“Okay?” Alex asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
The next five were given in quick succession. Tears filled her eyes as her buttocks grew hot. After another five, she was certain her butt cheeks were hot enough to fry eggs on. Tears escaped, dripping down her face. Another five and she knew she would never go near a bus again without remembering this.
A sob crept out of her throat. She attempted to hold it back, but Alex must have heard because he paused.
“Okay, sweet?”
“Green, Sir.”
Sweat coated her skin as the paddle descended again. Quick then slow. It kept her on edge, unable to relax into the pain. Her ass grew hotter, burning. The spanks were coming slower now.
Tara didn’t immediately realize that it was over, not until Alex started untying her. “I’ll have you out of there in a moment, sweet,” he murmured.
She could hear people talking around her. A blanket was placed over her and then Alex helped her stand. As soon as she was off the bench, he pulled her up into his arms, holding her tight against his chest.
“Shh, baby, you’re all right. It’s all over.” It was only then that she realized she was crying.
“I’m okay,” she told him, swiping at her cheeks as he carried her over to a quiet area and sat on a couch. He leaned back against the arm of the couch and draped her over him, chest to chest.
“Just let it all out, baby,” he told her rubbing her back.
She buried her face against his chest as tears dripped down her face. When she had herself under control, she pulled back.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She did, actually. Lighter.
Alex nodded. “Sometimes pain can help you release tightly bottled emotions.”
“Are you saying that I hold things inside and need pain to help me let things out?”
“Something like that.”
She snorted. “So when do I get to spank your ass? You’re more tightly wound than I am.”
“Ahh, but I’m the Dom. On me it’s sexy and mysterious.”
She rolled her eyes, but snuggled in deeper against him.
“Two bottles of water, Sir,” a soft voice said. Tara didn’t bother to look up.
“Thank you, Missy. Just open one and hand it to me then put the other on the floor.”
Moments later he held a bottle of water to her lips.
“Drink, baby,” he ordered quietly.
She took a few thirsty mouthfuls before closing her eyes once more. They lay quietly together for another ten minutes, before Alex spoke.
“I’m going to turn you over and put some gel on your ass, sweet.”
She murmured a protest.
“Shh,” he told her. “It will help with any bruising.”
Wasn’t like she had much of a choice, anyway. He sat up then gently turned her over his lap and started to apply the gel to her burning ass. She hissed as he touched some particularly painful bits.