Jock and Miss Ellie had a good marriage or so it seemed. We know Jock cheated on Miss Ellie at least once and Ray was the result of that affair. But what if that one affair wasn't the only one. What if he was as much a womanizer as JR is now. Sue Ellen had tried to change JR, what if Miss Ellie had tried the same thing with Jock. What if she showed him what he was losing, taught him a lesson that forced him to change his ways. This story explores that possibility.

Title: Lessons

Author: zephiey

Rating: M

Pairing: Miss Ellie/Jock
Category: One Shot

Warnings: Drama
Disclaimer: Dallas and its characters are the property of CBS, Larry Katzman and Warner Bros Studios. No infringement is intended from this work of fiction.

Summary: Miss Ellie teaches Jock a lesson he will never forget.

Lessons

"Thank you for watching them Mavis," said Ellie.

"No thanks are necessary, Ellie" said Mavis. "Are you sure you are going to be okay by yourself?"

"I'll be fine Mavis. Now John Ross you mind Miss Mavis and help her with your brother Gary," said Miss Ellie, kissing the cheek of her oldest son. "I'll be back in two days, okay?"

"Yes, Mama," said John Ross. "Be careful and I'll listen real good for Miss Mavis," he said.

"Good boy," said Ellie, ruffling his hair before giving Gary a kiss. Ellie walked around car to the driver's side. She got in, waved to Mavis and the boys before turning the car around and heading to town and the airport. Her flight to Tulsa would leave in two hours and in four hours Ellie would be in Broken Arrow. Jock Ewing was about to get the surprise of his life.

Ellie paid the cab driver.

"Ma'am are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off at?" asked the driver. The woman didn't look like the type that would frequent a place like this.

"Yes, it is," said Ellie, closing her purse and picking up her suitcase. She walked into the hotel, ignoring the looks she was receiving from the various men in the lobby. Walking up to the front desk, she was just about to ask what room Jock Ewing was in when Punk Anderson stepped forward.

"Miss Ellie," said Punk. "What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised and suddenly nervous at seeing Miss Ellie here in Broken Arrow. Ellie turned to look at Punk and Punk took an involuntary step back.

"What room is he in?" Ellie asked softly.

"Umm… Miss Ellie…," began Punk.

"The room Punk," Ellie said. Her voice was soft and controlled. Punk swallowed anxiously.

"Punk…," said Ellie, the steel in her voice unmistakable.

"302 Ellie, but I don't…," began Punk but stopped speaking as Ellie picked up her suitcase and entered the elevator the doors closing on her immediately.

Punk looked around then ran a hand through his hair. Walking to the bar, he ordered double bourbon, drinking it down in one gulp. Punk knew Jock was a dead man.

Ellie walked down the hall to room 302. Knocking on the door, she waited patiently. A scantily clad redheaded woman opened the door. "Yea," she said.

Ellie walked inside ignoring the woman's spluttered protests. Looking at the woman Ellie asked, "How much?"

A look of confusion graced the redhead's face before understanding dawned.

"Five hundred dollars," the redhead said, smirking at the petite blonde haired woman.

Ellie reached into her purse, pulled out a single thousand-dollar bill and handed it to the woman. "Leave," said Ellie.

"But my things…" Red began, trailing off when she saw the look on the other woman's face. Deciding she could buy new clothes she quickly left, not bothering to close the door. Ellie walked over to the door and softly closing and locking it. Picking up her suitcase, she walked into the bedroom.

On the bed asleep, a sheet barely covering him was her husband of eight years. Ellie placed her suitcase on the small stand near the dresser and opened it. Removing the padded tethers used to for horses and a quirt Ellie placed everything on the bed. Removing her coat then dress Ellie draped both items on one of the chairs. Picking up the tethers Ellie moved to the bed. Quietly and efficiently she tethered Jock's arms and legs to the bed. Satisfied he was secure she removed the new nightgown she had bought and entered the bathroom. Ten minutes later she emerged, showered and dressed in her new nightgown. Checking Jock, she sat down in one of the chairs and waited for her darling husband to wake.

Jock came awake slowly. His head hurt from too much drink and his body hurt from well…he smirked…he knew why his body hurt. He tried to stretch but he couldn't move his arms. His eyes widened when he turned his head to see the restraints on his wrists. Lifting his head he noticed his legs were also tethered.

"What the hell," he cursed angrily. He pulled and bucked trying to free himself, cursing the entire time.

"Relax Jock. You won't get free until I decide," a soft voice said from the other side of the darkened room.

"Ellie? What?" Jock asked confused. "What's the meaning of this woman?" he demanded, looking in the direction of her voice. "Dammit Ellie, release me," he demanded again. Light suddenly blinded him as the floor lamp next to the bed was switched on. Blinking his eyes to adjust them to the sudden light Jock hissed an indrawn breath at the sight that greeted him. Standing next to the bed, looking down at him was his wife of eight years, Miss Ellie. She was wearing a sheer black nightgown that left little to the imagination.

