Mia's Spanking Diary (7 page)

“I-I’m sorry I-I cried out, Sir.”

“Shh. You did as you were told.”

“But, Sir, you told me not to cry out and I did.”

“I told you to withhold for as long as you could. You did
that. I’m proud of you, little sub.”

I could hear his satisfaction. He was pleased with me. It
was a balm to my soul. My flesh could throb and ache, but there was a piece of
me that simply sighed with pleasure at his tone. “Thank you.”

“Now, time for your massage.” Lex carried me up the stairs
and back to the deserted hallway and then to the doorway opposite the one for
the stairs. “I’m going to have to lower you, sweetheart. This is one of my
private rooms, and I have to unlock the door. You think you can stand for a
second while I do that?”

I nodded.

After he placed me on the ground, keeping one arm around me,
he put a key in the doorknob and opened the door. Then he whipped me back up
into his arms and carried me into the room.

A professional massage table sat in the center of the space.
Along one wall were shelves loaded with towels, oils, and more.

Lex placed me on the cushioned table. “Stretch out and put
your face in the cradle, sub.”

Though not from a man, I’d had a couple of massages and was
familiar with the process. I got into position and waited for his manly hands
to rub my tension away.

“I’m going to light some candles, turn on some music, and
get the oil warmed up, Mia.”

He started on my feet, which were normally ticklish. Not
with him. With his fingers, he worked on every part, including each toe.

“You carry a lot of your tension here, baby.”

As he hit every tiny ball of pressure in my feet, I knew he
was right. “I wear high heels sometimes. I bet that has something to do with
it, Sir.”

He moved his hands up to my calves. “You’ve sure got the
legs for high heels.” His touch made me sigh, and I felt my body relax. “I’m
going to finish on your thighs and then I’m going to work on your neck and
shoulders. Drift off, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Sir.” I was glad to doze off.

I’m not sure how long he worked on me, but I awoke several
times, feeling him kneading out different areas, applying the warm oils. Then I
would drift off again.

“God, you’ve got the perfect ass, sub.” He massaged my
bottom until my pussy wept.

The more he touched me, the more aroused I became. My whole
body began to warm from the oils and his touch.

“I’m going to fuck your gorgeous ass. Have you tried anal
before?”

I tensed. “No, Sir.”

“You’re going to tomorrow night. You’ve got to trust me.
Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I felt him apply some lubricant to my backside
entrance, and I yelped.

“Breathe, Mia. You’ve done great.”

I exhaled and felt him fingering my hole and kissing my
lower back. “Y-You said tomorrow, right?”

“Lots to teach you, little sub. Yes. I’m going to get you to
come with my fingers in your ass. Once you graduate from that, I’ll let you
ride my dick. You’re in for one awesome trip, Mia. I promise.”

“Yes, Sir.” I relaxed, and felt his finger pierce me in my
virgin bottom. The sting was hot but not unbearable, though I wondered what his
massive dick would feel like in my ass.

He plunged his fingers into my ass until I was thrashing on
the massage table. My pussy juices dampened the sheet, and I ground my clit
into the cushion.

His hand came down on my ass, grabbing my attention
immediately. “Did I give you permission to pleasure yourself, subbie?”

I felt the heat fill my cheeks with shame. “No, Sir.”

“That’s my girl. I’m so impressed.” He said with a hint of
awe. That he saw me as such thrilled me.

Continuing his in and out finger barrage on my ass, Lex
stroked my pussy with his other hand. I pressed my mound into his calluses. He
pressed on my clit with his thumb, sending a sea of shivers through me. He
parted my wet folds and sent a finger into my channel.

I groaned as his fingers double penetrated me. I fisted the
sheet as his torture went on and on, in and out, painfully slow. The friction
of his thumb against my tiny bundle of nerves drove me mad with desire.

“Now you can come. Come for me, Mia.”

“Oh God!” I screamed, rocking my hips back and forth into
his magical fingers as the sensations built.

“Tomorrow I’m going to be fucking this sweet, tight ass.”

