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  More Lessons for Laura

  Copyright © 2013 by Mia Savage.

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

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  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.

  More Lessons for Laura

  ~~~ Prologue ~~~

  Just as Laura Harrington was about to give up on the failing bookstore she’d inherited and return to the unfulfilling professional and personal life she had placed on terminal hold, a tall mysterious woman walked in and consumed her body and soul.

  Laura soon learned there was much more to the relationship and the woman than she’d imagined. As she became captivated by the knowledge of what it was she wanted, she also found everything she needed. She struggled to accept that this woman was very different and expected a level of commitment far beyond Laura’s previous encounters. Her physical desire still fights a fierce battle with her emotional acceptance of what she is becoming, but following her heart would certainly be what’s best for her in the end.

  Fighting to maintain control over both her passion and her independence teaches Laura to look deeper at who she really is. As she discovers her true self, she grows more comfortable with her submission and her strength in all areas of her life. Her confidence and ability to accept what makes her truly happy has built with each former lesson; and what she learns next will require the inner strength and commitment she and her Master both know burns just below the surface.

  ~~~ 1 ~~~

  From the very first look into those dark captivating eyes, I’d been intrigued by her quiet strength. Not as much the physical – obvious in her fit frame and assertive manner – but by an unspoken command of her surroundings and anyone that dared linger within.

  I wasn’t sure anymore if I pursued her or if she slowly drew me in by the very nature of her aloofness and my desire to discover what was behind her intensity. As each layer unfolded, my craving to be with her only grew stronger. She wasn’t my typical choice of lover. Dinner and going to movies and sleeping in on Sunday mornings were unusual encounters with her. I would often wake to find her gone. But there was more to this; more than I want to admit aloud. Her ways were different and strange to me. I had never been with anyone that required – or, should I say, demanded – that I behave in a particular way. I was strongly independent on my own, but when she was present I bent to her will. It felt bizarre and exciting at the same time. My mind and body often disagreed on the extent of my willingness to conform, but she quickly gained the ground needed to bring me back to her desired compliance … and I let her.

  Her lessons, as she called them, had been difficult at times, and I resisted some of her physical and emotional demands – but only to the point she allowed. I challenged her with my own stubborn will by resisting her command, trying to regain the control I felt slipping through my fingers; patience still was not one of my better qualities. Her hand was always swift when I failed to show the proper restraint. Realizing her limits should have curbed my insolence, but somehow I managed to dismiss the knowledge of her inevitable response.

  Was it rational for a grown woman to be spanked for her behavior or for me to allow her to dictate my behavior at all? Could I ever go back to a relationship with someone that just didn’t care how I dressed or where I spent my time or even when I was allowed to satisfy my own sexual cravings? Did I need – or even want – to ‘go back’ at all anymore?

  I wanted to understand my need. Too much of my time was spent trying to convince myself this wasn’t what I wanted, trying to work up a logical excuse for breaking it off with her. Just as I built the strength and momentum to push forward, her voice or the sight of her walking through the door instantly extinguished my will to refuse her anything. My body surrendered to her even as my mind struggled to keep up with the reasons.

  She had me captured again, offering yet another lesson I could never have imagined, each one teaching me to face my deepest fears and boundaries – boundaries I crossed kicking and screaming most of the time. I’d thought that being placed on display and allowing someone else to punish me as she watched was the worst thing I could have imagined; yet somehow I made it through and came out stronger and more willing to explore how deep I would allow her to take me.

  Lesson One

  Waiting for her was the hardest thing; and I waited a lot. I knelt there on the old wooden floor between the tall shelves full of ancient witnesses, old friends and memories held in each edition of the classics I’d grown up reading. Pure lust swirled through my body while I looked into my past. The large clock above my desk ticking the seconds only enhanced my anxious, regrettable impatience. I intentionally positioned myself with my back to it.

  Her call came more than three hours earlier informing me exactly how to prepare myself for her. She expected her very particular set of standards to be followed exactly – as exactly as I understood them, at least. My interpretation, though, was not always correct.

  My body was in the perfect position for waiting, comfortable with my hands in my lap. My ass rested on my heels and I was wearing only her favorite scent and the black leather collar she’d introduced when she informed me I would be her pet whenever she felt the need for silent companionship. The collar request was my indicator that I would not be allowed to speak to her until she removed it herself. She kept the leash in her possession and attached it to the collar only when she required me to move with her from one place to another.

  I would never have imagined myself in this position. My normal personality was bold and assertive, and her demands were a constant challenge – but I craved her touch and her attention. I wanted her to tell me what to do and how to behave, so the outcome for everything didn’t rest solely on my shoulders. She’d made it clear early on that if I was going to commit, it would have to be fully. “Fully” meant undivided attention to her requirements; and she would enjoy me in any manner she chose. She also informed me that I always had the final choice. Any resistance was overruled by my uncontrollable attraction and desire to please her.

