by Maggie Ryan
Whimpering, she reached behind her and parted her bottom cheeks with her own two hands, incapable of anything but abject obedience at this point. He held her firmly around the waist with one hand, and the other grasped the evil root. She tensed as the tip penetrated her anus, bracing herself for the indescribable pain she was sure would come immediately. Some HoHs might have toyed with her, drawn out the ordeal by fucking her ass with the root beforehand, but Beau didn’t do that. He went straight to the point, pushing it slowly, up to the notched pivot until it was firmly situated inside of her. For a moment, she felt nothing besides the intrusion, relaxing as this must be some sort of weird urban legend in the spanko community. That thought was vanquished as the fullness of the root was replaced by the slight burn slowly building inside her. Her back went rigid as the burn intensified, her discomfort level gradually becoming more and more unbearable with each passing minute. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she bounced on the balls of her feet, desperately wishing for an escape from the pain.
“Hmmm,” her husband murmured from behind her. “Looks like you’re feeling it now, aren’t you? Are you going to think twice about lying to me in the future?”
“Yessss,” she hissed. “I’ll never lie to you again, please take it out! Pleeeease.” She was burning up from the inside out, and not at all above begging to get what she wanted.
“No, I want to make sure you remember this for a long time to come. You’re going to keep it in, while I finish your spanking. And don’t clench, it will only make it worse.”
She breathed through the pain, watching through her tears as he picked the belt up off the table, and doubled it over in his hands.
He stilled her squirming form with a well-placed palm at the small of her back, and stepped behind her. She knew he was gauging his swing. The first lash of the leather hit the crease between bottom and thigh. She cried out, as she clenched against the pain, the ginger inside of her as she did so. The leather struck again and again. He wasn’t so cruel as to make her count this time. The sting of the leather on bare skin was nothing compared to the burn of the ginger root wedged inside her tight hole. It took every bit of consciousness she had not to clench as he laid down stripe after stripe on her poor raw flesh. It went on far longer than she thought she could handle. A pattern of punishment: bite of the belt, burn of the root, bite of the belt, burn of the root. She knew she wouldn’t sit tomorrow, and she swore aloud that she would never lie again.
Beau was not paying any attention to her pleading cries, or her pledges of honesty and obedience, but she could feel his gaze burning into her, and she knew that he was watching her carefully, and would not cross the line into more than she could handle. Finally, the last stroke of the belt fell, catching her on the plumpest part of her bottom, laying a stripe over the top of several existing ones, and she hissed against the pain. Her hands flew back to cover herself, blocking him from delivering any further punishment to her glowing globes.
Chuckling, Beau moved her hands, dropping them to her sides, and scooped her up in his arms, careful not to touch any part of her throbbing backside as it hung in the open air between his arms. “A little late there, sweetie, I was already done.”
He set her on her stomach across the couch, and knelt on the floor beside her, wiping her tears with his crooked finger. “You did so good, baby. I hope you learned your lesson. I never want to have to do that again.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered through her quiet sobs. “Please take it out. Please.”
He tapped the base of the plug where it stuck out from the crease between her cheeks. “Not yet. I’m going upstairs to get the arnica, and a washcloth, and while I’m gone, I want you to spend a few more minutes thinking about how you got yourself into this position.”
While he was gone, Ginger took silent stock. Her ass of course, was flaming hot and raw, and probably would be for a few days at least. The ginger was burning her up from the inside out, making sure she would never so stubbornly lie or keep secrets again. She reckoned she should feel utterly humiliated, and repentant, and overall completely miserable, but she felt oddly at peace, and certainly calmer and less broken than she had in months. She knew she would never fully understand the healing power a good spanking seemed to have, but she was inherently grateful for it.
Beau returned quickly with the necessary items and went to work on her backside immediately. The arnica cream felt cool and soothing, but the process of rubbing it in was not always a gentle one. She sometimes wondered if she would be better off without it, but she knew from experience it worked wonders at preventing bruising, and after the spanking she had just endured, she needed all the help she could get.
He gently worked the cream into her tender flesh, before moving his attentions upwards to her lower back. Standing in such a prone position had left her back tight and crampy and his ministrations were welcome. Ginger gave a contented sigh and melted into the couch cushions.
“You’re gonna be sore for a while, but I’ll bet you’ll think twice before lying or keeping things from me again, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to be keeping a close eye on you. I want you to make sure you follow Dr. Devon’s instructions to the letter from here on out, and see Traci at least once a week, understand? Failure to do any of these things will be considered direct disobedience and have serious consequences.”
“Yes, Sir.” It was funny how simple instructions that should make her indignant turned her insides to mush, and sent thrills of desire to her lady parts.
“We’ll be having a talk tomorrow about what else I expect from you.” His hands were still kneading the tight muscles in her lower back, but he stopped then, and softly caressed her striped rear end. “I never want to have to punish you like this again, but if you lie or put yourself in danger, I will make this seem like a walk in the park.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded meekly, desperately wishing he would do less talking and more rubbing. His hands came to rest between her bottom cheeks, gripping the base of the plug, but he didn’t remove it. To her dismay, he continued lecturing, tapping it intermittently as he spoke, and sending coursing waves of the evil juice deeper inside of her with each light tap.
