Bound by Her Promise

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“My legs. I can’t move them.” They’d turned to lead—heavy frozen limbs, which failed to respond. The beats of her heart drowned out any rational thought. She wanted to move, to do as he said, but part of her fought—the independent Lysa remained buried in her psyche and she wanted to be freed.

“If I have to come over there, I’ll toss you on the bed and tie you down. Do you understand?”

The threat only seemed to harden her resolve not to move. She buried her face in her hand and sniffed.

“Oh, Lysa,” sighed Blake. “Please do as I ask, I don’t want to force you.”

She lifted her head and looked across to where he stood. His face appeared to soften and the furrows in his forehead grew shallow. “Why the shackles?”

“Because they make you compliant. If you wear them, then I will know your attitude is improving. They won’t hurt you. Plus you’re a wriggler.” He held up the cuffs.

They didn’t look harsh. Lysa’s feet moved. She climbed onto the bed, took a deep breath and spread-eagled her body.

Blake cuffed each wrist and ankle, attaching the chains to links on the corners of the bed. Once in place, he lifted her bottom up and lay two pillows underneath. She remembered the punishment block and the spanking bench. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to erase the image.

The sound of him snapping on gloves cause her to twist her head around. What was he doing with that bottle in his hand? The bleaching agent. She applied it once a week, as he requested.

“I’m going to give you twelve with the strap, but to ensure you obtain the right frame of mind, I’m going to apply a liberal amount of this to your anus.” He squirted a dollop of the liquid onto his fingers.

The amount alarmed her and a rush of adrenaline quickened her heartbeats. “Please, Blake, it will burn.”

“Now would be a good time to show customary resilience, Lysa. What brought you here in the first place, will help you endure this.” He knelt next to her.

She tried to clench her buttocks, so he couldn’t apply the cream, but her splayed legs kept her cheeks well separated and he needed only prise them farther apart for access. The liquid felt cool, for a second and as he rubbed it into her tight hole, the burning began.

“Argh,” she shrieked.

He didn’t stop with one coating, but added another generous helping. The burning became intense, in the way hot chillies burned one’s mouth. “You’re going to hurt me,” she wailed.

“I checked with the doc, this won’t do you any harm. The only reason it’s applied in small amounts is because it irritates.”

“Irritates!” She swayed her bottom from side to side, trying to cool it down. “It burns.” With watery eyes, she watched him peel off his gloves. “Please, that’s enough, take it off.”

He shook his head and folded his arms across his chest.

“Bastard,” she snarled.

“There will be no leniency if you use that kind of tone, young lady.” He picked up the strap and smacked it a couple of times on his palm. Lysa flinched, wondering how hard he would use it.

She buried her face into the bedcovers, hiding from him. The burning had stabilised, but not diminished. She concentrated on

breathing, letting the air fill her lungs. As she relaxed, accepting the horrible prickling in her posterior, she focussed her attention on Blake. She imagined him naked, the last time he fucked her, how he kissed and caressed her flesh as he dipped in and out of her, his face serene. He’d spoken of his love, how much he desired her and wanted to keep her close and safe. She sighed into the bed. Her limbs relaxed, the tautness of her bindings lessened as she stopped fidgeting. She unclenched her cheeks and let the cool air drift down her cleft.

“Good girl,” he murmured. He probed her slit with a finger. “You’re wet. Why?”

“I’m thinking of you,” she whispered. “It helps with the pain.”

“That pleases me. Keep thinking of me and this strapping will go easier on you.”

“I will be good from now on.” She turned her head and implored with her eyes.

He stood over her, strap in his hand and face resolute. “I know, but it doesn’t get you out of this spanking.”

The strap landed with a crack and an instant blaze of heat stung her bottom. She yelped.