by Ashe Barker
As suddenly as he had started, he stopped. She groaned as he withdrew his fingers, but knew better than to complain. Instead, she shifted her feet and hands on the floor to settle more comfortably into her submissive, exposed posture.
She listened as his footsteps receded. He was moving away from her. She waited, heard him return. Then she winced as something hard and cool trailed across her bottom. The cane?
“You know what this is, little Genie?”
“I think so, Sir?”
“Any objections?”
She gulped, but schooled her voice to remain even. “No, Sir. Please proceed.”
“Will you be able to keep still?”
“I’m not sure. The only other time I was caned, I was tied to a bench.”
She thought he hesitated before asking his next question. “Tell me about that time, Genie.”
She shifted again, concentrating hard on maintaining her balance. “It was a punishment. I had been very rude to my Dom. In public. So he caned me. In public. Twelve strokes.”
Aaron whistled. “Twelve strikes, and a public caning at that. He must have been very pissed off.”
“Yes, Sir. He was. I had called him a mean, controlling bastard when he rebuked me for orgasming without his permission.”
“Mean and controlling—those traits are in the Dom job description.”
“I realize that, Sir. I was in a bad mood. I should not have said it.”
“And did it work? Were you suitably chastened?”
“I apologized, Sir.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I know. I did not like him very much, Sir. And I do not believe he liked me. We only scened a couple more times after that.”
“So, he caned you. In public. Then dumped you.” It was a statement, not a question.
From his tone, she knew he did not approve of the conduct of this Dom from her past.
“I suppose he did, though I was not distressed at the loss. As I said, I did not like him.”
“Do you like me, Genie?”
“I do, Sir. Very much. I never stopped liking you.” She paused for a moment then continued. “I never stopped loving you, Sir.”
Aaron paused, seemed to be considering her last remark. “I’m also a mean, controlling bastard. You must remember that about me. Especially now, when you’re about to receive a caning.”
“I love you, Sir. It is that simple. Really. And I trust you.”
“Good answer. Let’s get on with it, then. I won’t tie you up, but would you prefer to lean on something for this?”
“If you would permit that, Sir.”
“Of course. I’m finished admiring your pretty little cunt for now. You may straighten up.”
Eugenie obeyed, relieved as the backs of her thighs were really starting to hurt. She stretched, rolled the stiffness from her shoulders before glancing at Aaron for further instructions. She could not prevent her eyes being drawn to the slender length of rattan dangling from his right hand. Was this the same one from before? Had he brought it with him to Paris from Northumberland?
“The chair. Brace yourself on one of the arms. I want your legs slightly apart and your bum lifted up for me. Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Eugenie walked across the room to the chair and stood beside it. She placed her palms on the cushioned arm and lowered her shoulders. She arched her back to lift her bottom up, then decided she could do better and laid her elbows on the chair arm. She folded her arms and rested her forehead on them, the new position raising her ass farther in the air. She turned her head to face him. “Is this all right, Sir?”
“Fucking beautiful.” Aaron followed her across the room to stand behind her. “I’m going to start with some gentle slaps to bring your blood to the surface, get you warmed up a little. I haven’t decided how many strokes of the cane to give you. I’ll stop when you stop liking it, so I’ll be asking you frequently.”
“Liking it, Sir?”
“Yes. Liking it. Despite your willingness to accept your caning from three years ago, this is not a punishment, Genie. I’ll stop at any time, if you ask me. Or if I think you’re looking distressed. So, are you ready?”
She nodded then closed her eyes to wait.
Aaron’s palm connected with her upturned bottom, the slaps soft at first but gaining in strength as her skin started to tingle under his rapid taps. She wriggled, moaning her pleasure as he prepared her for the cane. By instinct alone, she parted her thighs, hoping he might take the hint and caress her pussy too. Maybe even drop a few slaps there.
Aaron picked up on her cues and landed a sharp swat on her throbbing pussy lips. Eugenie squealed, opening her legs wider.
“Ah, my lovely little slut. You like that?”
She nodded.
“More?”
“Please. More, Sir.”
Aaron continued to rain quick, sharp swats across her now throbbing buttocks, delivering an occasional blow to her pussy or clit. Genie murmured her thanks for each strike across her cunt and wondered if she might come just from this.
“Not yet, greedy little subbie. You need to earn orgasms.”
How did he always know what she was thinking? He’d said he was not a mind reader, but he gave a decent impression of one.
“I know that, Sir. I am sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Genie. You’re doing fine.” Aaron caressed her smarting skin, digging his fingers into the soft, rounded flesh of her buttocks. It felt heavenly.
The sensation changed. He laid the cane across her bottom, stroking her with it. Her breath hitched.
“Relax, love. Allow yourself to enjoy this.”
His low, sexy tone calmed her, reassured her that whatever was about to happen would be fine.
Aaron tapped her with the cane, not hard, but still it sent a tingle through her sensitized skin. He repeated the action then did it again. Just as he’d dropped rapid slaps onto her rounded cheeks with his hand, now he did the same thing with the cane. The blows became faster, faster still, but remained light. Eugenie exhaled, realizing she’d been holding her breath in anticipation of the pain she was sure was about to explode across her ass.
