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Lessons for Laura

Copyright © 2012 by Mia Savage.


Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press. Cover design by DJ



All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be
reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in
any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or
otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands,
media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously.


Adult Content Warning


This story contains sexually explicit acts involving
consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

Lessons for Laura




The antiquated bookstore I’d inherited from my grandfather was
quiet—too quiet. The echoes of my childhood adventures and discoveries faded
into the dusty shelves behind the empty register. Sitting at his desk petting
the old gray cat had become my routine between 10:00 and 6:00, six days a week,
with much of that time spent wondering why I was holding on to the place at all.

For me or him?

She walked in from nowhere that early fall afternoon. The
sound of her boots echoed on the wood floor. Up and down each aisle they tapped
a steady pace, and my subconscious fell in with their cadence.

Suddenly it was quiet and I looked up. There she stood with
a stack of heavy hardbound books that made a thud as she dropped them down on
the counter between us.

“I’ve been looking for these everywhere. You have a
wonderful and rare collection.”

My mind tried to comprehend the words as my body swarmed
with feelings long abandoned.

“Thank you,” was all I was able to say.

I knew the moment I looked into her dark penetrating eyes
and tantalizing smile, she would consume me. And I was ready to be consumed.


Lesson One


The sound of the old brass bell over the door and those
boots across the floor caused my heart to flutter. The jeans and light leather
jacket suited her strong, well-built saunter.

“Good evening, Laura.” Her tone and presence were, as ever,
confident and assertive. She kissed me on the cheek.

There had to be much more to her than what I’d discovered
over the past few weeks. We shared a passion for good books, good food, and
mind-blowing sex. Somehow I still felt there was more. Some place deeper than
she had allowed me to go yet. Deeper than she was ready to reveal.

“Are you ready?” Her hand nudged me forward to the stairway
leading up to my apartment over the bookstore.

“Are we in a hurry?” I circled around her playfully. “I have
to lock up.”

“I already have.” She took my elbow in her firm hand and
placed me back on the path in front of her, and then placed it in the small of
my back to guide me.

The door closed soundly behind us. She turned me toward her
and then pulled me in close for an almost hungry kiss. Scanning her strong
face, I noticed her eyes were darker than usual, and there was a mischievous
feel to her touch.

“Are we going out tonight?”

“No; I have something else in mind.”

Staying in was good. I hadn’t seen her for several days, and
I was so hot for her.

“I’ll order takeout. Would you like a drink?” I backed
slowly away from the intense stare that devoured me. Her eyes had a way of
pulling me in and allowing her an access I was normally very protective of.

As I turned, she pulled me back, almost roughly. I stumbled
for balance while she held me to another deep passionate kiss. My eyes closed while
my body surrendered to her much more quickly than I had intended.

She slowly released each button of my tailored cotton blouse
and pushed it off my shoulders while she engulfed any resistance in the kiss. The
blouse and my bra dropped to the floor together. Her hot hands floated just
above my skin, and the fine hairs raised to greet them. My skirt was on the
floor at my feet. Her fingers dipped into the front of my panties to confirm
the desire my body refused to conceal.

A dizzying quick turn, and I was pushed against the cool rough
stucco wall. Her strong hand pressed firmly to my back, holding me there until
my resistance stopped. Cold metal cuffs were placed on my wrists and she held
them firm to the small of my back.

“What the hell…?” I struggled against her hold, wondering
when exactly I let this happen. Trying to turn and knowing I couldn’t was
almost a pleasurable moment. My thoughts ran wild between the emotions.

She leaned against me, close to my ear. “Relax, Laura. I
won’t hurt you.”

Pressed between her heat and the cold wall caused me to
shudder. Her tongue slid over my neck as she traced a hot damp path across my
shoulders while her breath chilled the trails. Short perfectly groomed nails lightly
scraped across the exposed flesh of my ass, and a deep sigh of pleasure washed
across me.

Another quick turn forced me back to the wall, pinning my
cuffed hands behind me. She took a deep audible whiff of my fragrance. I wanted
her so badly I forgot my confinement and pushed toward her. She backed away,
pushing me harder against the prickly wall.

“Just stand there.” She held me with her arm fully extended
and looked me over as if sizing me up for something. I suddenly felt shame and
tried to force myself from the wall.

She moved back in close. “I said, ‘stand there.’”

The cuffs cut into my wrists to remind me of my situation. I
was at the complete mercy of someone I had only known a short time; yet somehow
I felt safe.

She reached into her front pocket. The sound of the blade
switching open stopped my breath, and my feeling of safety melted back into

Placing her fingers inside the thin hip string of my
panties, she cut them loose: first one side, then the other. The back edge of
the blade slid cold and threatening against my skin. She pulled the fabric
roughly from between my clenched legs and kicked my feet apart with the tip of
her boot. As I slid down into the open stance, the stucco scratched my bare

She reached in between my legs and discovered the result her
aggression had conjured. Her fingers swirled in my silky wet submission. I
pressed my head back to the wall and pushed my hips forward, craving her touch.

I want to hold her, but I can’t. I want to touch her, but
I can’t.

She held my yearning just this side of satisfaction. As my
belly shuddered to the onset of my climax, she pulled her fingers out and slid
them, warm and wet, up to my lips.

