Deep in the Woods (12 page)

“Be still.” He delivered another barrage of smacks with the wooden tool.

“Ohhh. Pleeease!” She kicked her legs, tensing. He stopped abruptly and released her.

“Kneel. And wait.”

Sophie knelt on the floor as he stalked to the kitchen. She resisted the urge to reach behind her and massage her throbbing hindquarters. She needed ice to put out the fire. She heard the refrigerator open, heard a drawer slide on its rails, and then percussive sounds as if he was chopping. What was he doing, making an omelet?

He came back with a misshapen, partially shaved hand of ginger and waved it in Sophie’s face.

“You remember the talk we had about tensing and struggling? You promised to work at doing it less.”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry. It’s just…the wooden spoon…”

“I told you if you didn’t tone it down we would try a new training tactic, didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir. Figging.”

“Yes, figging. This ginger is going in your ass, and it’s going to burn like hell when you clench on it. I’m sure you understand the purpose of this method.”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered.
Holy fuck.

He patted his lap again and with a sigh, she bent over it. His fingers parted her cheeks, working the fresh, cold ginger into her anus with a clinical detachment meant to humiliate. She buried her head against his leg, flushing red. When the slender stalk was inserted, she thought it wasn’t as unbearable as she’d feared. Just a tiny sting.

Then,
thwack
. Sophie tensed and then yowled as the tiny sting turned to acute torture. “Ooowwwwwww!” she wailed in protest as the juices from the ginger burned her tight passage.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
Sophie gasped, trying not to tense, but it was inevitable. Each time a blow fell she endured the sting on her cheeks and then the burn in her ass. She heard Dave chuckle at her predicament. Sadist.

He stopped and rubbed the small of her back. “Okay, focus. Think. If you relax and take your spanking, if you open to it and accept it, there won’t be as much pain. If you keep fighting me, the pain will be twofold. Twice as bad. You choose.”

Sophie snorted. Some choice.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
She moaned and fidgeted through the rest of the spanking, so overwhelmed with sensation that by the end she was nearly out of her mind. Dave had to hold her tight to keep her still. She tried to grind her teeming clit against his thigh, to find some small measure of relief. But no. He just reprimanded her and gave her five more cracks in a row. The fire built and her ass ached, overwhelming sensation.

Just when she was sure she would have to start begging, he stopped and rubbed her ass with the evil wooden implement. It felt cool against the fire in her cheeks. She relaxed and prayed he was finished. The ginger still burned dully inside her sensitive walls. He eased the ginger plug out, then let her up. She knelt beside him with her head bowed.

“Thank you, Sir.” She knew she was supposed to be thanking him for correcting her, but she was thanking him, too, for making it stop.

“Go to the bedroom and get the stainless plug. The small one. And some lube.”

Jesus, help me.
She went into the bedroom, ordering Cerby to stay when he jumped up to greet her and soon let herself back out with the flanged silver toy. It was the smallest of the stainless ones, but it was still intrusive. Worse, it was the one he preferred when he was plugging her for long-term wear. She held it out to him. He placed only a small dot of lube at the top and then rubbed the rest of the plug with the remaining juices of the raw ginger.

“Turn and bend over.”

Even though there was nothing on earth she wanted to do less, she obeyed. He worked the plug into her, stretching her open and renewing the aching sting that had only just begun to dissipate. She blushed red at the humiliation of being plugged this way. Even worse, she had a strong feeling that the desperate ache and wetness between her legs was not going to be assuaged anytime soon. Her clit was throbbing, sizzling with lust. Her entire pelvic region felt hot and used, ready to be fucked.

But she knew she wasn’t going to be fucked. Not anytime soon. He had her stand, then kissed her forehead and squeezed her sore ass with a playful smirk.

“I hope you can manage to get through dinner without fidgeting too much,” he whispered against her ear. “It would be pretty awkward to explain the reason you were fidgeting to your parents. Wouldn’t it?”

“Yes Sir,” Sophie agreed with a sigh.

