Chapter 8 #2
I watch him walk over to the closet. I hope he isn’t getting a whip or cane to finish what he started. If he didn’t break my skin, a whip surely will.
He grabs a small white jar. It looks like a type of ointment. Now that the spanking stopped, the fire on my ass is almost too much. The sting is intolerable. I can’t take it much longer, and I begin crying again.
I watch him walk behind me, then kneel, eye level with my entire backside. I feel two strong hands and a glob of cold cream on my burning butt. I wince and buck, feeling the pain shoot across my entire bottom.
Both of my cheeks can almost fit into one of his oversized palms. I am quiet. I have no more tears to shed, even though my ass hurts like hell.
He continues massaging the area with precision and skill. The ointment is cooling off my searing flesh. I close my eyes, reveling in how great it feels. I even welcomed his caresses on my bare bottom.
My arms are aching from being tied behind my back. He starts talking; his tone is low and gentle.
“There, I hope it feels better. I am going to untie your hands and remove the gag from your mouth. You aren’t going to give me any more trouble, are you?”
I shake my head, barely croaking out the word “no.”
I don’t even care that I am naked anymore. He spanked the modesty right out of me. He has already seen my girlie parts, and right now, I could give two shits about it.
I feel like a train hit me. My feet hurt, and my butt feels like it's bleeding. I only want him to place me in the tub, clean me up, and put me to bed.
I am exhausted and can feel the sweat all over my body. I am soaked from head to toe, and my hair is sticking to my face and shoulders. I feel so dirty and gross. Being forced to bend over naked with my legs spread while a strange man beats me raw will do it.
My body is still shaking from my traumatic experience. He unties my wrists and removes the gag from my mouth. His eyes settle on mine. He looks at me tenderly, carefully lifting me from the floor and helping me stand upright.
My legs are shaking and almost give out. I can barely put pressure on my sore feet. I am shivering, unable to stop the tremors from permeating my whole body. I am sure I will have a tough time sitting tomorrow.
He holds me firmly, steadying me on the cold floor before picking me up and carrying me into the bathroom. Sparkling water fills the tub, awaiting my body to claim it. I must admit, I am looking forward to my bath.
I want to wash all the grime and him from my body. He gently places me in the warm liquid. I wince and cry out as my burning cheeks hit the bottom of the copper vessel. It feels like I was branded with a hot iron. I try to turn on my side and rest on my hip to ease the sting, but he stops me.
“Just relax, pet. The pain will go away, I promise.”
I do as he says. I'm in no shape to argue or rebel. He grabs a bottle of water from the sink, bringing it to my lips.
“Here, drink up. I'm sure you're thirsty.”
I am dying of thirst thanks to you, asshole.
I swallow the refreshing liquid greedily.
It feels good on my scratchy throat. I finished the whole thing without spilling a drop.
He smiles at me.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to calm down while I clean you up. The ointment should help. Give it a couple of minutes to work."
I was in no condition to sass him. I lay back, resting my head against the tub. I took in a few deep breaths and relaxed. After about five minutes, the burning disappeared. The water felt good on my throbbing flesh.
I watched the curve of his muscles as he soaped up the cloth and started washing the perspiration from my body. I never had anyone bathe me before, and I had to be honest; it felt pretty good.
The same hands that inflicted so much pain on me five minutes earlier are now having a calming effect as they gently wash me from top to bottom, taking extra care when they work on my feet.
He tenderly cleaned the dried blood, being extra cautious when he had to scrub harder to remove all the dirt and debris from my cuts.
I jumped several times, but he caressed my leg to calm me down. He smiled at me.
"Now, this isn’t so bad, is it, pet?”
My swollen eyes could barely look at him as I shook my head. It wasn’t bad at all; it felt terrific. He had me lay my head back while he washed my hair. He massaged his skilled hands into my scalp, making my body tingle.
It was so relaxing that I almost dozed off.
My body felt like lead. I don’t think I’ll be able to stand, no matter how hard I try.
