACK! “EEEEEEE! I'LL BE GOOD!  PLEASE! I'LL BE SO GOOD!”  But she knew her bargaining position was untenable.  He tapped her bottom lightly, a promise of punishment to come.

He gave her a few minutes between each stroke to wiggle her new stripe around, until finally she settled down, and then he gave her something else to wiggle about.  Alexis was by now quite aware of the correlation between decreased wiggling and the time to a new stroke arriving and consequently conspired to give him quite a show.

Swish-CRACK!  “AHHHHH!  WAAAHAAA! OH SIR!”  She began to sob hopelessly.  Her butt was his to decorate as much as he liked, there was nothing she could do but take it.

The last he made special.  "Wahhh! Oh no, not there, sir!  Waahhhaa!"  He was resting the cane at the deepest pit of her thighs, where her swollen pussy lips protruded smartly.  “Nonono---"

Swish-CRACK!  “AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  WAHHHHHHHHH!   WAAAHAAAA!”

Charles beamed.  The little tart had certainly felt that!  "Nothing like stripes on a wet peach, eh my dear?"  Alexis could not speak and barely heard him anyways.  From orgasm to cane stroke!  The pain in her sensitized sex was a hot nail and every muscle in her body was tensed in agony.  She'd never imagined a stripe could hurt so.   Tears poured from her stiff form and she gurgled in distress, unable even to draw breath for another shriek.

*******

Through the window she was wiping, Alexis saw her least favorite medical practitioner pull up to the house.  She shuddered, remembering their prior meetings.

Worst of all, the nurse knew exactly why she'd been summoned.  "Fancies a bit of spelunking, does he?"  She slapped the lines on Alexis' ass. "I've no doubt 'twill do the likes of you some good."  The nurse cackled with glee.  “’Tis the perfect punishment for a tart.  And certainly his Lordship has earned a bit of fun, taking care of the likes of you.”  She bit sharply on the last word. 

She eyed the mess on the table where Alexis' hips rested, well-stained from many such encounters over the years, and giggled at the stripe crossing her pussy, tracing it with her finger roughly to make her wince.  "Looks like you were caught in a little desk diddling, weren't you miss?"  Alexis' face burned with shame, which only increased as the nurse went on at length about the depraved condition of her sex, not limiting herself to its smell and appearance.  "You dirty thing.  Bet he enjoyed seeing that!  No wonder he wants a turn inside your sinful cheeks!  You’ve already had yours, and right in front of him I bet.  Shameless!"

A shocked and humiliated Alexis could say nothing as she was dragged by the ear into the bathroom, amidst sundry merry warnings the hairbrush was handy and itching for an excuse.  As she finished draining the enema bag into the naked girl the nurse leaned in and whispered conspiratorily, "At least he can't complain if you're enjoying yourself while he's enjoying himself.  Don’t you think?” She giggled and tweaked the exposed clit. ”You lean over that table again and have another nice little treat while he takes you, dear!"  Alexis bloomed scarlet and just tried to ignore the awful words as the fluids filled her.  When she returned from emptying herself, the nurse finished with a healthy injection of petroleum jelly.

Finally she fulfilled her role as housemaid-in-training by reluctantly getting on her knees to thank the nurse.  With bowed head she stammered her utmost gratitude to the other woman, who took the effusive compliments with some salacious dancing, hips swiveling.  The nurse did enjoy seeing them appreciate her efforts, and it was exciting knowing what the girl was being prepared for.  It was a shame she’d had no excuse to give the wretch a brush with fate, so to speak, but she’d be enjoying herself at home in no time, thinking of Alexis’ concomitant debauched state as her hands delved and wove tapestries of bliss.

