“That’s not true!” Rebecca called out.
Everyone turned to her. John quickly apologized for her and gave her a look, whispering something.
“Well, photographs don’t lie, do they, Ms. Ellison?”
“No, they do not, sir,” Shannon answered.
* * *
Rebecca sat on the couch in the living room of Sawyer’s house a few hours later.
“If you were mine to discipline, you’d be over my knee getting the spanking of your life right now, young lady,” John said.
Rebecca’s shocked face stared up at the man.
“It was just once,” she said. “Jeff and I had just started dating and it was stupid, I know it, but I swear it was just once.”
“I wish I had known, we could have been better prepared,” John said.
“I’m sorry,” Rebecca began. “I just…” She was about to say she had forgotten, but that was a lie.
Sawyer looked over at her, then back to John.
“I want to go over a few things with you,” John said.
Sawyer nodded. “Rebecca, go stand in the corner prepared for punishment. I think John is right in that you need to be spanked.”
“What?” she asked, her mouth falling open.
Sawyer turned to her, his gaze cool. “In the corner, nose touching the wall. Bare bottom, hands on the back of your head.”
John cleared his throat, but did not take his eyes from her.
“Please…” Rebecca began, the humiliation already rising to her throat.
“I’m not going to spank you until John leaves, but you will go stand in the corner now. If I have to put you there, your punishment will be worse.”
“This is for your own good, Rebecca,” John intervened. “Sawyer put his reputation on the line for you. You not telling us this little detail does not help your case. It hurts it. I believe you need to be punished. We’re trusting you and you have not been wholly honest in return. I believe you are in need of a thorough spanking as much as Sawyer does.”
“Get up,” Sawyer said to her.
She looked at the two men and slowly rose to her feet. Sawyer pointed to the wall and she went to it, not once looking over her shoulder. There, she put her nose to the wall, knowing what more she had to do. Dreading it.
“Bare your bottom, please,” Sawyer instructed, his tone calm.
She slowly did, reaching to undo the pants and pushing them down until they slid to her ankles.
“I said bare.”
Staring wide-eyed at the white wall, she hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her panties and pushed them down as well. Further instruction wasn’t necessary then when she reached her hands up to clasp them together at the back of her head.
“Good,” Sawyer said. “Stay just like that.”
With that, the two men began to talk, discussing her case while she stood with her back to them like a naughty child, her nose touching the wall, her pants and panties down around her ankles, her bare bottom on display, her humiliation complete.
She sniffled and wiped her tears on the insides of her arms as she held her position, not knowing if the men watched her or not, not sure which was more embarrassing.
It was some time before she heard them wrapping up.
“I’m going to follow up on that driver’s license, see if anything has turned up yet,” John said.
“What about Jeff’s letter, can that help?” Sawyer asked.
“It won’t hurt.”
There was a pause and she heard the clicking of the clips on John’s briefcase. “Rebecca,” he said.
She hung her head, her face burning red, unable to face the man.
“Turn around, Rebecca,” Sawyer said. His voice was stern, only that.
Slowly, she turned to meet John’s eyes.
“If there’s anything else, anything at all, you need to tell me. Please, try to remember.”
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “Yes, sir.”
Sawyer walked John to the door. Once it was locked behind him, he called her. “Come here, Rebecca.”
She went, arms in place, until she stood before him.
“That was humiliating, wasn’t it?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I hope you remember it. Sit down.”
She sat on the couch and he on the coffee table, his knees coming to the outsides of hers and his hands coming to rest on her thighs. “Did you really forget to tell us?” he asked. “Truth.”
His grey eyes penetrated hers and although she had no intention of lying to him, she knew even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to. This was too important. He was too important.
“No.” She shook her head. “I remembered, but I didn’t know how to say it anymore.”
His gaze remained on hers while he nodded, obviously thinking. She watched, her eyes wide, waiting.
“Get up and close the blinds on the windows,” he instructed.
She looked at him, confused for a moment even though she knew she would be punished. “Are you mad?” she asked.
“No. Not mad. Disappointed.”
She nodded, her heart heavy.
“Did you hear what I said, Rebecca?” he asked when she remained sitting there watching him.
She dropped her gaze to her lap for a moment. “Are you going to punish me?”
He nodded.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and walked to each window to draw the curtains and blinds closed. The back wall, which contained the sliding glass doors to the back yard, had no curtain to close so she left them and turned back to him.
“Take off your clothes, everything but your panties. Then go lie down on your stomach on the couch. Put this pillow beneath your hips and take your panties down to the tops of your thighs,” he said, standing and switching on a lamp before heading to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and dug around inside. She watched his back as she slid the suit jacket from her shoulders and stepped out of her shoes. He worked on something, but with his back to her, she didn’t know what he was doing. She continued to undress, taking off her bra last. She then walked over to the couch, wondering all the while what he was doing. She lay down with her hips on the thick pillow. Meanwhile, he took a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. When he turned to find her not quite in position as she had pulled her panties back up, he raised his eyebrows. She reached back to lower them to the tops of her thighs, feeling even more exposed with that slip of cotton just beneath her hips.