When he finally finished bathing me, he pulled the drain plug and quickly rinsed me off with the handheld shower.
He wrapped the towel around me and lifted me out of the tub as if I were no heavier than a quarter.
I grabbed him around the neck while he carried me to his bed. He laid me on another thick, fluffy towel and gently dried me off. The material felt prickly against my tender ass.
I yelped in pain, trying to lie on my side to stop the burning. My kidnapper showed some compassion, lifting my bottom as he removed the heavy linen from underneath. He gently turned me onto my stomach after grabbing the jar of cream and began rubbing it into my backside again.
He dug deep into my flesh, causing me to gasp. I had to bite down on my bottom lip so I wouldn’t cry out.
“I need you to relax, pet. I gave you a good spanking. There are a few angry welts back here, but as long as I keep applying the ointment, they should disappear by tomorrow.”
I'm sure he was proud of the marks he left on me.
The fucking asshole!
I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t make a snarky comment. All I could muster was a weak "thank you."
His voice was low and tender, much different from his angry demeanor earlier. “I am going to have you sleep with me tonight. I want to keep an eye on you to make sure you are okay.” I laughed out loud.
“Well, that is very kind of you, Mr. You caused my condition, so it is only right that you ensure I am fit as a fiddle.”
As soon as I spat the words out, I was instantly sorry. Didn’t I get the spanking of my life about thirty minutes ago? I prayed he wouldn’t get upset and decide to punish me again.
He grunted and dug into my flesh harder, making me jump.
“If I were you, Kitten, I would behave like a good girl. The next time you test me, I may use the belt on both your ass and pussy. Eventually, you will get the hint, and I promise your behavior will improve. Now roll over on your back so I can get the bandages on your feet.”
I did as I was told. No questions asked. I certainly didn’t want him to bring the belt down on my sex.
Jesus, I can’t even imagine that horrible pain.
I turned slowly so I wouldn’t aggravate my sore bottom. I was still naked and didn’t give it much thought. I was only interested in getting rid of the burning pain in my cheeks and the agonizing soreness in my feet.
He pulled a chair from the corner of the room, placing it at the edge of the mattress. Before taking a seat, he gently grabbed me by the waist and moved me horizontally across the bed, pulling me down along the sheet until my feet were dangling over the side.
I cried out, feeling the sting against my raw skin.
How nasty were the fucking welts? Did he draw blood?
He took notice. “I'm sorry, pet. I know it hurts, but I must tend to your feet.”
I needed to know what my bottom looked like. Swallowing hard, I gazed up at him, feeling nervous.
“Is my ass bleeding?”
His lip quirked up, and he winked at me.
“You are not bleeding, hon. I am not an animal."
You could have fooled me, buddy!
" I will never draw blood unless you really make me angry, so keep that in mind the next time you want to shoot off that naughty little mouth.”
My eyes narrowed, but I remained silent, not wanting to push my luck. I looked away from him as he deftly applied ointment to both feet and bandaged them like a pro.
He checked out his handiwork with a look of accomplishment. Now that the pain was subsiding, my modesty returned.
It felt like a lightning bolt went straight through me as I suddenly realized I was lying in this stranger's bed, totally naked. I instinctively tried to cover my breasts with my hands. He chuckled loudly.
“No need to be so shy with me, pet. We will spend a lot of time together, and I will be bathing and caring for you often, so get used to being in the buff most of the time. I may keep you naked every day for my viewing pleasure, but I haven't decided yet."
He licked his lips, flashing an evil grin at me. “I love looking at your beautiful body. It only makes me want to play with you more, so there is no need to hide it from me."
I wanted to flip him off and hurl insults at him, but I did none of those things.
I not only covered my chest with my hands, but I crossed my legs, hoping to hide my lower half from him as well. To my surprise, he didn't forcefully yank them open.
He smirked at me but said nothing, allowing me this tiny shred of dignity. The A/C felt like arctic temperatures on my abused body. Even though it was mid-July, and the summer heat was brutal, I was freezing.
Now that my adrenaline spike had diminished, I started shivering, hoping for a warm blanket for my half-frozen body.
