Breaking the Chain

by Golden Angel

  "What's the count for missing a day at the gym, little girl?" he asked, rubbing his hand over her skin, warming it with his palm.

  "Um, twenty-five, but I didn't miss a full day!"

  "No you didn't. So you'll only get fifteen."

  "Fifteen! But that's more than half!"

  "And hopefully will be enough of a reminder not to do this again. Now count them out for me."

  SMACK!

  She cried out, obviously shocked by the suddenness and the harshness of the first swat to her backside, which left an immediate pink splotch on her pale skin.

  "Leigh," Jared said, reminding her.

  "One!"

  SMACK!

  *******

  "Two!" Leigh squealed, gasping for breath as both sides of her butt were now burning. Holy crap that hurt! She dug her fingers into the couch cushion to keep from reaching back and covering her flaming cheeks.

  This was her own damn fault. Not only had she literally asked for it, she could have been getting a fun spanking - or no spanking at all - right now if she'd just gone to the gym like she'd planned to! Jared was right. She'd let time get away from her. She'd let herself get distracted. She'd been complacent about the minutes passing, knowing that she needed to get to the gym.

  SMACK!

  "Three!"

  Never again. She was never, ever missing a gym day - or even part of a workout - just to see what would happen ever again.

  SMACK!

  "Four!"

  Jared's hand was going back and forth, switching butt cheeks with every swat, but always coming down hard and firm. And she'd wanted twenty-five of these for missing a full workout? Was she crazy?

  But it was working. Ooooh, was it working.

  By the time she cried out "Ten!" tears had started to slide down her cheeks. It felt like her butt was on fire, and it was only pure determination not to be a total baby that kept her from trying to roll off of his lap or to try and reach back to cover herself. Not that she thought Jared would put up with either. She'd read the books. She knew she risked earning extra punishment if she tried to do either.

  So she just squirmed and cried her way through the spanking, until, finally...

  SMACK!

  "Fifteen!" she shrieked. Jared's hand had landed across both of her cheeks at once. Damn plate-sized hands. Who even needed hands that big? Oversized giant man. Slumping over his lap, more tears spilled down her cheeks, this time in relief that it was over. She'd made it through.

  She was never going to go through this again.

  Rolling her on her side towards him, Jared gathered her into his arms, pulling her into place so that her butt was hanging in between his legs and touching as little as possible, while her head rested on his shoulder.

  "Owie, owie, owie," she whimpered as she shifted, her hot skin grazing the rough fabric of his jeans. It felt like her butt had been thoroughly roasted. And yet being cuddled by the man who had just tenderized her butt felt entirely natural. Desirable. He'd just spanked her, turned her butt into a rump roast, and yet all she wanted to do was snuggle into his arms and not move.

  Holding her tightly, Jared stroked her hair, murmuring about how well she'd done, which filled her stomach with a little pool of warm fuzzies.

  Crazy. She liked hearing that she'd done well at being spanked. Yup, she was down the rabbit hole only, unlike Alice, she wasn't particularly interested in coming back out.

  She squeaked with surprise as Jared slid his arm under her legs, right where her jeans were bunched around her knees, and suddenly stood. Looping her arms around his neck, she blinked in surprise as she realized how easily he'd levered both of them up off the couch. Holy muscles, Batman!

  "Where are we going?" she asked, surprised. She'd been counting on more cuddle time. The gleam in Jared's eyes suddenly made her realize where his head was. Well, of course, she'd kind of felt that while he was spanking her, but she'd figured that was just normal male reaction, she hadn't really been expecting him to-

  "Punishment's over, which means now we can move on to the fun portion of this evening," he said, dropping a quick kiss to her lips.

  Cool air moved over her heated skin as he walked, making her very aware that she was completely uncovered from her hips to her knees. It felt very strange.

  "So you think you can just spank me, then sex me up?" she asked, teasing.

  Jared winked at her as he shouldered his way past his bedroom door. "It's good to be the Dom."

