Chapter 3.
At 8.30AM the next morning Alex woke up. She went to her own private bathroom adjacent to her room and took a shower, but slipped back into her pyjamas, she liked to walk around in them for as long as possible.
"Thank God for Immortality when it comes to hangovers, no headache no nausea." she said into the mirror.
When she came into the kitchen Richie was sitting at the breakfast table. He always knew just when to pop along, most of the time it was just before lunch or dinner, but now it was Alex' guess that he ran out of bread or cereals.
"Hey Al" he greeted her and dug his spoon into a bowl of cereal. "You look great today. Nice outfit."
"Goodmorning Richie"
Alex blushed a little as her pyjamas consisted of a knee length 'bigshirt' with the Scottish flag on it. She thought Richie was cute and she had a feeling he liked her as well.
"You got into trouble again didn't you?" Richie asked her.
"I can't believe Duncan told you that. Jeez."
Alex was a little embarrassed that Richie knew about this and she hoped Duncan did not discuss any terms of punishment with Richie.
"Heheh, Duncan didn't tell me anything, Al, I could tell by the look on his face this morning that something was up. I also overheard Tessa saying he should have a good long talk with you, so I figured you were late last night Duncan waited for you yadda yadda yadda"
"Aye, something like that" Alex said and poured coffee into a big mug which said 'Al'. It was a present from Richie, he was the only one who called her Al. "Where are Duncan and Tessa anyway?" Alex asked.
"Duncan had an early appointment with someone who came in yesterday, wanting to know something about the silverware in the store. Tessa went to check out a site for her next art display, she won't be back until after lunch. And I, am off to open the store."
Richie finished his bowl of cereal, drinking the last of the milk out of the bowl and stood up.
"Good luck today Al, I hope Duncan goes easy on you when grounding you which I am sure he will do. There is a great 'eighties-revival-party' in two weeks and yours truly has two tickets." Alex looked at him and said,
"Ar' ye asking me out, Risteard?"
Richie chuckled, he loved Alex' Scottish accent which was still very apparent.
"Aye, I'mmmy laiydie" Richie mimicked, then burst out laughing because Alex gave him a dirty look. "See you around Alexandra Macleod"
A few minutes later Alexandra felt the buzz of another Immortal and sighed. "Well, there goes my life." She thought.
"Hi Duncan, did everything go alright, did you sell anything this morning?" She said as Duncan entered the kitchen.
"Yes, it went fine, thank you for asking." Duncan said in a calm way. Too calm for Alex' taste. "By the way, I ran into Stephanie's mother this morning. She told me Steph was late too last night."
"She was?" Alex asked, getting a little nervous as Duncan approached her.
"Yes, she was." Duncan said and put one hand on the table, the other on the back of Alex' chair and hung over her. "I thought you were hanging out at Stephanie's place. So, how can she be home late, if you two were over there?"
"Danger, Will Robinson!" she thought, but instead of handing Duncan a reasonable explanation Alex started rambling "Oh, ehm, you see, we went for ice-cream and then we ran into Jim, haha, you know Jim, right? And he said he had some great new cd's that were just dying to be played so we went to his place, and well, that's where we lost track of time."
Alex smiled a little and was actually proud of herself right now because of this superb lie she had just thought up, and gained the courage to face Duncan. The Highlander looked down at her with almost no expression on his face at all. Almost. He narrowed his eyes and said,
"Try again, Alexandra."
"I'm not sure what you mean, Duncan." Alex said. Duncan reached into his pocket and flipped some coin on to the kitchen table. Alex immediately recognised the coin. It was one of the tokens they had handed out at the club, if you had a token with "Free" on it you could get a free drink at your next visit. Alex' token had the logo of the club on it and the other side its full name "Midnight".
"This was still in your jeans you wore last night. Tessa found it when she was doing the laundry. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
He stood up straight and paced back and forth the kitchen.
"You lied to me and ye disobeyed me." He shouted. "I canna believe this!" His Scottish brogue surfaced again making Alex feel more and more uncomfortable. "Ye know better than that. Dammit Alexandra! That club is dangerous. We talked abou' this when ye wanted to go to its opening night. The following morning there was nothin' but the reports of fights and drugs at that club in the paper. You are so grounded lassie! For at least three weeks!"