“Lower,” he said, coming to stand over her.
She glanced up to find his face contained only an expression of pure seriousness. She reached back and took her panties down farther and brought her hands to underneath her forehead as she waited for what he would do next.
Sawyer sat down on the coffee table and she felt his hand on her bottom. She clenched instinctively when he began to pull her cheeks apart and he slapped twice, not hard but enough to warn her.
“Look at me,” he said.
She turned to find him still with one hand on her bottom and in the other, holding a thick finger of ginger he had carved the skin from. “What’s that for?” she asked, her heartbeat picking up as she anticipated what the very near future held for her.
“Ginger root. You’re going to lie still while I push it into your bottom hole. You will then lie here with the root sticking out of your bottom while I watch it work. When I feel you’re ready, you will take my belt across your ass. Fifty strokes for lying.”
“But—”
“Make it sixty.”
She opened, then closed her mouth.
“Once your spanking is over, you will spend some time in the corner with your bottom on display. If you push the ginger out at any point, we start again. From the beginning, do you understand?”
“May I speak, sir?” she asked.
He nodded once.
“I didn’t mean to not tell you. I just didn’t know how.”
“I understand
and this is a good lesson to learn. You have damaged your case today. Shannon’s lawyer was right, a photograph does not lie. How can John and I help you if you don’t tell us everything—every single thing that can potentially be used against you?”
His expression was one of sadness, not anything else. He was disappointed in her, not angry with her.
“Ok,” she said, nodding and turning her face so she looked down at her hands and waited, her bottom clenching once in anticipation.
* * *
Sawyer picked up the root and returned his attention to her bottom. What happened today was a big deal. A very big deal. He didn’t feel angry with her although he had for a moment. He could understand her embarrassment at not knowing how to tell him, but this was the rest of her life they were talking about. Too much was at stake to allow embarrassment to render her mute.
He spread her bottom cheeks to expose her puckered back hole. She instinctively clenched and he waited as she softened to accept her punishment. Ginger inside her bottom would be embarrassing in and of itself, but the way he intended to have her hold it there was going to be worse. He wondered how she would react to the heat of the root as he instructed her to clench and unclench her bottom, squeezing the juices from it.
Drops of cold water from the ginger dripped onto her pale flesh. Sawyer ran a finger over her hole, then tapped against it twice. She clenched again, and when she released, he brought the tip of the ginger root he had carved into the shape of a butt plug to her back hole. No lubricant, the ginger would release its own juices to act as such and any lubricant could render those juices useless.
“You know how to take this inside you. You can help yourself here by pushing against it or I can force it in. I’d rather not do the latter.”
“Yes, sir,” she said while she pushed up slightly onto her knees and lifted her ass higher. He pressed against her back hole and although she resisted at first, slowly, very slowly, she began to open for him and he began to maneuver the root into place, taking his time, moving slowly, allowing the juices of the root to begin to do their work as he pushed in and pulled out again and again until all two inches were seated inside her and her muscles closed around the base.
“There,” he said. “It’s in. Lie back down and clench your bottom for me now.”
She did as he said.
“Good, hold your cheeks tight while I wash my hands.” He would have her squeeze the root to press the stinging juice from it. He heard her begin to mewl as he finished up washing his hands and when he came back to her, he saw her softening and clenching her bottom again and again.
“It’s working, I think?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, sir. It burns.”
He smiled. “Good. Hold it a little longer,” he said when she relaxed her bottom. “Squeeze tight, Rebecca.” He waited while she did, watching as she struggled, lifting her head and groaning. “All right, relax now,” he said, touching the ginger, turning it a little. “I’ll begin with your spanking soon. For now, lie there and think about how you look to me, exposed and ashamed, just like you were in court today because you neglected to tell us the whole truth.”
She hid her face in her hands. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
The burn inside her bottom was almost unbearable. Rebecca squirmed against the cushion beneath her hips, fully aware of how she looked lying there, naked but for her panties pushed down beneath her hips, the ginger root sticking out from between her bottom cheeks. Every time she tightened her muscles around it, which was a natural reaction, she seemed to squeeze more of the juices from it and the burn would increase. And all the while, every time her clit rubbed against the rough cushion, she squeezed the muscles of her bottom again, her arousal competing against the physical discomfort. It was strange and confusing but in a way, even though she knew she was being punished, she felt sexually aroused.