The nightgown emphasised her full breasts, her peaked nipples, and her slender waist that curved into generous hips. He could see the slight bulge of her mother's pouch in her lower belly and the trimmed hair hiding her centre. Her thighs and calves were smooth and he knew from experience the skin would be soft and silky. The low heels she wore lent her a bit of height and emphasised her nicely rounded bottom. Jock could feel the heat begin to race through his veins at the sight of his wife. It was always like this, this fire that seemed to burn whenever he was near Ellie. No other woman, and there were many, could ignite his passions like his wife.

"Ellie, why am I tied? And why are you wearing…," he began but stopped speaking when Ellie placed a finger to his lips to silence him. His eyes darkened as he enjoyed the sight of her leaning over him, her breasts just inches from his mouth and the sight and scent of her filling his senses.

"All in good time Jock, all in good time," said Ellie. "But first, we need to clean you up. I prefer you smelling only of you, not some cheap tramp," added Ellie. Jock's eyes widened at her statement. Jock immediately tried to explain.

"Ellie, I can explain," began Jock.

The crack of a whip near his chest surprised Jock. He stared at the dark leather quirt lying against the white sheet.

"Quiet," Ellie ordered softly. "Now you have two choices Jock. The first is to remain quiet while I wash you. The second is…," Ellie said, trailing the leather up Jock's side. "Let's just say the second is a bit more painful than the first. Now which do you choose?" she asked softly.

Jock stared at Ellie. He could see the anger in her eyes. He knew she could and would whip him if he continued to ignore her warning. He clenched his jaw, fighting down his anger and said, "The first Ellie…the first."

"Good," replied Ellie, laying the quirt down on the bedside table. Ellie walked to the bathroom and retrieved a pitcher and basin, washcloth and soap. Setting the basin on the floor next to the bed, she poured a bit of water from the pitcher into it, lathered up the washcloth and began to wash Jock.

She started at his shoulders, moving the washcloth over his arms to his hands. Rinsing his arms and hands she moved to his chest and sides. Washing then rinsing the soap from both areas she pulled the sheet off his legs, exposing them. She made sure the sheet remained covering his abdomen and groin. Washing first the left leg, she lingered over the skin of his upper thigh, moving the washcloth in a circular motion. The soft groan from Jock told her he wasn't unaffected by her attentions. She moved down his leg, to his foot and then back up again.

She repeated her attentions to his right leg, making sure to wash the skin of his upper thigh thoroughly. She could hear how his breath hitched every time she moved the washcloth over his thigh. She moved down his leg to his feet, washing then rinsing him.

Finally done with the majority of his body she dropped the washcloth into the basin. Moving back she looked up at Jock's face, his jaw clenched and his breathing ragged. She knew he was anticipating her washing the rest of him. Her body was also eagerly anticipating her actions. Her centre was moist and her skin flushed. For all his faults Jock Ewing was a handsome man and stirred a lust and longing unlike any other man. Even Digger Barnes, the man she had thought she had once loved couldn't ignite the passion inside her that Jock Ewing did. But it was more than simply lust for Jock, she loved him desperately, wholly and his cheating caused her heartache and pain unlike any she had ever experienced.

She had thought she could deal with his carousing. Thought she could ignore his womanizing but she discovered she couldn't and wouldn't accept him cheating on her. So she had come up with a plan to show him exactly what he was losing, exactly what he had lost. Hearing about the women her husband enjoyed from their eight-year-old son had been the final straw. John Ross had no idea what he was revealing or how much it hurt his mother. She had kept the tears from falling by sheer stubbornness, but later that night, alone in their cold bed at Southfork she had cried. Cried for the pain she was experiencing, cried for the loss of her husband and cried for the end of her marriage. After today, she, Eleanor Southworth Ewing would sleep alone, live alone and raise her sons alone.

She had had enough!

Ellie reached for the sheet that covered Jock. She pulled it off slowly, letting the cotton caress his growing arousal. Completely uncovered, Ellie bent down, retrieving the washcloth from the basin. Wringing it out, she lathered up the cloth before sitting down next to Jock. With sure practiced movement she began to wash her husband's abdomen and groin.

Jock gritted his teeth as he felt the sheet trail over his penis. The soft sensation was the sending sparks of fire through his body. He could feel his shaft growing with every inch the sheet moved. Finally uncovered he glanced up at Ellie as she looked down at him. His breath hitched and he groaned as he watched her unconsciously moisten her lips at the sight of his arousal. When she bent down, her hair just brushing his side he held his breath, and clenched his hands into fists. The thought of her taking him in her mouth caused his entire body to clench in anticipation. He couldn't believe how much he lusted after this woman.

Hell, who was he kidding? He loved her. More than loved her, he needed her. She was the other half of his soul and he didn't know if he could survive without her in his life. He knew his womanizing hurt her, but even knowing it did he found himself unwilling to stop. There was something about the chase and the hunt that heated his blood. None of the woman meant a dammed thing to him other than a quick fuck. He was just thankful Ellie seemed to understand his need for other women. He shuddered to think what would become of him if she ever left him.