  She burst out into laughter as he tossed her onto the bed, ending with a squeal as pain flared. OUCH! Immediately she rolled onto her stomach, trying to escape the pressure and pain of having anything touching the flaming skin of her bottom.

  "Mmmm, gorgeous," Jared said, crawling onto the bed behind her, his body over hers, making her feel tiny as he planted his arms and legs on either side of her, trapping her. She looked over her shoulder at him as he dropped a kiss on the back of her neck. "I think I like you in this position."

  One big hand slid under her sweater, pushing it up and Leigh wriggled, helping Jared strip off of her top. It felt better to be more naked, rather than mostly dressed but exposed. Less than a second later, her bra had joined her sweater on the floor and Jared was pressing open-mouthed kisses down her spine.

  Leigh moaned, surprised at how quickly Jared had managed to turn her on. She wouldn't have thought she was like Angel, able to go from being spanked to... well, this. The heat in her skin was spreading, but in a good way, making her nipples harden as she arched and they brushed against the sheets beneath her. Fingers brushed over her pussy lips and she gasped when she realized how wet she was. She definitely had not been wet while he was spanking her, but she was soaked now.

  Warmth pressed against her thighs and ass. Cool skin to hot skin... somehow Jared had managed to get his clothes off while he'd been kissing her back. While she knew his skin wasn't actually cool, it felt that way against the heat emanating from her ass, and it felt good. A little stingy, but good.

  This time, when his pressed his lips against the back of her neck, his hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing them and making her buck against him. She could feel his cock nestling between the round, red globes of her ass, his thighs pressing against hers, and she leaned forward even more, shivering as the sensations rippled through her.

  There was something thrillingly submissive about being bent over in front of him like this. Doggy-style had never been her favorite position, but she wouldn't be surprised if that was about to change.

  ******

  Perfection.

  Leigh was absolute fucking perfection. Groaning, Jared rubbed his cock against her, feeling the heat of her ass surrounding his thick shaft, the glowing skin hot against his groin and thighs. She had lowered her upper body, almost in supplication, as she pressed her breasts into his hands.

  He'd thought she'd need more foreplay, but she was already so wet... While being punished hadn't turned her on, once she'd realized his intentions, the endorphins her body had released in response to the spanking had helped to arouse her.

  Screw foreplay. They could do that on round two.

  With reluctance he released one of her small, firm breasts just long enough to position his cock at the entrance of her body. He groaned as he slid easily into her wet, clenching sheath, his hand gliding back up to grip her soft mound, her nipple pebbled and hard against his palm.

  "Oooh..." She squirmed, her exhalation of breath like music to his ears, as he buried himself to the hilt, so that her hot cheeks were firmly pressed against his body.

  This position meant that he was going to smack against her sensitive skin with every thrust, keeping the nerve endings awake and afire, in the best possible way. He was tall enough, his arms long enough, that he could look down at her body and see the redness of her cheeks, even if it wasn't the best position for voyeurism. That could come later.

  Kneading her breasts, he groaned with pleasure as he pulled his hips back and thrust, the fricti
on of her wet flesh against his cock sending a rush of pleasure through his body. He started up a slow, steady rhythm, enjoying the sound of her whimpers and the way she wriggled underneath him as he took her from behind. Even though she wasn't tied up, in this position she had very little control; although she did what she could, pressing back against every thrust of his hips, her muscles clenching and spasming around him.

  "Oh yes," she said, moaning as he pinched her nipples, adding to the sensations coursing through her as he moved. Jared grit his teeth, forcing his pace to stay slow and steady, taking the time to let her tight channel adjust to the size of his cock, so that when he did speed up, he wouldn't hurt her. Leigh's ass wriggled as she bowed her head down, panting for breath, her whimpers turning him on even more. "Harder, Jared..."

