Another slight smile. His hands are open and relaxed. Time to push him towards that catharticrelease.
“You weren’t a bad boy, Ryan,” I said firmly while rubbing hisshoulder.
I felt his muscles tense under my hand and out of the corner of my eye, his hands flexed. Those few words reached him and hit him hard. His breathing became labored and his lips parted. The more I rubbed, I more I could feel the tension grow in hisback.
It wasn’t going to be hard to make Ryan hit that point that he needed to reach today. Time to put him in a familiar place, but make him hear what he neverheard.
I repositioned myself and swatted his ass. Beautiful lines that framed his hamstrings and quads showed themselves as his body tensed. He tried to pull his arms closer to him for comfort; and probably out ofhabit.
That’s okay, Ryan. Hug thatbench.
The falls of my flogger not only reddened his ass, but it caused the part of his face that I could see to becomeflushed.
“You didn’t deserve what they did to you, Ryan,” I added to push him towards arelease.
Instant discomfort. He became antsy and tried to adjust his position as best as he could. His arms and shoulders were first to move, then his toes curled and rested into a tense place. When I saw him lift his head, I slowed my pace and watched his lips to see if ‘hairdryer’ was being formed. His nostrils flared, but he let his head rest on thebench.
After each swat, I did a quick scan of his body and looked for the telltale sign to show me where he was at emotionally. It took a few more swats to his ass and then I saw it. He tried to curl into the bench. His knees lifted up from where they had remained still and now edged off the knee pads, and his arms slid down the frame towards hiswaist.
He was where I needed him mentally now. I stood closer to his shoulders so I could watch him while I put a dent in hisarmor.
“You weren’t a bad boy. You were like all boys and discovered yourself,” I assuredhim.
Ryan sniffled and the chains clanged against the wood frame of the bench as he attempted to pull his arms and wrists closer to his center. I put the flogger in my left hand and rubbed firmly on his upper back. I swore that I felt him push upward toward myhand.
“You didn’t deserve what they put you through,Ryan.”
He was caving. I continued to rub on his back, and while I spoke, heunraveled.
“You’ve been so brave today,Ryan.”
Even though he was uncomfortable, his back raised up to find my hand. He trusted me to seek comfort. Ryan Hudson had a starved soul. He hungered, and needed a firm hand that could give him the pain he needed to cry, but also nurturehim.
Right then I knew; Ryan’s needs would be best met as abottom.
“You were a good boy,Ryan.”
He turned his head and pressed his face into the frame of the bench as he cried. His sobs tore at my heart as I watched this strong young man expel emotional pain that had built up in him for so many years. I rubbed gently on his neck and offered some form of comfort as he cried while I gazed at the old scars on hisback.
With that statement, his tightly guarded wall that he probably had spent decades fortifying, failed him. His body tried to bend in the middle in an effort to hide himself away and shield him as hecried.
Telling him that he had been a good boy was both for the past and present, though I hadn’t expected him to catch that. That would comelater.
“Good, Ryan,” I comforted him and encouraged him to cry. “You’re safehere. ”
As I let go of him to release his wrists and legs, I had almost been certain that his neck followed my hand like a magnet until heretreated.
“I’m going to get you out of these cuffs now. Stay still for a moment and I’ll help youup.”
I had used the quick release leather cuffs on him as it was our first session together because you never know how someone will react to something until they’re in themoment.
After I released his arms and legs, I returned to his left side and resumed rubbing on his back. He had made no movement to get off the bench or even to stretch his arms out. He was perfectly content hugging the spanking bench as my hand stroked his back. I wondered how long it had been since he had last received physicalcomfort.
He struggled with the emotions and tried to push them away. He’d soon learn that when your body needs to purge the tears, it’ll do so. Ryan had years pent up in him. When his tears subsided and his breathing returned to normal, I asked him if he was ready to getup.
“Ryan, ready to getup?”
He nodded, but didn’t say anything. I knew that he was probably somewhat lost and trying to regroup, so I wasn’t going to bust hisballs.