* * * * *

Maybe, just maybe, it was a little nasty of him to plug her. And rub ginger on the toy beforehand. Okay, so that was downright mean, but he couldn’t feel too guilty. If he had to sit through dinner with her parents, fielding barely disguised insinuations about the nature of their relationship and prickly questions about his intentions toward her, he would entertain himself at the same time.

And he was highly entertained. He looked over at Sophie and winked. She was half gooey, half embarrassed. The plug in her ass would be keeping her mind centered on only one thing. Which was probably somewhat distressing for her as her mother asked her to pass the potatoes and her father smiled over at her. Their precious little girl.
Your precious little girl was on her knees sucking on my balls less than four hours ago. Then I crammed ginger in her ass and paddled it scarlet. Now she’s wearing an anal plug. You don’t want to know what I’m planning to do to her later.
He wished he had his camera. He would love to record the expression on her face. It was nothing so overt that her parents would notice, but knowing her as intimately as he did…

“So how are your classes going, darling?” Her mother, Ashley, smiled at her fidgeting daughter. Dave knew her name was Ashley, but he couldn’t bring himself to call her anything other than Mrs. Wheeler. Same with her father, James. Mr. Wheeler all the way. Dave listened as Sophie launched into a description of her classes and finals coming up.

“And this time around, it’s been easier for you?” asked her father. “I guess we have this man to thank.”

He winked at Dave, which made Dave uncomfortable, but it was his words that annoyed him the most. Somehow insinuating that Sophie was only succeeding because someone else was helping her.

“No, actually, she’s done all the work and it hasn’t been easy. She’s a very smart woman, Mr. Wheeler. And I never passed high school pre-calc, to tell the truth. I suppose she just wasn’t quite ready the first time around. Hmm, Soph?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I just have better teachers this time. The classes are smaller since it’s a local college.”

“Well, when you’re ready to start applying to medical schools, you let me know. I have plenty of friends who’ll be happy to help. And Daddy still has money put away for you, pumpkin.”

Dave ground his teeth.
Asshole.
Friends, money, connections. How about letting her do what she was very well capable of on her own? And she was capable of a whole lot when removed from her father’s toxic handling. No wonder she hadn’t made it through college the first time. Her father probably offered to pay for her grades on top of everything else.

“Maybe you can apply for scholarships, Sophie. To cover some of the costs,” Dave suggested.

“Maybe. I still haven’t decided what program to apply for. I have to get these prerequisite courses out of the way. It will be a few years yet.”

“There are plenty of wonderful programs right here in the Atlanta area, honey,” Mrs. Wheeler said. “You won’t want to leave your dashing boyfriend just to go running off to school.” She batted her false eyelashes at Dave with a flirtatious smile and picked up her wineglass. “When I went to school, many moons ago, I went for one reason and one reason only. To get my MRS.”

“Oh, Mom, stop,” said Sophie, rolling her eyes. “I mean, wow, that was really progressive of you.”

“Well, it wasn’t about being progressive back then, honey. It was about finding a place in life that you could be happy. And I am happy with your father.”

Dave barely managed to suppress a snort. Mr. Wheeler was Ashley’s third husband, which Sophie pointed out dryly.

“Third time’s a charm!” her mother returned without missing a beat.

This was going far worse than the previous times they’d dined at Sophie’s parents’ finely appointed home. Dave stretched his legs under the table. Perhaps he could make some excuse to get them out of dessert. Although Mrs. Wheeler made a killer cheesecake.

“What about you, Dave?” Mr. Wheeler turned to him with a forced smile. “How is your career going?” He said career as if he thought Dave’s photography business was anything but. He had been honest with them, describing himself as a fine arts photographer specializing in erotic composition. Mrs. Wheeler had gone all aflutter over that.

“It’s going well, Mr. Wheeler, thanks for asking. This is always a busy season, just before the holidays. People want to have photos made for family and friends.” For Masters and Dommes. Dungeon-inspired Christmas cards.