Sawyer moved around in the living room, taking one of the high-backed wooden chairs from the dining room and setting it in the middle of the living room. She knew he was arranging things for her spanking and watched as, once he seemed satisfied with the positioning of the chair, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from its loops. She swallowed, remembering the sting of it, not wanting the belt. He set it on the coffee table and returned to her.
“Squeeze your bottom,” he said as he approached. “Last time.”
Her face flushed red but she did as she was told, mewling with the fresh burn.
“Good girl.” He sat down on the coffee table and she felt his hand on her bottom. He pulled her cheeks apart and shame flushed through her. She wasn’t sure what was worse, the pain or the embarrassment of her situation.
Without a word, he slowly withdrew the ginger from her bottom. Rebecca exhaled, but the burn remained even when the root was gone.
“You’ll feel that for a little while. It will likely still be nice and warm when you take the last part of your punishment. Stand up.”
She glanced at him, unsure what he meant by those words, but quite sure she did not want to find out. She rose slowly and when her panties slid to her ankles, she bent to pick them up, but paused to look at him for instruction.
“Leave them, you won’t need them anymore.”
She nodded and stepped out of them.
“Bend over the back of the chair, hands on the front legs. Keep your legs as wide as those of the chair.”
“Yes, sir.”
She went to it and slowly assumed the position, all the while aware of the heat inside her bottom hole, the wet heat of her pussy as it leaked onto her thigh as well as his own movements as he followed her and picked up the belt.
“Take your legs wider.” She did. “Good. Now tell me why you’re about to be punished.”
“Because I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”
“That’s right. Are you holding on tight?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her knuckles white.
“Good. Keep your hands there and do not get up until you’re told to.”
“Yes, sir.”
The first lash of the belt burned like fire across her ass. She gasped with it, but managed to stay as she was. The second stroke fell just below the first and then the third and fourth followed. Sweat broke out across her forehead quickly as he laid into her without a word, without a break.
This felt worse than the last time and she imagined it was because he hadn’t first used his hand. His hand had hurt, but it was nothing compared to his belt.
“Please,” she begged, rounding her back and tightening her grip on the chair.
“Flat back. I want your bottom pushed out, lifted high for punishment. And if you keep clenching, I’ll put a fresh root inside your ass. Let me know what you prefer,” he said, pausing.
She glanced back at him as he stood watching her, waiting for her with the belt gripped at his side. She swallowed and wiped her forehead before adjusting her position, lifting her bottom to receive the punishment she had earned. He began again without a word and she counted to fifty before he paused, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
“What is the lesson again, Rebecca?” he asked, light fingers on her bottom caressing the tender flesh.
She glanced back at him. “I wanted to tell you,” she began.
He met her gaze. “No excuses, what is the lesson?”
“To tell the whole truth.”
“That’s right. Ten more and we’ll finish up here,” he said. “Push your bottom out.”
She braced herself for the final strokes and cried out with each one. Her bottom was on fire inside and out and the last five he laid on hard and fast across her sit spots. The room grew completely silent when he stopped and all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes and waited, as he had instructed, bent over the chair until she was told to rise.
She glanced back to find Sawyer sliding his belt back through the loops, but she noticed he didn’t buckle it before he turned and went u
pstairs. She reached back to just touch her hot, throbbing bottom, but when she heard him on the stairs, she replaced her hands where they were.
“Last part of punishment,” he said.
She turned her head to find him opening a tube of lubricant, the same one he had used the other day. Her eyes widened and he met them as he squeezed some of the stuff onto his fingers. “You took that well, Rebecca,” he said.
She nodded, a tear slipping from her eye. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he brought his lubricated fingers to the cleft between her bottom cheeks and with his other hand, he pulled them apart. That heat between her legs made itself known again when she watched his eyes go back to her bottom, to what he had exposed there and when his fingers began to circle her back hole, she swallowed, realizing that somewhere during her punishment, the burn inside her bottom had faded to a soft reminder.
Slowly, his fingers began to penetrate that tight entrance and she found herself panting, the heat of her punishment and now the attention to so sensitive a place making her want.
“Good,” he said. “Relax and open. I’m not going to fuck your ass today. That might send the wrong message. But I do have something else in mind.”
She made a sound, a soft, involuntary moan, and when she did, he stopped moving his finger but kept it lodged deep inside her. She turned back to find him unzipping his jeans and with his other hand, he gripped his thick, hard cock and began to stroke the length of it. Rebecca could only watch, her mouth agape, desire in her eyes, wanting only to touch him, to taste him, to take him inside her, anywhere inside her.
He grinned when their eyes met as if he knew what she wanted now.
“Not today, baby,” he said, stroking faster. He returned his attention to her bottom and withdrew his finger from her asshole. She then felt the head of his cock at her entrance.
She tightened immediately, every muscle going tense.
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