Jasper hovered outside the textiles classroom, he had barely made it on time having got caught in the flurry of one of Aminali’s gossip sermons as he tried to leave after English, and he had really wanted to hear the end of the story but he had already been fearing for his behind all afternoon, he didn’t need to make his situation any worse.

The door opened with a soft ‘clunk’ but it still made him jump, when he turned his mate was staring down at him from the doorway.

“Hi.” He whispered.

“Come in.” She stepped back and he entered. He had only been in the room a few times before but it was pretty similar to most classrooms except with lots of art supplies, sewing machines and pieces of scrap material poking out of every available crevice. The blinds were all pulled down so the light in the room was muted as the overhead bulbs were all off. Alexa shut the door and pulled the blind down over its window too before twisting the lock into place.

“I d-”

“Take your clothes off.” She ordered.

“My… my clothes?” He laughed awkwardly, “Haven’t you heard that song - we don’t have to take our clothes off?” Alexa didn’t find his comment funny.

“All of them. Off.”

Jasper hesitated for only a few more seconds, watching her expression for any change, before he slipped his top off, then his shoes, socks and finally his tight jeans, all piled up onto the table beside him. She stared him down as he fidgeted in his boxers, shifting from foot to foot.

“Underwear off.” She added.

“’Kay.” He mumbled and pulled them down to add to the collection of clothing. He covered his front with his hands but still felt far too exposed for his liking, his skin was cool all over except for his cheeks which burned.

“I want you to learn to obey.” Alexa began quietly, “I want you to show me that you can submit to me as your dominant and even if you can’t stand to behave for anyone else you will do so for me because I. Am. Your. Mate.” she enunciated each word with a tight jaw.

“I-”

“You will not speak unless I ask you to,” She growled down at him, “do you understand?” he shivered, her wolf was radiating a dominant energy that drove his wolf back inside of him with its tail between its legs.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Good,” She stood back and nodded to the nearest desk, cleared of cloth and thread, “you’re going to get on the table and kneel there, hands on thighs and facing forward.” he looked between her and the table a couple of times but neither gave him any other option. He stepped forward and climbed up onto the cold table, goosebumps sprouting up his thighs as he positioned himself onto his knees.

“You’re going to stay there until I give you permission to move, you will not move or speak until your time is up.” He huffed out a short breath but said nothing, for once he couldn’t think of anything to say… What do you say when you’re sitting butt naked on a table in a classroom at four in the afternoon? Alexa was comfortably resting against the table opposite, watching him with raised eyebrows.

His hands began to twitch on his pale legs, he didn’t like sitting still and being watched wasn’t helping, he couldn’t stop looking at her, checking she was still staring at him, then looking away awkwardly… then looking back again…

Eventually he gave in, “What is the point of this?” he groaned, letting his back slump.

Alexa strode silently to him and took his wrists in her large hands, pulling his arms up above his head and squeezing them once to let him know to keep them up. She walked away and grabbed a heavy book from the teacher’s desk, returned, and placed it in his hands. Jasper grunted at the weight, his arms weren’t exactly the thickest part of his body and holding the tome over his head was especially difficult.

Alexa stepped away to rest herself against the table opposite again, “Time starts again, same rules apply.” she said.

He managed to last longer than the last time, but when his arms began to ache he grew irritated and dropped the book to the table with a thud and a sigh.

Alexa approached again and he pouted tiredly, “My arms hurt.” he grumbled. She brought a hand up to cup his cheek but her expression remained neutral, she watched him for a moment and he did his best to look pitiful but she wasn’t moved apparently as she pulled a pair of clothes pegs from her pocket. They were from the laundry room connected to the textiles classroom. Jasper leaned back with a look of concern but she placed one hand against the middle of his back to keep him still and used the other to attach the first peg to his left nipple.

“Ah!” Jasper gasped, his eyelids fluttering in shock at the sharp pain.

Alexa leant her head down, pressing her lips against his ear to whisper, “Breathe through it, I know you can do this, you can reach that place I need you in.” Jasper bit his lip but obeyed, taking a slow breath and releasing it through pursed lips. “Good boy.” She kissed his ear lobe and he squirmed against her, the affection felt good but her words hit something in his lower stomach, warming him. His immediate thought was to feel embarrassed, being called a good boy was condescending and he shouldn’t like it… He shouldn’t… But yet he wanted her to say it again, he wanted her to cuddle and kiss him and call him all kinds of pet names and baby him and… and he didn’t know, but she did, she knew how to make him feel this strange feeling… more of it…

She slipped the second peg onto his other nipple smoothly and although he sucked in another breath sharply, he managed not to complain. She returned book to him and he lifted it obediently, then she sat back on the edge of her table.

