Lexi

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I awoke thirsty and needing to pee. My wake-light was almost fully on, which meant if I got up soon, I wouldn’t have to hear the alarm.

My ass throbbed to life when I sat on the side of the bed, and screamed at me with every step I took across the room towards the alarm.

I actually yelped when I sat on the toilet, and scooted back so my lower thighs were on the ring — just above my knees, where I wasn’t bruised.

Bubbles came in as I was finishing, and pulled me into a hug when I stood. “Get a shower, and then I want to rub some more stuff on, to help with the bruising. I put some on last night, along with the cooling gel, but you need more this morning.”

I can’t explain why, but the fact he never got even a tiny bit hard, and didn’t fuck my throat afterwards, had destroyed me as much as the belting. He hadn’t wanted to do it. He didn’t enjoy it. He’d been as sad as me, and I thought he might actually cry with me a few times. He didn’t, but I fucking know I heard tears in his voice.

I’d worried him, and I’d embarrassed him. He hadn’t told me I had, but I’d heard him talking before about how an ol’lady’s actions reflect on the brother, and how embarrassed he’d been when I’d shown up to a party thing a half-hour late a few weeks before.

“Punishment’s over, Half-pint. Clean slate.” He reached in and turned the shower on. “It’s a little cooler than you like, but a hot shower won’t do your ass any favors. Don’t adjust the temp.”

He walked out, I stepped under the water… and right back out.

A little cooler? He’d lost his mind.

“Humans don’t handle cold like wolves!”

“I’m aware. Get wet, get out, soap up, and then get back in long enough to rinse. It isn’t a hair day, so you should be fine.”

Turns out, he was right, but damn. And no, it wasn’t ice cold, but too damned cold for first thing in the morning when I’m used to scald-your-skin-off showers.

And in reality, it probably wasn’t a lot colder than the temp I use when I wash my hair, because cold water makes the colors stay longer, but still. Damn.

He talked while he rubbed stuff on my ass, and within minutes my clit was throbbing and my insides aching to be filled, but I tried my best to ignore it. No sex until that night, and since it’d been so late when he finished, I probably wouldn’t get any until the next morning.

Because the rule said nothing for twenty-four hours, and he’d finished right at my bedtime, and no way would Bubbles start something at my bedtime.

“Do we have time for me to get you off this morning, Sir?”

“I feel as if I’ve failed you, Lex. If you needed to talk to your sister, you should’ve used her phone to text me and Razor to let us know you were dealing with a family thing and needed to miss class, and if you didn’t need to talk to her, you should’ve made it to class on time. I thought we’d moved past this, and the fact we’re still dealing with it…” He blew out a breath. “No orgasm for me, either, while you can’t have one today.”

In the months since I’d met Bubbles, I’d finally began to understand why my sister and the fosters bitched so much about me being on time. I’d always just thought they made it important because society said it was, but I’d finally understood it’s about respect.

Respect for your teachers and classmates, for the person you’ve agreed to have dinner with, or for the time someone spent to make you dinner. Being late meant you didn’t care, that you thought your time was worth more than theirs.

But after a lifetime of never paying attention to the time, learning to do so was hard. I put reminders in my phone to help me get to school and work, but there are a zillion other things to be on time for, and it was impossible to set a reminder for everything. And my phone had been dead, so I didn’t get the reminder for self-defense class.

“I’m honestly trying, Sir. I messed up yesterday, and not having my phone just made it worse because I worried you and Razor. You haven’t failed me. You’ve taught me; it’s just hard to remember to think of the time every minute.”

He finished rubbing stuff into my butt and went to the kitchen while I handled my makeup and clothes. He met me at the door with an egg-cheese-and-bacon sandwich, but held it up high while he looked at my outfit.

I’d worn a short skirt, tall boots, and a heavy sweater.

“It’s too cold for a skirt.”

“The boots will keep my lower legs warm, and I’m hoping to get some cold air on my bum.”

He rolled his eyes, gave me the sandwich, and I was gone. Even if there was traffic, I’d easily be on time.

I had a couple of texts when I checked my phone at lunch. One was from Bubbles, letting me know to meet him at the clubhouse after school, and that we’d be spending the night, and asking if I needed him to bring something from home. I didn’t have to work, and that meant spending the evening with everyone, and they’d all know I got spanked during class.

My face flamed red just thinking of having to face them, but I texted back that I should be fine. I have my makeup basics there, and several outfits. No problem.

I stared at the other text a while before deciding what to do. It was from Mama.

Etta had told me our mama went into rehab and had come home clean, but I wasn’t expecting to hear from her. I started to call my sister, but changed my mind. I needed to put on my big girl panties and handle my own shit.

Instead of words, she responded with a picture. It was a ribbon run back and forth like for a corset, and the loose ribbon at the end twisted and turned at random. It was on the person’s arm, and I immediately understood Mama wanted to cover her needle tracks.

I texted Viper.

A few minutes later, he did. I explained what Mama wanted, reminded him we’ve been estranged and she could possibly be up to something shitty, but told him I thought maybe this had something to do with the fact she’d lost control of her drug habit and might be trying to fix herself. I talked fast, but he understood every word.

“If she’s up to something bad, that’s on her, not you, and we’ll deal with it. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt. I can meet you at the shop after your last class, you can call her from there and set up a time that works for both her and me.”

