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Good Morning Little Schoolgirl	By : Linda_Linda Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is unfortunately a work of FICTION (the OC is, uhm, high-school me). I do not know Jimmy Page or Led Zeppelin. I make NO money from this. Pairing: Jimmy Page/author.

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(A/N: Bondage, whipping, et al. Just a warning. Judge not!)
Later
“I can feel your eyes burning holes through me, sweetie.” He looks over his shoulder at me, curled up facing the wall.
“Well, currently I’m just looking,” I reply. He turns back over and I slink up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, rubbing the soft coating of hair on his chest. Flicking my tongue in his ear, I whisper, “And now I’m touching.” An abrupt slap to the rear accompanies my words.
He yelps. Then the yelp turns into a yell and he pounces on me. We fall out of bed onto the floor. I squirm away but he grabs my ankles before I can get up. Pulling my legs apart, he growls. “Bad girl.” He crouches above me and rubs my breasts. I sigh in pleasure. He pulls me up on my knees and bends to kiss my neck with burning-hot lips.
But this is all a diversion! He’s grabbed my belt out of my jeans and binds my hands behind my back. The buckle is cold on my skin. I try to scream and am stifled by Jimmy’s kiss. His tongue darts between my lips and I moan into his mouth.
“Let’s play cops and robbers,” he says. Baby.
His big hand cups my face. How he is so sure I’ve always wanted to do this, I’ll never know, but it sure is a great idea! I sit tongue-tied for a minute.
“What d’ya say, huh?” he asks. “Wanna play a little game with Officer Page?”
Helpless and mute, I can do little but nod vigorously and smile. I don’t trust myself to speak right now.
He grins. “Now let me warn you, this will be very realistic. You’re gonna scream, you’re gonna cry, you’re gonna get whipped and bound and beaten, maybe even fucked with my nightstick if you’re lucky” – he pokes me with a real-looking nightstick and a throb of arousal rushes straight to my heart – “but don’t be afraid, we’re just playing. It’s just a game.” He pauses and gazes at my bare body, apparently deep in thought. “I’ve heard you’re a good actress. Is that true?”
I shrug.
“Well, we’ll see about that.” He grabs some fuzzy handcuffs off a table. “Remember what I said. And don’t be afraid.” He winks and I wink back and kiss his cheek. “Okay, so we’re heading to the police station. I’m arresting you. You don’t wanna go. Got it?”
For once I can actually speak. “Yeah.”
“Alright. And…action.” He tugs the belt binding my wrists and I arch against it.
“Ma’am…” He’s puttin’ on the policeman act. “Please come along. Resisting arrest can add to your sentence.” He pulls harder and I feel my knees scrape the thick carpet.
I give a very unladylike curse and scream at Jimmy like I’ve never screamed at anyone before. "Let me go! No!” Vicariously letting my anger about school and family and life out at him.
“You know you want to,” he purrs, breaking character just for a second, then slings me up over his shoulder and slaps my ass. He clasps cuffs around my ankles so I can’t move. “Bad girl,” he snarls, kissable lips curled, and he stands. The floor seems so far away. And how in the hell can a man only slightly heavier than I carry me?
Oh. Magic. Of course.
“I’ve got you, luv,” Jimmy assures me. He carries me up several flights of stairs and I take in the deep jewel colored carpeting and custom-carved woodwork. We pass a window with curtains wide open and a magnificent view of the backyard. Thankfully, it’s snowing so heavily that people couldn’t see us even if they were in the yard. My eyes grow tired from examining the home décor. I turn my gaze to his ass, closer and less detailed, and very, very easy on the eyes. I press my lips to the small of his back.
As if he can read my mind, he kisses the side of my sore derriere. All too soon we reach a dim bedroom and he throws me down on his magnificent four-poster bed, chaining all four of my limbs to the posts. I lay helpless, in utter shock from the unfounded emotion of earlier and the way he knows - that he can tell without needing to do anything but look between my mercilessly spread legs - that I am aroused more than I can recall ever being.
Jimmy stands at the side of his bed, looking down at me unsympathetically. He reads my rights: “You have the right to remain silent…when I make you come.” He whispers the last part and I grin. “Anything you say can and will be used against you…and your insatiable desires. You have the right to a fair trial.” He pauses, unable to think of a filthy add-on. “You are also entitled to a lawyer…if I fail to satisfy you.” He caresses the inside of my leg and his teasing touch drives me crazy. I strain against my bonds.
“Name: Linda Blank. Age: sixteen. Almost seventeen, but you know ‘sweet seventeen’ doesn’t have the same ring to it.” He pages through an imaginary crime record book. “Crimes committed are as follows: public indecency, resisting arrest, assault of an officer, and possession…of a sweet, sweet ass.” He smiles, a touch evilly.
I can’t help myself much longer. I begin to giggle. He stands, stern and gorgeous as ever, now holding a whip. He doesn't even need to speak to let me know I should stop.
I stop laughing and he continues: “Recommended punishment is as follows: Imprisonment to bed for a minimum of two hours or several vigorous fuckings, whichever lasts longer. And anything else I think necessary. And you know what else I think is necessary, you bad little girl?” He pauses for effect. “How about a good, sound whipping.” He approaches me slow and steady, twirling the whip in his hand.
So that’s why he had that. I was wonder-
CRACK!
I gasp and scream when the whip comes down on my stomach. It hurts like hell. Perhaps, coupled with the feeling of Jimmy’s kiss, it might not hurt so badly. It hits me again, this time on my legs, and my scream turns to a sob. Tears blur my vision as I accept the fact that I can’t do anything about the pain, or the way my boobs jiggle every time I move when he whips me. I jerk against the chains and cuffs and shut my eyes tight, musing on the possibility that I could break free.
The whip lashes me again and again and I scream and cry with truly mixed feelings, begging him to stop or at least not do it so hard. I like this; no, I love it, being alone in the loveliest house I’ve ever seen, with the sexiest schoolteacher ever made. I even enjoy being whipped. Some of the pain isn’t so bad. But must the rest of it be? Now I truly understand the phrase “got a licking.” The whip curls around the object as a tongue might a lollipop…or something else.
He adjusts his aim and the whip smacks between my legs, hitting my sensitive flesh. Oh. Oh. That’s not so bad. But then he hits my stomach again, fuck, it fucking hurts, and the pleasure fades once more.
I open my eyes a tiny bit when he eases his whipping assault, wiping his brow. He’s breathing hard, his long, lithe body glistening with sweat, hair moist and sticking to his neck. He slowly glances over the red marks that crisscross my body and parts his lips to speak. But once again my hopes are dashed.
“Other side, now.” Oh god.
He unlocks the cuffs and releases my legs. “Roll over.” I do and he secures my ankles to the bed once again.
“This might not hurt as much, but it’ll definitely be…better,” he says, and lays one hand on my lower back. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, don’t change your mind,” he warns with the slightest edge to his voice, “don’t ever change your mind.”
Jimmy cracks the whip against my ass, hard, and I gasp. I like it, the pain is just real. Unlike the pleasure some of us have to pretend to feel.
“You simply couldn’t, and you wanna know why? Cause I need you,” he says without waiting for an answer. Another lash of the whip. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, and I knew you were the one. The one who would let me” – and again, certainly leaving a mark this time – “do this, not just let me but love it, too.”
(A/N: The 1000th visitor gets to email me an idea for next chapter...and I'll write it and post it no matter what.)
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