A fog was beginning to settle over his mind, he had heard about this… a feeling of calm when behaving submissively… it wasn’t quite holding him fully yet though and the pain in his nipples was still hovering at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t want to disobey, he didn’t want to disappoint her but the pain was bothering him… how much longer?

He turned to look at her round his shaking arms, she was still watching him with her cool expression.

“They hurt.” He whined. She watched him for a moment more and he could feel his lip trembling as he waited. Finally, she stood and approached him, taking the book from his hands, then the pegs from his nipples.

“You’re doing well, honey.” She cooed into the crown of his head. “But this next time you are going to last till the end, you can do it, I promise.” He nuzzled into her chest, his hand rising to clutch at her shirt. Another item appeared from her pocket and he eyed it warily but said nothing, pressing his nose harder into her torso. It seemed to be an elastic hair-band with two long pieces of string attached… She stepped away and he whined again, although this time at the loss of contact. She moved behind him and dragged her fingers through his hair, causing a shiver to run down his neck at the satisfying sensation, and pulled his hair back into a short low ponytail, tying it off with the hair-band. He had never had his hair tied up before, it had never gotten as long as it was now… he supposed his mother had been right about him looking a little shaggy lately…

His thoughts were disrupted when his head jerked back via the mini ponytail by a hand tying a thick piece of string around one of his ankles, the other followed in quick succession, forcing his body into an open and revealing pose, knees spread and head back. He rested as much of his weight onto his palms pressed against the table-top as he could and tilted his chin up to relieve some of the pressure.

“You can do it, honey, trust me.” Those last two words were said which such weight he knew he could believe them. She was his mate, she could feel his capabilities, she wouldn’t push him too far, he could submit. She replaced the pegs, handed him the book and sat back. “Breathe, Jasper.”

He did, he pulled in a full breath and allowed it to centre him, both in his mind and in his balance.

“I’m not trying to hurt you.” Alexa murmured, “I’m not trying to embarrass you.” she ran her hand from his raised chin to his knee lightly, drawing more goosebumps to lift along his skin. “It’s about being obedient, submissive and vulnerable,” She stepped back, slowly retreating to her spot on the other table where he could no longer see her. “but only for me, only for your mate.” She continued, her voice penetrating his thoughts and keeping his mind occupied. “You don’t have to fight everyone away with snark and sarcasm,” He drew every ounce of focus he had, pinning it to her words and her voice, her wolf and her confidence, she knew he could do it so he could. “you can be soft and gentle and allow yourself to be looked after. I’m not asking you to trust anyone else if you don’t want to, but I need you to trust me.”

His arms, knees and nipples ached… but for the first time in his life he wanted to succeed at being submissive, he wanted to prove he could do it, but only for her.

“And I want to know I can trust you to submit to me. Being submissive is incredibly hard,” Breathe in. “it takes an enormous amount of willpower and control and I know you have it in you,” Breathe out. “I know you have that power.” Focus on your breathing, keep it in time with her voice, he thought. Her voice would anchor him and his breaths would rock him with the waves. “I would never think less of you for it and I would not let anyone else treat you less for it. Having a submissive submit to you is an honour and I don’t take it lightly.”

Jasper let out a long a slow breath, closing his eyes as he did so. He felt peaceful, calm, almost drowsy.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when Alexa stood but he let his eyes peel open as she approached him. When her face moved into his field of vision he was relieved to see she had a soft smile painted onto it. The weight in his palms lifted as she removed the book, then the sharp pain in his nipples released as she removed the pegs, leaving behind a dull ache in the puffy buds.

“You’ve managed to surpass all your previous attempts and I’m so proud of you.” She cooed, pulling him into her arms.

“Thank you.” He whispered, nuzzling into her. She pulled herself up onto the table with him and lifted him into her lap.

“Your hair was adorable tied up.” She added, stroking her hands over his sides gently.

“Mmm.” He moaned against her shirt, sinking in deeper.

“Can I play with it some more?”

“Mmm.” Jasper allowed his entire body to relax as her fingers ran over his scalp, brushing the strands back and forth.

“Can I put it back up?” She whispered.

“Mmm.” He was barely listening any more, soaking up her affection and the feel of her hands on him. Maybe he could get used to this…