All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

Tyler smacked her on the ass and told her, “Calm the fuck down.”

Getting the door open while dealing with a struggling woman was difficult, but he managed it. Locking the door before he set her down, he flipped her off his shoulder and grabbed her by both upper arms to hold her still.

“What the fuck was that all about?” he demanded, slightly out of breath.

“You’re going to hurt me, and I have to get out of here,” she answered, frantically looking for a way out.

“Tammy, settle down. No one, especially not me, is going to hurt you. You are going to get a good spanking, but it will be nothing like what you’ve been through. We talked about this. Safe, sane, and consensual.” He said, pulling her towards a chair where he sat and pulled her into his lap.

“Baby, you will be fine. I will not let anyone hurt you. It was too soon for you to watch that scene. I thought you were ready. I’ll make it right with Marc, and the others. Don’t worry about it.”

He felt her relax and turned her face to his. “Now tell me, what was going through that silly little head of yours?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back under the tank top.

“I just remembered how bad it hurt and got scared and had to leave,” she answered, starting to cry.

“Oh, honey, don’t cry, it’s okay. We should have talked more before I let you see that. I should have realized it was too soon. It’s my fault.”

“Do you think they would let me watch some more? I really want to see what it’s supposed to be like.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. If you have a bad reaction again, I will have to do a public punishment, and I know you are not ready for that. I am still going to have to punish you tonight. Are you really sure?”

“Ty, I promise I will be good. If I start to panic or feel overwhelmed I will tell you immediately and you can bring me back here. Please, I want to try and I want to apologize to everyone.”

“Okay, but the minute you start to feel upset you let me know. No. More. Panicking. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She answered contritely.

Tyler reluctantly took her back to the scene. Marc and Toby had restarted it and Marc was slowly placing stripes on Carrie’s back and ass with the whip.

Tammy fl

inched with the first couple strikes she saw, but when she saw how Carrie was reacting she relaxed. But she still couldn’t understand how this could be a reward.

When the scene was finished, Marc took Carrie off for aftercare while Toby came to talk to Tyler and Tammy.

“Hey man, what the fuck happened with your girl? It could have really messed us up.” He was still upset.

Tammy looked at Tyler and he nodded.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand,” she told Toby sincerely.

Toby nodded to acknowledge her apology, then looked at Tyler. “Did you punish her? She’s lucky I don’t demand you put her on the cross and let Marc give her a few lashes.”

Tyler knew that once Toby, Marc, and Carrie knew Tammy’s story, their attitude would change, but for now needed to do some damage control and fast.

“Thanks for letting me take care of it man, I owe you one and we will talk soon.”

Tammy had buried her face in Tyler’s shoulder and was quietly whispering so that only he could hear her, “Please don’t let them hurt me, please don’t let them hurt me,” over and over.

Toby could see that Tammy was working herself up to a state again, and looked at Tyler. “You gonna be okay with her, man?”

Tyler stood, taking Tammy in his arms. “Yeah, we have the school room and that’s where we’re going.”

Toby headed for his woman and Tyler carried Tammy off.

Tammy was holding him in a death grip and still muttering when he sat on the bed in the school room with her.

“Honey, you have to calm down. I. Will. Not. Let. Anyone. Hurt. You.” He told her, prying her away from him.