She was not afraid of the riding crop he wielded. She had felt it before. She would survive. Jake brought the crop down on her already warmed cheeks and she let out a cry. He placed a hand on her back, and the contact assured her he was still there.
He struck again, and a tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. Jake was right, she needed to pay more attention.
Another strike and she whimpered against the force. Her mind replayed his words, and she saw their truth. She lived in a fantasy world. When things got too real, she retreated. Yes, she had been hurt, but life had gone on, hadn’t it?
Jake laid a line of fire down right on her sit spots, and she jumped.
“Try to stay still,” he soothed. His voice broke through her reverie, and she was comforted to know he cared. “You’re doing well.”
His praise filled a void inside she didn’t know had been there. Despair no longer clawed at her, and she worked on taking her punishment well so Jake would know how much she appreciated it.
She anticipated the next stroke and tensed her body as she waited. He tapped the back of her thighs.
“Take a breath.”
She obeyed.
“Now let it go.”
On her exhale he laid down three hard and fast blows. Her tears flowed freely now. Her bottom felt like she had sat in burning embers.
“Jake,” she called his name on the next blow.
He responded with quicker and harder strikes.
She had reached her limit; she couldn’t take anymore. Panic built inside. He didn’t know her, didn’t know what she could take. How would he know to stop? Her body shook, racked with sobs. She let it out. Her fear, her disappointment—it all bubbled to the surface and she let it flow out.
She was remotely aware he had rounded the bench again and was stroking her face. He murmured soothing words in her ear as she cried. He brushed her tears away with his thumb, then kissed her forehead, wiped her nose, held her chin, and stroked her hair.
Eventually, her breathing slowed.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His comment confused her; she was certain she was a mess, and she was embarrassed at her breakdown. It was not enough of a spanking to make her such a mess. She had taken far more before.
“I’m sorry.” She choked on her words, still out of breath from the odd angle and the crying.
He circled behind her again and lifted her at the waist. He placed her on top of the bench, the cool leather on her hot ass making her wince. She squeezed her legs together, realizing the wetness seeping onto her thighs. Her pants had kicked off of one ankle, and they hung in a twisted mass off of the other. Sitting on the top of the bench with her feet resting on the seat brought her to eye-level with the much taller Jake.
He nudged his knee between her legs and stood between her thighs, wrapping his large arms protectively around her. She tucked her head under his chin.
“I’m so proud of you,” he told her.
She pushed back and eyed him in surprise.
He smiled at her. “You took that well. You are such an amazing woman, Coral. You need to never forget that.”
She shrugged and went to bury herself back into him, but he pulled back, keeping her at arm’s length.
“Shrugging isn’t a response. Neither is nodding.” he was speaking sternly now, a contrast to the coddling tone he had just been using.
She almost nodded in response but caught herself. “I don’t really agree I am an amazing woman, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
The corners of his mouth quirked up, and he pulled her back in, running his hands down her back. “I have ways of convincing you to see it from my perspective.” His hands reached the bottom of her shirt and tugged it up, whisking it over her head. He unsnapped her bra with one hand and covered a newly bared nipple with the other. He brought his mouth down to her breast, and she arched her back, moaning in response. As a result her ass ground into the leather covered bench, and she gasped. Her pussy moistened fromboth the reminder of her chastisement as well as Jake flicking his tongue over her hardened nipple.
She pushed her pussy into the hardness she felt encased in his pants. She wanted him to take her. She slid her shaking hands down, adrenaline pumping through her, and fumbled with his button. She wanted this, something she didn’t recall wanting since her ex had left her.
She managed to free his cock, and she arched further, pressing her core against him as he continued his assault on her nipples. She was out of her depth, and she needed him to take her further as her body shook.
