The E in Enigma

Chapter 3 - A Lesson in Pain

Ellie's POV

I could feel Mr Lauriel's gaze on my ass as I gently swayed, his mind was no doubt toying with what he should do to me next. Had he always been this way inclined? I wondered, also thinking about how long he's known I'd been interested in... well, this.

My thoughts were broken by the sound of light wood tapping on his hand. I couldn't see what he was holding, but knowing that he'd already smacked me across the knuckles once today, I had a feeling that it was the same damned spatula as earlier. "Remember this?" He growled. "Let's see if earlier today was just a fluke. Spread your legs slightly for me, Ellie." For once, I decided to do as I was told, parting my thighs to reveal myself already slightly wet in anticipation. "Mmm, if only I wanted you for that..." He continued, inhaling the scent of my arousal.

Without warning, I felt the smack of the wood against my inner thigh, and myself shuddering in surprise, but no noise left my lips. Just another smirk, the smirk that drives men mad whenever they try to gain power over me. "You think you're a tough little girl, Ellie? Count for me."

"One." I replied dryly, the wood meeting my inner thigh once again, "Two." And again. "Three..." Eventually I found myself at twenty, and very pleased with myself. Mr Lauriel has been upping the impact every time, and I was sure my thighs would be mixed shades of red and blue by the time he'd finished. The twenty-first smack never came. "Is that all, Sir?" I smiled, turning to face him. "I believe your promised minutes are up."

Pushing my skirt back down over my thighs, Mr Lauriel stood back in wonder. "What on earth are you?" He began to question. "I've never met anyone who could take a beating like that and still want to smile at me by the end of it." My smile grew, it was true. Whilst I wasn't a "seasoned" professional at taking a spanking, I'd already learned that I could switch off my reaction to pain, and channel it into pure pleasure.

"What I am Sir, and what I could be, are things you'll need to find out tomorrow." I jested, pulling my bag onto my back and walking out of his classroom, plucking the note for my mother off of his desk on my way.

The walk home after missing the bus was always a long one, an hour from one town to the next - but it gave me plenty of time to think over the last five minutes of standing split-legged in Mr Lariel's store cupboard.

What the f**k have you done, Ellie? I hissed at myself. Is this really what you were "looking for" after a dry summer, a teacher to d**k you down and call you sweetheart? In honesty, teachers had never been on my calling cards, I'd always prided myself on going after everyone who thought they were in love with someone else. I loved the power rush that making men infatuated with me gave me. I loved the look of torment on the girls' faces when they'd come home to find their partners tied up in the most uncompromising of positions. More than anything, I just loved being in control of something, anything, and that was precisely what s*x had allowed for me.

Finally, greeted by the sight of my own front door, I twisted the key in the lock and made my way to my bedroom. My younger sister evilly eying me from the hallway. "You'll be pleased to know Mum isn't home yet." Kayleigh barked. "She'd kill you for being this late."

My head hit my pillow before the rest of me made it to my bed, and I welcomed the softness of the blankets enveloping me. It was only 5pm, and if Mum was out, we only had minutes until my stepdad would come parading in with some kind of specialist dinner that she had previously forbidden him from cooking. "Dinner!!!" Dimitris' voice rang out like clockwork "It's Spaghetti Bolognese, your favorite!"

Walking into the living room, I realized I had begun to limp. Damn, that bastard has a hard swing. Memories of Mr Lauriel's little session danced in my mind as I hungrily devoured the plate of pasta in front of me. "Someone worked up an appetite!" Dimitri laughed, tapping his fork on the edge of his plate. "How'd cooking class go, Ellie?"

My eyes widened, I've left the cookies in the bloody store cupboard! "It was good, thanks Dad. I need to collect the cookies tomorrow. They were too hot to carry home." I lied through semi-gritted teeth. It was unlike me to ever forget anything...

Whilst I was known among classmates for being a nerd, a slut, and just about everything in-between, to Dimitri, I was his A-Grade daughter, always going above and beyond what was necessary for the benefit of the family. We might not have been related by blood, but the man had poured his heart and soul into raising me the right way, even if mother dearest had other ideas.

Even thinking of her was like raising a devil from hell, and we shortly felt the wrath of our mother storming in from, as she called it, another hard day at the office. What she did for a living was a mystery to all of us, and one I had no interest in unraveling. The surrounding air always stank of other men, her breath heavy with alcohol, and her eyes dark with distaste for the family she had in front of her.

Mum coming home was enough of a spectacle for me to make my excuses and leave the table, jumping back into bed, and once again allowing the soft blankets to take me to my dreams.

Tomorrow, it all begins again, Ellie. You have no idea what you have started this time.