Taming Megan(20)

“I know,” she said, reaching up to touch his face. “But I blame myself, at least a little. I want this gone; I want to just be back to us again before any of this happened. No, I want it to be even better, even more. Punish me Jake. I want you to.”

Jake looked at her but he didn’t quite meet her eyes. He brushed the hair back from her forehead. After a moment, he squeezed her shoulders tight. “You don’t have to do this,” he said.

“I know.”

“Go upstairs and get ready then,” he said. “Everything off and bent over the foot of the bed.”

Megan noted how his tone had changed. She almost smiled a little, but nodded instead and slipped out from beneath his arms and headed up to the bedroom. Once there, she made the bed which she’d not yet done, knowing that once this was over, it would be really over. She stripped off her robe and nightie, pushed her panties down and off and sat on the edge of the bed. She braided her hair down over one shoulder, very aware of every movement of her fingers, of every twisting of every lock of hair. She then took both pillows and stacked them on the foot of the bed and draped herself over them. She lay her torso down on the bed, her arms tucked underneath her, her hips raised high, her legs straight, standing on the balls of her feet. She waited like this for him, her every emotion level. This was different from other times in the study. She wasn’t nervous or anxious or dreading. And she certainly wasn’t aroused. She just simply waited for Jake to come.







Jake gave her some time to prepare, then went into the study, picked up the cane and climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He opened the door to find her just as he’d asked, naked and bent over the bed. He swallowed, taking in the lines of her body, the curve of her uplifted bottom, round and soft and waiting. His grip on the cane hardened when he met her eyes. Her face was soft, her expression neutral, neither afraid nor anxious.

He came to sit on the edge of the bed and touched her face. “Ten with the cane. No counting. They’ll be hard and fast and we’ll just get this done and over with. All of it, all right?”

This time when she glanced at the cane, there was a momentary flash of anticipation, but then she looked up at him and nodded. “Over and done,” she said. She attempted a smile but it faltered as Jake stood and she looked fully at the cane he held.

They hadn’t used it yet. He had planned on using it only for the most severe punishments. In this instance, even though she had been the one to ask for it, and perhaps because of that, this punishment warranted the cane. She needed it and in a way, even though he had forgiven her, so did he.

She tucked her arms more tightly beneath her and turned her face so she looked straight ahead at the headboard. He moved to stand behind her and to the side, taking in the sight of her, her legs together, hips lifted. She offered herself to him for punishment and in some way, Jake felt a connection to her in that moment he’d not felt before. He loved her, always had, always would. But today, that love somehow went deeper, the bond between them fused more solidly than before.

He set the cane against her bottom and tapped. She stiffened but then relaxed her bottom. He raised the thing and brought it down fast, the sound it made as it traveled through the air filling the room, the space around them. It was the only sound aside from her gasp when the cane struck and he held it there, watching the slight change in color already beginning to form beneath the thing.

He placed it just a hair above the first stroke and tapped again, lifted it and brought it down for the second stroke. She exhaled and a small sound escaped her as she buried her face in the comforter. He didn’t wait, instead, he took his mark and brought it down again where for one moment, the only sound in the room was that of the cane moving through air.

She turned her head a little, bending her knees for a moment, reaching one foot upward to rub against the thigh of the opposite leg. He tapped it with the cane softly and she set it back down. Jake measured the next stroke and brought it down, paused for a moment when she reached back to cover herself, momentarily unable to hold her position.

She glanced at him, her eyes wet, and touched both hands to her bottom.

“Six more, Meg,” he said, waiting. “Do you want to safe word?”

She shook her head and removed her hands, repositioning herself. He tapped the cane against her sit spots and struck once, held there for a moment as she sucked in a breath and shifted her weight from foot to foot, again bending her knees as she absorbed the pain, then straightened, ready for the next.







Somehow Megan managed to remain in position throughout her punishment. The pain of the cane was worse than anything she’d felt. It stung upon contact, then it seemed to spread beyond the point of impact, and burned deep. The one thing she took some comfort in was her sentence of ten. There was an end and as painful as the process of getting there would be, it was within reach and then it would be truly over.