Aaron pressed the cane into her bum, then raised it and dropped a single hard stroke across her right buttock. Eugenie screamed. Aaron caressed the spot, smoothing the pain away. She remained still, gasping as he massaged her bottom. The pain seemed to melt, soaking deep into her body, leaving a vague sense of anticipation in its wake. Of incompleteness. She wanted more.
“Again?” Aaron’s low murmur penetrated her shuddering consciousness.
“Yes, please.”
Moments later, the light tapping of the cane sent waves of quivering anticipation through her left buttock. He built the sensation, and Eugenie clenched in pleased welcome. As he pressed the cane into her skin, she drew in her breath and held it, letting it out in a sharp cry as the cane sliced across her soft curve. The gentle caress of Aaron’s hand followed, causing the hurt to sink deep into her flesh.
“Oh, Sir…”
“Enough yet?”
“No. More, please.”
“Okay.” He repeated the sequence, and Eugenie moaned in delight as he built the tempo across her right buttock again. He choose a spot below where he’d laid the first stroke, and this time she heard the soft swishing sound as the cane dropped for the final, hard stroke.
“Aargh. Oh, oh Christ, Sir.” She was clenching and unclenching her buttocks as Aaron rubbed the sore spot. The sharp burning sensation subsided quickly to become a deep, throbbing ache.
“Genie?”
“Again, Sir. I need more.” Oh, Christ, it’s been so long. So long.
She groaned as he tapped her left buttock, knowing he would pick his spot with care to avoid the welt already striping her ass. She needed to hold still and benefit from his practiced accuracy, but shit, this hurt. It really hurt. Still, she wanted it. Her excitement built as he increased the speed and weig
ht of his taps with the cane then the final whooshing slice that left a trail of fire across her rear. Eugenie screamed and collapsed forward as Aaron caressed the pain away. She was panting heavily as she absorbed the searing heat of the final stripe.
Aaron laid the cane on the seat of the chair, right in her eye line.
“Sir? I could manage more.”
“Maybe you could. I prefer to leave you to thinking that, though, than have you safe word. Next time there will be more.”
Despite her protests, Eugenie was relieved. And astounded. Her first erotic caning and he’d made it so hot for her. She’d felt cherished and completely safe. She lay still for a few moments, letting that realization take root. She turned her head to face him once more. “Thank you for showing me how good this can be. May I get up now, Sir?”
“Soon. First, though…” He moved behind her and dropped to his knees. He parted her throbbing buttocks with his hands to reveal her tight anus. “Ah, so pretty, and such a wet, needy little pussy we have here. Maybe while I’m in such a generous mood you might like me to deal with this for you?”
“Oh God, Sir, please. Please…” Eugenie spread her legs as wide as she could, her desperation mounting. She needed him to touch her, to fill her. She needed to come. She screamed again as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her pussy, slipping it between her swollen lips to swirl it inside her. At the same time, he trailed a finger along her slit to collect her moisture and used that natural lubrication to ease the way into her ass. He pressed one finger slowly into her, turning it as he did so to loosen the tight ring of muscle.
Eugenie sank deeper into her submission, relaxing her body to allow him total access. She felt to be floating outside her body, adrift in some dreamlike trance. Aaron sank a second digit into her ass. She welcomed it, loved the fullness, the wicked intimacy of it. He licked her clit, flicking the tip with his tongue. His strokes firmed as she stiffened, her orgasm moments away.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
His murmured command was all she required to release the dam that had been building. With a low, keening moan, Eugenie allowed her body to convulse, offering herself up in final capitulation. Aaron continued to lick her clit and pussy lips until the final shudders died away and only then did he pull his fingers from her ass. Eugenie’s knees buckled under her. She lurched forward, but Aaron caught her as he got to his feet, scooping her up in his arms. He turned and carried her across the room.
Eugenie clung to him, her hands clasped behind his neck, reluctant to let go even when he laid her on her side across his bed. Aaron kicked off his shoes and rolled onto the mattress alongside her, hauling her across his body to arrange her face down on top of him. His arms were around her. He stroked her back, drawing large, comforting circles between her shoulder blades with his palm.
Eugenie shivered. He lifted his hips to raise the pair of them up enough to drag the duvet from under them. He wrapped that around Eugenie, snuggling her in close to him. Eugenie burrowed nearer still, loving the hard warmth of his body under hers, the solid strength and comfort offered by his arms across her shoulders, the smooth planes of his chest beneath her cheek.
“Do you still love me, little one? Even after that?” he murmured into her hair, nuzzling the tangled strands.
Eugenie kissed his nipple, tracing her tongue around the flat nub just visible through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Oh yes, much more after that, Sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “Don’t thank me too soon, love. I promised to fuck you and I still have to make good on that. Assuming you haven’t changed your mind?”
She lifted her head, amazed. “I forgot. I was so, so…”
“So blown away by your first erotic caning?” He arched one eyebrow and seemed to find this amusing.
“Yes, Sir, that must have been it. Is it too late?”
