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He just kept spanking her.
For everything she’d chosen to endure as a submissive, from canings to croppings and everything in between, this focused, over the knee spanking was the most severe. He spanked her long past the time that other spankings would have stopped.
Mal sobbed because her butt was on fire.
She cried for all the months they’d lost.
Mal cuddled closer to him, wiggling on his thighs, because even as she was desperate for him to stop, she was so fucking happy.
And just when she thought it was over, Benson spread her cheeks, and slipped a small plug into her bottom. She’d barely been able to hear over her sobs, but when her anus started to burn she finally made sense of what he’d told her.
Ginger lube. He’d used ginger lube on the plug to mimic figging.
The final few spanks rocked the plug inside her, and it felt as if the back of her body from waist to knee was one fiery, throbbing mess.
When he finally let her up, all Mal did was turn and collapse against his chest, still crying. Benson turned her, forcing her to sit her abused butt on his hard thighs, then spread her legs. Benson raised his knees, keeping hers open, then dipped his fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit. The instant pleasure mingled with the pain to create a wave of sensation that made her ears ring.
After a few strokes from his fingers, her clit began to warm and tingle. Mal froze in the act of grinding her pussy against his hand.
“Feel that? I thought your clit could use a little ginger lube too.”
Mal’s clit throbbed, her anus tingled and pulsed around the plug, and her ass burned.
The next time Benson touched her it was too much. She came, screaming in pleasure, pain, relief, and joy.
Her orgasm must have touched off his own need to come because Benson flipped her face down on the mats, shoved her knees apart, and thrust into her pussy from behind.
His hips ground into her abused ass and that set off a fresh wave of sensation, as did having her nipples trapped under her, and the warm pulsing of her ginger-coated clit.
Mal came a second time, her teeth gritted and every muscle in her body tight.
Benson pumped into her, hard and brutal, using her the way she so desperately needed to be used. He came with a shout, his hips against her ass.
Mal lay under him, both shocked by the intensity of what she’d just experienced and still acutely experiencing the pain from the spanking. She didn’t move as Benson got up to do something, but did turn into his arms when he lay down beside her and draped a blanket over her.
He kissed her forehead and her eyes. Wiped the tears from her cheeks with a corner of the blanket.
“All done. Your punishment is done.”
Mal closed her eyes. “Thank you.”
“The past stays there.” Benson’s voice was hard, the closing of a door. “Everything that happened before is forgiven. Now we look forward to the future.”
She knew she should be worried, or at least be working through possibilities, assembling questions and identifying areas of concern.
Mal kissed his chin, tucked the blanket around them, and stayed in the moment.
The man she loved loved her in return.
EPILOGUE
“There’s one more letter P item.”
Mal was leaning against the wall, cup of coffee in one hand, sandwich in the other. It hurt too much to sit down, so she was eating lunch standing up.
Benson was in his street clothes—a three-piece suit, though the jacket was draped over a chair. He had his bag on the same chair. She would pick up her things on the way out, since the Subs’ Garden was by the door.
“It’s on my hard limit list,” she said.