When she’d offered herself for punishment, she had known she herself needed it. But even more so, even though she knew Jake did not hate her, did not hold anything against her, in a way, he needed it too. They would both remember this day for a long time. She only hoped the events leading up to it would be forgotten as she knew they had been forgiven.

“Ten,” he called out once he’d landed the final stroke.

Megan moved her hands to wipe her face. The tears were caused purely from the pain of the thing and she was glad to have done it, to have asked for and taken her punishment. It was what she owed to them both.

The cane landed on the bed over her head and she turned her face to Jake. He touched her bottom, feeling the welts and she had to flinch with even the lightest of touches. He then turned to meet her eyes and smiled a small smile.

“You ok?” he asked.

She nodded, remaining as she was when he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. He touched her back softly, following her spine from the top of her neck down, softly caressing. When the next time his fingers reached the top of the cleft between her bottom cheeks, he looked at her, holding his hand there, then allowing it to dip lower.

Megan widened her stance, a heat building between her legs. She loved how he looked when he was aroused. His eyes darkened a little, became more shiny, and his whole expression changed.

“Jake,” she whispered when his fingers dipped between her folds.

He stood and stripped off his clothes, then came to lay beside her, turning her to lay on her side. He touched her face, the soft scent of her arousal between them. He then brought his mouth to hers. The kiss was by no means chaste but neither was it erotic. It was entirely different; it was all consuming, not a taking, but simply a consuming. She opened to him, her hand coming to the side of his face as his traveled down over her arm, her waist, the swell of soft hip. His cock pressed against her belly and she reached for it, light fingers just making contact with his chest, his stomach, as they kissed, both with eyes wide open.

When he touched her sex, it was soft and slow and deliberate to start, but as his cock swelled in her hands, his own touch became more urgent and he moved, turning her back onto her stomach so she lay flat against the bed. She lifted her hips and widened her legs when he knelt between them. His hands touching her bottom made her flinch for a moment as he spread her open and pushed into her pussy from behind, bringing his body to lay over hers, his weight on his elbows, his mouth at her neck, her ear, the side of her face. Their breath was soft while he moved inside her and he snaked one hand down her front to cover her clit when his movements came faster, his thrusts deeper, harder. Their breathing shortened as she lifted her hips higher to meet him. She watched when he closed his eyes, nearing the end, feeling the change in rhythm, the slight swelling of his cock inside her before he stilled completely, his hand on her clit pinching hard so even as he came in silence, she called out, pressing her pussy into his hand.

He didn’t pull out of her but instead wrapped an arm around her and drew her to his chest when he came to lie on his side. He held her tight to him, neither speaking, and she wrapped her arm around his, intertwining her fingers with his.





Epilogue





It was true what they said: after holding your baby, the pain of the delivery is somehow forgotten. Megan would have said that was entirely untrue when her own delivery, although two weeks late, had happened within a few hours. She had somehow survived the worst of it and by the time she had arrived at the hospital, she had been too late for the epidural.

She smiled at the memory of that moment now. Jake had been so sweet and she had turned on him with a vengeance in that last hour. He had only held her hand and tried to soothe her when she had hurled profanities at him she didn’t realize she even knew.

“You’re going to be late,” Anna said, drying a full bottle she had warmed up with a towel as she walked into the living room.

Alex made a cooing sound when she saw Anna. At six months old, she recognized not only Megan and Jake but absolutely adored Anna who was like a doting grandmother.

Megan looked at Jake. “She’s right. Hand her over, Jake,” she said, smiling.

Jake was absolutely in love with Alex and she with her dad. He was working long hours as the project was now in its most busy period. Things were going well and they were even slightly ahead of schedule. Everyone was happy with the progress and Jake’s firm was already reaping the benefits of such a large project with so much new work coming in that he had had to hire additional staff.