Chapter 3 #3
No, now was not the time for his animal urges.
Right now he needed to take care of the vulnerable, trembling woman in front of him.
He beckoned her forward and helped place her gently over the wooden horse.
He raised it so her feet no longer touched the floor, placing her bottom in the perfect position for him to attend to her needs.
Her legs parted as she reached forward to hold the handles to situate herself.
He couldn’t help but become aroused at the abundance of wetness he saw in the crease of her white cotton panties.
They were soaked with her arousal. He carefully shimmied them off her, and held them up to his nose.
The smell of her floral scent beckoned him to change.
His growl frightened her, and she turned wide eyes upon him.
He pushed his animal back down inside of him and held up his hands in a gesture of safety. “I’m not going to hurt you, Jillian.”
“I know.” She gave him a timid smile and placed her legs into position.
He strapped down her legs and torso to keep them secure but not too tight. He rubbed his hand across her smooth bottom, still red and blotchy from the warm-up. “Try not to tense your bottom.” He smacked her warm cheeks gently a few times until she relaxed. “Are you ready, Jillian?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded and murmured breathlessly.
JILLIAN
This contraption felt so foreign to her.
She appreciated the warmth and comfort in the cushion that pressed into her tummy and private area.
She also appreciated the straps that held her in place.
She did not know if she would be able to hold still for very long.
Especially with how taut the skin on her bottom felt right now.
Would it hurt worse? Would he use something besides his hand?
His hand hurt like the dickens—like it belonged to a large animal.
But a part of her wanted to feel something new.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to release all of her emotions.
And she wanted to feel safe. She hoped Bertram could come through for her.
She relaxed her bottom and took a deep breath, releasing it as she listened to him behind her.
She heard the dull jingle and the sound of his leather belt sliding through his trousers.
He held the wide leather belt in front of her face. “You may kiss it and thank me for using it on your bare bottom.”
She felt the heat creep up into her cheeks as new warmth pooled between her legs. “Th-thank you, for sp-spanking my b-bare bottom,” she stuttered, suddenly out of breath, and kissed the belt in front of her mouth. The leather smelled wonderful and felt supple and firm against her lips.
He walked to her side, and she watched from the corner of her eyes as he raised his arm above his head.
She heard the swoosh as the leather flew through the air and bit into her cheeks.
“Ungh!” she grunted as another line of fire erupted on the right side of her bottom.
Stroke after stroke had her mewling and shaking.
It hurt so badly. She was sure she would die from the pain.
Thank goodness he had strapped her down or she surely would have fallen onto her head by now.
She felt grateful for Bertram and all he had done to save them and to help her brother and now. This.
She felt the first tears escape her tired eyes, and she hiccupped. Another lash just below her bottom had her screeching in agony. “I’m sorry!” Another wide line of fire below that. She groaned and tried to kick her legs—to no avail.
“What are you sorry for, Jillian?” He struck her with the belt, catching her in between her bottom crack, and she choked on a sob.
He struck her three more times in rapid succession, and she screamed, “All of it! I’m sorry! I hurt him! All my fault!” She groaned and collapsed over the horse, unable to stop the sobs that shook her whole body.
She felt something warm engulf her body and felt his hot breath next to her cheek.
He pressed his body against hers, giving her his warmth and his strength, and she finally felt safe.
She closed her eyes and paid no attention as he quickly unstrapped her and scooped her up into his massive arms. She barely remembered him carrying her into her bedroom and bundling her into the warm fluffy blankets.
She could scarcely feel the heat from her ravaged backside against the cool of the sheets as she fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke screaming at the memory of the wolves. She shivered and tried to slow her racing her heart but couldn’t calm herself.
She saw Bertram’s shadow from the corner he must have been sitting in. He rushed forward and took her shaking body into his arms, holding her tightly until she finally relaxed.
“I’m scared,” she couldn’t stop the pitiful cry that came from her mouth.
He lay her back down into the bed and spooned up against her back, holding her tightly into his chest.
“I promise I will protect you.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Go to sleep, honey.”
For the first time in a very long time, she felt loved and safe.
She fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of his growl-like snore, his large palm and hairy arm wrapped tightly around her.
Even though she had never before slept this close to another man, she felt the connection. It felt right. And she slept well.