“I didn’t factor you two into this plan,” I say, telling them the truth. “I didn’t think I would be found, and I thought if I was found, I’d be able to leave wherever I was. I’m sorry. This is way more fucked up than it should be. And yes, I have misled you. And I’m kind of still misleading you.”
“So stop,” Jason growls.
“Can’t,” I say. “I mean. Well, I can. But I won’t. Should, maybe, but…”
“Enough, Aslin. If you won’t tell us, we’ll find out ourselves. But you know what? Making this harder on us is going to make it harder on you.”
I draw in a deep breath.
“You don’t want to tell us the whole truth?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Then you’ll pay the price.”
I should have known this would end over his knee. This is how it started, me being held over Soren’s thighs, feeling a whole lot of intense emotions, wishing I was innocent, but knowing that I’m not.
They have to do something. They’re mad. They’re powerless. They have no idea who I am really. This is a temporary painful bandage for a problem neither one of us is able or prepared to resolve.
His big hand smooths over my ass. I feel a shiver of anticipation and fear. This isn’t supposed to be hot. It’s supposed to be serious.
“This is for lying to us. We won’t abandon you, and I hope to god you work out that you can trust us soon, because this is dangerous and…”
“Just fucking spank her,” Jason growls.
I’m glad I’m not over Jason’s lap. He’s really fucking angry; though, like Soren, he seems to still be on board with helping me. I don’t know why they care. They have to have a hundred better things to do.
“You don’t have to keep… you don’t have to stand by me. I’m a mess. And I can’t tell anyone anything. Ever. I’m always going to have secrets. It’s just how I am.”
Soren’s palm lands on my ass. It’s not as hard as I thought it was going to be. I thought he was going to be harsh as hell. The first time he put me over his knee, I freaked. I couldn’t stand the intensity of his attention. This time isn’t going to be any different.
“You can trust me,” he says. “I know you don’t believe that now, but I’m hoping if you hear it enough and see it enough, you’ll start to believe it.”
“Stop,” I whimper. There are already tears in my eyes.
“I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to give up on you.” He punctuates those promises with hard slaps that leave an intense sting. I feel like he’s drumming them into me as even more slaps fall on my suddenly bared ass. He’s pulled my pants down and is whipping his palm against my cheeks hard and fast. I’ve been punished before, but not like this. They’ve given me whippings and spankings, but they’ve always been with a side of sex.
This isn’t about sex at all. Soren is trying to make a point, trying to teach me something. I can feel how much he cares, and that scares the living fucking hell out of me. I don’t know what to do with people who care about me. His arm snugs around my waist, and he hikes his knee up a little to present me at a better angle, and he just keeps spanking me, his palm meeting my ass time and time again, the heat and the sting and the ache growing with every single spank. I feel tears beading in the corners of my eyes, then sliding down my nose and dripping on the floor. I want to trust him, but I can’t. I want to tell him the truth, but I won’t. I’ll take his discipline instead and let the pain absolve me of some of the ache in my chest.
Soren
She’s not going to break. I knew that before I started. Getting through to Aslin is going to take time and commitment. I know Jason hates that, but he understands it too. Whatever she’s hiding, it’s deep and it’s dark, and it’s not going to pop out just because we ask nicely. It’s going to be a hard-won battle. In the meantime, I’ll turn her ass the right shade of pink as often as it takes to remind her that we are in charge, and we will always look after her.
I can see smears of my cum on her inner thighs as she kicks and squirms, reminding me I was inside her not that long ago. I made love to her thinking she was a naughty girl with a little secret. Turns out she’s a naughty girl with a huge secret.
The squirming isn’t because she’s being a brat. She can’t help it. A good, long spanking like this one invariably leaves a girl unable to hold herself still. I’d be lying if I said it’s not satisfying to finally give her the thrashing she deserves.