A beating and a bath

Emma leaned against the cross, naked, waiting. As ordered to, she had laid out our toys along the edge of the bed so they would be in easy reach for me. I walked toward her, and couldn’t resist taking one long moment just to admire the beauty of her back and ass. I’ve seen this sight so many times, the way her back, so smooth and strong tapers down to her waist and then explodes outward in the curve of her hips. I see her naked every day, have had her in that exact position so many times, and yet each time I can’t help but stop and just look.

But I had more to do then look tonight. Emma has been under quite a good deal of stress and she’d asked me for a night of total release- when she could do an intense scene that took her deep into submission and masochism and let her break down, and release everything that she’s been holding inside for so long.

Earlier in the night, she had knelt at my feet and I’d stoked her hair and given her her instructions. She spent a few hours preparing the house for a party we were having the next night, and bringing me my dinner, following my exact instructions in perfect obedience. When she finished she again knelt at my feet, expectant of what was to come, but patiently waiting for me to be ready for her. I had another 20 minutes of work to do but I wanted to put her to good use, so I had her move to her hands and knees, staying perfectly still as I rested the computer on her back and finished my work. Occasionally my hands would leave the keys to stroke her hair, or caress her hip or tease her clit- enjoying her reactions but keeping my focus on my work.

But now all of that was done. She was leaning against the cross, and I took the chain and fastened it just above her ass, the metal cool against her waist as it held her in place. I ran my hands over her back, over her ass, and kissed the back of her neck…… and then I started to hit her.

Normally, if I’m doing a scene I’ll go slow, starting with a flogger and building the intensity over time, letting her body warm to it, so she can take more and more. But not this time. This time I wanted to break her. I started with a paddle, alternating between her ass and her thighs, first the paddle then my fist. I used a few more toys, though I couldn’t tell you exactly which came when. Mostly what I remember is the hand on the back of her neck, holding her tight. Leaning in to whisper cruel things in her ear, interrogating her about what she had done with other boys, and punishing her for it. And I remember her starting to cry.

Stamping her foot, struggling to get away, but never able to, between the chain and my hand. At first she was shouting and crying out but as the tears started her words left her, until finally I released the chain and lowered myself to the floor, taking her with me, holding her tight in my arms as she cried and cried. We stayed like that for a long moment, her whole body shaking in my arms. I felt the tears on her face as she looked up to kiss me, to kiss every inch of my face, whispering through the tears, thank you. Thank you.

I held her for a while, letting the tears run their course till she was just lying peacefully in my arms. I stroked her hair and kissed her softly and eventually I whispered in her ear that she should go to the bathroom, and draw a bath.

When it was ready I took her by the hand and led her in, kneeling by the edge of the tub as she lowered herself into it. She closed her eyes, and while holding the soap in one hand, and using the other to brush water over her, I bathed her. Telling her how special she was as she relaxed in the tub, letting me bath her and wash her and love her.

I got up for a moment and came back with a book, and sitting on the edge of the tub, while she smiled and closed her eyes, I read to her.

T'was a good, good night.