“This spanking doesn’t mean everything is all better, and that you can get lax with your health, or that the problem is already fixed. It just means I’m going to be dealing with it differently from now on.”
“Okay,” she whined. “I get it!” She had to be crazy for talking to him like that with a striped bottom, and a root up her ass, but she was done with talking.
Beau frowned at her, but he seemed to sense that it wasn’t out of disrespect or lack of cooperation, but from something else entirely. He gripped the root, and dislodged it with one firm yank, disposing of it back into the baggie it had come from for now. He would get rid of it later.
For now, he lifted her into his arms, and awkwardly lowered himself onto the couch, positioning her in his lap, holding his legs open so that her very scorched bottom sat between them, free of the scratchy denim pants he wore.
He wiped her tears, and gently kissed her cheeks, making sure she was okay. Seeing that she was, he lowered his lips to meet hers and kissed her sweetly and reverently. Ginger was not in a sweet or reverent mood. She was horny as hell, and she let him know it. She deepened her kiss, frantic and urgent in her lip lock, her fingers pulled at his hair and clawed at his shirt. He got the message, and lifted her off of his lap, and onto the couch beside him so that he could quickly divest himself of his clothing, until he was down to only his navy blue boxer briefs. Ginger watched him as he stripped, grinning like a Cheshire cat the whole time. Her eyes never strayed from his, as she tauntingly stroked her pale skin, beginning at her breasts and working her way down slowly.
“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he growled, lowering himself on top of her. His hands raked through her thick hair, and pulled at her taut nipples until she was screaming with desire and ne
ed. “Please. Beau, Please!” she panted.
“Please what?” He looked at her, questioningly, his face clouded with arousal. “What do you want?”
Oh, god, he was going to make her say it. “Please, Sir, fuck me,” she whispered, blushing wildly as she always did when he made her talk dirty. “Please fuck my bottom.”
The look on his face was incredulous, and very, very happy. Anal sex was not something they had ever done, but it was all she could think about, and she knew she wanted it.
“Are you sure?” He scrutinized her face as if he wasn’t quite sure he had heard correctly.
She swallowed thickly. “I want…I want your cock in my ass, please.”
“Turn around.” His voice was low, and thick with desire. She was beyond anything but abject obedience. He took her by the arm, and led her to the side of the couch, lowering her gently until she was bent backward over the arm of the couch, a position she had been in many times before. This time was different. She was equal parts nervous and excited, and incredibly turned on by his dominance.
Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms wrapped around her waist. He cupped her wet mound, his fingers strumming inside her pussy, he filled her, until she was pulsing and contracting around him. Beau chuckled and quickly extracted his fingers. She heard the tell-tale pop of the container of lube, and shuddered as he generously covered her hole with the cold, wet liquid before probing her tight hole with a single digit.
“Is this where you want my cock?” he growled, as he slowly finger fucked her tight hole.
“Yes, please, now,” she whimpered, grinding her hips to the rhythm of his maneuvers, bereft when his finger finally left her.
She felt him step out of his boxers, and position himself behind her, as close as they could be without their bodies actually touching.
The tip of his erection grazed her back door, and she tingled in anticipation. He braced himself, gripping her hips tightly for balance, and slowly pushed closer, until he penetrated her tight entrance. She instinctively clenched, as he entered her. The feeling was so different, she didn’t know quite what she was feeling. There was a slight burn, and a bit of foreign discomfort, but after she relaxed and her body adjusted, she mostly felt the sensation of satisfying fullness.
He stilled inside of her, and she felt his form go rigid against her back. “What’s wrong?”
He chuckled. “Nothing, just a little leftover burn from the ginger.”
“Oh,” she giggled to herself. There was a bit of poetic justice in the whole thing. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” His quick response told her that was the last thing he wanted to do. “Do you?”
Ever the gentleman, she thought. “No, keep going.” She pushed her hips backwards, taking him in as far as she could. It was all the encouragement he needed.
“You’re so tight, do you like it when I fuck your ass?” he murmured appreciatively, thrusting into her with abandon now. Her hips rolled with each hard thrust, his cock pulsing inside her.
“More,” she mewed, frantically bucking her hips against him. He fucked her with increasing gusto, her one word plea all the encouragement he had needed. With each hard thrust, the ache from the leftover juices of the ginger root burned her up from the inside out, and the need in her pussy grew until she could no longer stand to not touch herself.
Ginger expertly strummed her lips pulling and flicking and tweaking while he slammed into her from behind, creating a staccato of pleasure with just the right amount of pain to keep things interesting. Her body temperature rose as she boiled from the inside out, just before the orgasm claimed her. She felt Beau shudder his release inside her at the exact moment she, too, rode the wave of her climax.
He pulled out, spent and happy, as she collapsed against the arm of the couch, a burning quivering mess of pure satiated bliss.
