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

Once they’d both recovered (Alexis still sniffling, but no longer sobbing) and repaired their attire, he showed to her bedroom where she obediently changed into the “pajamas” he’d bought specially for her.  She might have been wearing more naked, Alexis thought while rubbing her throbbing bottom and trying to come to terms with what had just happened to her, as the jammies were little more than flimsy gauze.

But that didn’t stop Charles Martin from pulling them down during her final hand spanking, lying over his lap on the hard, thin mattress that claimed to be her bed.  He wanted one more crack at that naked ass before heading off to his own bed, and told her it was to help her attitude, though really of course it was only for his amusement.  Slap! Slap!  Even the light slaps stung terribly on her well-abused bottom, and almost immediately the “chambermaid” burst into tears.  Slap!  Slap!  Charles was pleased, seeing her reddened hole and thinking smugly of her pert posterior pumped full of his seed.  Slap! Slap!  No doubt its hidden interior was as uncomfortable as its purple exterior, he’d given her quite a rodding.  Slap! Slap!  He couldn’t wait to do it again.

Remembering their time earlier, he fell into a punishing rhythm.  Tears fell from Alexis’ flushed features, soon making a puddle as the rough sheets fell behind in absorbing them.  Charles made a note to be sure the girl was properly hydrated at all time, as she’d be spilling forth buckets of sorrow during her visit.

“I’ll be good!  OW! Please, I’ll be good, I will!  Ow!  Owwww! ” By the end the exhausted Alexis genuinely wanted to improve her attitude.  She’d do better tomorrow!  Slap! Slap! Really she would! Slap! Slap! She’d flirt  with him and expose herself shamelessly and abase her herself humiliatingly before everyone she met! Slap! Slap!  She take him in her hands! Slap! Slap!  In her mouth! Slap! Slap!  In her bottom!  Slap! Slap! 

Her lewd promises were the sweetest candy.  He’d hoped to provoke another erection but he was, after all, an old man, and even this did not quite avail.  Disappointed, but already looking forward to morning, he tapered off the slaps as Alexis thanked him tearfully, then finally released her to sleep on the day’s events, scolding as he tucked her into the canvas-like sheets.  Alexis found herself absurdly ashamed by this failure to arouse him, though she was mostly reliecved.

Pulling the thin blanket over herself as she shivered in the unheated room, Alexis’ relief at the end of her day’s trials was tempered by the fact she still had an entire month of this treatment ahead… unless she managed to escape.    Exhausted, she slept fitfully, whimpering as she dreamed of new ways Charles might humiliate and punish her, awakening again and again in a sweat rubbing her bottom, sore inside and out. 

At midnight she rose wearily and tried the door, but crept back to bed and sleep when she found it locked from the outside.  The window appeared to be painted shut.  She supposed she wasn’t the first girl who hadn’t wanted to remain Charles Martin’s ward for her full sentence.   Perhaps she would ring Jack early in the morning and beg him to rescue her.  She didn’t think she could survive another day of this, let alone a whole month!  But how could she even face him?  Exhausted she fell back into bed, grudgingly accepting her fate for now.

In his room, Charles had much the same dreams but slept like a log, deeply content as he pondered the delicious weeks ahead.  The disconnected phone and locked bedroom door comforted his sleep.