Chapter 10
CORAL
Coral didn’t have a chance to react before Jake stood up and dumped her on her feet.
He pushed her towards the spanking bench, and she momentarily glanced back to see him pick up the riding crop again.
His words were still ringing in her ears.
Did she just ask him to punish her? She was about to tell him that she thought he may have twisted her words around when he pinned her with a look.
“Lower your pants and bend over the bench,” he commanded.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he crossed his arms and took a step closer.
“This is the part where you comply without hesitating so as not to make your punishment worse.”
“Wait, this isn’t how it goes. We need to go over things. You need my limits, safeword, things like that.”
He paused in front of her, and then an amused look crept across his face, “Things you go over before you play?”
She nodded emphatically, her trepidation relieved now that the ball was back in her court.
“You’re the pushiest submissive I’ve ever met.” His eyes danced with mirth and he leaned in close to her. “Also, I’m not playing.”
She wanted to jump back, his hot breathe on her ear making her shiver.
“I’ll find your limits, and then I’ll push them.” He stepped in a circle around her, making her feel caged in. “You may choose a safeword, but I doubt you’ll use it.”
“Plankton,” she whispered.
“Fine,” he said and nodded. “Pants, now.” He gestured for her to hurry up. “Or I can go back for that nice wooden paddle I saw before.”
She swore she could see him laughing as her hands flew to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button. She tried to remind herself to breathe. She pushed them down to her knees and shuffled a step closer to the bench so she was right up next to it.
“Good girl. Now kneel on the seat and drape yourself over the top.”
She knew what to do; she had used the bench before.
All in good fun though. She looked at the piece that had always brought her so much pleasure and wondered how this session would leave her feeling.
She looked back up at him, appealing to him with her eyes, but he only motioned for her to get on with it.
With a resigned sigh, she placed herself over the top. Her knees held closely together by the jeans bunched around them, at least she still had the slight protection of her little lacy panties.
She reached her hands down the front to the padded seat on the other side. Jake circled around to the front and lifted her chin with a soft touch of his hand, and she focused her gaze on his kind face.
“Coral, I’m not going to go easy on you. I think you know as well as the rest of us that your distracted behavior has to stop.”
She thought for a second about arguing, but then decided she wasn’t in a good position to argue.
“The next time you end up putting yourself in harm’s way, that includes neglecting your responsibilities because you’re distracted or running out into a blizzard wearing a sweatshirt, I want you to remember this punishment. And that from now on, there will be more to come.”
From who?
Jake fingered a leather cuff on the front of the bench. “Do I need to restrain you? Or can I trust you to keep yourself in place?”
“No, I don’t like restraints” she said, “I can stay in place. Please, leave my hands free.”
He ran his thumb back and forth across her cheek and smiled at her. “Of course. Just keep your hands forward and we won’t have a problem. Are you ready to begin?”
She nodded her head, but when he just stood there in front of her, she realized he wanted an answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Much better.” He smiled and then disappeared from her view.
His hand felt warm on her naked lower back. Her shirt had skimmed up when she laid herself down, so her back was exposed. A shiver went up her spine as his hand found the top of her panties.
“You’re already such a nice, rosy pink,” he commented, and then he slid her panties down to meet her jeans.
She stiffened, and his hand came up to her back again. He stroked up and down at a soothing pace.
“It’s alright, Coral. But if you’re getting a punishment, there will be nothing between you and me. Not even this scrap of lace that passes as underwear.”
She cringed as his arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her up, while his other hand pushed the panties and jeans down all the way to her ankles. Then he tapped her inner thigh, signaling her to take her legs further apart. She sucked in a breath as she complied.
“Now don’t forget to breathe,” he said.
She let her breath out again. He had her in such knots she couldn’t remember that simple task.
Isn’t that why she found herself down here all the time?
She craved the discipline, a punishment for some imagined infraction she made up in her mind.
She would wander down here on a slow day, when the dungeon wasn’t so busy, and find herself a willing dom to spank her or whip her.
To be at his mercy until he saw fit that she was thoroughly punished.
Only it was never real. They were both playing roles. She found what she craved, and it helped to still her mind for a short period of time. But she found the craving coming back more frequently and stronger still.
Now, here she was, bent over the spanking bench, her ass offered up to a man who believed she really should be punished. Not for an imagined infraction, but a real life screw up. The enormity of the situation made her legs quake.
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 from both 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.