Painful Consequences (8 page)

Brittany stifled a cry as she reluctantly bent her body over the wooden bar of the sawhorse frame, straining to balance herself as she tiptoed on the floor. Her eyes widened as she noticed eye hooks on either leg, and she gasped as Reed clapped handcuffs to her wrists and attached them to the hooks.

“Oh my God, what the hell are you doing?” she demanded, panicking. Reed walked around her, running his hand across the small of her back and her bottom.

“I’m hoping that this will be the worst spanking that I will ever be forced to give you, Britt. You have a choice, though. The razor strop or the birch. Which one?”

Britt peered up at him from her restraints, an expression of both humiliation and fright painted over her face. Reed held a heavy, wide leather strap in one hand and a small handful of thin brown twigs in the other. Having never been exposed to either, Brittany chose the least threatening.

“Fine! The sticks,” she snapped. “And after today, I never want to speak to you again, you bastard.”

“You’ll speak to me, honey. Much more than you have been doing. This is going to clear the air and get you focused on the right direction for your life. As your sponsor and your friend, I need to let you know that there are ramifications for bad choices. Can you suggest one?”

“You are an asshole.”

“No, that has nothing to do with your poor decisions. This, Miss Wallace, is how things are going to go tonight,” Reed leaned over to look at her. “I ask you a question. You answer it. Answer correctly, and you get one stroke. Answer incorrectly or try to shift blame, and you get two. Show me an uncooperative or bad attitude, and then you get three. Got it?”

“You are unbelievable. What a fucker.”

“That’s three. I will let you leave your jeans on for these first ones to give you an idea of what to expect if you continue to show a bad and unrepentant attitude,” Reed sighed, standing up and aiming for her generous mounds. Brittany’s eyes immediately teared as she felt the cut of the first stroke across her bottom. The sting was dreadful! The second swipe came, and she yelled out as she tried to escape. Unable to move from her uncomfortable position, she howled as the third stroke landed neatly against the backs of her thighs.

“That hurts!” she yipped, “Please, no more!”

“I'm sorry, baby girl, but we are just beginning. You have become too important in my life for me to let you destroy yourself or hurt someone else. Now, what are the ramifications of smoking dope?”

“I could go to jail,” Brittany growled, struggling to escape.

“Yes, you could go to jail. That’s one,” Reed responded, pulling back his arm and swishing the birch bundle across her bottom. Brittany whimpered, squirming desperately as she tried to avoid the stinging burn. “Give me another scenario.”

Brittany burst into tears by the time she named two more. Reed ignored the sobs, pressing her to continue to list the consequences of her drug use, getting caught, how it affected her future, and how it hurt her health and her relationships. She jiggled her bottom wildly as though she had been sitting in a bramble of nettles, trying to shake off the pain from the deeply biting lashes. Her wriggling made Reed lick his lips with desire, and his cock began to grow as he thought of ways to make use of that beautiful, well-switched behind.

“I know this hurts, baby. Like I told you, I hope we will never have to come to this again. Can you think of anything else, Britt?” he asked softly, squatting on the ground to look into her tear-stained face.

“Just how good it would be to see you in a body bag,” she spat in one last-ditch effort to feign indifference. His face dropped in sadness.

“Now, now… you were doing so well with minding your manners. I’m sorry, but you’ve earned this,” Reed sighed, standing. He reached around her waist to unzip her jeans and peel them away from the polka-dotted backend. Her panties followed as he gently ran his hand over the multitude of tiny dots and welts left by the birch bundle.

“Get your hands off me, you pervert!” she screamed at him, kicking unsuccessfully in her restraints.

“Why do you insist on being such an unrepentant little shrew, Britt? That’s six you just earned for being rude. Count them.”

Brittany could not utter a legible word as she shrieked wildly while trying to escape the well-aimed blows of Reed’s birch. Her bottom, now completely vulnerable, quickly turned a deep scarlet, and the angry lashes glowed brightly against the occasional patches of white. Reed put the birch down, knowing she was not going to be able to sit comfortably for a day or two. Hopefully, she was learning something.