Imagining him plowing me with his thick dick sent me over
the edge. Sensations zoomed through me as the orgasm thundered and pulsed
inside me until my whole body shook. I couldn’t have remained still even if I’d
tried. I yelled his name again and again. Lex had unhinged me and given me
another immense climax. I didn’t know if I could ever stand to be without his
touch again.

Diary, I’m afraid that I’m falling fast for Lex. And though
I’d like to think he’s falling for me as well, I have to face some hard facts.

Sure, he’s the most awesome lover I’ve ever had, but I
question whether a man like him is even capable of truly loving someone. And I
certainly have to wonder why he would choose me. If I’m not very careful, my
heart is going to rip in two when he moves from me on to his next student of
BDSM.

I’m staring at his text right now, trembling. Another set of
instructions. I wish I could refuse him, but I just can’t.

I’m to shave my legs and pussy again. Vivian is to drop off
another outfit for me later. He’s going to fuck my ass tonight, and that scares
me some. His finger stretching me there was one thing, but his dick...? I doubt
I’d be able to wrap my fingers around its thickness.

Am I being foolish continuing down this path when I know
it’s going to end badly? Of course I am, but I can’t help myself. Lex has made
me feel beautiful and sexy. He provides me with something I’ve been
unconsciously yearning for. I didn’t really know what I wanted before I heard
his low rumble barking orders to me. When I’m with him, everything makes sense.
It’s like he’s able to take me to a place with no worry, and he does it by
pushing me and pushing me until my fears melt away. This clearly is akin to the
trust bond that I’ve read so much about. I do trust Lex. I guess it has
something to do with him taking the weight off my shoulders and seeing to my
needs in a way no one has ever done before.

Damn it, I should text him back that I’m done and end it
with my safe word. That’s the sensible thing to do.

But the truth is, I’m scared. I’m scared to go forward. And
I’m even more terrified to take a step back.

****

The worry I wrote about earlier is still inside me, but
muted. Though my time with him might only last a little bit longer, I plan on
taking whatever he offers. Right or wrong, I want to be with him, really with
him, any chance I get. At least he’s agreed to let me interview him. That’s my
only chance to really talk to him about how I’m feeling. But I’m jumping ahead,
diary. Back to what happened tonight. It was incredible.

I started out the day scared, but something about his texts
calmed and relaxed me. Plus, I loved the outfit he chose for me. It was a
naughty-schoolgirl outfit with a plaid scarf, plaid skirt, and even a plaid
bra. The white oxford shirt gaped a bit due to my large breasts, but I think he
knew it would, which thrilled me.

At least, that was what I told myself as I sat in the
backseat of the limo fidgeting. Once again, the chauffeur drove through the
gates and parked by the side of the club. We waited for at least thirty
minutes, but Lex hadn’t arrived. I wondered if he had changed his mind about
me. What if the dream of the past few nights had come to an abrupt end? Had he
moved on to another? Looking down at my cell and his last instruction, I choked
back a tear.

A knock on the glass startled me, and I looked up. The knocker
wasn’t Lex. Standing on the other side of the window stood Dr. Vickers. My jaw
dropped when I noticed what she was wearing—a latex, lace-up teddy that left
little to the imagination. She also had on thigh-high boots, a military style
hat, and was carrying a whip. Behind her was a man wearing only white briefs
and a leather collar with a chain that hooked to Dr. Vickers’ belt. I’d never
seen a Dominatrix in person before now.

I will admit that seeing Dr. Vickers like that was a
revelation. A whole lot of things about the woman suddenly made sense. It was
something akin to seeing a wild animal finally in its natural habitat.

She opened the door. “Hello, Mia.”

“Umm...hello, Dr. Vickers.”

“Here, call me Mistress Em.”

I smiled. The title fit. Dr. Vickers did seem right for this
life. No wonder she’d approved my topic for my thesis.

“There was some electrical issue in one of the rooms that
Lex had to check out. He sent me to fetch you. Come with me.”

Relieved that he still wanted to see me, I nodded and stepped
out of the car.

With her man in tow, she led me into the club and to the
room Lex had chosen for me tonight. The place looked like a college classroom
and reminded me a little of the lecture hall I’d met him in.