He stared at me with those dark grey eyes.
He was so handsome; it was almost a sin to have wasted such good looks on this twisted, demented person. Sometimes, God could be so cruel. He looked at me as if he were slightly concerned for a minute.
“Are you cold?”
I nodded. “Considering I don’t have a stitch of clothes on, and the air is blasting, yes, I am cold.”
He reached out and caressed my leg, sending an added shiver down my spine.
“That smart mouth is going to get you in trouble often.
If I were you, I would start learning to keep it shut, or you may not be able to sit for a month.
I allowed you to close your legs and cover yourself this one time.
Remember, if I want to look at your pussy, you will not fight me.
If I want you naked, spread-eagle, on my kitchen table like a buffet, you will obey. "
Jesus, this guy was a goddamn pervert. I can't imagine being spread out like a buffet. How humiliating.
"You will not deny what is mine to take. Now that you are all cleaned up and much more relaxed, I can finish explaining one of the rules."
I wanted to protest and tell him to go fuck himself, but I knew better and said nothing. I wasn't in any shape to take another punishment from him, so I kept my mouth shut and listened to him go on about his dumbass rules.
“When you are a bad girl, as you were many times tonight, you must behave to regain your privileges. You will stay naked until you earn the right to cover yourself up. That is part of your punishment for acting like a spoiled brat.”
I stared at him with daggers in my eyes while biting my tongue. I knew I was being difficult, and he would have probably gone much easier on me if I had kept my mouth shut, but I honestly couldn’t help it. I was very proud, and he couldn’t break me in two hours.
I was stubborn. It's who I am. There's no changing that.
“Fine!” was all I could spit out.
He stood up and straightened me out in what I assumed was a double king bed. It took up most of the room. I guess he needed all that space, given his size. Despite his vast wealth, the room was very plain.
The headboard and footboard were dark wood, making up the bed.
He had gleaming hardwoods, with an oriental red and black area rug in the middle of the floor, and simple mahogany furniture placed strategically throughout the area.
I thought the room would have been more extravagant because he owned a private island.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead, bringing me back to the present. He brought his lips to my ear.
“If you are a really good girl, perhaps I will let you wear one of my shirts tomorrow, but you still won't be allowed any panties."
God, I wanted to fucking smack him in the mouth!
I just lay there without saying a word. My ass still hurt, and I only wanted to go to sleep, hoping that when I woke up in the morning, all of this would have been just a terrible nightmare.
He went to the closet and pulled a blanket from the pile on the shelf. He carefully placed it over me like I was a fragile porcelain doll, tucking the sides in all around me.
His odd behavior left me feeling perplexed. One minute he was spanking the shit out of me, and now he was tucking me in as if nothing out of the ordinary, such as kidnapping me and severely whooping my ass, ever happened.
The guy is probably a Gemini!
He stepped away from the bed and stripped, kicking his clothes into the corner. He certainly didn't care about neatness the way he just threw them aside. My eyes grew wide, and my breath caught in my throat as I looked at this pagan God-like man standing naked before me.
He was a human vessel of pure muscle. Multiple tattoos painted his biceps and chest. He was peppered with dark hair along his arms, chest, and legs. He sported a thin goatee on his chin and a little stubble on his cheeks.
As much as I tried to keep from checking out his package, I couldn’t help myself. He wasn’t hard, but it was still an impressive size for being flaccid. My stomach turned slightly when I thought about how he was going to put that thick thing in my small body, and I became frightened.
He caught me looking at him with a shocked expression on my face. His mouth slanted upward.
“What’s the matter, pet? Did you see something scary?”
My lips quivered as I felt the tears building, and my chest tightened as reality sunk in. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to bawl my eyes out, as the truth finally hit me.
This beast of a man had me in his clutches, and he was going to do whatever he pleased with me, no matter how cruel or degrading.
There was no way I could protect myself from him. I felt a dark sense of doom come over me, and the tears fell like tiny raindrops, wetting the silky pillow beneath my head."