"Oh come on, Duncan this is not fair! I'm not ...." Alex started her defense, but Duncan interrupted her.
"Quiet! Keep your mouth shut. I am not finished yet. This means no TV, no telephone calls, and no computer games or Internet. Ye'll stay in your room except when we're going to eat. Or when we are going to practise or work- out which we'll be doing a lot and it won't be fun you can count on that. Now, go to your room!"
Alex got angry and jumped up.
"No! I will not!"
The other times she got grounded it just meant that she was not allowed to leave the house and now all of a sudden these new rules? This was so unfair. She continued.
"Shit, you can't do this! What am I, your bloody prisoner? You just agreed to my dad to train me that's it, Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod. The rest is up to me. Jezus Christ! I'm old enough to take care of myself, you know!"
Duncan could not believe his ears and for a moment thought he was hallucinating. His anger rised. He somehow managed to regain his calm and slowly said "Do we need to go over the rules of this house again, now?"
He emphasized every word and Alex did not like this calm voice, it made her a little uneasy. She faced him though and said in the same slow manner clearly mimicking him and showing sarcasm,
"No, you do not need to go over anything thank you very much."
"Good," Duncan said and swiftly grabbed hold of Alex's upper arm, "Because /you/ are going /over/ something. My knee."
He sat himself down on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled a very stunned Alex face down over his lap.
"No don't! Duncan!"
Duncan remained silent and simply started to land a series of hard smacks against Alex' backside who now profoundly wished she had dressed herself. Her jeans would have provided a lot more protection from Duncan's large hand than her cotton shirt pyjama did right now.
"Ouch, ow! Stop! Oouuch!" Alex cried out in vain as Duncan methodically continued to spank her.
"This is what happens when you lie to me, young lady!" Duncan said while building a small fire on Alex' poor bottom. "And concerning your age, you may think you're old enough to take care of yourself, but you're still not too old to get a good old fashioned spanking!" he scolded.
"Ow, Duncan, please, Ow!, Ow!, Ow! Stop!" Alex shouted and she tried to struggle free but Duncan kept her firmly in place. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, please Duncan! Ow! It hurts! Stop!" By this time Alex first let out a few sobs and then started crying. "I won't do it again! I swear!"
"You should have known better that to try and deceive me." He said and continued. Duncan was not insensitive to her pleas and crying but still he thought he was doing the right thing. This was just one badly needed lesson and in his opinion a well deserved spanking. "You had this coming some time ago." He said and landed another series of spanks on her backside.
Alex was now crying freely with letting out a few "ouches" here and there. At last Duncan stopped and pulled her to her feet. He put his hand under her chin, raised it and said, "Now again, go to your room."
"Ye-Yes sir," Alex whimpered and rubbed her very painful behind.
In her room she threw herself on the bed an cried into her pillow. She felt completely humiliated and her bottom hurt so badly she thought she would not be able to sit for the rest of the day. She was also certain it was swollen or at least have welts all over. She suddenly realised this was not the first time Duncan had punished her this way. She remembered the time she was seven and was staying with Duncan and Tessa in Paris.
She had not listened to him then and ran across the street without looking left and right for traffic. When Duncan had crossed the road himself he had given her a couple of swats on her backside. Of course she had immediately started to cry. Instead of yelling at her, Duncan had hugged her and explained she really scared him by running off so sudden.
This spanking however, felt different. Not only did it hurt a lot worse but Alex considered herself almost an adult and being spanked like a child was plain awful. Also this time Duncan had not hugged her or said anything comforting.
With a sigh Alex got up from the bed and dressed herself. She examined her bare behind in the mirror and was relieved it was not swollen, just a good dark red. A few minutes later Duncan knocked on her door and entered the room. Alex looked at him and silently sat on the bed. When her bottom touched the mattress she held her breath and then put her full weight down. Duncan almost smiled but remained serious.
"Do not lie to me again, Alexandra." Duncan said.