“Is the high worth this? Is it worth not getting a job or hurting your brother? Is it worth losing your family and everything you’ve ever known? Is it worth the pain you are causing me by making me do this to you?”

“No,” Brittany sobbed pathetically into the side of her arm. “I'm so sorry, Reed. Please forgive me. Please!”

“I’m going to release you. I want you to stand up and walk over to me, then lay down over my lap. We will then finish this. Do you understand?” he asked, releasing her from the handcuffs.

“Yes, Reed,” Brittany cried, struggling to stand on shaking legs. Reed suppressed a smile as she blushed furiously while reaching to cover her pussy with her hands. Her bush was neatly trimmed to the shape of a heart, and she was completely devoid of any tan lines. She looked pitiful as she hobbled over to where he sat on a tall chair and draped her body across the span of his thighs. Reed smiled softly, adjusting her body over his knees so that her bottom was high in his view, showing him the moist, pale fold of her darkly furred womanhood.

“Have you ever shaved all this off? I bet it would be beautiful to look at.”

He watched as Brittany turned every color of red that existed, her wetness showing him that she desired the feel of his fingers on the very folds he was blatantly staring at.

“You are one sick bastard, know that?” she responded hoarsely.

Reed was silent, contemplating his next move. “You just don't learn, do you? Stand up, Brittany. Put your hands on top of your head and widen your stance. We are going to play Drug Bust.”

“What? I’m no criminal!”

“Actually, you are. Do as you are told, or the penalty will be much more severe than the rest of the spanking you will get when I am done.”

Damn, this women knew how to glare!
Reed mused, watching her push herself to her feet and ‘assume the position’ of an arrestee. Bare from the waist down, her skin flushed as he walked around her body and paused to touch her crimson, aching cheeks before squatting in front of her to fully view her moist mound. He reached forward to wrap a tiny curl around his index finger and tugged slightly. He noticed her wincing at his forwardness, and he was completely observant of the juices as they began to wet the inside of her thighs.

“I don’t like masks, and I don’t like anything being hidden from me. This,” he gently tugged as her curls, “is hiding something. It needs to come off.”

“I don’t want to shave it. I like it this way.”

“You are under my custody now, Miss Wallace. You are just a naughty little criminal who needs to learn the consequences of her actions,” Reed’s voice was deep and husky, sated in lust. “It is my job to teach you how to be a model citizen, and we will start here. At this lovely little bush. Keep your hands on your head and walk outside to the pool. There are bar stools next to the BBQ. I want you to sit on one and spread your legs wide. Make certain that this,” he cupped her wet pussy in his hand, “is hanging over the edge. I will be right back, and I expect you to be waiting obediently for me.”

* * *

Brittany gulped, trying to hide her unexpected excitement. Despite the agonizing
burning on
her buttocks, she felt a warm tingle
nestling
in the center of her thighs as she exited the woodshed to obey. Her heart pounded, being exposed in the open as she was, knowing that all a curious neighbor had to do was peak thorough the thick hedge and see her.
She felt Reed’s eyes following her movement as she tried to gracefully climb up onto the hard stool without the use of her hands and lock her body in place for his examination. She found that she had to anchor her feet through the round foot bar to steady herself, forcing her pussy to be spread as wide as her thighs. A deep blush covered her body, and she shivered, waiting.

Reed returned fifteen minutes later. By that time, Brittany’s body was screaming for release from both the confines of her uncomfortable position as well as her sexual throbbing. She swallowed nervously as he studied her features while placing a tray on the top of the bar.

“Criminals must face punishment for misdeeds, Brittany. The birching you received earlier was for your drug use. It is to be a reminder as to what will happen should you make a bad choice again and fail to call one of us for help. This discipline is to show you that your body is vulnerable to give into its cravings, and that you are powerless to control it. This,” he touched her wetness, “proves how powerless you are. Even in the midst of the humiliation and the pain your bottom is experiencing, you are still a victim of your own needs. Spread wider. I want to look at you.”

“Oh my God, Reed… This is so embarrassing! Anyone could see us and…”

“Hmm, you are right. Anyone could see us, and you would be exposed to another set of eyes. Remember, people are always watching us in one way or another. You need to know that there will be some who are sadly waiting to see you fail in your quest and others, like Brett and me, who wait to see you succeed. Let me turn on the pool lights. I need a clearer view.”