Beau flopped onto the couch beside her and pulled her into his lap. “I love you,” he said, his voice raw with emotion and exertion.
“I love you too,” she sighed happily, burying her face into his chest. She was completely numb, from head to toe, even her bottom tingled happily. Tonight had been about much more than punishment and incredible sex. It was the start of a new happier beginning.
Epilogue
Beau watched from where he sat on the floor playing blocks with Hazel as Ginger entered. Her face lit up, and she quickly crossed the room to join them. Just a few short months after her breakdown, she looked like a whole new person. She had filled out in some places, and thinned down in others. Her smile was wide and easy, and her cheeks had a happy healthy glow to them. Gone were the tired eyes and the stress-laden shoulders. Ginger both looked and felt amazing. There was a definite spring in her step these days.
He leaned across Hazel and greeted her with a quick kiss. “Are you ready for our walk?” She still walked every day, as per doctor’s orders, but Beau and Hazel always went with her. It had turned into a family affair, and was the best part of both their day. Well, almost anyway.
“Pretty soon. I was actually thinking it might be best to wait until evening. It’s pretty warm out there.” It was summer, and Beau was now on summer break, with the rest of the kids and teachers in Corbin’s Bend.
He smiled in agreement. “Okay, we can wait. How was your coffee date?” Ginger was still seeing Traci on a regular basis, but now it was as friends, rather than as therapist and patient. Beau was happy for her. While Ginger had been mostly well liked in the community before, she had never taken the time to develop real friendships that weren’t based solely on work relationships. Now she had found that with Traci and Ange, both.
Ginger sighed in response, looking thoughtful. “Traci wants me to help her start a moms group in the community for mothers of young children.”
“What like Mops or something?” Beau knew of the mothers of preschoolers group from back home in California, as there had been a group that met in the school cafeteria after hours.
“Yes, exactly like that basically, but not affiliated. Just an unofficial Corbin’s Bend chapter, for women to get support, and information and cultivate friendships for themselves and their children.”
“Well,” Beau said carefully, “that sounds like it would be a good thing. Lots of little ones these days. What do you think about it?”
Ginger looked equally hesitant and hopeful. “I think it’s a great idea, and that it would be a fantastic resource in the community, but honestly, setting up and running something like that? There is a ton of behind the scenes work that would need to be done. People don’t consider how much work something like that actually takes.”
Beau nodded. “You don’t want to deal with all that. I understand. It sounds like a lot of work. Maybe you can help Traci find someone else to do it.”
Her face fell. “Don’t get me wrong. I would love to do it. I wish I could. You know that type of stuff is right up my alley, but you and I agreed that with summer here, and you around to take care of Hazel it was a good time for me to fully get back into the swing of things at the restaurant.” She sighed, and Beau realized what she was really saying. “I would love to do it, but I don’t have time. I don’t want to take on too much, and burn myself out.”
“That’s really smart,” Beau encouraged. “I’m proud of you for considering your limitations. But I also want you to be happy, and spend time on things you are passionate about. Is this something you would do if you could?” He watched her face carefully, and idea forming as he took in her response.
“Yes, I would. I think it’s a great idea, and I would love to help get it running, but I can’t do that to Laney. She has basically been running the place by herself for almost eight months.”
Ginger looked crestfallen, but Beau only felt excitement. “Would you do it, if you could?” he pressed, taking her hands in his.
“I can’t though! Haven’t you been listening?” she cried, beginning to get frustrated.
He nodded gravely. “Yes, I have, and now it’
s your turn to listen to me. You started the Ginger Paddle because you wanted to own a business, and you believed in Laney. For you, it’s always been just a business. For Laney, it’s a passion.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Honey, Laney is the Ginger Paddle. She is the heart and soul of that place.”
“Gee, thanks,” Ginger muttered sarcastically.
“Just listen. You made the business run like a well-oiled machine. You helped her turn that place into what it is by teaching her to be organized and efficient in the day to day operations. That’s your thing. But everything else? All the personal touches that make The Ginger Paddle what it is? That’s all Laney. She chose the décor, created the menu, and until Amber came along, she did all the cooking. She does all the creative work, right?”
Ginger didn’t respond, regarding him suspiciously.
“All of that takes a lot more man hours than doing the books and writing the paychecks. You used to go in and help as much as you could with the day to day operations, but you haven’t in a long time, and when you do, it stresses you out. There are a lot of things you could do with your time that would make you happier and more fulfilled.”
“Yeah, maybe, but I own half a sushi business. I have a responsibility to do half the work.”
“But what if you didn’t?” Beau smiled at her blank stare.
“What are you getting at, Beau? Just spit it out.”
“What if,” he started slowly, testing the waters. “You only owned say, thirty percent of a business, and you only had to worry about things like payroll and profit and loss statements or whatever?”
She still looked confused, and not half as excited as he had anticipated, but maybe he just needed to plow ahead and spell it out for her, instead of slowly easing her into the idea, which seemed to only be confusing her.