"I won't, I promise, if anything..." Alex started but she stopped when Duncan raised his hand.
"Stop rambling." He ordered sternly, "I want to hear honest promises, not hasty ones you make up because you want to get out of punishments or talks."
"Our relationship," he waited about two seconds, "is based on trust. When we practise together we have to trust each other. Simply because we work out with razor sharp materials. When I ask you to watch the store, you know as well as I do, that there are some priceless objects there. Still I trust you with full temporary responsibility for that. You trust me, right? If you did not, you would not be so much at ease here as you are. I can see you feel quite at home and that also pleases me."
Duncan waited for Alex to respond but she said nothing.
"I despise lying because I have been brought up to believe in trust and honor", Duncan continued, "in a world of trust and honor, there is no place for lying. I thought that is what your father taught you as well." Duncan sat himself down at Alex' desk next to the bed. "Of course I could give him a call and ask him." He said in a slighty amused way.
"No!" Alex said and looked at him almost horrified. "If my dad was to find out what I've done and hears that you ... well .... you know,... punished me he would.... " Duncan smiled a little.
"He would get on the next plane over here and spank you again." Duncan finished her sentence.
"Yeah, something like that." Alex pulled one corner of her mouth upward. "I'm sorry I lied to you when I said Steph and I were just going to hang out. I do believe in trust, Duncan, and in honor. Hey, I'm also a MacLeod you know."
"I accept your apology, but your punishment still stands. Duncan said. "Three weeks. You stay in your room, no TV, no phonecalls, no..."
"Life!" Alex interrupted him. "I know, I know I heard you the first time. No need for repetition, I can remember stuff."
"No need for that tone either now." Duncan warned.
"You're right, sorry. But, ehm...speaking of needs....I do feel like I need a hug right now." Alex looked hopeful at Duncan.
He looked back at her. "Come here, you." Alex stood up and walked over to him.
Duncan raised to his feet, he was so much bigger than she was and put his arms around her. "Now you behave yourself in the future. Deal?" He pushed her away and stretched out his hand.
Alex slapped it and said "Deal."
End of part one. To be continued in part two.
At 8.30AM the next morning Alex woke up. She went to her own private bathroom adjacent to her room and took a shower, but slipped back into her pyjamas, she liked to walk around in them for as long as possible.
"Thank God for Immortality when it comes to hangovers, no headache no nausea." she said into the mirror.
When she came into the kitchen Richie was sitting at the breakfast table. He always knew just when to pop along, most of the time it was just before lunch or dinner, but now it was Alex' guess that he ran out of bread or cereals.
"Hey Al" he greeted her and dug his spoon into a bowl of cereal. "You look great today. Nice outfit."
"Goodmorning Richie"
Alex blushed a little as her pyjamas consisted of a knee length 'bigshirt' with the Scottish flag on it. She thought Richie was cute and she had a feeling he liked her as well.
"You got into trouble again didn't you?" Richie asked her.
"I can't believe Duncan told you that. Jeez."
Alex was a little embarrassed that Richie knew about this and she hoped Duncan did not discuss any terms of punishment with Richie.
"Heheh, Duncan didn't tell me anything, Al, I could tell by the look on his face this morning that something was up. I also overheard Tessa saying he should have a good long talk with you, so I figured you were late last night Duncan waited for you yadda yadda yadda"
"Aye, something like that" Alex said and poured coffee into a big mug which said 'Al'. It was a present from Richie, he was the only one who called her Al. "Where are Duncan and Tessa anyway?" Alex asked.
"Duncan had an early appointment with someone who came in yesterday, wanting to know something about the silverware in the store. Tessa went to check out a site for her next art display, she won't be back until after lunch. And I, am off to open the store."
Richie finished his bowl of cereal, drinking the last of the milk out of the bowl and stood up.
"Good luck today Al, I hope Duncan goes easy on you when grounding you which I am sure he will do. There is a great 'eighties-revival-party' in two weeks and yours truly has two tickets." Alex looked at him and said,
"Ar' ye asking me out, Risteard?"
Richie chuckled, he loved Alex' Scottish accent which was still very apparent.
