Claimed Darker by Em Brown

Chapter 34

BRIDGET

Past

“Iknow you’re a good student, Bridge. You pay attention in class. You know you’re supposed to thank me for your orgasms.”

I moan. Appreciation kind of slipped my mind between my ass being on fire and the blood that’s been draining to my head throughout my spanking. But I know Darren doesn’t want to hear excuses.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I say instead, hoping that will placate him a little.

It doesn’t.

“We’ll shift to the pillory for your punishment,” he tells me.

Unlocking the shackles, he pulls me upright by my hair and walks me over to the pillory, holding me by the arm because I’m still feeling a little dizzy. The vibrator is still attached to my body but vibrating at a very low intensity. I want another orgasm to wash away the sting of the tawse.

He bends my head into the pillory. I can’t believe I’m being locked into a centuries-old punishment device.

“Your wrists go here,” he explains, indicating the openings on each side of my head.

“Can I at least take off the shoes?” I ask. My feet are sore.

“That’ll be part of your reward when we’re done with the punishment.”

“What’s the punishment going to be?”

He closes the pillory over my neck and wrists. “The paddle. But I’ll let you choose: holes or no holes?”

“How do holes make a difference?”

“Holes reduce air resistance so the paddle swings faster.”

“Why would I want holes then?”

“Because if you opt for a paddle with holes, you’ll get ten spanks. Without, it’s twenty.”

I’ve never been spanked with a paddle before so I have no idea which is the better choice. I think I’d rather get this over with sooner.

“I’ll go with the holes,” I decide.

I hear him walk over to the wall where the implements hang. He stands in front of me and shows me a rectangular paddle with six holes. I brace myself when he goes to stand behind me. But he only caresses my backside. He insinuates his fingers into my wet slit. I tremble at how good it feels.

“Do I get your cock as part of the reward?” I ask.

“Oh, you bet. But you’ve to make it to ten.”

I just survived what felt like a hundred lashes of the tawse. I can survive a paddling of ten. He withdraws his fingers, and I expect the blow to land any second. He makes me wait, and I can’t see him. The vibrations increase. I let my guard down—and that’s when the paddle lands.

Oof!

My jaw drops. Holy crap. I’m not going to have an ass when this is all said and done.

The paddle delivers a thudding sensation, and I’m somewhat grateful that it doesn’t sting as much, but the impact feels like it goes deeper into my flesh.

“Where’s my count, or should we start over?” Darren ask.

“One!” I quickly provide.

The second swing drives my shoulder blades into the pillory.

“Two,” I grunt and try to even my breath before the next blow. “Three!”

I try to focus on how good the vibrations at my crotch feel, how good it will feel when Darren buries himself inside me. But the paddle quickly pulls the focus back to my butt.

“Four!” I say through gritted teeth.

Thump!

“Five,” I whimper.

My legs weaken on the sixth blow.

“Get that ass back up,” Darren orders.

I exhale a long breath and straighten my legs for number seven.

Thump!

Holy shit. My butt is going to break.

“S-seven,” I stutter.

The eighth one brings tears to my eyes. But I’m ecstatic that there’s only two left.

“Eight…nine!”

The vibrations increase. Ten…come on…

Several minutes pass. The vibrations are working their magic, but I doubt I can come before we’re done with the punishment.

“Ten, please,” I beg.

“You want the paddle?”

“Yes. Please spank me, sir.”

I scream at the final one. My legs buckle.

“Get that ass up!”

What? I thought we were done?

But I straighten my legs again. I hear him set aside the paddle. I hear the squirt of what is probably a bottle of lubricant. The thong is yanked down my butt, and then I feel him, pressing against my back hole. Oh geez, he’s going to fuck me in the pillory. Not the most comfortable sex position, especially since I’m still in the damn heels, but I’ll take it over nothing.

Slowly, he sinks into me. I concentrate on how good the fullness feels, coupled with the vibrations. He rocks his hips, gradually picking up speed and force. Every thrust bumps my shoulders into the pillory. Every slap of his pelvis against my derriere renews the imprints left by the tawse and paddle. Yet despite that, my climax begins to build. It’s a strange and heady mix of sensations, but if I sift through the pain, I can find the pleasure needed to reach orgasm.

“Can I come, sir?” I ask before I’m overwhelmed.

“Yes, Bridge,” he answers as he bucks harder into me.

Closing my eyes, I fix on the yearning between my legs, the pressure, the rapture. And then I explode, euphoria washing away the sting in my ass, the soreness in my feet, the bruising of my shoulders against the pillory, and even the ache from Darren ravaging my body as he shoves himself relentlessly into me.

My legs would have collapsed beneath me if he didn’t hold me up by my hips, spanking me with his pelvis till he climaxes and fills me with his cum. When my orgasm has dissipated, I want nothing more than to get out of the pillory.

After releasing me and turning off the vibrator, he carries me over to the bed. He rubs some kind of salve over my buttocks.

“Thank you,” I remember to say this time, hoping it’s not too late.

My body, having ricocheted between pain and pleasure, is exhausted. Darren spoons me, and we end up falling asleep at the club.

The following day, my butt is still sore, but for the first time since the shooting, I’m not jumping at every little sound.