Mia's Spanking Diary (5 page)

How long had I slept in the back of the cop car? I had no
idea, but my sleep was at the deepest level, the place where the concept of
time has no hold. I might’ve been out for only a minute, but it could’ve been
hours, too.

“Did you change?” I asked, hoping he had. If not, then the
cop had been some other guy.

“Did I not make myself clear, sub?” The edge in his tone
worried me. I had felt so close to the cop. I didn’t feel close to this man.
Could he have changed so much?

“What?”

“Time. To. Go. Home.”

Though I wanted to mentally compare the phrasing and tone
that the cop had used to Lex’s, I found myself leaping from the car like a
little soldier following the orders of his commander. I stood beside him and
gazed into his gorgeous eyes.

“Better, little one.”

“May I come back to your club, Lex? I did what you asked.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Ask the officer,” I said, hoping to spot a clue from his
reaction. But none came. I found no change in him. Not one. His eyes never
blinked, and he stood as still as a statue. “I deserve to come back, Lex.”

“You think so?” His lips curled up, making me weak in the
knees. “Well, I’ll think about it.”

“Please?”

“I like that you know how to beg, but you need to learn when
it works and when it doesn’t, sub.”

I felt like I was blowing my chance for a repeat visit to
The Cell. I needed to switch tactics with Lex, but wasn’t sure how.

He reached into the backseat of the vehicle and pulled out
the blanket. Wrapping it around me, he led me out the door. I turned and took a
long look back at the scene.

“You’ve got quite the setup here at your club.” I sighed,
recalling the spanking the officer had given me. “You should be very proud of
what you’ve created here.”

His eyes widened as if I’d hit some kind of nerve in him. He
stared at me for the longest time. He finally shook his head. “You’re such a
sweet treasure, pet. I didn’t know a woman like you even existed in the world.”

I wasn’t entirely sure that was a good thing. “What do you
mean by that?”

“Enough talk. You’re exhausted. You need rest since you’re
coming back tomorrow.”

Totally thrilled that he was going to allow me back in the
club, I nodded. With my hand in his, Lex led me out of the club the same way
we’d come in.

The limo was idling by the side door with the driver
standing by.

Lex opened the door for me. “I’ll text you with instructions
for tomorrow night, Mia, just like I did today.”

“Thank you.”

Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled
me in for a kiss. His mouth crashed against mine, and I melted into him. As his
tongue swept past my lips, I became wonderfully woozy.

And just as fast as the kiss had come, it ended, leaving me
wanting more.

“Goodnight, little sub.”

Like yesterday, I sat and waited, the day not quite
beginning until my phone chimed. Lex’s first text came early and with his very
specific instructions.

Breakfast will arrive shortly. Don’t pick at it. Eat
until you are full. You’ll need you’re strength tonight.

It felt amazing to have someone take care of every detail of
my day.

Fifteen minutes after I’d first read the text, there was a
knock on the door. Right on time.

The delivery girl handed me the packages with the delicious
breakfast inside. I could smell a dozen culinary aromas like bacon, eggs,
honey, bananas, strawberries, and so much more, causing my stomach to growl.

“Let me get you a tip after I put these on the table.”

She shook her head. “No tip. Strict instructions from your
husband.”

I thought about correcting her, but didn’t. She wouldn’t
care one way or the other. But her calling him my
husband
got my mind
buzzing. What was he to me? I’d only met him recently, but now I was following
his every direction. I still thought that the cop and Lex were the same, but I
wasn’t totally sure. If not, I hadn’t even had sex with Lex. I couldn’t call
him
my
Master. I knew that to be more of a formal act in the BDSM
community. And yet, I couldn’t refuse him anything. I’d known it that first
meeting when I’d pulled my panties down to my ankles in the lecture hall. And
it wasn’t just being in the same room that turned me into soft clay in his
hands. Even his texts unhinged me so much that I could not resist his words on
my cell’s screen.

“Do you need anything else?” she asked, smiling broadly.

“No. This is fine. Thank you for bringing this to me.”

