Free Vignettes of a Master by Jason Luke Page A

the heat of her temper. She folded her arms and her eyes became narrowed.
    “I won’t tell you again…” I warned, and my voice rumbled like thunder.
    Leticia didn’t move.
    Quick as a snake, my hand lashed out and gripped Leticia’s shoulder. I pulled her to me. “I warned you!” I said.
    Leticia’s eyes grew wide as saucers and a cry of protest rose in her throat. She was shocked and outraged. I slid my hand down her arm until it was wrapped firmly around her wrist, and then bent her forward, over the edge of the kitchen table. Leticia began to squirm and thrash. I pinned her to the table easily and with my free hand I reached down and tugged the hem of her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist.
    “No!” Leticia cried out, not in pain or fear, but in abject humiliation. I heard a sound like a sob, and then she kicked her legs and twisted her head helplessly from side to side.
    I reached for the elastic of her panties and snapped it. The silky lingerie fell down around her thighs.
    Leticia’s bottom was firm and perfectly rounded. I smiled mirthlessly, and cupped my hand to maximize the sound, but minimize the sting. “You asked for this young lady. Now you’re going to get a spanking until you apologize and learn some discipline!”

Two Ordinary Girls and their Books
    April, 9 th .
     
     
    Jonah watching Leticia at her nude photo shoot.
    She was self-conscious.
    Painfully so.
    The photographer turned to me, set his camera down and shrugged. He wedged a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and mumbled, “I’m taking five. Talk to her, please!”
    I nodded. I waited until the man had left the studio, and then I stepped close to Leticia. I shrugged off my jacket and stood there silently for long seconds, my hands thrust into my pockets and my shoulders hunched in deep thought. Finally I looked into Leticia’s face.
    “Play a part,” I said softly. “I don’t want nude photos of you… I want nude photos of your alter-ego… the sexy sultry woman that turns me on.”
    Leticia looked crestfallen. The nude photo shoot had been a disaster. She stood staring up into my eyes, wearing a pink bra and panties. The fabric was sheer – I could see the dark shape of her nipples and the shadow of her sex beneath the gossamer fabric.
    “Leticia, every woman is self-conscious of their body. But you need to set that aside and become someone else for an hour – you need to become a character – imagine yourself as a famous sex siren, or a well-known female porn actress. Try to imagine how they would move, and how they would look. I want you to pose for these photos, but I want them to be spectacular… and I want you to be spectacular.”

Two Ordinary Girls and their Books
    April, 9 th .
     
     
    Jonah walks in on a girl touching Leticia in his office.
    I pushed open the office door slowly, soundlessly, and stood in the threshold, staring at the sensual scene being played out before me.
    Leticia was standing with her back against the far wall, and in front of her I could see the back of a dark haired woman. I saw arms entwined, and then heard the sounds of soft desperate whimpers of desire.
    The two women were kissing.
    They moved slowly. The dark haired woman had her hands on Leticia’s hips, pulling them close together so that their bodies ground against one another. I could hear Leticia’s breathing becoming more urgent, more hectic.
    Finally the dark haired woman broke the kiss with a long contented sigh and turned to look at me over her shoulder.
    “Well?”
    Leticia’s eyes blinked open. She saw me, and there was a deathly pale look of horror on her face. “Jonah!”
    I held up one hand and smiled. “Relax, Leticia,” I said, and then nodded at the dark haired beauty who had seduced her. “Thank you, Mary.”
    The dark haired woman left the room. She gave Leticia one long last lingering look from the doorway and then blew me a kiss. I closed the door behind her and stood staring at Leticia.