Page 31 of Rusty

Janice noticed that Rusty smacked her extra hard for that one. The smack was so hard, in fact, that the pain radiated around her lower back and thighs, and she felt like she almost vibrated with it. The sensation wasn’t altogether unpleasant. It was like a spark of electricity, or a red-hot poker, branding her with some kind of truth that she hadn’t figured out yet.

“Chuck’s going to see how useless I am and throw me out of the ranch,” she said, quietly sniffing.

Smack.

“And you, Rusty, you’re going to grow fed up of trying to fix me. When you realize how broken I am, you’re going to walk away again, just like you did last time.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Rusty’s spanks rained down on her now, thick and fast, leaving her almost no time to breathe between them. But even though it hurt, she didn’t even think about using her safeword. Not once.

When Rusty stopped spanking her, she felt a strange, buzzing clarity that she hadn’t experienced before.

“I’m brave,” she said quietly.

Rusty didn’t spank her this time. In fact, he laid his palm down softly on her buttock, and stroked it ever so softly. It was still stinging, still vibrating, from his spanks, but this act was so gentle it felt like the most tender touch she’d ever felt. Involuntarily, she shivered with pleasure.

“I’m good at massaging horses.”

Rusty’s palm moved over her buttock now, down to her thigh, and she felt his hand prying apart her legs a little. She wonderedif Rusty was looking between her legs now, and seeing how wet she was down below.

“I guess I’m a good learner because I taught myself how to do physio on animals all by myself.”

Rusty’s fingers edged toward her velvet-soft lips. She ached and shivered and squirmed with desire feeling his warm hand so close to her most private part.

“I’m caring,” she choked out in a whisper.

Rusty’s fingers dipped into her wetness now. Then stopped.

“I have a lovely laugh?” she said, desperately trying to think of something else good about her.

Clearly, it did the trick, because now, Rusty began stroking her clit with his slick finger. It felt like the clock had instantly been turned back ten years, like Rusty had never stopped doing this to her. He remembered exactly how she like to be touched, exactly how much pressure, what sort of motion, and within mere minutes, she was arching her back and shouting out in pure ecstasy at the perfection of his touch.

She climaxed hard, as though she had been waiting a decade to do it, and then she spasmed and shivered and shook as his finger slid deep inside her. She had forgotten how he liked to do that—inserting a finger into her the moment she came so that he could feel her muscles tense and tighten around his digit. She felt like her spasms were never-ending today—each time one ended another began, like a wave. Rusty kept his finger inside her the entire time.

When she was done, he lifted her up onto his lap, cradling her in his arms and kissing her cheek.

“You did so well, darlin’,” he told her. “I’m so proud of you.”

"Thank you, Rusty," she said softly. "Thank you for helping me face my fears and for reminding me that I'm not alone."

"Of course, Janice," Rusty replied gently. "But really, the credit is all yours. You let out some of the negative things you’ve beenbottling up today. And you even started to acknowledge some of your many strengths.”

“I came pretty hard too,” Janice said mischievously. “Don’t forgetthatif you’re listing my accomplishments.”

Rusty smiled at her. “You did come hard. Harder than I think I’ve ever felt you come before.”

Janice bit her lip. “Are you sure you don’t want a turn now, Rusty?”

Rusty shook his head. “This is all about you, sweetheart. I’m going to run a bath for you now and take good care of you. You’re an amazing woman, Janice. You're strong, resilient, and deserving of love."

“I’m strong, resilient, and deserving of love,” Janice repeated under her breath.

The soft light filtering through the cabin windows bathed Janice's tear-streaked face in a warm glow as Rusty gathered her into his strong arms. His touch was gentle and soothing, providing a reassuring contrast to the structured spanking that had just taken place. Janice felt the sting of her reddened bottom against his embrace, but the pain was overshadowed by the relief flooding through her.

“Come on, little one,” he said, lifting her up and guiding her to yet another room of the cabin, in which there was a large cast iron tub next to a big window that overlooked the serene forest.

“Woah,” she said. “This is amazing.”

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