  The old brass bell on the door of the bookstore instantly silenced the ramble in my head. Her footsteps approached slowly, and I closed my eyes to enhance the anticipation as my heart synchronized with the cadence of her boots on the floor. My back straightened and I lifted myself into the erect, respectful position I knew she expected to see when she rounded the corner.

  “Hello, my pet.” She placed her hand gently on top of my head and patted it.

  My eyes opened and she was standing in front of me. Her voice sent the first sparks, and then being eye level with the bulge in her pants ignited the smoldering flame. My pussy pulsed as she hooked the leash to the collar and knelt down to run her long icy fingers between my perfectly parted legs. She scooped in with two fingers and the chill contrasted with the hot fluid awaiting her. She slipped inside me, then up to the tight pulsing throb that upon contact caused a convulsive flash to shake my perfect pose. My moan escaped and she brought her warm wet fingers up to my lips and pressed my scent to them.

  “Not a sound, my pet.”

  I wanted her so badly I could feel the desire drip down my legs now that she had released me. She stood with the lead
in her hand and walked toward the stairs to my apartment. I followed behind her like the obedient little animal she had turned me into. Once inside she dropped the leash and expected me to stay with her until I was told otherwise. After pouring a drink, she settled in the old leather chair.

  “Sit.

  ”

  This sent me back to the same position in which I’d waited for the past two hours. She picked up her book from the side table and began quietly reading as if she were alone. I watched her in spite of my knowledge she would disapprove. My eyes should have been down; but it wasn’t like she was paying attention anyway. Looking at her was a privilege, so if caught I would face her delicious wrath. Sometimes being bad was worth it. I remained silent as expected, while plotting in my head. I did want to be good and patient and tolerant of her need… but I was growing tired of waiting. Page after page she turned, never looking at me or even acknowledging that I was just inches from her, naked and waiting.

  My back stiffened and my legs cramped from being folded under me for yet another hour at least. I could no longer contain my frustration, and I shifted deliberately and let out a belligerent breath. She finally looked up from her book and I froze instantly as my eyes met her gaze.

  “Honestly, Laura, are you going to challenge me tonight?”

  Why could I not just sit quietly and wait? Why could I not do as she asked? The reward would come soon enough, but I didn’t seem to be built that way. I continued to look directly into her eyes, in spite of what was expected of me. Her power surged through me as I lowered my head to the correct position, thinking, I want her and she wants to read. She placed her book back on the table, Picked up the leash hanging from my collar, and stood. I followed her across the room. My heart pounded in anticipation. At least she was paying attention to me, and even being taken across her knee was better than being ignored.

  All I wanted was for her to touch me – whatever manner she chose was fine with me. She stopped just before my bedroom door. I was facing the wall. This time she did not give the ‘sit’ command.

  “Stay.”

  I was left on all fours with my ass facing the chair, to which she returned. Frustration filled me because I knew my punishment was not at all what I anticipated. Now I didn’t even have the opportunity to look at her. After another long wait of regretting my attempt to try to control the outcome, I heard her footsteps behind me. I waited for her to decide my fate. This time I remained perfectly still, careful not to breathe too heavily or show any impatience in my position. My body tightened, anticipating her approach.

  Would I now be punished or rewarded? Either would be acceptable after so long on my aching knees. I never felt her particular enjoyment in punishing me, but I always felt her satisfaction when she was sure it was needed. I, on the other hand, felt the purest love when she cared enough to correct me. She continued past me into the bedroom, and I heard the bathroom door close behind her. She returned a very short time later and sat back in the chair. Just as my head was about to explode I heard her voice.

  “Laura, come over here.”

  I would have normally responded with Yes, master, but with the collar on I could only show respect by my physical reaction. I gave her a good view before I turned and crawled toward her slowly. I knew how to seduce her regardless of her intensions. I stopped at the edge of the chair, directly in front of her, and awaited her next command. Sitting forward, she placed her hand on the back of my head. Stroking softly at first, she then curled her fingers in my hair and pulled my head back so that I looked at her.

  “You are incorrigible, woman.” She stared into my eyes. “Just when I think you understand your position, you challenge me again. Do you enjoy being punished?”

  I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know, but I could only look at her. Speaking wasn’t allowed; so why was she asking me questions she knew I couldn’t answer? Maybe she really didn’t want the answer; or maybe she already knew what it was. If I enjoyed it, what would be the point? She held my hair tightly with one hand while she unbuttoned and opened her jeans with the other. I tried to look down and she jerked my attention back up to her face.

  “After you please me, I will take you over my knee for a well-deserved spanking.”

