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Emerald, Part Two
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EMERALD Part 2/2
My back hurts. I can't keep up this position any longer. With a loud groan I
straighten up. I look back to the open door and after only a few seconds he
comes back in.
=Did I say you could change position?
==N...no, ......no Alex, but..
=Get back over the chair!
==Please, I can't, my back hurts!
I'm doing what he says all the same, whimpering as I go back over the chair
again.
=You've had enough of this, haven't you? Maybe now you will pay attention!
==Yes, Alex, I will! Please, let me get up again, my back is killing me,
please!
He lets me get up and turns me so that I'm facing him.
=You don't know anything about respect, you don't know how to accept a
compliment and you don't know how to behave. I'm gonna teach you all these
things and I promise you won't forget them ever after. I'm not after breaking
your back, though, so you can go over to that armchair and lie down over its
back.
I do as he says. Lying down causes some discomfort at first but I find that
the armchair fully supports my weight. For the first time this evening I feel
comfortable enough to accept the situation as it is. I know that if I let my
thoughts drift off again, he will leave me to myself. I realize that I need
him to stay with me, much as I dread what he'll do next.
He picks up the belt and slowly winds it around his hand once. Then he folds
it double and comes towards me.
=This is for lack of respect.
The first few strokes hardly hurt, but tears come to my eyes nevertheless.
The degradation of submitting so completely to this boy is getting too much
for me. I brace myself against the pain and refuse to utter a sound. Soon all
my muscles are tensed and I'm feeling like I'm in hell. He stops as he sees
this.
=Don't fight the pain.
There's his hand again, this time softly stroking my back. His other hand
caresses my hair and my face. I grit my teeth and turn my head away.
=Listen to me, I know what I'm talking about. Don't fight it, accept it. If
you fight the pain, it will defeat you. If you accept it, it'll make you
stronger.
I don't want this, I don't want to give in to him again, I feel I'll lose the
last shreds of dignity if I start crying now. He waits for me to respond and
sighs when he sees me clenching my jaws.
=Robert, look at me.
Reluctantly I do, realizing this is a mistake as soon as I face him. He
looks at me compassionately, even lovingly. I melt under his gaze and all
resistance flows out of me. He smiles at me sweetly, warning me at the same
time I still have most of my punishment coming. I nod silently.
I don't remain silent for very long. He's belting me again and this time he
really lets me have it. At first I only moan, but soon I'm crying out. He
just goes on, in a steady rhythm. My tears are flowing freely now and I'm on
the verge of begging him for mercy when the spanking stops.
Through my tears I see him walking to the other chair and picking up
something that looks like a ruler, except that it's made of stiff leather. He
walks back to me and intensifies my humiliation by pulling down my briefs. I
don't resist as he does this, praying silently he won't notice the obstacle
formed by my erection. In vain, of course. Sure enough, he slips his hand
under me, making a sound of approval as I lift my hips to facilitate this.
With his other hand he caresses my ass, commenting on its attractiveness.
When my breathing becomes irregular he stops fondling me.
=This is for not having the grace to accept compliments.
With that the ruler comes down. Hard. I gasp for breath, and he manages to
give me three strokes before I'm able to cry out. The pain this thing causes
is unbelievable. After only a few strokes my crying changes into screaming. I
struggle to get up but he quickly puts his left hand on my back, keeping me
down. He doesn't need to use force for that, the feeling of his hand is
enough to keep me from bolting. It does nothing to lessen the pain however. I
don't know how often he hits me with that cursed thing, at least twenty
times. After that I lose count. I'm only aware of the pain and the sound of
my screams. I want to beg him to stop but I can't manage to form the words.
Still, after some time the beating stops. He starts caressing my ass again
and slowly the pain subsides, as does my crying.
=What would you say now if I told you you have a lovely ass?
==Thank you, Alex.
Yes, I'm learning. The hard way. I'm tremendously relieved when I hear him
say "good". Surely I've been punished enough now?
Of course I'm wrong.
=You still have something coming for your lack of manners. It seems you've
picked up quite a bit on that subject, though. Not that I'm gonna let you off
the hook because of that, but I'll only use my hand this time.
I heave a sigh of relief after this statement.
However, after only a few swats I realize that "only a hand" is a terrifying
tool when used with force on a sore behind. And he is strong! He soon has me
kicking my legs again but I'm too exhausted to really scream now. My face is
wet with tears, though.
I'm still crying when I become aware that the beating has stopped. He gently
pulls off my pants and briefs completely then comes and stands behind me. He
caresses the back of my legs, my inner thighs, my buttocks...
I'm breathing hard now, even though my mind boggles at my own reactions, so
soon after the punishment he gave me. When he tries to slip his hand under me
I spread my legs and lift my hips up again, giving him easy access to my
cock.
=You learn fast. You must be a good student. Or maybe I'm a hell of a teacher.
I can hear that he's smiling when he says that.
=Anyway, you passed your exam. Now I think it's time for your reward.
With that he comes even closer behind me, standing between my legs. I tense
up when I realize what he's aiming at.
=You don't have to accept this, you know.
He says this quietly, and somehow that eases my fear. I haven't gone through
this ordeal only to pull out now. Scared as I may be, I'm determined to see
this through.
=Have you ever been fucked?
==No, Alex.
=Never even used your finger or something?
==Um........yes, Alex.
Shit, does he _have_ to ask such questions? It's hard enough as it is.
=Okay, that'll make this a bit easier for you.
I hear him unzipping his pants, then the sound of a condom package being
ripped open. For some time nothing happens and I'm starting to get very
nervous again. I'm feeling very vulnerable in this position, with my legs so
far apart.
When he places his hands on my buttocks I cry out involuntarily. I'd almost
forgotten the pain in my backside, being so apprehensive about what is going
to happen. With his thumb he thoroughly lubricates me. I'm trembling now and
I hold my breath when he pushes his cock between my spread buttocks. Then,
finally, he enters me slowly. At first I'm just too tense, but he knows what
he's
doing so after a while he's completely inside me. Only then he starts to really
fuck me. I'm overwhelmed by how this feels.
I've been wanting this for so long, but up till now I never got any further
than using a dildo on myself while masturbating. I can't help crying out
again, at the rhythm of his thrusting. I'm riding on the waves of sensation
he causes with his movements inside of me.
Somewhere along the way I lose my sense of time and space. When I come back
on earth, we're still panting. I feel the weight of him, lying on top of me.
We're both exhausted.
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I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, staring down at the floor while doing so,
trying desperately to think of a way to break his hold on me.
=Pull your pants down.
I started to refuse, but once again my body betrayed me. It seemed as if I
didn't have any control over my hands when they slowly pulled my jeans down
to my ankles. I was powerless.
I could only stand there and look at him.
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