“But the neighbors…”

“They will have to go to great lengths to really see anything. Focus your concern on me right now and not what strangers might think. They don’t matter. I do.”

Brittany groaned, finding it impossible to shift her throbbing backside around the hard stool and not fall off. Bright lights flooded the area
,
and she cringed, wanting to hide her face. Reed strolled back to her and sat on a short, sturdy side table that he had pulled away from one of the lounges. He reached between her legs, parting the curly hair gently with his fingers
and
smoothing it away from the pale pink folds that dripped with desire.

“Arch your back so I can see everything. And keep your eyes open. You are to stay completely aware of everything that is happening to you tonight,” he ordered, looking up into her face. Brittany suppressed a tear as she obeyed, staring up into the sparkling night sky and praying for intervention from the humiliation she was suffering.

“Why are you doing this, Reed?” Brittany whispered, feeling him spread her nether lips wide. He dipped a finger deep inside of her, whirling it around as she clutched it with her muscles.

“To teach you that disobedience is not an option when it comes to me. Do not move.”

Brittany bit her lip as she listened to the snipping of small scissors as he trimmed away the thicker portion of soft fur from her womanhood, pausing only to gently stroke and brush it. Her moisture seeped to the stool, and she groaned with embarrassment, knowing he would see every drop. Reed said nothing as his finger found her hungry entrance again, stroking the soft flesh on either side of her clit without touching the sensitive nub. Brittany groaned.

“We are victims of our base desires, Britt,” he said, fingering the short fur lining her womanly folds. He smoothed shaving lotion upon them, taking the time to stroke the insides of her thighs. He ran a razor down one side, hearing her whimper as she struggled to keep still and not fall from her precarious perch. “All of us, no matter how strong we believe we are, are weak when it comes to ourselves.” He ran the razor down the other side, pausing only to rinse the blade. “Everything we do instinctively serves the purpose of self-gratification. Only when we serve others do we show a lack of selfishness.”

“Reed, you are killing me…”

He ignored her pleas for release, carefully running the blade along the inside of her flesh, removing the tiny, nearly invisible hair that nested around her anus. He stopped only to plunge a finger into her soaking pussy, feeling it clutch with desperation as her body demanded more. Satisfied that she was completely bare, he glanced up to her teary eyes.

“What have you learned, Brittany?”

“I can’t think! I am so confused. And everything… hurts… aches… wants…”

“Stand up and slowly lower your arms to your sides. There’s a girl.” Reed helped her from the stool and stepped back as she obeyed him. She knew she looked pathetic, but it did not seem to bother him. “Humility looks very sweet and beautiful on you, Brittany. I like you like this. Take off your shirt and bra.”

“Reed, I can’t…” She felt her blush travel down to heat her newly shaved pubes. Reed merely crossed his arms as he waited for her to obey. With a frustrated sigh, Brittany removed the remainder of her clothing, lifting her hands to hide her breasts.

“No. You will never hide from me again. Go into the pool and swim a few laps to loosen your arms and cool yourself off a bit. It is a salt water pool, so it might sting a bit on your bottom.”

“Aren’t you going to come in?”

“No. I will watch you this time. Stretch yourself out and feel the water on your body.”

Brittany frowned, slowly entering the cool water. The night was warm, and she had been covered with sweat by the time Reed had completed his procedure. Her shoulders and back ached, as well as her backside that was covered with the crisscrossed marks from the birch. She yelped as she sunk under the water. He was right; the salt caused both her bottom and her bald mound to sting slightly. Pushing off from the bottom, Brittany began to swim the length of the pool, using long, languid strokes. The exercise felt good against her aching body, relieving the cramped muscles and taut skin. By her third lap, she felt as though her movements were automatic, and she felt all the tension seep from her body.

Reed sat on the edge to watch her movements and admire the view of her bright red bottom as it glided past him. “Brittany, come out now and bring me the towel from the cabinet. No, do not wipe yourself dry.”