Instead of explaining it to Bubbles, I took screen shots, sent them to him, and then texted:

Totally reasonable. I programmed my phone for three twenty, just in case I started talking and forgot.

It’s funny, because at that moment, I was dreading the rest of my day, but everything turned out okay.

I called my mother from the shop, set a time for her to come in the next day to talk to Viper, and she was nice. Well, as nice as she ever gets.

I made it to the clubhouse by three fifteen, and Paco waved me to the back. “He went to take a shower. Said to tell you to go to his room if you get here before he’s back.”

Bubbles often stops working early when I’m off, and works later when I’m scheduled, so we can spend more time together.

He was fastening his jeans when I came into his room, and my insides heated at the sight of him without a shirt on. He’s a beautiful, beautiful man, and he’s all mine.

“Bend over the bed and lift your skirt, Half-pint.”

I wasn’t expecting him to bend me over and rub more stuff on my bottom, but I didn’t complain.

However, when he pulled a plug out of a drawer, I shook my head.

“Please don’t! I’m so horny, and that’ll just make it worse!”

“It will, indeed.” He put his hand to his jeans, and I saw his hard cock through the denim.

I sighed. “I know I can’t get off, but please let me help you.”

“Nope. Not today. Turn around and open up, sweetheart.”

I like to think I’m some kind of anal pro, like my sister, but the truth is that I still squeal and yelp like a newbie when he puts stuff in without stretching me first. I hate that initial stretch and burn, when it’s too much, and he knows it. Punishment is always that way, while he usually starts with a single finger and then works me up when it’s all about having fun.

He’d taken my panties off to rub the cream into my bottom, and when he put the harness on me to hold the plug in, I knew I wasn’t getting my panties back.

Usually, he slaps my right butt cheek when the plug is in and I can stand, but today he barely tapped it. Thank goodness.

I stood, and he sat on the bed in front of me, so we were at eye level. “Special treat tonight. Mythic Beast is gonna play us some of their new stuff. They want feedback, and that means positive and negative. Ghost tells us it’s best if you know why you don’t like something, but even if you don’t know why, it’s important to tell them when a tune or lyrics or anything doesn’t work for you. Unless it’s something they were iffy on to start with, they probably won’t change it if only one person doesn’t like something, but more than one, and they go back to the drawing board to make it better.”

“No way can I tell Mythic Beast I don’t like something.”

He ran his hand through my hair so it was all on my left shoulder. “It isn’t so bad. It’s like they’re trusting us with their babies. We like all the band members, and especially Hailey, so we want to help them sound as excellent as possible. Just go with the flow. It’ll be okay.”

Matty was upstairs with Micca when we arrived. I started to sit beside them on the sofa, and Matty grabbed a fluffy pillow and put it on the cushion before I could sit. I stared at it, unsure of how to react, and he said, “Personal experience. Trust me. That’s the softest pillow in the clubhouse.”

It took a moment for me to realize he was telling me it was what he sat on when his butt was bruised, and somehow, it helped. Gonzo had mentioned spanking Connie, and now Matty was telling me Razor spanked him. I doubted every woman was spanked, because I couldn’t imagine Gen bending over for a spanking, but I certainly wasn’t the only one.

Spence seemed to come out of nowhere, and he sat on a sofa in front of us. “Wolves have the ability to change and heal, but Abbott sometimes makes me stay in human form for days, so I remember every strike, every time I move.”

Within an hour, the clubhouse was packed. Every brother, and possibly every person with clubhouse privileges, had come. I found out later it was for the brothers, their ol’ladies, and official friends of the club, and that was it.

I fangirled so hard when I first met Will, I couldn’t speak, and then I tripped over which pronoun to use for Silver, but Matty jumped in and finished my sentence for me, thank goodness.

Bubbles had been right about the feedback process. I clapped a lot when I liked a song, not so much when I didn’t, and I guess others did the same. Will would start asking questions based on the initial response, and it was a discussion about how to make it better, or where it had been good and where it could be improved. So even though there were so many people in the room, it felt more like a family conversation.

And while I’d known this was my new family for a while, they somehow showed me all over again what family means. I’d dreaded facing them because I was embarrassed, and they showed me once again how much everyone has my back. More than one person tossed a pillow onto a chair for me, or gave me a wordless hug and admitted they got spanked sometimes too, or told me about how they spank their ol’lady because they care enough to make sure nothing fucks up their relationship.

Long after the little concert had finished, I was sitting in a corner of the sofa with a blanket over me, and it was close to my bedtime, so when Bubbles came to me, I figured he was about to send me downstairs. Instead, he sat beside me, looped my legs over his, and put his hand under the blanket. I yelped and squeezed my legs together when his fat finger slid into my pussy.

His mouth was so close to my ear, his breath tickled. “Don’t be bad. Open up. No one can see what I’m doin’ under the blanket, and you know I won’t make you come. Just take it.”

I opened my eyes and glared at him, but then closed them when he added another finger and I was suddenly so close.

But he pulled his fingers out and patted the side of my leg.

“You have a choice. You can go to bed now and get up an hour before you need to in the mornin’ so we can play, or you can stay up an hour past your bedtime tonight and hang out in the clubhouse, but then it’ll be tomorrow night before you get an orgasm.”

Without even thinking about it, I asked, “Can I stay up thirty minutes past my bedtime tonight, and wake up thirty minutes early in the morning to play?”

He chuckled. “Yes, my beautiful little Blossom. You may.”