  She released my head and sat back in the chair, sliding her hips to me. I knew exactly what to do to redeem myself and I was happy to have the opportunity. I pulled her jeans down and took the exquisitely replicated cock from its neatly tucked position and placed my mouth around the tip. I knew this pleased her by the soft moan that unwillingly escaped. I had gotten very good at blowing her. She was the first and only woman I had ever done this with. My previous lovers would have never tried to emulate a man or use anything that resembled a man. She was different. She enjoyed identifying as masculine both in appearance and in manner, yet somehow she was soft and feminine in our most intimate encounters. It had been confusing at first, but I was starting to appreciate both sides of her.

  Taking the cock into my mouth somehow felt very natural. Her reaction slowly built; she pushed her hips up, forcing herself deeper into my throat as she held my head tightly. The perfectly formed dildo was large and firm and felt every inch an extension of her. My mouth stretched at the corners to take in as much as possible. Moisture built around my lip and dripped out and down her shaft. I wrapped my hand around the base close to her heat, pulling it deeper and then pushing it back against her clit. She tensed her legs and tried to stifle the sounds of pleasure washing through her.

  My confidence built, and feeling her lose control drove me to reach up with my other hand to feel the firmness of her breasts. She placed her hand on top of mine and I expected her to remove it, but instead she forced me harder to her. I squeezed her hard nipple between my fingers and louder moans dared to escape her.

  Was I in control of her desire? Was she going to allow me whatever freedom I could imagine? After pulling both nipples to erection and all but swallowing her cock, I reached between her legs for my ultimate reward. She was wet and hot with her pleasure, and I could smell her arousal and felt the steam rise from her body. All I wanted was to touch her pussy and know she was pleased with me. Just as I breached the moist heat, she wrapped her hand around my wrist and pulled me away. I struggled to push it back. She curled her other hand back into my hair and slowly lifted me off her cock. She held me tightly, with her eyes still closed, allowing the last few wrenching motions of her satisfaction to flood out quickly. She opened her eyes and leaned in close to my face. “I did not ask you to touch me there!” She pulled my head exposing my face and neck to the sweet hot breath of her arousal.

  I felt my lips swell and tingle as the blood rushed back into them. Using my hair, she pulled me up across her lap. She landed firm stinging blows to the round part of both cheeks one at a time. Her hand would hold against my skin between smacks, maintaining the heat and prolonging the next surge. Spanking always deepened my desire, for her while at the same time making it very clear to me that I was never in control of her – or myself. When my face was soaked in tears and the quiet muffled sobs immersed into my inevitable orgasm, she would stop. Not allowing me to release the primal urge she had created was a particular pleasure for her. I wanted to beg her to touch me, to put her fingers deep into the burning desire she enticed, but begging was forbidden.

  I lay there across her lap, knowing she would not willingly give me what I craved, but still wanting her to just take all I would gladly give her. Instead, she released the collar and then me. I was kneeling at her feet again while she tucked her cock back into her pants and stood, dropping the collar into the seat of the chair.

  “You may get dressed now. We have reservations at 8:00.”

  I stood for the first time in several hours. Stiff and regretting my decisions, I boldly announced, “I’m going to take a shower.”

  “No. You are not. I want you to hold your misery between your legs and be reminded of your choice.”

  She wasn’t looking at me
when she spoke, but I knew she was serious. “Put on a dress and heels, with nothing more. I want you fully accessible.” As I walked past her into my bedroom, she turned to look at me. “I so love it when your ass burns for me.”

  She spent three more days with me and then she was gone again. I knew she worked at an exclusive resort several hours up the coast, but for some reason exactly what she did there was just never fully discussed. Not for lack of curiosity, but she had a way of diverting my attention and making me forget everything but pleasing her.

  ~~~ 2 ~~~

  Several days later, my mind drifted back. As I opened boxes of newly arrived best-sellers and then looked up some first editions I’d found in an old trunk in the back corner of the basement, the delicious memory of that night at the restaurant flooded over me…

  Sitting in the center of a crowed bistro with her hand up my dress had made me feel completely powerless and more excited than I had ever been. My body tingled as the familiar look set on her face. I felt her insistence on my cooperation in the firm grasp on my thigh and the domination in her eyes as she silently ordered me to allow her access. Knowing full well I would only be satisfied when and where she chose only made me hotter. My inability to resist was the direct result of my own desire to please her. Learning to appreciate the scope of her control was my biggest challenge – and my deepest contentment.

  Her fingers had worked attentively while she calmly recited to the waiter from the menu in her other hand. I smiled through clenched teeth and pounding desire, wanting her to fuck me right there on the table. She pulled me right to the edge only to push me back several times throughout the equally tantalizing meal. The decadent dessert arrived, and I hardly noticed the sweet cream and warm chocolate she placed in my mouth just as she plunged her stiff fingers deeply into me, causing a profound vocal moan and then an immediate heightened awareness of where I actually was. My expression must have been obvious to everyone alerted by the sound. Several couples placed orders for that particular dessert as we finished our wine.