“My pleasure.”

I closed the door, and per Lex’s instructions, I ate the
meal he’d sent. Try as I might, I couldn’t finish it. I doubted that a family
of ten would’ve been able to. Every bite had been delicious and satisfying.

The next text came, and the next.

Each and every one, I followed to the letter. And every time
I completed one of his tasks, I grew prouder of myself and more excited about
the evening he had in store for me.

There was another knock on my door.

Thanks to the most recent  of Lex’s texts, I knew the
person knocking was Vivian, the woman I’d met at the BDSM boutique yesterday.

I opened the door. “Come on in.”

“Hi, Mia.” She grinned and handed me the box in her hands.
“Did you have fun last night?”

Fun didn’t begin to cover it. I’d discovered something about
myself. I was still discovering with every small task. “I did. What kind of
outfit does Lex have me in tonight?”

Vivian’s lips curved up in a smile. “One of my personal
faves, kiddo. A slutty maiden dress that will knock his socks off.”

I was glad to hear that. “Do you have time to come in for a
cup of coffee, Vivian? I have some questions I’d like to ask you, if you don’t
mind.”

“I heard you are working on a thesis. Until Lex gives the
green light, no one is going to talk to you about the life. That includes me.
I’m sorry.” She gave me a sympathetic look.

I sighed. “No worries.”

“That’s not to say I won’t be talking with you soon. I think
you’re about the only woman who has ever been able to get under Lex’s skin.”

The only woman to get under his skin?
How could that
be possible? I was confused but also foolishly hoping it was true. “You can’t
tell me that he hasn’t been with a lot of women. Maybe even you?” That thought
sent a bolt of worry and jealousy through me.

Vivian shrugged. “Not me. Boy, don’t think I wouldn’t have
loved to drink from that fountain if I’d gotten the chance. I’m a bit of a
switch, and Lex only goes for pure subs.”

Knowing that she’d not been with him filled me with relief.
“What do you mean I’ve gotten under his skin?”

She held up her hands. “I’ve already said too much. Just
whatever you’re doing, keep it up. You’ll get his green light and get your
interviews, I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks, Vivian.”

“My friends call me, Viv.” She winked.

“Viv. Thanks.”

“Bye, kiddo. Have fun tonight.”

I shut the door and put the box on my sofa. I ripped off the
top, revealing the outfit Lex had chosen for me for my second visit to his
club. I slipped on the maiden outfit and became both excited and nervous. Was I
actually brave enough to show up at The Cell dressed like a...how had Viv
described it...slutty maiden?

The dress reminded me of the costumes my sister wore to the
Renaissance festivals she’d forced me to go to with her. She was—still is—a huge
fan of anything medieval. Actually, my dress resembled her costumes in theme,
but not in any other way.  Sure, the bodice laced in the front. The lacing
was gold and the top was layered with green and brown fabric. A ruffled skirt
completed the dress. It harkened to the days of maidens and knights, but its
length hit the very top of my thighs, not my knees. The top gaped wide,
exposing the cleavage of my over-sized chest. Since, once again, he’d ordered
me to go pantyless, my outfit would likely garner me an indecent exposure
charge in most states.

I wondered what kind of scene Lex would send me to tonight.
I might be a wench in a tavern delivering drinks to one of the king’s knights
or a gypsy girl telling the fortune of a lost journeyman. Whatever he’d set up,
I knew I would have one of the best experiences in my life.

It was hours before the limo was to arrive, so I took the
outfit off and placed it on my bed. I wasn’t sure how I would pass the time
when another of Lex’s texts came in.

Another website I was to go to. I got my laptop out and
entered in the address. I’d gone to every place on the Internet about BDSM in
the past several months—or so I thought. When the page opened, it asked for a
username and password. As if Lex had hidden cameras in my apartment and knew
what I needed the instant I needed it, his next text came. He’d set up a
temporary username and password for me. I entered them, and the page opened.