The feel of the wet washcloth on his abdomen pulled him from his thoughts. He watched as Ellie washed him slowly and gently, gritting his teeth against the exquisite torture of her touch. By the time she rinsed him he was throbbing and he jerked against the restraints once again, trying to break free so he could make love to his wife.

"Dammit Ellie, let me loose," he demanded, his lust and need deepening his voice. He wanted to hold her, caress her but these dammed restraints were preventing him from doing just that.

"No," Ellie replied, before standing. She carried the pitcher, basin, and washcloth back into the bathroom before returning to the bed. Ellie stood there looking down at Jock. He was magnificent. So handsome, so virile and all she wanted was for him to need her as much as she needed him. Ellie picked up the quirt from the bedside table, flicking it gently against her thigh. Moving closer to the bed she trailed the end of the quirt across Jock's chest, and down his abdomen, skirting his groin over his hip and down to the top of his thighs.

"Ellie," moaned Jock, the feel of the leather sending shards of pleasure throughout his body. He could feel his shaft throbbing and pre-cum leaking from his glans. He whimpered his eyes closing tightly as he felt her gently flick the quirt against his erection. He tried to control his body, tried not to buck, reaching for the next sensations as she continued to flick and trail the soft leather over him.

"Oh gawd Ellie…please," he begged, eyes still shut tightly as the sensation of the leather moving across him slowly eroded his control. With a final soft flick Ellie dropped the quirt onto the side of the bed.

Ellie looked at her panting, straining husband and softly said, "Jock look at me. Open your eyes and look at me."

Jock slowly opened his eyes, his breath coming in harsh pants as his erection throbbed. The sight that greeted him robbed him of breath. Somehow Ellie had managed to straddle his body as he fought for control. She now leaned over him, her breasts just inches from his mouth, her eyes locked onto his. He could feel the heat from her centre as she hovered over him and he gasped as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

The feel of her was exquisite. He couldn't stop the groan that left his mouth as she slowly began to move on him. He tugged at the restraints as she moved tortuously slow. He couldn't stop the pleas that fell from his lips as she rode him slowly.

Finally, she seemed to take pity on him and she increased her speed. He met her as best he could thrust for thrust, pleading and begging her to release the restraints so he could flip them over and drive into her body. She ignored his pleas as she continued to ride him. Her movements driving his desire higher and higher. Leaning forward Ellie captured Jock's mouth in a feral kiss. She felt him surrender to her completely as she plundered his mouth and body.

Ellie knew it would be only moments before Jock came, she could feel his shaft hardening inside her even more. Wanting to join him in ecstasy she slipped her hand between their bodies to caress herself. Firm pressure coupled with the feel of Jock thrusting into her body triggered Ellie's orgasm. She shouted, "Jock!" as she shook above him. The intense squeezing of her body around him pushed Jock over the edge and he roared his release. The combination of his orgasm, the amount of alcohol he consumed earlier and his anger caused Jock to slip into oblivion.

Recovered, Ellie sat up slowly. Noticing Jock's deep even breaths she realized he had slipped into a deep sleep. Surprised but secretly pleased that she wouldn't have to resort to the drugs she had brought along to knock him out, Ellie climbed off Jock. Looking down at the evidence of their lovemaking she decided not to clean him. Let it be a reminder to him of what he lost. Moving confidently, she removed the restraints from his wrists and ankles before covering him with the sheet.

Picking up the restraints she moved to grab the quirt, but decided against it. She would leave the quirt as another reminder to what he lost. Placing the restraints back into her suitcase she removed the nightgown she wore and tossed it onto the bed. A further reminder to Jock. Quickly showering and dressing, she closed her suitcase and removed the letters from her purse. Placing both on the bedside table next to the quirt she looked down at her husband. Tears formed in her eyes, slipping over her cheeks. She ruthlessly stamped down her feelings, angrily wiping the tears off her cheeks. She wouldn't shed any more tears for this man. Picking up her suitcase she walked out of the room, softly closing the door.

It was time to go to her sons.

Jock woke slowly. He stretched; surprised he was able to move freely. Sitting up he looked around, shocked to see Punk sitting in the chair at the end of the bed, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"Where's Ellie?" Jock asked, surprised at not finding her lying next to him.

"Gone," answered Punk.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" demanded Jock, stunned that Punk would allow Ellie to leave.

Punk stood and threw an envelope at Jock. "Read it," ordered Punk.

Jock ignored the letter and growled, "To hell with a letter. I want to know where my wife is."

"Read the god dammed letter," snarled Punk lifting the bottle to his lips.

Jock ripped open the letter and began to read it, paling at the words written. "No," Jock murmured. "No," he shouted, dropping his head into his hands. Raising his head, tears filling his eyes he looked at Punk. "Why…why didn't you stop her?"

"I didn't know," whispered Punk.

The End