At Home In Corbin's Bend

by Maggie Ryan

  By the time Jason told Melissa she could get up for her first round of corner time, she knew her backside was well and truly scorched. As she walked to the corner, she was grateful that she didn’t have any clothes on, because anything that might brush against her backside would truly be torture. She laid her head in the corner, nose first, and just let the tears stream down her face. There was nothing she could do to stop them, and honestly, she didn’t want to. It was as if the tears were cleansing her of every single bad thing that had happened to her, and because of her, since her parents had died.

  She stood there for a long time and slowly the tears dried up. The sound of chairs moving and papers rustling drifted towards her from the kitchen. Then there was quiet, quiet that felt like peace, even though she knew the worst was ahead of her. Melissa couldn’t help but feel that the true worst was behind her. Eventually, the time did come for her to come out of the corner and face the rest of her punishment.

  “Come here, baby.” Jason opened his arms to pull Melissa into him and she melted into his embrace. His chest was so warm against her face and his arms were so strong around her. She felt like he was pouring his strength into her to help her get through the rest of the night. He gave her one last squeeze before stepping back.

  He led her by her hand to the kitchen sink where a bar Ivory soap lay still in its package. She had never had a mouth soaping before though she had always been fascinated by them. Melissa’s bottom throbbed as she watched Jason, with a weird sense of anticipation, as he removed the soap from its wrapper. “All right, Melissa, please tell me why you are getting this mouth soaping.”

  Her stomach fluttered pleasantly in a surreal way at the words. “My mouth is getting soaped because I used my mouth to drink the alcohol that I was too young to drink,” she answered.

  “That’s right, now I want you to open your mouth wide and keep it open until I tell you that you can close it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said and could tell that her eyes were as big as saucers as the soap descended upon her mouth. She opened wide as he began vigorously applying the soap to her tongue. She had to hold her mouth very wide for it to fit inside. Suddenly the worst taste that she had ever tasted burst against the taste buds on her tongue and the only thing she could think of was getting the horrible taste out. Before she even knew what she was doing, she was over the sink spitting it out, but no matter how much she spit she couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth.

  She knew she was in trouble when she felt a tight hand gripping the back of her neck pulling her abruptly away from the sink. “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” Jason’s voice boomed at her. When she saw his face, she saw that he was angry. “What did I say?”

  He held her tight and she started to panic. “I didn’t know it was going to taste so bad. I can’t do it. It’s horrible,” she cried out.

  Twisting her around, he landed a hard swat on her already blistered bottom. “Ow, Jason, I’m sorry.” Tears started welling in her eyes. “You don’t understand how bad it is.”

  “Yes, I do. My mouth was soaped as a child. I survived it and so will you. Now open your mouth.”

  “No.” Her eyes flew wide in disbelief that she said that, but she couldn’t control herself.

  “You have the count of two to open your mouth and accept your punishment like a good girl, or I am going to turn you over my knee and give you a good blistering. One, he counted. Two.” As he tried to bring the soap to her mouth, she clamped it shut tight.

  “Mm Mm,” she said, shaking her head from side to side. Before she could blink, Jason’s foot was propped up on a chair and she was upended over his knee with her legs dangling in the air. His hand landed at what had to be his full strength on her upturned bottom. She was mortified as his spanks landed so hard on the inner curve of her bottom that her cheeks spread. Once or twice as she thrashed her legs he caught her secret pucker hard under his hand. Before she knew it she was on her feet again with his face sternly level with hers.

  “Are you ready to open your mouth now or do I have to turn you back over my knee?”

  She opened and closed her mouth wordlessly several times, before looking at him in disbelief. “You accidentally spanked inside my cheeks,” she said wide-eyed, feeling shocked.

  She saw a little vein throbbing on his forehead as his voice turned to unbending steel. “Melissa, if you don’t want me to spread your cheeks and apply the handle of that wooden spoon over there directly to your bottom hole, you will open your mouth right now and take the soaping you have earned.”

  Her face flushed to the point that she thought she would burst into flames. She was going to literally die of embarrassment right here and now. When he started to count, she flew her mouth open as wide as she could. His hand came around to grip the back of her head with one hand as he soaped her mouth in every single crack and crevice that she had. As he soaped, he lectured.

  She just died. She knew it. The flames had consumed her and she was dead. No one had ever seen her bottom hole before let alone threatened to do what he had just threatened to do to it. But no, she was not dead because the horrible taste of soap was everywhere. The suds filled her mouth and soap was caked on her teeth. It was the fantasy that had died. Mouth soaping was not sexy. Nope. Nuh uh.

  “Okay, I think we’re done here.” He gave her a serious look. “You are to keep that mouth shut and those suds in your mouth. Now go put your nose in that corner until I tell you that you can come out.”

  She practically ran to the corner just so she couldn’t see him looking at her anymore. As she pressed her nose into the corner, her breasts pressed into the cold wall. The worst tasting bubbles filled her mouth and threatened to come up her nose as she just tried to focus on breathing. As she figured out how to breathe, Melissa started hopping from foot to foot. The accurately described blistering pain rivaled with the unbearable taste in her mouth.