“Taste it, Laura; taste your consent.”

I turned my head, embarrassed both by her request and by my
own arousal at the scent. She pressed her wet fingers to my lips and pushed
them in just as she had done with my pussy. I took in a breath and tasted
myself for the first time in my life. Even when I masturbated, I never tasted
my fingers. As the flavor and the aroma took me, I sucked and licked her hand.
It felt a bit like a blow job—something I hadn’t done since before coming out
in college.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

I looked into her eyes as she watched my mouth discover yet
another pleasure beyond my comfort zone.

Her fingers slid out of my eager mouth down to my rock-hard
nipple. “Are you ready for the next step, Laura?” Her eyes scanned my face.

“What ... ?” My thoughts were lost in the madness of my body
starving for the release just below the surface of her taunting touch.

She turned me quickly again and pushed my face to the hard wall.
“Are you ready for your first lesson?” Her whisper blew hot into my ear, and I
wasn’t sure what I’d heard or if I’d understood it.

“What lesson?”

“Lesson One, Laura. Are you ready?”

She reached between my legs and gripped the fullest part of
my labia. She pulled back to force me to bend until my ass jutted out from the
wall. I would have agreed to almost anything if it meant she was going to fuck
me, and soon.

She landed a good hard smack on the cheek of my ass. “Answer
me.” Her tone no longer a whisper. Before I could speak, another in the same
spot. The sound resonated in my head as it landed on my ass.

“Stop!” I stood up quickly, and she forced me back into
position and held me until I settled.

“Why did you hit me?” Tears welled in my eyes.

“Answer my question, Laura.”

I felt her arm pull back for another smack as I blurted out,
“Yes…Yes, whatever you want. Just stop…”

Her hand landed anyway, in the exact same hot spot as the
previous two.

My tears were more from humiliation than pain. I was being
by my girlfriend! The tingle in my pussy was a direct contradiction to my disdain
for the spanking.

She turned me back toward her, and I tried to hide my face
and my tears. She lifted my chin and kissed the drops from my cheeks.

“I love the taste of your tears.” Her lips parted slightly to
suck them in.

She let go of me and walked over to grandfather’s old leather
chair across the small room. She stared at me for a few moments, and then
pointed to the floor in front of her. I stood there not sure the meaning of her
gesture. She pointed to the same spot on the floor again without speaking.

My focus was on the spot, frozen; not knowing if I wanted to
allow her complete control over my desires. I blinked, and suddenly she was
back in front of me. Before I could respond she had my hair tangled in her
strong hand, leading me to her request. After forcing me to my knees, she sat
back down in the chair calmly as I knelt in front of her.

What am I doing here, kneeling at her feet, bound and

She placed her hand on top of my head and lowered my chin to
my chest. My consciousness screamed, questioning my decision to submit to her,
while my body yielded to all the power she wielded over me.

My heart pounded as she placed her boot between my legs, forcing
me to spread my knees across the hard floor. The pointed tip kicked high under
my ass. I felt the worn leather brush past my moist lips and the scales of the
snake skin scratch my inner thighs.

“Squeeze your legs together.”

I looked up at her.

“Taking my boots off doesn’t require you to look at me.”

She placed her hand back on top of my head and pushed a bit
harder this time. I squeezed my inner thighs around her foot, and she slowly slid
it out of the boot. She kicked it free and replaced it with the other. I
squeezed again, holding the boot between my legs.

She leaned close to my face as if she could smell my fear.
“Very nice, Laura.”

The boot fell to the ground.

She lifted my chin with a stiff finger. I looked into her

“Your control needs work.”

“I thought
were in control.” My smug tone flashed
back at me through her expression.

A quick movement and I was face down across her lap. A swift
hand landed across my humiliation once again. She spanked my ass to my complete
loss of control. I kicked and cried out for her to stop, but my insolence only
seemed to feed her hunger for my suffering.

Her words flooded in past my confusion of body and mind.

“Very nice,” she said, while she rubbed the burning flesh
softly to comfort—or to possibly torture further.

I sobbed and twisted my hips to escape her touch. Not a good
plan. She dug her fingers in, squeezing until I stopped resisting again.

“Back to your knees.”

Much quicker to comply this time, I knelt there with a
tear-stained face and the pulse pounding in my raging pussy. I wanted her at
that moment more then I wanted my dignity back.

She placed her hands on either side of my head and pulled me
into her damp denim crotch. She hadn’t even let me touch her and had never
allowed me to even try. My hands reminded me of their cruel binds.

Her scent took me in and I allowed it to inflame my desire
to taste her, to drink her in and inhale the very power she controlled. I
wanted all of her. She took my head in both of her large hands, lifted me from
her lap, and held my face close to hers.

“You haven’t earned that privilege yet.”

My burning ass rested on my feet as I knelt in front of her
again, trying to swallow my disappointment. She stood up and stepped past me. I
didn’t dare turn to see where she was.

Some lessons are learned more quickly than others.

“Come here, Laura.” Her voice chilled me.

I stood in front of her ready to succumb to her next demand.

“I have to go.” She turned me, unlocked and released each of
the cuffs.

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