"Aye, I'mmmy laiydie" Richie mimicked, then burst out laughing because Alex gave him a dirty look. "See you around Alexandra Macleod"
A few minutes later Alexandra felt the buzz of another Immortal and sighed. "Well, there goes my life." She thought.
"Hi Duncan, did everything go alright, did you sell anything this morning?" She said as Duncan entered the kitchen.
"Yes, it went fine, thank you for asking." Duncan said in a calm way. Too calm for Alex' taste. "By the way, I ran into Stephanie's mother this morning. She told me Steph was late too last night."
"She was?" Alex asked, getting a little nervous as Duncan approached her.
"Yes, she was." Duncan said and put one hand on the table, the other on the back of Alex' chair and hung over her. "I thought you were hanging out at Stephanie's place. So, how can she be home late, if you two were over there?"
"Danger, Will Robinson!" she thought, but instead of handing Duncan a reasonable explanation Alex started rambling "Oh, ehm, you see, we went for ice-cream and then we ran into Jim, haha, you know Jim, right? And he said he had some great new cd's that were just dying to be played so we went to his place, and well, that's where we lost track of time."
Alex smiled a little and was actually proud of herself right now because of this superb lie she had just thought up, and gained the courage to face Duncan. The Highlander looked down at her with almost no expression on his face at all. Almost. He narrowed his eyes and said,
"Try again, Alexandra."
"I'm not sure what you mean, Duncan." Alex said. Duncan reached into his pocket and flipped some coin on to the kitchen table. Alex immediately recognised the coin. It was one of the tokens they had handed out at the club, if you had a token with "Free" on it you could get a free drink at your next visit. Alex' token had the logo of the club on it and the other side its full name "Midnight".
"This was still in your jeans you wore last night. Tessa found it when she was doing the laundry. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
He stood up straight and paced back and forth the kitchen.
"You lied to me and ye disobeyed me." He shouted. "I canna believe this!" His Scottish brogue surfaced again making Alex feel more and more uncomfortable. "Ye know better than that. Dammit Alexandra! That club is dangerous. We talked abou' this when ye wanted to go to its opening night. The following morning there was nothin' but the reports of fights and drugs at that club in the paper. You are so grounded lassie! For at least three weeks!"
"Oh come on, Duncan this is not fair! I'm not ...." Alex started her defense, but Duncan interrupted her.
"Quiet! Keep your mouth shut. I am not finished yet. This means no TV, no telephone calls, and no computer games or Internet. Ye'll stay in your room except when we're going to eat. Or when we are going to practise or work- out which we'll be doing a lot and it won't be fun you can count on that. Now, go to your room!"
Alex got angry and jumped up.
"No! I will not!"
The other times she got grounded it just meant that she was not allowed to leave the house and now all of a sudden these new rules? This was so unfair. She continued.
"Shit, you can't do this! What am I, your bloody prisoner? You just agreed to my dad to train me that's it, Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod. The rest is up to me. Jezus Christ! I'm old enough to take care of myself, you know!"
Duncan could not believe his ears and for a moment thought he was hallucinating. His anger rised. He somehow managed to regain his calm and slowly said "Do we need to go over the rules of this house again, now?"
He emphasized every word and Alex did not like this calm voice, it made her a little uneasy. She faced him though and said in the same slow manner clearly mimicking him and showing sarcasm,
"No, you do not need to go over anything thank you very much."
"Good," Duncan said and swiftly grabbed hold of Alex's upper arm, "Because /you/ are going /over/ something. My knee."
He sat himself down on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled a very stunned Alex face down over his lap.
"No don't! Duncan!"
Duncan remained silent and simply started to land a series of hard smacks against Alex' backside who now profoundly wished she had dressed herself. Her jeans would have provided a lot more protection from Duncan's large hand than her cotton shirt pyjama did right now.
"Ouch, ow! Stop! Oouuch!" Alex cried out in vain as Duncan methodically continued to spank her.
"This is what happens when you lie to me, young lady!" Duncan said while building a small fire on Alex' poor bottom. "And concerning your age, you may think you're old enough to take care of yourself, but you're still not too old to get a good old fashioned spanking!" he scolded.
