The Finest Line (32 page)

His reply was furious. “I would
never do this to you Mairead. This is dangerous. You don’t fuck
with your spine.” He took her arm and spun her to face him, leaning
down to look directly into her face. “You don’t ever do that again
in any form. If you want to be punished, then you leave it up to
me. That includes putting yourself into situations so that you can
suffer. You should have come back to me that day Mairead. You
should have fucking come back.”

She cried and nodded miserably,
imploring him, “Please James, please make it go away.”

He picked her up and held her
against the corner with his body and her thighs clutching him. His
hand gripped her hair pulling her head back so he could assault her
mouth with his own.

Her legs encircled his hips, but
she was weakening under the ferocity of his passion, while his
strength was only increasing. He held her against him as he carried
her to the bed, still kissing her until he laid her down on the
bed. His body was heavy against her keeping her legs wide apart as
he moved down to her breasts.

Her left nipple was sucked as
his fingers caressed the other until he took it between his fingers
and applied pressure.

Mairead cried out at the pain
and tried to take his hand away but his grip was unmovable. The
only relief came when he swapped over and she was soon screaming
again.

In his own time, he released her
and his tongue gently licked each nipple until he brought his face
back to hers. “Who disciplines you Mairead?”

She was trembling as she
whispered, “You do.”

“And why is that Mairead?”

She grinned at him, “Because I’m
an idiot.”

There was a little playful turn
of his mouth despite his angry glare. “No, because you’re a naughty
little girl with a smart mouth and I know exactly what to do about
that.”

In one swift movement she was
lifted up and deposited face down over his left thigh. He tucked
her waist under his arm so that her upper body lay on the bed. Her
ankles were trapped between his shoes.

The hardness of the brush was
tapped against her and she winced, knowing this was not going to be
pleasant. What his hand had achieved was quickly enhanced as he set
the brush to work against the base of her cheeks.

Mairead screamed and bucked to
escape the concentrated assault.

“Too much, it’s too much James,”
Mairead screamed out as she continued to struggle. The only part of
her she could move at all was her backside which she wiggled about
trying to dodge the blows. It only delayed the inevitable for a
second and the brush continued to connect with the moving target.
“Please James, it hurts like hell.”

He did not let up. “I told you
that I would decide what punishment you needed and you have no say
in it.” He stopped for a moment and rolled her away a little so
that he could look back at her face. “Is that understood
Mairead?”

She looked at him pleadingly.
“But it hurts.”

“I told you to meet me at the
Buckets at three pm that day and you disobeyed me.” His
disappointment was evident. “That hurt too.”

She cried a little harder. “I’m
so sorry James.”

His mouth moved into a soft
smile. “I know you are babe.”

She loved him so much. She
trusted him. Whatever he dished out would be for her benefit. The
comprehension of that allowed her body to relax against him. There
was no other place she wanted to be than exactly where she was,
secure and safe.

Already the strange chemistry
within her was redefining the physical sensations. The pain became
duller as her arousal increased. She asked quietly, “Are you still
going to use your belt?”

His smile grew wider, “Of course
I am and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never want to
defy me again.”

It was her turn to smile, “I
thought I was being punished?”

“I thought so too,” He looked at
her sheepishly. “But if I don’t do something about what’s going on
in my pants, I’m going to be in more pain than you.”

Mairead sighed critically, “I
don’t know how I am supposed to learn anything if you can’t control
your urges. I’m just going to keep being naughty.”

“I’m counting on it,” He laughed
as he rolled her back in place. “Now shut the fuck up and let me
finish this.”

The pain proved hard to control,
to find that place where it would lose its sting. Mairead was sure
her backside was swollen, blistered and bruised at the conclusion.
Her face was a mess of tears and snot when he gently helped her
up.

He gave her a concerned grin.
“Not feeling so confident now?”

She shook her head and then
gasped as she watched him draw his belt from his jeans and toss it
on the bed.

“James please, I don’t think I
can do this.”

He ignored her, turning her
around. “Go back in the corner and wait for me. I’ll be two
minutes.”

Still weeping and sniffing, she
walked to the corner and tried to rub some of the sting from her
buttocks. The blazing heat of her slightly blistered skin told her
that this was indeed the worst she had ever received. The thought
of more to come was frightening and yet her excitement remained as
did her arousal.

James came back and she glanced
around to see that he had brought a wet towel, a bottle of water, a
bottle of baby oil and a tube of cream. There were small coils of
ropes lying next to the belt. She watched as he arranged the
pillows in the centre of the bed. Somehow she knew this was going
to be intense.

He saw her looking at her and
smiled, beckoning her to him. “Come here.”

Trembling from all her bodily
reactions, she walked towards him. As soon as she stood before him
he took a cloth and washed her face, before handing her the bottle
of water. When she had drunk her fill, he began to tie ropes to her
wrists, using complex knots that he tied with precision.

She looked at him silently and
he smiled softly. “Safer if you can’t move.”

He indicated for her to take her
position on the bed. Reluctantly she climbed on and laid her body
face down, over the pillows. James immediately tied her hands to
corners of the headboard.

He patted her backside, “Bum up
and legs apart.”

Stuffing pillows under her, he
angled her so that her bottom was sticking up. When he had her as
he wanted, he tied the other ropes behind her knees and secured
them to sides of the bed.

Mairead had never felt more
vulnerable. She was unable to move, and everything was exposed to
his view.

She tried to make light of the
situation, “Seems a lot of effort for a few licks of a belt.”

James leaned over her, grasping
her hair to gently pull her head up to look at him.

His tone was severe. “You are
here for punishment, not a few licks of the belt. Every time I
bring that belt down on your bottom, you are going to think about
everything you have done. Is that understood?”

