Ch. 11: Preview #6

Theo was sour.  Frustrated.  Horny as hell.

All he’d wanted was a quickie from Alice.  Hand job, blow job, didn’t matter.  Just five minutes – who was he kidding? way less – and he would’ve left relaxed, satisfied, and able to handle the ordeal ahead.

Or at the very minimum, he should’ve been given a moment to see his girlfriend, hear her voice – and god, hug those tits? – and that would’ve at least given him something to take his mind off of Jen, this awful room, and the mysterious Exhibition.

But Jen above all.  Jen.  Jen.  Jen.  His entire day was Jen.  Nonstop.  Not even a rest.

Jen.  Jen.  Jen.  How thoroughly she dominated his thoughts.

And now, already, way too soon: she was coming.  She was here.

At the sight of her, his whole body clenched.  There was so much of her, coming through the downsized door.  The smallness of the room made her seem absolutely gigantic as she crouched forward and approached the bed.  Her wide bottom hit the mattress like a sledgehammer.  It would’ve thrown him sideways except for her hand already around him and pinning him strongly against her.  The feel of heavy thigh and soft bosom against him set his mind aflame.

Jen felt a tingle of realization as her tiny teammate squirmed at her side.  With her free hand she turned his head up to hers, feeling the instant connection between them: authority flowing down from her; anxious awareness up from him, like a powerful closed circuit. 

Nora was right: she couldn’t see him being strong enough to do what was right, under pressure.  Not on his own.  He needed his Mighty to step up and help him, like only she could.  And she’d thought of the perfect compromise, the perfect answer for him.  “I know what to do,” she said aloud, with swelling confidence.

“W… What?” said her Mouse in characteristic confusion.

She smiled excitedly then forced herself to be serious.  “Let me explain first.  I was so frustrated with you, back there.  Just when I thought you were really buying in and had put all that bad stuff behind you, you decided to go back to square one.”  She chortled softly.  “Or so I’d thought.”

“Um…”

“I see it now: you weren’t deciding to act out at all!  It’s that sometimes you get emotions you can’t help.  I think there’s still a lot of bad impulses up there in that brain of yours.  And it’s not your fault you haven’t gotten control of those yet.  It’s mine.”

Hers?  What is she—?  He tried to turn his head away, but her hand was under his chin again immediately and pulled him right back.

“The talking part’s almost done.  I want you to understand why I have to do this, first.  It’s to help you, teammate.  That’s the whole reason.”

Do what?  His breaths came up short.  Do what?

“Stand up.”

“Why?” his voice squeaked.

Her hand flashed in a repeat of her instruction.  He knew she might not give him another chance to obey, so he was on his feet swiftly.  Strangely, she aligned him perpendicular to her, facing her thigh from the side.

“I got good advice,” said Jen, “from several women.  Ones who are a lot more experienced with this than me.  They said I should have done this days ago; said there’s really only one way to make you learn and move on. I didn’t quite believe them before … but now I do.”

“B…Believe what?”

“That I need to spank you.”

The ground shifted under his feet. Air rushed from his lungs.

“Don’t fight it,” said her voice jarringly tender.  “I’m going to let go of your arm, and I want you to lay across my lap willingly.  That’ll prove to me that you’re committed to this team and want to make yourself better.”

Pure panic kicked in. Fight-or-flight instincts told him to get the hell out of there. But her grip made his efforts trivial.

“I won’t let go until you stop fighting,” she said, eerily calm.

He fought even harder. “But … But I’ve been good! I-I’ve followed your rules!!”

“And that’s why I’m going to go easier on you for this first time.  Just enough to make it sink in.”

How could she so calmly say something so insane!  “Think this through!” he shrilly implored.

“I have,” said Jen with full confidence.  “Completely. Nothing you can say will change my mind.  You need to accept it and lay across my knees – right now.”