They guy trailing Dr. Vickers asked, “Mistress, will we be
in this room tonight, too?”

She jerked on his chain, pulling him slightly forward.
“Naughty boy. Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No, Mistress.”

“You’ve misbehaved too much tonight.”

He looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

Dr. Vickers cupped his chin. “I know you are, but you must
be punished, sweetheart. I know you love this room, but Lex has plans for his
sub here. I’m going to take you to the dungeon room to whip you into submission
tonight.”

The man smiled broadly, and I knew what he was
feeling—excitement.

“Mia, Master Lex should be here any minute. I’m going to
lock the door so no one can walk in on you. He’s got the only other key to this
room. Understand?”

I nodded, unable to call her by the name she’d requested I
use here.

“Good.” She and her sub walked to the door. She looked back
at me. “Whatever you’ve been doing for Lex, keep it up. I’ve never seen him
like this.” Before I could ask her how he had changed since meeting me, Dr.
Vickers closed the door. I heard the lock engage.

I was curious as to what I could be doing that would impact
someone like Lex. He was a self-assured Dom. What could I do for him?

I took a seat at one of the student desks. It had the
typical attached work surface that curved from the right directly in front of a
person. I looked up at the white dry erase board behind the teacher’s desk. I
hadn’t noticed the message written in blue marker when I’d entered.

Mia Weiss, see me after class. Professor Lex.

Seeing his name on the board supercharged my sexual
anticipation. Still, the nagging voice in my mind had me worried. This needed
to remain only fun and games or my heart wouldn’t survive it.

Then Lex walked into the classroom. I was glad that tonight
he wasn’t wearing sunglasses or a leather mask. He didn’t look my direction but
headed straight for the teacher’s desk. He didn’t have to look at me. He didn’t
have to make a sound either. I would’ve known he was here. His presence filled
the space in some intangible way that got my heart pounding. And the man could
really fill out a suit. His tie was blue, which complimented his eyes. I’d seen
him in very little, but something about the perfect cut of that suit was sexy
as hell. He carried a briefcase, which he slammed so hard on the desktop it
caused me to jump.

He turned his stare to me. “Miss Weiss.”

It was starting. Everything feminine inside me softened with
anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve done well up to this point in your studies.”

“Thank you.”

“Tonight is your final test. But...” His voice trailed off,
causing a shiver to rip through me.

Of all the rooms he’d set up for me, this one worked even
more quickly than the others to get me into the role. Clearly, it was closest
to my life outside The Cell at the university, and he’d likely chosen it as my
BDSM graduation. I knew I was in trouble. My body knew what to do, but my mind
knew this might be the last time with Lex, causing a danger to my heart’s
well-being.

“I’m scared,” I confessed.

He stepped up to me and cupped my chin. “Do you trust me,
little sub?”

I should’ve stood up and left right then, but I couldn’t.
Train wreck or not, I did trust him. So I just nodded.

“Excellent. Time for you to earn some extra credit.” Lex’s
confidence seemed to fill the room.

He’d been tough but very understanding with me, helping me
discover more about myself than I’d been able to do my entire life. And the
pleasure he’d given me...well, it was so overwhelming and incredible, I
couldn’t imagine living without it.

“Strip, sub.”

I stopped, his words taking me off guard. “What?”

He leaned against the desk in front of mine. “Give your
professor a show, understand?”

All my hesitation melted away. “Yes, Sir.” I removed my
shoes.

I felt that this moment was my chance. If I could turn him
on and make him crazy with lust, maybe he would continue tutoring me. God, I
hoped so. All I needed to do was tap into his animal instinct.

I’d been to a strip club when my cousin had his co-ed
bachelor party a couple of years ago. The only women at the event were my
cousins—Lea, Amy, Ella—and me and my sister, Misty. We got to see up close and
personal how men acted when women stripped and swung from a pole. I wanted Lex
to look at me the way those guys looked at those women that night.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were shaking.
Something was missing. I recalled the bachelor party. “Professor, is there any
chance you have a way to play music in here?”