Mr. J Lays Down The Law

[jamessc]

As Ellen woke from sleep on Sunday morning—on her side, as she always slept—the encounter with Mr. J seemed only a dream. But as she turned onto her back, the lingering soreness in her rear reminded her of how real it had been. It hurt a bit more as she came to a sitting position with her feet on the floor, and then stood.

Crossing the room to the full-length mirror on the door, she pulled down her pajama bottoms to see how it looked. It was still noticeably pink, with the faint mark of fingers here and there. She gingerly explored them with her fingertips; she could not for the life of her explain the feelings that flowed over her as she contemplated Mr. J’s handiwork. Certainly, she feared his displeasure—yet there was something in her now that somehow craved having the experience again! She blushed with the very thought of it.

She showered, dressed, and prepared to go to breakfast. In doing so, she felt the need to take a pad and pen to make a record of what she ate. Entering the cafeteria, she picked up her tray and silverware and slid them down the rails as she looked at the choices.

Until today, Ellen had been a cereal eater—and the more sugary and garishly colored the better. But as she stood, the thought crossed her mind—“What does Mr. J want me to eat?” She selected two hard-boiled eggs, a scoop of cottage cheese, and a cup of black coffee instead of the cola she would usually drink. After eating and recording what she had, she put her tray on the conveyor and returned to her room.

Ellen had a biology test on Monday morning, and her habit so far had been to set her alarm clock an hour early and try to cram. But, again, remembering Mr. J, she sat—still a bit tenderly—at her desk and got in two solid hours of review and drill. Feeling the need for exercise as well as a break, she took a brisk walk around the campus for an hour, then returned, showered again, and put on a pullover blouse, a full skirt, and sandals.

Looking at the clock, she noted with a jolt that it read 3:15! Mr. J had told her to report at 4:00, and she knew better now than to let herself be late! She grabbed her checkbook and class-work schedule and hurried to the parking lot.

She pulled into Mr. J’s driveway at 3:55 and walked quickly to the door. As soon as she knocked once, it opened. His size struck her almost as much as it had the previous day—he seemed to fill the doorframe! “Ah, on time today, Ellen! Come in.”

Stepping softly, she entered and followed him into his den. “Did you bring what I told you to bring, Ellen?” his deep voice quietly rumbled, like distant thunder.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, and produced her records. He gestured towards the footstool—the memory of the day before both a dread and a delight—and she sat, hands folded in her lap. As before, she could not take her eyes off him.

After a few minutes, he looked up at her. “I see your account has regular deposits into it. Are your parents sending you money?”

Swallowing, she replied, “Yes, sir.”

“And can you say that you’ve been managing it wisely?”

“No, sir,” she answered with downcast eyes. In fact, she barely had enough right now to hold her over to the first of the month, when the next deposit would come in. It was a wonder that she had not bounced any checks.

“You’re right, you haven’t. You’re frittering it away on your foolish indulgences. What do you have to say about that?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered. Her face burned and her eyes were beginning to water. Not only had she let her parents down, but also she had displeased this man, whose good-will she wanted above all else.

“So what should be done about it?”

She looked up with moist eyes. “I want you to take charge, sir. Please put me on a budget and make me stick to it.”

“You know what that means if you don’t follow it, Ellen.”

“I do, sir.”

“All right, then. You will have twenty dollars a week for your personal expenses, and I want you to bring me your receipts every week. You will consult me if you need anything else or if there is an emergency. Not only will you be punished for unauthorized spending, but I’ll deduct five dollars a week from your allowance until the amount is repaid.”

Looking down, she replied, “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Now for your study habits. Look at me, Ellen.” She looked up. “I will expect you to spend two hours studying for each hour you are in class. Since you’re carrying sixteen hours, you’ll be studying thirty-two. That will mean no partying through the week, just three hours on Saturday night. Your bedtime on Saturday night will be 11 p.m., instead of 10 like the rest of the week. Also, only two drinks, and only on Saturday night. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Part of her was screaming “That’s too hard, unfair!” But a new part was saying, “Do what he says.” She knew which part to listen to, now.

Mr. J continued, “On meals, no seconds, limited starches and sweets, and no in-between meal snacks, and you are to exercise a minimum of 30 minutes a day. I’ll be asking you about all this, so don’t disappoint me, Ellen.” She smiled; she just knew she had been right about what she had for breakfast. She went on to tell him about what she had done earlier, and he nodded. “That’s good, Ellen, a good start.” She beamed!

“Yes, a good start, Ellen, but remember what happens if you don’t follow these rules.” Her smile faded—then the strangest thought she could ever imagine went through her mind! “Maybe I need you to leave me with a reminder, sir, to help me remember.”

He rose and smiled. “That’s an excellent idea, Ellen. Come into the kitchen.” She followed him, puzzled, but determined to be obedient.

The kitchen had an island counter in the middle with drawers all around. “Step up to the counter, lean forward, and place your elbows and hands on the counter, Ellen.” She complied, aglow with the knowledge she was pleasing Mr. J. Then she felt his big, strong hands rolling up the back of her skirt and tucking it into her belt. “Hold your position,” he reminded her. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a nylon spatula, the kind used for turning burgers and pancakes. Next, she felt her panties being lowered, and she sighed, knowing what was to come.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!

The blows were much lighter than his hand had been, but also very quick, stinging her buttocks lightly but almost continually from the top of the cleft to the tops of her thighs. She gritted her teeth and concentrated on her breathing, but found it almost impossible not to dance quickly from foot to foot as each blow landed. Finally, the grunts under her breath became vocal.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

As Mr. J brought the spanking to an end, she breathed out and, remembering his earlier words, left her arms and hands on the counter. She could feel the burn in her cheeks, but waited. To her surprise and relief, she felt those strong hands rubbing aloe lotion into her skin, and the stinging subsided. “Oh, thank you, sir!” she sighed.

“You’ve done well today, Ellen, and I’m pleased with you,” he said softly. Her heart leaped with a strange, wild joy at those words! “You can fix your clothes now. Time for you to go.”

She pulled up her panties, let her skirt down, and turned, smiling shyly. “Sir, thank you for what you’re doing for me. But…why?”

He grinned. “One day you’ll know, Ellen, one day you’ll know.”

She was still wondering about those words as she waved and drove away….

[irishone70]

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