How Cassie Got Her Grind Back(Divine Creek Ranch 23)(123)
Wham!
Her gasp filled the room and her fingers clawed against the rug. He felt a tremble run through her and heard her soft panting, but she relaxed against him again as he rubbed and squeezed her derriere.
“You’re not eating enough to keep a flea alive.” His palm landed on the other cheek.
Wham!
She clenched her fists but stayed loose. Strong girl. She was submitting for his sake, not for her own.
“You wake screaming with nightmares and won’t talk about them.”
Wham! Wham! Two hard pops on the backs of her thighs that made the muscles there tighten up for a moment. She kept her lips closed on the high-pitched sound she made.
“You’re stuck because you’re working so hard to keep your emotions in check. I’m going to help you with that.”
He braced her side with his left hand so she wouldn’t fall if she tried to wiggle free, and with his right hand he proceeded to spank her, not at full tilt yet because she needed time to get there with him, but definitely harder pops than he had been giving her. Those had been to warm her up and get her used to him.
In an even tone, he said, “This isn’t a sexy spanking, a role play spanking, or a hardcore spanking…” He delivered each swat in a slow, even rhythm.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
“Although it probably feels hardcore right now. And it’s certainly not a punishment spanking because you haven’t done anything wrong. This is a therapy spanking.”
Therapy for her but torture for him. He didn’t intend for there to be a sexual component to this particular spanking, despite the fact that his hard-on was definitely in the “raging” category. Sex would just confuse the issues. She needed a release from the pain her father had caused her, and they could comfort her and make love to her later after she’d recovered, if she wanted to.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
“Owwwww.” Her moan was soft and the muscle tension increased a little as her ass undoubtedly started to sting.
“On the contrary. You’ve done everything right to the best of your ability ever since you were a little girl.” He delivered more hard swats to the backs of her thighs.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
“And even then it wasn’t enough to please your dad, was it?”
Sniffling was followed by a shaky, “No.”
“And with him sick, you may never get anything remotely resembling an affirmation from him.”
Wham! Wham! Wham!
A scream strained against her clenched lips and she grew tenser and her sniffling increased.
He glanced at Ivan and saw the consternation in his deeply furrowed brow but he didn’t do anything more than stroke her arms, which probably helped to ground her.
“Something precious has been taken from you, Cassandra, and I don’t just mean Divine Drip.”
He swung a little harder, hitting full tilt. Wham!
“You couldn’t trust in your dad, the man who is supposed to be there for you.”
Wham! Wham!
“Ow! Fuck!” She struggled to rise up and he wouldn’t allow it. Her ass and thighs and her back grew tighter.
“Your father didn’t show you love. A father is supposed to model unselfish love to his kids, not yell all the time,” he said in an even voice.
“It hurts! Ow!”
Wham! Wham! Wham!
“And he bartered you to a man who was loyal to him so he could keep you under his thumb even after you married.”
Wham!
“Son of a bitch! Fucking son of a bitch!” she hollered as she bucked and got nowhere.
Wham!
“You keep it together because you’re so used to having no choice. Cassandra, you have a choice.”
Wham!
She let out a long, haunting keening sound as the tension crested and her body started to judder in his hold. There we are.
“Let it go, Cassandra. We’ve got you.”
* * * *
The ache in her hot butt was worse than any spanking she’d gotten while she was growing up, but she didn’t feel wronged. On the contrary, she felt freed as the emotions overflowed and left her howling. She didn’t even care if she landed on the floor in a heap as she let it all out.
“He didn’t love me. He didn’t hug or show me affection. He didn’t care about me except for what work I could do for him. If I wanted to live in his house, I had to work from the time I was itty-bitty. He wanted a slave, not a daughter. He didn’t care that I was in the coffee shop. It upset him that Joseph was in there, but he didn’t say a word about me being in there. I—I don’t think it would have bothered him if I’d died because-because I’m such a disappointment to him. He told me that today. He took Divine Drip from me. He hurt people all his life and everyone made excuses for him—even me!”