My jaw dropped. This was a site with more information on
BDSM than I knew existed. A directory listed every club in the world, with
ratings from users about each. The Cell was rated in the top ten in the world
for every category, and was actually number one in several.

Per Lex’s text command, I went directly to the link that
took me to a specific section on the site that focused only on protocols. The
wealth of information was staggering. There were articles, discussion groups,
videos, and more. I devoured several. I opened up a notepad on my laptop and
entered several quotes I’d found.

The more I read, the more I began to look at BDSM in a new
and different way. There was more to the lifestyle than just kink. There was
more to it than just sex, too. It had a symmetry and grace that was too easy
for an outsider to miss.

I’d learned under Lex’s tutoring that my most basic nature
was to please, yet being completely open and real didn’t come easy. But my
tutor knew how to get past my internal barricades. The combination of his
demands and punishments cracked my shell, reaching my deepest hidden pleasure
spots.

I knew that I would have to change much of what I’d done on
my thesis, but I didn’t mind. For the first time, I even envisioned finishing
it.

Another text came in from Lex.

“Get dressed and be ready to leave in thirty minutes. The
driver will be knocking on your door then.”

I looked at the clock on my microwave and couldn’t believe
that hours had past since I’d first received Lex’s text about the website. The
day had passed quickly, my mind focused on work. I’d gotten everything done I’d
needed to do, and without my normal frustrating starts and stops. I closed my
laptop, stood up, stretched, and headed to my room.

By the time I heard the knock on the door, I was vibrating
from head to toe, anxious to see Lex again.

I opened my door and saw a different driver this time. A
woman.

“Hello, Ms. Weiss.”

“Hi. Call me, Mia.”

The woman nodded and pointed to the limo. It was nearly
identical to the one that had come last night, except it was black and not white.
I climbed aboard, imagining it was a carriage taking me to the castle of the
king. I looked down at my outfit and giggled. Would I be the unknown princess
dressed as a lowly maid tonight? Maybe. But whatever Lex had planned for me, I
prayed it included his hand, and not another’s, on my ass.

We went through the gates at the side of the club, and
again, Lex came out to meet me. Tonight, he wore jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a
sport coat. My mouth watered as I watched him walk to the car from the side entrance
of The Cell.

He opened the door, looking me up and down like a CT scan.
“Excellent.” 

“I’m glad you like it, Sir.” I lowered my eyes in deference
to him.

There were nuances I’d learned today on the website about
some of the protocols that a casual observer would likely miss, but I wanted to
impress him tonight.

He cupped my chin. “Look at me, sub.”

I gazed at him and saw him smile. It was enough to send a
tingle through my body.

“Same rules as last night, Mia. No talking, looking, or
responding to anyone until I say so. Understand?”

It was so much easier now that I really grasped the rules.
“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay then. Let’s go inside for round two.” He put his arm
around my shoulders and guided me to the side door.

With each step, my temperature rose as I recalled the
lecture hall with him and the deserted road with the police officer. I thought
about rubbing my ass but didn’t. I wasn’t sure Lex would want me to touch
myself without his permission.

As we walked through the door, I made sure to keep my eyes
down or on Lex. We made several turns, going down one hallway after another.
There seemed to be more people in the club tonight, but I continued following
the protocols I’d read about earlier, looking into no one’s eyes save my
blue-eyed teacher.

The last hallway was empty, which I found strange at first,
until I spotted a sign hanging above: “This section is closed for repairs.”

Anxiety and desire swung blows at each other inside my
thoughts. My heart pounded the inside of my chest. “Are we alone, Sir?”

He didn’t answer but continued leading me down the hall.

At the end of the passage, we came to the last door. It
looked ancient and foreboding. I wondered what scene was behind it. I imagined
an English manor beyond the dark wood door that was held in place by black
metal hinges.

“We’re here.”

“Where?” Would I play the maid of the estate where Lex was
lord? I sure hoped so.

Once again, he didn’t answer. He took out a key and unlocked
the door. I recalled that the room he’d taken me to last night hadn’t been
locked. Why was this one? The claws of fear dug into my mind.