  With a groan, he slid his hands back, away from her breasts, straightening so that he could grip her hips, holding her in place as he began to steadily increase the pace and force of his thrusts. Her pink pussy was glistening beneath darker pink cheeks, the ample flesh of her ass jiggling with every thrust, ripples of pink and red. Watching his cock pierce her wet lips, which were tightly stretched around his thick, dark shaft, he nearly lost his control.

  Fucking beautiful. And so fucking hot.

  "Jared..." She whimpered his name, her hips trying to wag, trying to move, and he chuckled as he tightened his grip on her hips... and obliged her.

  ******

  The angle of Jared's cock was hitting exactly the right spot, rubbing over the sensitive inner site of pleasure every time he moved in and out of her. His hands were hard on her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, no matter how she moved, making it clear exactly who was in control. And it was so hot she thought she might melt.

  She loved the idea that he might be looking down at her ass, seeing his handiwork, watching him fuck her... she wished that she could see it too, but just imagining it made her almost unbearably excited. The feel of Jared moving in and out of her, her flesh pulling at his, was making her whimper.

  The heat had spread inside of her, sizzling along her nerve endings, her swollen clit practically begging for some attention... and at the same time, she could feel her orgasm rising even without it. It felt strange and yet so freaking good, she could barely process it as Jared's cock bumped against her g-spot yet again, making her clench and shudder.

  Her toes were curling, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her, and she was starting to feel a little faint.

  "Oh... fuck... Jared..." She tried to pull away from the intense sensation as Jared thrust in again, stimulating that small spot inside of her, the pressure building to an almost painful intensity. His grip was too firm, his movements too controlled, and she couldn't escape. His next thrust made her gasp, and she could actually feel her orgasm peaking, without any stimulation to her clit.

  It started deep inside of her, making her muscles spasm as the pleasure burst from her core, spreading like a supernova through her body and limbs. The hot ecstasy slid through her, filling her, making her cry out as her body shivered in unexpected rapture. Then Jared thrust again and she screamed. Lightening shot through her veins, scalding her with pleasure, and he pumped harder, faster, making her realize just how much he'd been holding back as she writhed in front of him while her climax went on and on and on.

  When he finally groaned and thrust hard, filling her completely, his cock throbbing and expanding inside of her, Leigh was almost limp from the sexual bliss and lethargy that had spread along her limbs. Her cheek pressed against the sheets, she moaned as she felt Jared pulsing inside of her, his fingers tightening as he finally reached his own orgasm. Wiggling back against him, she deliberately tightened down, smiling as he shuddered and jerked, her pussy pulling another jet of cum from him.

  Satisfaction threaded through her, heightening her hazy pleasure.

  "Mmmm." The happy contented noise rumbled in her chest as Jared pulled her onto her side with him, spooning her and wrapping his large body around her, his cock still inside of her. Leigh rubbed her head against his bicep, wrapping her arms over his, as if she could actually make him hug her tighter. It just felt so nice. Even if her butt was starting to feel sore again. She didn't think that was going to go away any time soon though.

  One hand cupped her breast squeezing it gently, while the other slid down her stomach, heading for her still swollen clit.

  "What're you doing?" Leigh asked, giving a little gasp as his finger circled the tiny nubbin, making it swell again. Wiry hair rasped against the sensitive skin of her ass as Jared slid his leg over hers, holding her in place with his body.

  "Round two," he whispered into her ear, before biting gently on the lobe and making her jerk against him. Her pussy pulsed and, inside of her, she felt him swell.

  Oh. Well okay then.

  Chapter 15

  Leigh couldn't remember the last time she'd been this happy. The past Friday had gone much better with Jared than her first. No discipline spanking at all (and she hadn’t earned one this week either!) Instead, they'd spent the time after his shift at Stronghold, watching the various activities in the Dungeon and those in the private rooms with open curtains. Watching with Jared was much different than just watching on her own.

  He liked to stand behind her, arms around her waist, whispering into her ear... asking if she liked what she was watching. Telling her what he liked. Telling her if he'd like to see her in that position. Leigh found out that he wasn't a huge fan of the St. Andrews' cross, but he liked pretty much anything that had to do with bending her over. A lot of his fantasies seemed to run that way.

