“You must void yourself of sentimentality.”
Those words had been spoken to her long ago, when she was an apprentice at the Salaxastrum Academy of the Spirit-sciences. The school was governed under the strict auspices of the Matronati, women who had mastered the art of harnessing the energies that raged inside them.
From the age of ripening young women who showed promise would begin their instruction on the theory of drawing upon their salaxual energies. It wasn’t until the age of nineteen that Lexxia began to practice calling upon and controlling those energies. Some did not begin the Drawing until they were much older and some never advanced to that level, but Lexxia had been exceptional. And no one understood that better than the Matronatrix, the headmistress of the order. She constantly pushed Lexxia to reach within herself and beyond herself to realize that potential.
But that attention was not appreciated by Lexxia at the time. The Matronatrix did not offer her attentions lightly and her private lessons were often hard-learned.
At that moment Lexxia had proved a particular disappointment to her mentor. Bent over her instructor’s desk, Lexxia reluctantly pulled up her skirt to receive her reward for earning that disapproval.
“Take down your panties,” the Matronatrix commanded her calmly. “Yes, Matron,” Lexxia said, eager to please.
Lexxia reached back without looking back, pulling her panties down past her hips and letting them slip down around her ankles. She pulled her short skirt back up to her waist and held it there, presenting herself for discipline. It was a cold, vulnerable feeling, but it also excited her to be at her mentor’s mercy.
The Matronatrix sighed.
“You have a power inside you that you are smothering with this need to focus your energy on needless infatuation,” said the Matronatrix. Lexxia said nothing. She knew she was not there to offer reply or defense. Just as she knew what was coming next.
She gasped as the riding crop cracked against her bare buttocks, the pain sharp and sudden and far too intimate a thing. The sting of it lingered, her pale skin left marked in red for only the Matronatrix to enjoy.
“You are not here to learn how to love one,” her mentor reminded her, “but to love all.”
The riding crop struck again, harder this time. Lexxia shifted forward this time in an involuntary response to the impact. She rubbed against the smooth surface of the desk as she did, and when she cried out she realized that it wasn’t merely from the pain.
“You are more adept in the understanding of your body than any pupil I have ever instructed,” the Matronatrix told her, “but you must learn to control your heart if you wish to master yourself.”
A third time the braided black leather of the crop struck Lexxia’s bare flesh. A third time she cried out, louder than before. She gasped as the pain subsided, relishing the revenant rawness it left in its wake. She also felt an unexpected wetness inside herself.
“If I said it gave me no pleasure to punish you, then we would both be missing the point,” the Matronatrix explained.
Her voice was a confident purr as she traced the red markings she had left with the tip of the riding crop.
“You must not limit yourself in your ability to feel, Lexxia.”
Then she spanked Lexxia with the smooth shiny latex of her gloved hand. Her palm struck the pink trails left by the riding crop and Lexxia writhed at the sensation.
“Do you understand?” the Matronatrix demanded, striking her even harder.
“Yes, matron,” Lexxia moaned.
“Tell me you understand,” the Matronatrix commanded coldly. The flat of her hand struck once more.
“I understand, Matron,” Lexxia cried out.
The pleasure-pain of her mistress’ punishment drew a tear that moistened Lexxia’s cheek. But that could not compare to how wet it left her between her legs.
Now the Matronatrix traced the stinging wounds with her fingers as if to soothe them.
“You mustn’t fall in love, Lexxia,” she cautioned her. “But that isn’t to say you cannot love. Our way means finding your love in all things. And that means finding pleasure in all things.”
The probing fingers of the Matronatrix found Lexxia’s moistened lips, tracing and caressing them teasingly.
“Do you understand?” she asked, reaching past those waiting lips to tease the pink bud that hung above them.
“I understand, Matron,” Lexxia whimpered.
Desire and anticipation welled up inside her, the pain still present even as the Matronatrix began to pleasure her. The expert gentleness of those fingers became evident in each graceful motion. Two of them slipped between her eager lips while one remained curled up before the gulf of boundless pleasure that Lexxia kept hidden within her. Now the Matronatrix was reaching inside her as though she meant to physically draw it out.
“Matron…” Lexxia moaned, seeing stars within her as the sexual fire inside was stoked to perditious flame.
“Reaching beyond yourself does not mean losing yourself, Lexxia,” the Matronatrix said softly as her slick fingers caressed and explored the deep well of her womanhood.
“Once you have learned that lesson you will see that this flesh need not be a cage, but a key…”
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