  “Melissa,” his velvety voice rang out from behind her, “feet on the floor.” She immediately stilled her feet gluing them to the ground. She stood stock still for the remainder of her time in the corner. It felt like she was there for an eternity, but when he called her out, she saw to her utter shock that it had only been fifteen minutes. Relief filled her as she spotted the mouthwash beside the sink.

  “Come rinse your mouth.”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. She raced to the kitchen sink throwing open the tap, spitting and rinsing and spitting and rinsing. A few minutes later her relief turned to dismay that while she had gotten all the bubbles out of her mouth the taste was still abundantly present. She grimaced as she smacked her mouth open and shut at the taste.

  Noticing, Jason pointed to the mouthwash. “You won’t be able to fully get the taste out of your mouth. It’ll likely still be there tomorrow, but this should help.” He handed her the mouthwash. “It probably wouldn’t be this bad if you had cooperated the first time,” he admonished.

  Guilt over her behavior washed over Melissa and humbled her. Dropping her eyes, she hung her head. “I’m sorry, sir, for my behavior during my punishment.”

  He gently nudged her chin up so that she was looking him in the eye. “It’s over. You’re forgiven. Now put yourself out of your misery and use this mouthwash,” he said, giving her a little nudge toward the sink.

  After rinsing her mouth out several times with the minty wash, the taste was at least now bearable. Her hair was pretty wet from practically dunking her head under the faucet as she had been rinsing. She tried gathering it up and letting it hang down her back but it was still wet and a little soapy. Noticing, Jason offered the hairbrush to her and told her to go into her bathroom to rinse it out and put it up in a ponytail.

  Melissa knew this would buy her a little extra time she needed to build her resolve back up, to take what was likely to be, the worst part of her punishment. She had no idea how she was going to handle being tawsed on a bottom that was already the sorest it had ever been. Flipping t
he switch as she entered, she closed the door so she could look in the mirror on the other side at her bottom before dealing with her hair. She gasped at how it looked. It was mottled red with pin prick bruising here and there. Touching it lightly, she noticed it was also puffy and hot to the touch. She was shocked. She normally never had marks from her spanking. There was typically some redness even for a few hours, but soon after, that faded until there was no visible proof that she had been spanked. Memories of being tossed over Jason’s muscular thigh and the accidental grazing of her bottom hole flooded her mind, subsequently, her pussy flooded with juices until she was dripping wet at the thought. The humiliation of it turned her on now that it was over. Gathering her courage, she squeezed her cheeks in each hand apart until she was looking at her tiny rosebud pucker. There was a little bit of redness on her right side that looked like maybe a fingerprint, but that was the only visible sign anything had occurred there. Her little pucker winked against the cool air of the room a few times before she pulled herself away feeling guilty for getting turned on when she was supposed to be getting the worst punishment of her life.

  Melissa gathered her hair into a bun on top of her head and she reassured herself that, in a matter of moments, all thoughts of being turned on would be tawsed right out of her head. At that thought, the sick nervous feeling returned and she remembered why she was in this awful predicament in the first place. Staring into her deep brown eyes in the mirror, she gathered her courage to face Jason and the second to last portion of her punishment.

  As Melissa padded back to the kitchen, she saw that Jason had cleared the table of everything and had moved all of the chairs against the back wall. She wrung her hands as sweat slicked her palms. She knew what was coming and she was not looking forward to it.

  “Before we get started do you have anything that I can secure your hands with? I don’t want to risk accidentally striking your hand because it flew back to try to shield your bottom.”

  Knowing what she knew about the tawse she knew that was a very real risk. “Yes, I have something we can use in my bedroom. I’ll be right back.” She had two pairs of cuffs that could be linked together with rope. She wanted no chance of her feet being able to kick out either. She would feel better being completely secure. Safe.

  She handed Jason the necessary tools and explained her thoughts to him. He agreed that it was best to have her as secure as possible.

  “I would like you to lay over the side of the table with you arms gripping the other side and your legs spread.” After she put herself in position, he cuffed her wrists and ankles securing the rope to link each wrist to the corresponding ankle under the table. As she spread her legs, the room air caressed the most private areas of her body, the exposure making her wet. She had never felt more open and vulnerable yet more secure in her life.

  As Melissa lay there awaiting her first real tawsing, the first one could hardly count, she thought over the events of the last year and a half. She had learned to trust no one in that time, least of all herself, whom she had always counted on before. Yet, here she lay at her most vulnerable and knew, without a doubt, that she could trust herself with the man holding the tawse behind her. For the first time she felt safe. She knew no matter how horrendous the next few minutes were that she was going to be okay because Jason was going to be there for her on the other side.

