Featherless Pain | 18+

~Chapter 19~

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My chest was pounding as I were laying across his lap. His rough hand was caressing my lower back and his touch almost felt burning against my aching skin. I didn't know what to expect as the rush of adrenaline were pumping through my blood filled veins, when suddenly he moved his hand to rest over my ass, my eyes shot up in realization.

"I'm going to explain how this will work now, Liv, do you understand?" His raspy voice was filled with something dark behind his tone, I closed my eyes and took in every word his lips could form as I waited for my punishment.

"I understand.." My voice was shaky and low, and lets not forget nervous. What if I won't like this? Well.. It's called punishment for a reason I guess. My mind kept contemplating between different scenarios and how I would feel about all of this. About Jack.

"I'm going to spank you ten times. You will count after each hit. Got it?" His tone changed ever so slightly, and the warm voice that spoke so softly towards me was nowhere to be found. I gulped and filled my lungs with a deep breath, almost holding it in before exhaling the stress.

I could hear how he inhaled sharply and without waiting for a reply, his hand collided with my bare skin with a loud thud. The quick move made me jump and the stinging sensation was burning on top of my fragile bare skin. I couldn't keep myself from wincing at the sudden pain, as my eyes closed shut tightly.

"One" I bit my tongue and prepared myself for the next one, my muscles tensed up and I just wanted to get this over with. I should have just listened instead. I cursed to myself internally, afraid to open my eyes and break the silence.

Once again his hand smacked my ass, on the same spot as before but with much more force. The already stinging sensation just got worse and I could feel how tears started to form inside me. I didn't dare to speak but I felt devastated knowing there would be 8 more of these.

"Two.." My voice was shaky and I could barely hold back my tears. I was not used to Jack being so rough before. I could hear how fast his pulse were going by the rapid breaths gently blowing against my skin. My body squirmed around in his lap, trying to let him know that it hurts. But he didn't notice. Or he did just not care.

I knew I had my safe word. But I refused to being this fragile. I wouldn't give up this easily, I would at least suffer through it. I'm not sure if he used more force after each hit, or it just felt worse after each hit. But knowing that he likes this, that he wants to punish me is letting me see him in a different lightning. He's damaged goods, and frankly, so am I.

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My skin was on fire, and I could feel how bruised my butt is, sore and red. At every thud and smack he left, I whimpered quietly. My cheeks were soaking wet by my salty tears and no words had been exchanged between us. The silence was only broken by the sound of his palm and my quiet counting. Only two more to go..

Soon I could feel his hand being almost in carved into my skin, red hand prints being fully visible to the man that enjoys leaving his mark after him. Marking his territory in a wicked and twisted way. I didn't mind the spanking, but this.. This was something else. The way his whole persona changed made my stomach stir with unease.

His breathing was heavy and he used more power and force into each slap, he enjoyed the sound of his hand colliding with my sore skin. The quiet sniffs and whimpers of my tired voice did not make him stop. It only made him worse.