Aaron rolled to face her. “That, sweet Genie, is one of the daftest questions I’ve heard in a while. Certainly from you. No, it is not too late. And I’m still taking requests, so do you want hard, fast, maybe a little rough, or slow and gentle?”
She peeped up at him from under the duvet, unable to prevent the smile that seemed to split her face. “It’s been a while, Sir, so I’d normally suggest hard and fast. But I’m feeling a little delicate so I wonder if…”
“Slow and gentle it is, then. Can you lie on your back, do you think?”
Eugenie rolled into position, taking care not to put her weight on her tender buttocks. “Will there be marks?”
“Oh, yes, for a few days I should think. Your arse looks so well punished right now, little Genie. I’ll show you. Later.” The duvet slithered to the floor as Aaron stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, the buttons still fastened. He made short work of his trousers as well, grabbing a condom from the pocket before he dropped his shorts too. He was soon kneeling between Eugenie’s thighs, rolling the latex over his cock. He placed his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs into the air, raising her off the mattress. The position was more comfortable and she murmured her thanks to him.
“Put my cock between the lips of your pussy, love. Show me where you want me to be.”
Eugenie complied, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his erection, treating herself to a couple firm strokes along the shaft before angling him toward her moist and waiting cunt.
“Here, Sir. I want you here. Now.”
Aaron surged forward, burying the length of his cock inside her. He stilled, allowing her the moments she needed to reshape around his thick, solid presence. She squeezed him hard, contracting her inner muscles as though she never wanted to let him go. Perhaps she didn’t. She reached up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into him as she shuddered with delight.
Aaron withdrew slowly, then sank deep again. Eugenie sighed, her pussy clenching hard. He repeated the motion, slow and deliberate, dragging out the pleasure. Eugenie began to wonder if she’d made the right choice as her body convulsed and she wriggled under him, seeking more friction. Maybe she should have gone for hard and fast instead.
“Keep still or I’ll tie you up.” The low growl put a stop to her writhing, at the same time sending a wave of lust through her. This was submission, this was surrender. This was what it meant to relinquish control. Her eyes closed, she allowed her head to drop back as he buried his face in her neck. His thrusts became shorter now, and he gyrated his hips to change the sensation slightly. Eugenie’s pussy contracted again, quite beyond any conscious control of hers.
Aaron released his grip on her legs to slide his hand between them on an unerring path to her clit. He found it and rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers, pulling on it as Eugenie’s moans increased in volume.
“Come now, little one. Come for me.”
“Oui, oui, je t’aime. Oh, Sir…”
Aaron gave one last thrust, long and deep this time, the head of his cock nudging her cervix before he stopped and held still for a moment. She trembled, squeezing again as the welcome warmth of his semen filled the condom.
Chapter Twelve
They lay still, limbs tangled, Aaron’s cock still buried inside her. He held her close, aware of the frantic pounding of her heart. Or maybe it was his. He was in no hurry to withdraw, but eventually knew he would have to deal with the condom. He kissed her mouth as he rolled from her.
“Hell, baby, I’d forgotten how tight and just how fucking hot you are. Shit, that was so good, so fucking good.”
“Yes, I…”
He dropped the knotted latex onto the bedroom floor and turned back to her, tucking her head under his chin. Her hesitancy in speaking was not lost on him.
“What is it, love? Are you okay?”
“Yes, better than okay. I just… I did not want to embarrass you. Or put you in a difficult position. I don’t expect anything from you.”
“No? Well, you damn well should. What is all this?”
“I said I love you. Twice.”
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nbsp; “I know. I heard. And it’s been more than twice.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Mind? Why would I mind?”
“It is just that I have thought about this a lot over the years, since we’ve been apart. I knew that I loved you and I have always felt this way. I know that you do not love me, though, and I was not trying to trap you or push you, or—”
“Hush, love. I didn’t think that, not for a moment. And you’re right, you have had longer to get your head around how you feel, but I’ll catch up. Give me time.”
Eugenie pushed herself up on one elbow, her smile dazzling. “Do you mean that, Sir? Really? You could love me again after what happened?”
“Oh, I reckon so. What’s not to love?”
“Everything. I’m a brat. Everyone says so, everyone thinks that.”
Aaron was puzzled by the nervous expression on Eugenie’s face. She may have said she was okay, but he knew there was more. “What everyone is this, then? Anyone I know?”
“Yes. No. Just, everyone. Doms. Other subs even, I guess.”
“Tell me what you mean. What is it I’m missing here?”
He watched, noting the frantic play of emotions across her lovely face. She was nervous, scared even. He suspected he knew what she was struggling to tell him, but he waited, allowed her the time she needed to find the words.
“After we split up, I went a little crazy, I think. It must have been that because I can offer no better explanation for the way I behaved. I’m not proud of myself.”
She found this difficult, he could see that. Her lips were pressed together in a thin, tense line and she closed her eyes as though considering carefully what her next words might be. It would have been easy to offer encouragement, or even to say it didn’t matter, or it could wait.
He did none of those. He said nothing, confident she would get there in her own time. She had chosen to tell him now, so this must be the right time. For her.
A few minutes passed before she met his gaze again. “I was a slut. A real slut, not the nice sort as I am with you. And a brat.”