“And have you taken any photos of our lovely Sophie yet?” asked Mr. Wheeler.

“Yes.” Dave smiled. “She did finally agree to let me photograph her. We took some beautiful photos in the woods just last weekend when we were hiking.”

His face crinkled in relief, as if the fact that Dave had taken them outside meant they were not of the “erotic” type. “I’d love to see them.”

“I’ll bring some prints for you next time we’re over,” Dave said with a nod. “She’s very photogenic. A great model.”

“Of course she is. And how are things with Dr. Perez, honey? Still going well?”

“Going great.” Sophie nodded. “I think I could probably stop going. It’s been a year since—”

“No,” Dave and Mr. Wheeler said at the same time. They glanced at each other, and Dave saw it there for just a moment flashing hard and sharp in Mr. Wheeler’s eyes. The deep, abiding distrust for Dave and what he might want with Sophie.

Dave cleared his throat and looked away. “You should keep going, Sophie. Just a while longer. I think it would be for the best.”

“Yes,” Mr. Wheeler agreed. “It can take a long time to get over really traumatic experiences.”

Dave watched Sophie hunch over miserably. All she wanted was to be out of there. He could see it in the set of her shoulders and her frown—the feeling that she was still being blamed for what was not really her fault.

“Just a few more months, maybe,” Dave offered. A truce.

She shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Who wants cheesecake?” her mother interjected, hopping up to clear the plates.

“I would love some, Mrs. Wheeler,” said Dave. “But I don’t know about Sophie.” He looked over at her and caught her eye with a subtle grin. “She looks absolutely stuffed.”

* * * * *

He let her vent all the way home. Before long her irate ranting and strings of unintelligible arrrghhs and ughhs burned themselves out and they began to laugh together over the most awkward moments of the night. It was wonderful to hear her laughter after all the tension. She still squirmed beside him, no doubt enduring sore butt cheeks above and beyond the plug in her ass. He reached over and squeezed her knee.

“It’s been a long day. I’m going to take you home and fuck you silly and put you to bed. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you come first.” He could practically feel her tumble into submissive headspace. “Would you like to come tonight, Sophie?”

“Oh god. Yes Sir, I need to.”

“Do you think you deserve to?”

“I…Sir…that is for you to decide. Whether I come or not is up to you.”

“What if I said you could come only if you also had to wear that plug all night afterward?”

He laughed out loud at the strangled noise she made in her throat. “Well, don’t worry. It’s coming out as soon as we get home. Of course, that’s only because my cock is going to replace it for a while. It may or may not go back in later,” he added with an ominous quirk of his brow.

At home, he sent Sophie to remove the plug and bend over the bed while he let out Cerby. He took his time, throwing a ball for the energetic dog, thinking the whole time of his lovely sub waiting to be fucked. Finally he let Cerby in and had him heel in the living room. Dave ignored his complaining whine as he shut the door.

He took a moment to admire Sophie’s bottom before going into the bathroom to wash his hands. He returned with a condom and a brand-new toy and went to her, slapping her ass cheeks as he pressed against the back of her thighs. “Stand up,” he said in the silence.

When she did, his arms came around her waist to pull her closer, back against his chest. He nuzzled her, breathing in the fresh vanilla scent of her hair, then he held up the new toy in his right hand. “I brought you something.” He held it still and let her look at it. It was a new gag, and in place of the red ball they usually had, this one had a short, thick mouthpiece styled to look like a cock. She was silent, and he couldn’t see her expression, but she pressed closer against him. “I know, baby. It looks scary but it will be okay. Do you know why I want you to wear this?”

“No Sir.”

“It’s because I like you best when your holes are all filled up. Airtight. I like you a lot that way. Did you know that?” She turned her face sideways, pressing it against his chest. His cock poked her sore cheeks as he caressed the line of her jaw. “Beautiful girl. I wish I could fill every hole. Someday I will. Would you like that? All three holes full of your Sir and perhaps one of his friends?”