Page 32 of Naughty

Tears prick my eyes, but I blink them away. Squirming, I wag my butt back and forth, attempting to alleviate the pain. It doesn't work. Hunching down, Kris grasps my chin.

"Understand now?"

I nod as best I can, swallowing the whimper. My neck and shoulders ache from having to stay up in their arched position. I lower my head, but the pressure on my bottom hole is too intense. I jerk back up into position and grit my teeth as I hold it.

Kris's fingers are cool against my heated flesh. I arch my back as best I can, hinting at what other things I'd rather have him stroking. His chuckle is the only warning I have before the cane lands across my bottom. Howling in pain, I clench up. My ass jerks about as I flee the sting of that tormenting rod.

No matter how much I move, he unerringly lays down stripe after stripe. It's to the point where I can't tell where one line begins and the other ends. Tears stream down my face as sobs wrack my body. So much emotion fills me and pours out of my body. The cane clatters to the floor as Kris undoes my hair and lays me flat on the bench. Clenching my hands, I bury my face and cry my heart out.

He skims his palms down the molten flesh before gripping my cheeks in his hands. I jerk back up, my sobs turning into bawling. Kris smacks my cheek one after the other. I don't know what he's looking for from me. I'm as sorry as I ever will be. Gripping the vinyl, I lament my life. I expel the grief I've been carrying for decades.

As my sobs quiet down to whimpers, his hands lessen in their intensity until he's lightly rubbing my poor, abused skin. I lie there for a while, my hot face pressed against the cool bench, and breathe. I feel lighter than air. My body feels bruised and broken, but I finally feel redeemed.

Kris unlatches my wrists and ankles before sliding me off and into his arms. Careful not to jostle me, he takes me into the adjoining bedroom and lays me face down on the bed. Sighing, I grab one of his pillows and pull it towards me, inhaling his scent. Moments later, he returns with a jar and begins rubbing the soothing ointment onto my skin. I arch into his fingers, moaning as he kneads the tender flesh. His lips curve into a smile at the base of my spine as he continues to massage every area he's beaten.

"I can see just how aroused you are, my mate, but I'm not going to satisfy you right now. I want you to sleep for a bit and let your body recover while I check on some of my Christmas duties."

As my eyes start to drift closed, a soft thump next to me startles them back open.

"I want you to drink all of this before I come back. Understood?"

I smile at him, putting all the emotion I can behind it.

"Yes, Master Kris."

"Good girl."

He pulls the blanket over me before brushing his lips across my temple. The warmth spreading from his heart to mine overwhelms me. My throat tightens, and I swallow back more tears. I didn't think it was possible, but I somehow got my Christmas wish.