Now that she was cleaned and lubricated, it was time for Alexis to offer herself.  She didn’t need to be told where or how.  In her bedroom she donned white, thigh-high stockings with garters, but nothing else.  She slowly ambled her way back to the study and the desk, knowing what was expected and not liking it one bit.   Entering the study, she could still smell her musk in the air and was sure he could too.  Naturally the desk’s edge was never cleaned, and the sight of her mostly-dried secretions was making her feel just awful, particularly when Charles noticed her glance and smirked.   

“Looks like you’ve already set the mood.”  Alexis grimaced briefly before resuming relaxed features.

She knelt before him and with shaking fingers took his pants down, then his undershorts, her desultory actions revealing her fate.  Inwardly she groaned at the sight of the tool of her looming lesson in English rodding. Nonetheless she bent her lithe form over the same smooth edge she’d earlier debased herself on with such wanton abandon.  The strap and cane had taught her well these past weeks.  There was no escape.  She’d just have to make the best of it.  Besides, she deserved it, for what she’d done earlier.  Thinking of the nurse’s words she tried to position herself without being too obvious, shifting her feet to get comfortable.

Finally she could delay no longer.  Alexis swallowed beneath his beaming smile as he stepped nearer.  "Please sir, may I... be of use to you?"  Then, most reluctantly of all, she reached behind herself, took hold of her striped cheeks, and spread them wide, feeling his rapt gaze on her most intimate of intimates, including the still-burning stripe he’d painted across her lips at the crease of her thighs.  The anticipation was awful for her as he paused to savor this delicious moment of her utter submission.  She was giving him the most demeaning gift possible, demonstrating once again her total subservience to his will.  But she could also feel her swollen clit nestled against the table, with its promise of pleasure.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Oh.  Oh! Ah!”

Her penetration was well-lubed, but still quite uncomfortable, not to mention thoroughly degrading.  But her hips shifted against the table with each thrust, and events again began to run their natural course.  She moaned and her shapely limbs shook as feelings of lust and shame swirled inside her.  When he took hold of her breasts and squeezed her nipples she could stand it no more.   Oh Jack! she thought.  Here she was, being punished with another man’s hard penis in her bumhole, rubbing against the mess she’d made earlier, his balls slapping painfully against the burning line he’d painted across her thighs and pussy, and instead of being disgusted and chastened like a good girl, she was… she was… oh, she was…

“Ohhhhhh!” Her hips flexed madly.  Conscious thought fled.

Charles Martin was elated.  The little minx was actually orgasming again!  And this time, with him inside!  He'd planned to keep her on the post for another good bit, but this instigation proved too much for his self-control and he began emptying his balls into the bound girl, bellowing and thrusting madly as the two reached bliss together.

Later, Alexis could hardly admit to herself what had happened.  She never would have imagined a session with the horrid old goat could actually make her… she couldn’t even think the words. 

No, the less said to Jack, the better, she decided.

*******

It was a Thursday just after lunch.  Alexis squealed as Charles took her securely by the left breast and pulled her over his knee.  He did not release his grip as his other hand descended.  Her outfit presented little challenge to his efforts in either direction as  she was soundly spanked and firmly groped. 

“Ow! Oh sir, I’m so sore already!  Please not so hard!”

From past experience she knew her "afternoon spanking" would go on for some ten or twenty minutes, after which she would spend a half hour or so on her knees, edging him between her lips till her jaw ached, until he signaled her to finish him off.  At that point, her movements would become comically urgent in her efforts to maximize his pleasure, until finally she enjoyed the fruits of her success.  If she was lucky she'd then be allowed to swallow, if not she would have to play with his come in her mouth with her tongue and lips, grimacing until he was satisfied the task had adequately brought her to heel. 

Then it would be an afternoon of cleaning, hours spent scrubbing on her hands and knees, before dinner.  Counting the days, Alexis realized it was nearly fourteen since her arrival.  She was halfway home!  A nearly physical ache arose in her chest at the thought of returning to her comfortable life of shopping, parties, and dear old sweet Jack, who had only once taken her “in the manner of a schoolboy,” that time when  she had cut her hair.

She only had to endure.