She nodded timidly.

“I’m going to rub oil onto you
to stop the leather biting into you but unfortunately it is also
going to make it hurt all that much more. Nothing more than what
you deserve Mairead. You have been a very naughty girl and I’m
going to make sure you know that I will not tolerate your behaviour
for one second.”

As she listened to him, she felt
an eerie calm come over her, draining her strength. Her clitoris
throbbed stronger and her vagina contracted.

James began to rub the oil onto
her buttocks. He took his time, parting her cheeks further and
rubbing his thumb on her anus. Mairead groaned into the bed
savouring his touch.

Standing up, James snapped the
loops of the belt together and she closed her eyes, her teeth
clenched.

The leather made its first
vicious assault across her buttocks. Mairead screamed as the level
of pain introduced itself to her senses. It radiated through her
entire lower body. Before she had time to process it the second
made an equal impact.

Mairead strained at her bonds,
trying to draw the pain out of her body through a sustained howl of
pain. Her cries were cut short as the belt descended again. She
stopped struggling and slumped down crying piteously as the next
one landed.

He had told her to remember
everything and she began to fill her mind with all the terrible
images that she wanted so badly to forget. As the faces of Mark and
his father took shape she made her first acceptance of her
punishment. It wasn’t until she remembered how badly she had hurt
James that she began to welcome her agony.

As she did, the pain began to
dull. Her arousal, although momentarily forgotten, had not lost any
of its energy. It was becoming the dominating influence. Her cries
grew quieter until the only sound echoing through the room was the
sharp slap of leather on naked skin.

Her mind flooded with ecstasy as
the contractions of her vagina intensified. She began to arch her
back, pushing her sex out to him, tempting him, offering him
everything. Her gift was rewarded as the tip of the belt made
contact with her vagina.

Mairead’s head flew back as the
new sensation penetrated her, sending waves of sweet pain deep into
her body. Her groans grew louder until they remained constant, as
the belt slapped flat between her cheeks, leaving nothing
untouched.

Spreading her legs to the widest
possible and arching higher, she received the attention she craved
as her clitoris was thrashed to orgasm. It rippled through her
entire lower body causing massive muscle contractions in her
stomach and vagina. With her inner thighs quivering, her knees gave
way and she fell to the bed.

She wept at the rapture of
ultimate pleasure and then laughed softly as she felt James’ hands
on her hips, pulling her up. Just as she thought it could not get
better, her sensations began to flare again as he thrust his penis
deep inside her, sending come running down her thighs.

There was no strength left to
meet him, but she soon knew that he needed no help. His grip on her
thighs allowed him to position as he pleased to use her vagina to
his satisfaction. True to word, he fucked her hard and her body
responded eagerly. Even in exhaustion her hips were soon bucking
with yet another climax and still he wanted more.

His fingers found her clitoris
and worked it until her body responded as he desired and smearing
his fingers with her come, he brought it to her anus. His finger
pushed gently inside getting gradually deeper as her muscles
relaxed until it was able to work in and out. This time she offered
no resistance, and allowed the thrusting of double penetration to
bring her to climax again. James came with her, withdrawing his
finger to hold her hips steady while he pushed deep inside.

Mairead heard him groan. To hear
his pleasure was overwhelming and she found herself crying again.
Even with all the physical sensations still lapping against every
nerve in her body, it did not compare to the joy of her conviction,
that every doubt of his love and forgiveness was gone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

When she was finally released
from her bonds, Mairead found herself subjected to further
attentions. James tended her thoroughly, lying her face down over
his thigh so that she could rest on the bed and he could tend to
her wounds. The towel was cold and wet, running between her legs
and over her backside. It was only removed when he was ready to
examine her. His hands very lightly explored her vagina and
buttocks, before applying an antiseptic cream. His fingers massaged
it gently into every surface and crevice.

Mairead moaned, still ready to
accommodate should his administrations became more urgent. She felt
the movement of his penis against her thigh and she grinned with
delight. She opened her legs wider, only to receive a light slap to
her bottom.

“Stop it,” James told her
sternly. “I am trying to make sure that there are no significant
injuries. You’ve got some bruising and your backside looks like
bright red bubble wrap.”

Mairead laughed and quickly
gasped as she felt his finger run along her vagina. It lingered on
her clitoris.

“Your clit is still quite
prominent but I suspect that isn’t from your hiding.”

His finger rubbed for a moment
before returning to her backside.

Mairead challenged him. “Are you
trying to get me horny?”

He lay back to look at her. “I
want to make love to you. No rough stuff, just slow and gentle,
where I can look at you and kiss you and watch your face as you
come.”

Her heart swelled. “I’d like
that so much but I don’t think I can lie on my arse.”

He grinned. “How about I keep
your arse off the bed and you employ some of your flexibility”

“Sounds good to me,”

She barely noticed the pain each
time his body came down on her with his penetration. She was too
occupied by the sight of the muscles in his arms that held him up,
caging her between them, holding her legs up enough to keep her
bottom off the bed.

Her eyes moved to his chest,
smooth and muscled with some hair around his nipples. Her gaze
moved further upwards where the most impressive sight was the
intensity of the enjoyment on his face.

Only when they had received
everything they needed from each other, to renew their passion and
confirm their love, Mairead was content to fall asleep in his
arms.

She woke up alone the next
morning and immediately went in search of James. He was sitting
fully dressed at the dining table writing something. He looked up
as she approached and smiled approvingly at her nudity. Grasping
her hand he pulled her close to him.

“I was just writing you a
note.”

She read the start of it. “Are
you leaving me?”

“As much as I like you just as
you are, I need to buy you something to wear.”