Revenge – Part 4B – The Hail Mary

Erotic Stories: Revenge – Part 4B – The Hail Mary

“Good girl.” I said softly.

I sat up and got back into position.

“Count, Jessica. We’re on five.” I reminded her.

It took only ten seconds for her to obey.

“Ffff…fff…five.” she whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as she cried softly.

I spanked her again, only to recoil as the pain in my hand suddenly increased after that little break. The pain had a way of making me think that it couldn’t possibly get more intense than this, and then doing exactly that with each hit. I knew she was feeling the same thing, but much, much worse.

“Sssix.” she said.

I put my left hand on the small of her back, and brought another hard slap to her smooth ass.

“Seven.” she said, after only a few seconds.

Her voice was suddenly stable, more solid. I spanked her hard and she barely reacted.

“Eight.” she said quickly.

I hit her even harder, as hard as I could.

“Ah…aah!” she suddenly screamed.

Tears were flowing out of her now, her whole body jerking and shaking with sobs.

“Nnn…nn…nine…” she moaned through her tears.

I hit her one final time, bringing as much force as I could muster and grunting with the effort.

She collapsed with relief, her ass falling to the side as she curled up in the fetal position, clutching my cushion to her chest. I briefly considered punishing her for leaving the position before I said she could, but I ignored it. She’d done well.

As I watched her, I felt a surprisingly real swell of pride, and admiration rise up in me. She could have stopped me whenever she wanted, but she didn’t. As I smiled at her and rubbed my painful hand with my thumb, she almost silently whispered,

“Ten.”

I let her lie there for a minute or two, enjoying how she moved around every now and again to try to relieve the pain.

“Jessica.” I said eventually, “Get up on your knees.”

She moved slowly, lethargically, but did as I asked. She moved back into the spanking position, and stopped.

“No, Jessica. Up here, on your knees.” I said.

Again, she moved slowly, but was soon kneeling beside me, with her black panties still pushed to about half way down her thighs. I put one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her hair back with the other. Her eyes were red and a few tears were still rolling down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m proud of you, Jessica.” I said softly, “You made it all the way through. You could have stopped it, but you didn’t.”

I couldn’t tell how she was feeling. Her expression was completely blank. I’d seen her in this kind of daze before. It was just like when I’d held her head and fucked her throat in her bedroom, but it seemed even stronger this time. She seemed almost completely unaware of me, not meeting my eye but staring straight ahead.

I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered in her ear,

“Good girl.”

She leaned into me a little, and clumsily wrapped her arms around me. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel her tears against my skin.

I slowly lay down on the bed again, pulling her down with me. I kissed her softly on the neck and just enjoyed the feeling of holding her warm, shaking body against mine, and the sound of her soft sobs in my ear.

As she held me a little tighter, I found myself amazed at the apparent depth of her submission. I’d basically tortured her, and she was now holding on to me for comfort. There wasn’t a trace of anger or resentment in her. I held her like this for a few minutes before rolling away from her. She let go of me and started wiping her eyes.

“Jessica, do you know why I did that?” I asked.

“Because…” she replied, her voice shaking, “Because I talked, and you…you told me not to.”

“I did it because you disobeyed me, Jessica.” I told her gently. “I did it because you deserved it.”

She nodded her head a few times, still wiping her eyes I felt almost light-headed with the joy and satisfaction I was feeling. She’d submitted to me so completely that she didn’t even question her punishment.

“What do we say…when someone gives us something we deserve?” I asked.

She looked panicked for a second, unable to think of an answer. I took her by the chin again, and said,

“You can talk now. Say ‘Thank you’, Jessica.”

“Thank you.” she echoed instantly, “Thank you…for punishing me.”

I closed my eyes and sighed happily. I thought about our history together, remembering the countless times she’d stood over me, mocking me, taunting me, making my life hell. To have her like that, just then…I couldn’t remember ever feeling more content. Or, honestly, more aroused.

I opened my eyes to find her still staring at me.

“You did so well, Jessica. I’m proud of you.” I said, smiling.

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip softly. She didn’t say anything for a while, but when she opened her mouth, she whispered so quietly I could barely hear her.

“Will you kiss me?” she asked.