"Ow, Duncan, please, Ow!, Ow!, Ow! Stop!" Alex shouted and she tried to struggle free but Duncan kept her firmly in place. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, please Duncan! Ow! It hurts! Stop!" By this time Alex first let out a few sobs and then started crying. "I won't do it again! I swear!"
"You should have known better that to try and deceive me." He said and continued. Duncan was not insensitive to her pleas and crying but still he thought he was doing the right thing. This was just one badly needed lesson and in his opinion a well deserved spanking. "You had this coming some time ago." He said and landed another series of spanks on her backside.
Alex was now crying freely with letting out a few "ouches" here and there. At last Duncan stopped and pulled her to her feet. He put his hand under her chin, raised it and said, "Now again, go to your room."
"Ye-Yes sir," Alex whimpered and rubbed her very painful behind.
In her room she threw herself on the bed an cried into her pillow. She felt completely humiliated and her bottom hurt so badly she thought she would not be able to sit for the rest of the day. She was also certain it was swollen or at least have welts all over. She suddenly realised this was not the first time Duncan had punished her this way. She remembered the time she was seven and was staying with Duncan and Tessa in Paris.
She had not listened to him then and ran across the street without looking left and right for traffic. When Duncan had crossed the road himself he had given her a couple of swats on her backside. Of course she had immediately started to cry. Instead of yelling at her, Duncan had hugged her and explained she really scared him by running off so sudden.
This spanking however, felt different. Not only did it hurt a lot worse but Alex considered herself almost an adult and being spanked like a child was plain awful. Also this time Duncan had not hugged her or said anything comforting.
With a sigh Alex got up from the bed and dressed herself. She examined her bare behind in the mirror and was relieved it was not swollen, just a good dark red. A few minutes later Duncan knocked on her door and entered the room. Alex looked at him and silently sat on the bed. When her bottom touched the mattress she held her breath and then put her full weight down. Duncan almost smiled but remained serious.
"Do not lie to me again, Alexandra." Duncan said.
"I won't, I promise, if anything..." Alex started but she stopped when Duncan raised his hand.
"Stop rambling." He ordered sternly, "I want to hear honest promises, not hasty ones you make up because you want to get out of punishments or talks."
"Our relationship," he waited about two seconds, "is based on trust. When we practise together we have to trust each other. Simply because we work out with razor sharp materials. When I ask you to watch the store, you know as well as I do, that there are some priceless objects there. Still I trust you with full temporary responsibility for that. You trust me, right? If you did not, you would not be so much at ease here as you are. I can see you feel quite at home and that also pleases me."
Duncan waited for Alex to respond but she said nothing.
"I despise lying because I have been brought up to believe in trust and honor", Duncan continued, "in a world of trust and honor, there is no place for lying. I thought that is what your father taught you as well." Duncan sat himself down at Alex' desk next to the bed. "Of course I could give him a call and ask him." He said in a slighty amused way.
"No!" Alex said and looked at him almost horrified. "If my dad was to find out what I've done and hears that you ... well .... you know,... punished me he would.... " Duncan smiled a little.
"He would get on the next plane over here and spank you again." Duncan finished her sentence.
"Yeah, something like that." Alex pulled one corner of her mouth upward. "I'm sorry I lied to you when I said Steph and I were just going to hang out. I do believe in trust, Duncan, and in honor. Hey, I'm also a MacLeod you know."
"I accept your apology, but your punishment still stands. Duncan said. "Three weeks. You stay in your room, no TV, no phonecalls, no..."
"Life!" Alex interrupted him. "I know, I know I heard you the first time. No need for repetition, I can remember stuff."
"No need for that tone either now." Duncan warned.
"You're right, sorry. But, ehm...speaking of needs....I do feel like I need a hug right now." Alex looked hopeful at Duncan.
He looked back at her. "Come here, you." Alex stood up and walked over to him.
Duncan raised to his feet, he was so much bigger than she was and put his arms around her. "Now you behave yourself in the future. Deal?" He pushed her away and stretched out his hand.
Alex slapped it and said "Deal."
End of part one. To be continued in part two.