A/N Well! I wasn't intending to start posting this quite so soon! This is a follow-up to a one-shot that I wrote last year. The pairing is a little unusual to say the least and I know that it won't be to everyone's taste but I would appreciate a little feedback! My intention for this is for it to be a little more than PWP and it probably won't be more than a dozen chapters at most. Please read, enjoy and review!

Allie )O(

The boys had been living in their own places for six months now. They were no longer the 'future famous' they were enormous stars and things had gotten so bad at The Palmwoods that they'd had no choice but to finally move out. But there was no way they were living in Bel Aire! James had a house of his own high up in the hills, with a wonderful view from the patio and everything he could possibly need...

Except one little thing.

After the boys had moved out, Jennifer Knight had decided that now was the time for them to stop their secret meetings. Not that she thought James should give up his desires to be dominated and spanked. She just thought he should go find himself a nice young woman closer to his own age to satisfy his desires. And that was his problem. He couldn't find one.

Although getting girls into his bed was extremely easy, he could get all the pussy a guy his age could ever want. But the second that he suggested that they might like to tie him up or put him over their knee and cane his ass, that had them running for the hills. So now he sat here with his phone in his hand preparing to phone a number he hadn't called since before he left The Palmwoods.

Jennifer was sitting on the couch at the house that the boys had bought her as a gift for all the care she had given them when they came to LA to become pop stars. And to be honest, she was bored. Now that she only had Katie living with her she had much less housework to do less people to interact with during the day. As she flicked through the tv channels showing yet more boring programmes she heard her phone starting to ring. Only it wasn't her normal phone. It was the cell phone that she had bought just to talk to James when they were in their secret little relationship. She still kept it charged and on, 'just in case' even though it had not rung in all the eight months since James had moved into his own apartment. Getting up from the couch she picked it up from where it was tucked behind a vase on the high shelf.

She looked at the caller ID.

It said 'Boy Calling'.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Surely not?

She took a deep breath and pushed the answer button before he rang off, quickly trying to get back into how these calls went. There was silence at the other end of the line for a second, he would never speak first, but she heard him give a little gulp and knew he was there.

"Yes?" She growled into the phone and he couldn't bite back the groan that escaped his lips. Just that one word and everything came back to him.

"Mistress? It's me." He paused and breathed deeply, continuing before she had time to reply. "I..I need to be disciplined."

She held the phone to her chest for the briefest of moments while she tried to decide how to answer him. While she had been the one to end their encounters she missed him like crazy. She'd even joined a few on-line communities for subs and doms in the hope of finding someone new to satisfy her desires, but none of the boys she had chatted with on-line was a patch on James. She brought the phone to her lips and tutted into the mouth piece.

"So needy aren't you?" She purred into the receiver. "Such a bad Boy." She dropped back onto the couch, her knees feeling weak and her mouth going a little dry.

"I'm sorry Mistress. I know you said I was ready for someone else to discipline me but I can't find anyone as good as you and I'm worried I will start misbehaving again. I need instruction." He paused briefly, his voice coming back with a pleading tone. "Please?"

Jennifer's mind froze. Did she really want to start this up again? She did miss it, the interactions, seeing this beautiful, strong, young man naked before her. Trusting her with every aspect of his pleasure, the spanking, the dominance, the sex. That beautiful face looking up at her, the golden, hazel eyes almost black as his pupils dilated with lust, the spiked collar strapped tight round his throat. Fuck! The collar! She's disposed of it before they moved, worried that Katie might see it among her belongings and ask what it was.

"Hmm? You really have no one else to discipline you?" She asked him. James answered her honestly.

"I don't really want anyone else to discipline me. You are my mistress."

"Dear sweet Boy. I'm afraid I no longer have your collar. What should we do about that?" She could hear the happiness in his voice because she hadn't simply said 'no'.

"I. I could probably get a new one. If you would like me to, Mistress?"

She could feel herself rapidly becoming wet as she thought over the endless possibilities of taking James back under her control. She really wanted this. During the last eight months she had only actually had sex twice, both times it had been with extremely attractive men of her own kind of age. And both times it had actually been extremely disappointing. One of the major advantages of taking a lover of James' age was stamina. James could satisfy her over and over and was usually 'up' for more when they woke in the morning too.

"Yes, Boy. I think that we should meet up and see how things go, don't you? Then I can decide if I want to resume our previous training regime." She told him.

James wanted to scream his excitement, but that would be frowned upon, he knew. Instead he kept his voice neutral.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." He wanted to say more, but knew not to, instead just waiting to see if Jennifer would have anymore instructions for him.

"You know where the house is?" Of course he did! He helped pay for the house.

"Yes, Mistress." She thought this over carefully, she didn't want their meeting to be rushed. Oh! Katie was going to a slumber party on Friday night! She had actually finally made some friends of her own age and most weekends she stayed over at one of her girlfriends houses to talk boys and eat pizza and cup-cakes. That would be perfect.

"Are you free on Friday night for your instruction to begin again?" She asked. James could barely keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Yes, Mistress. And I think I know where I can get a new collar. I can go there tomorrow."

"Very well. I shall expect you at the house at, shall we say, nine-thirty on Friday evening?"

"Yes, Mistress. As you wish." He wriggled slightly in his seat adjusting the erection that had formed during their conversation. Just the sound of her speaking to him with the tone of voice she only used when she was being his Mistress made him so excited.

"And I expect you to do everything that I wish when you get here. Do not forget that."

"No,Mistress. I will not forget."

"I will phone you on Thursday to make sure that everything is in order. If nothing has changed I will expect you here. Understand?" She was already having thoughts about what she would do to him when she saw him. She was so excited at the idea of having her Boy back!

"Thank you, Mistress. Goodbye." He reached down and slowly palmed himself, knowing that he would tell her all about touching himself while on the phone to her, just so she would definitely have a reason to punish him on Friday.

"Goodbye, Boy. Please try to be good." She told him, though she really didn't want him to be!

"I will." Then he heard the phone click as she hung up.

A/N going for shorter chapters in this and hopefully getting one a week out. Let's see how this is going to go. I am truly interested in your views, so even if this really disgusts you, let me know!

Until next week!

Allie XXX