I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, moving my lips close to hers and holding them there for a few seconds. She hadn’t forgotten my instruction earlier, and didn’t try to kiss me, but only sighed lightly in anticipation. I kissed her slowly, and tenderly, and she surprised me by returning it with an intense passion. She pushed her body against mine, pressing her soft tits between us. I felt myself being drawn in by her heat, her need. I broke the kiss and pushed her back a little.

She wiped some remaining tears from her cheeks and laughed gently, her smile wide. She somehow looked even happier than she had before I’d hurt her. Her face was a picture of pure joy.

“Roll over again.” I said, getting to my knees.

Her face darkened instantly with fear. She seemed like she was going to say something, but I brought my thumb to her lips.

“Trust me, Jessica. Just turn around for me.” I said.

She avoided my eyes as she turned silently and pushed her face back to the bed, raising her ass in the air. I leaned over the edge of the bed, and reached under the it to pull out a small jar I’d put there earlier. I turned to show it to her, but her eyes were closed tight, expecting pain.

I silently unscrewed the lid and positioned myself behind her, and a pleasant scent of roses filled the air. I dipped my fingers into the surprisingly cool cream inside and slowly touched them to her warm, red ass.

She gasped and her whole body jumped forward in shock, but she began to laugh as I spread it around.

“This is what you get for being a good girl.” I said, laughing along with her a little.

She let out a little sigh of pleasure as I massaged her, and let out a few small giggles. I scooped a little more out and made sure both bright red cheeks had a light coating.

I’d bought the cream a few days ago at a drug store. When I’d gotten the idea to hurt her like this, I checked online about it and a few places said that bruises and welts can swell and hurt for a long time. I didn’t think that would be too much of a danger if I was only using my hand, but it seemed like a nice idea to get something like this, something to make her feel good after accepting her punishment. It felt pretty good against my stinging palm, so it must have felt incredible to her.

When I was finished I pulled her panties up and patted her gently. She turned around and met my eye, smiling. I gestured for her to come to me. I welcomed her into my arms and pulled her into a kiss, which she returned with her usual energy.

When I pulled away, she looked down and rested her hand on the jar I was still holding.

“Did you buy this…just for me?” she said, looking up hopefully.

I smiled.

“I knew you’d earn it.” I said.

She returned my smile and leaned into my body again, kissing me lightly on the neck.

“Thank you.” she said softly.

I was still amazed at the incredible shift in our actions. Just a moment ago I was basking in the pain I’d caused her, but now I couldn’t help smiling at the strangely sweet situation I was in. I’d hurt her so badly, and now she was in my arms, thanking me for relieving the pain that I’d caused.

I reached down and slid my hand into her panties, running the tip of my middle finger along her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, pushing her face harder into my neck. She was dripping wet, now, and I realised as I pushed my other fingers out that her inner thighs were slick with moisture. I hadn’t seen her like this since we were in her room. This was more than just lust, like last week. This was the effect real submission had on her.

I continued sliding my middle and ring finger against her pussy.

“You’re wet.” I said simply.

“Yeah…” she sighed.

“Did you like being spanked, Jessica?” I asked softly, “Did it turn you on?”

“I…I don’t…” she sighed.

I pushed in harder against her pussy lips with my fingers.

“Ah! Aahhhh…” she moaned.

“Jessica…did you like being hurt like that?” I asked again.

“I don’t knoow….” she moaned softly, almost whispering.

I didn’t want to force her to tell me. I wanted her to admit it on her own.

“Why else would you be so wet?” I asked.

She didn’t answer.

“Jessica, now, be honest.” I said, almost condescendingly, “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“I…” she started.

I stayed silent.

“I…I think I liked it.” she said.

Her voice was so quiet, but so clear. She sounded almost guilty, like she was admitting a terrible secret, but at the same time so relieved that she could.

“It hurt so much…but…it made me feel good too…I don’t know why, but I liked it.” she whispered.

“That’s right,” I said gently, “You’re a dirty little slut, who likes to be spanked.”

“I’m…I’m…” she stuttered. “I’m your dirty little…slut. Who likes…who likes to be spanked.” she whimpered, another tear rolling down her cheek.

I sighed, and felt my dick twitch yet again at her admission. The first night we’d been together, I’d been worried that she’d just been saying things because I wanted to hear them, and that feeling of paranoia had stuck around for a while. But now it was clear that she meant what she said, the emotion in her voice, the guilt, the shame, the lust. It was unmistakable. She’d even added “your”, when I hadn’t told her to. Could there be anything more perfect than this?