  The first lash of the tawse happened in slow motion. Melissa heard it whistling through the air before she registered the way that it landed with a thud against her backside. The deep and searing pain took her breath away. Worse than she could ever have imagined, she had to fight hard to keep her knees from buckling. Although she was tied securely, she was determined to take this standing up strong. Giving her only until her next deep breath, the tawse exploded across her bottom with its second stroke. White hot blinding pain hung in a cloud around her as she shouted with the agony of it. There was no more counting after that. She knew Jason wouldn’t give her anymore than she was due. The third time the biting leather landed she fell into a blubbering mess of tears and begging. There was no time to recover between the fourth and fifth stroke. The air whooshed out of her in a silent cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. However, the next stroke didn’t come. Warm hands kneaded and massaged her back until her breath came again in gasps. He spoke to her in soothing tones although she couldn’t make out the distinct curves and edges of what they said. All that mattered was that he was with her in that moment and she drew strength from him.

  “I think you’ve had enough, sweet girl.” As he went to untie her, she shook her head fervently back and forth before she found her voice.

  “No,” she cried out. “I can do it. I will take everything I’m owed.”

  “No, Melissa. It’s too much. I should have said no to this as soon as you suggested it. It’s too harsh.”

  “Jason,” she said desperately, “I can do this. Please let me do this. The board will have no choice but to let me stay if they find out.” She didn’t just have to do this for the board she had to do this for herself. Following through with this would, without a doubt, set her on the road away from self destruction and back toward wholeness once again.

  “I’ll give you one more and then we are done here.” Jason’s jaw contracted where he gritted his teeth. Melissa couldn’t see him so she had no idea what kind of expression he wore, but she could hear the anguish in his tone.

  Steeling herself for the final stroke of the lash, the blinding pain still took her by surprise. The strap landed in a trail of fire bursting like a firecracker in the air.

  The next thing she knew Jason had scooped her up into his arms. She had no recollection of him releasing her from the cuffs. She didn’t even know she was crying until her mind registered the wet material of the cloth of his shirt beneath her face. He took large strides toward her bedroom, crooning to her the whole time. He sat in bed gently rocking her, laying gentle sweet kisses of comfort on her face while drying her tears. Curled up like a baby in the comfort of Jason’s arms, Melissa drifted into deep abiding sleep and did not wake again until sometime the next morning.

  Chapter 14

  As Melissa’s eyes fluttered open, she took in the man holding her in awe. He had slept the entire night sitting upright in bed with her cradled in his arms. Reaching up, she pressed a hand to his sleeping cheek enjoying the rough feel of his scruff. She knew you weren’t supposed to call a man beautiful, but he looked positively angelic as he slept. She snuggled back into his arms and just enjoyed the warmth of him, still marveling that he cared enough to stay with her like that.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” she heard him say as his chest rumbled against her cheek.

  “Morning,” she answered, smiling shyly up at him. “I can’t believe you slept like this with me. Aren’t you sore?”

  “I think we both needed it after last night. Besides, I think I like sleeping with you snuggled up in my arms.” His smile lit up his face.

  “Mmm, I would be happy staying here, forever,” she said, and then frowned, “except that I have to pee.”

  Chuckling, he helped her stand up, hissing when he set eyes on her bottom. “Oh, Melissa, we’re going to have to put some arnica on that bottom of yours.”

  From the moment he called her attention to it, every single step she took reminded her, without a doubt, that she had endured a punishment of utmost severity last night. She walked gingerly the rest of the way to the bathroom closing the door behind her. Pausing briefly in front of the mirror to look at her bottom, she cringed, looking away to make her way over to the toilet. She decided to hover instead of sit. It was easier that way. As soon as she had relieved herself, she put herself upright as quickly as she could. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to be sitting very much in the next few days.

  Oh no, she groaned inwardly. The essay, she had completely forgotten. She was supposed to sit at the table until it was done. That was going to be excruciating. She wondere
d for a moment if he had forgotten, but she doubted he did.

  Jason’s voice called to her from the other room. “Bring the arnica when you come back in here. I want to put some on your bottom now.”

  “Okay,” she called back, washing her hands first, and then pulling the tube of arnica out of her vanity drawer.

  She handed him the small tube, which he scrutinized for a second before muttering, “I’m going to have to buy you a lot more than this tiny thing if you’re going to get through the next few days.” He wrinkled his forehead. “You’ll probably use all of this today.”

  “Hey! I haven’t exactly needed arnica lately, except for the small bumps and bruises I got working on our habitat for humanity project.”

  “Touché.” He laughed. “Still, I will be making a trip to the store to buy you more today.”

  She lay on her tummy so that he could spread on the cream in a thick layer over her smarting bum. She clenched her fists and squinched her eyes as his light touch felt like a meat cleaver on her poor bottom. “I think I’m going to be spending the rest of the day on my tummy,” she said, voice muffled from where she was hiding in her arms. She squealed as he unexpectedly scooped her up into his arms, laughing, careful that her bottom didn’t come in contact with anything.

  “I have the perfect idea. How about a day of Netflix, on your tummy of course,” he said, giving her a wink, and I can order Indian food later. For now if you’re okay with it, I can make us coffee and eggs while you work on your essay, tummy down, on the couch.