  Bent over a spanking bench. Bent over the teacher's desk in the Classroom. Bent over the throne in the Arabian Nights room. Bent over the exam table in the Doctor's Room.

  She didn't really have an objection to that; just thinking about it got her hot. The spanking bench probably wasn't going to happen, she didn't think she'd be comfortable doing that right in the middle of the Dungeon where everyone could see, but she was on board with the idea of using one of the private rooms. Who knew, maybe eventually she'd be okay with being really kinky and leaving the curtains open.

  In the meantime, she truly enjoyed being a voyeur. Even when some of her friends were playing in the main room. Not all of them did, but she and Jared watched an incredibly hot scene between Jessica, Justin, and Chris, where they had her tied up to a Saint Andrew's cross while they took turns flogging her back. The one not holding the whip stood on the other side of the cross, playing with Jessica. They finally ended the scene by turning her around so that Justin could flog her breasts while Chris knelt in front of her and licked her to a screaming orgasm. Watching that scene had left Leigh breathless and hot as hell. She didn't think she'd ever be up for a threesome... but those three made it look good.

  Outside of Stronghold she was even happier, if that was possible. She and Jared had only spent two nights apart since the first Friday he'd spanked her. And on both of those nights they'd talked on the phone till midnight. It wasn't really that much longer of a drive to work from his house, although it did mean having to pack a bag... but she now had her own toothbrush at his place. And hairbrush. And shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. So all she really needed to bring were her clothes and makeup when she came over.

  It was fast, but somehow it didn't feel that way. It felt natural and easy.

  Her parents were thrilled to hear that she was dating someone seriously, and Jared had even talked to her mom on the phone once, when her mom had called while they were together.

  The only times everything wasn't light and happiness was when Marissa showed up at Stronghold. Well, and the second drunken message she'd sent to Leigh. After which, Leigh had blocked her on Facebook. She felt sorry for Marissa, but she didn't need another message about how she was a whore homewrecker. To be perfectly honest, she'd been half expecting an eventual apology for the first message, otherwise she probably would have blocked Marissa from the get-go. Leigh wasn’
t going to cause any drama about it.

  Marissa had also tried to call Jared a few more times. She never left a message and Jared always told Leigh when she called, so Leigh didn't feel at all insecure. Angel was still wary, of both Marissa and Jared. Which Leigh understood. She appreciated the protective side of her friend, even though she didn't think she had anything to worry about. Jared had made it clear he'd moved on from Marissa, and eventually the other woman would get the message. So far she still hadn't told Jared about either message, but she just didn't want him worrying.

  He'd been holding hard and fast to his resolution to ignore Marissa, and she didn't want him to break that over needless concern. Two drunk messages weren't a big deal, even though Angel was already muttering about harassment. But then, Angel hadn't told Adam either, and Leigh figured she would if she was actually worried.

  The few times Marissa had been at Stronghold at the same time as her and Jared there had been a lot of glaring, but she wasn't stupid enough to actually come over. Jared said she'd stopped trying to talk to him when he was working too. Since the last time Marissa had cornered her in the bathroom, Leigh hadn't been to the locker room unaccompanied, which was fine with her. She didn't really want to get into another confrontation with Marissa.

  It sucked being confronted by someone who was nasty but that you also felt sorry for. Because Leigh didn't really feel like she could be nasty back. She had what Marissa wanted - being mean on top of that... yeah, she couldn't do it. Kicking someone when they were down just wasn't in her wheelhouse.

  Which was why she found herself at Stronghold, legs crossed, waiting for Jared to get off work, and needing to pee. Angel and Adam had gone to use their private room, and Rick and Liam were hanging out with her, but Hilary and Maria hadn't felt like coming tonight, so Leigh didn't have anyone to go to the bathroom with. And Marissa was with her friends in the Lounge area, so going by herself wasn't really an option right now.

  Dammit.