Page 32 of Releasing Reenie

“All right then. Let’s get started.”

Taking her hand, I led her to the bench and helped her into position, fixing her wrists and ankles into the available restraints. This would be therapeutic in taking away any semblance of control, which Mira seemed to want, but it would also ensure that she didn’t reach back and accidentally hurt herself.

“Are these comfortable?” I asked as I did the last one on her left wrist.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Her voice came out on a squeak and I knelt in front of her face. “Are you still wanting to do this? Last chance to back out.”

“No, Ma’am. I’m good. I mean, I don’t want to back out. I’m just a little nervous.”

“Nervous is normal. Okay, remember your safe words. Yellow to pause or slow down, and red to stop. You can use them anytime, no matter the reason. And remember, Mira, you are not in trouble. I’m doing this to hopefully help you deal with stress, and to wear out your body so you can sleep well tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” She scrunched her eyes closed, and I took the hint to slide the satin eye mask on her.

With one last squeeze to her hand, and a pat on her shoulder, I stood and as I did, I brushed against a hard body walking by and almost lost my balance. Strong hands gripped my upper arms and held me upright. The scent—a cologne I couldn’t name—assaulted my nostrils, bringing up powerful memories of a date three years ago. I glanced up and my stomach sank as my gaze met Trent’s.

“Maureen.” His warm tone held a measure of obvious surprise and I saw his eyebrows rise as he glanced from me tomy play partner. His lips turned up in a hint of a smile, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered. “We’ll have to meet up once we’re both done here.”

My mouth went dry. Stupid fantasies. He was the last thing I needed to be thinking about right now, I reminded myself as I resolved to keep all my attention on Mira.

“I need to…” I trailed off, licking my lips as I caught a glimpse of his play partner. A buxom blonde wearing next to nothing. I hadn’t seen her around, which meant she was probably here for Visitors’ Weekend, and was playing with Trent by the luck of the draw. I told myself it didn’t mean anything, but I couldn’t stop the stab of jealousy that pierced my gut. I was only human after all.

“Right. Me too,” Trent said, dropping my arm. He didn’t look away though. My heart pounded and my palms felt clammy. I fought the urge to wipe them on my pants as I turned to walk away. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way back to Mira and picked up the wooden paddle. It didn’t help that the spanking benches all faced the same way, and were kind of staggered, so from where I stood I had a perfect view of his back and his partner’s pert ass.

Perfect.

Looking away, I focused all my attention on Mira. She needed this, and it would be good for her. I could help her in this way, and that was what I wanted to do.

“Mira?” I said her name so she would know I was ready to begin and rubbed a hand across her lower back for comfort. “We’re going to start slow and pick up the pace when I feel like you need it. I want you to focus yourself on letting the pain wash through you and help you let go of some of the stress you’re under, even if only for tonight.” I wasn’t going to expect more than that. Even that was a tall order, and as much as I believedin the therapy of a good spanking, Mira was in an impossible situation and a scene could only do so much to help.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Mira replied. Her voice was strained in a way that seemed to be saying, “Can we please get on with it?”

I did just that. Picking up the wooden paddle, I laid it across her thick globes, resting the wood there for just a moment before I pulled my arm back, and brought it forward, at half strength, watching it bounce across the center of her bottom, admiring the way the skin flattened, pinkened, and bounced back.

Mira let out a soft hiss. I repeated the action, three more times, in the exact same spot. Her body stayed tense, and I could see that we had a long way to go. Pondering her situation, and the similarities I saw between us, I thought about what I might want to hear if I was in her shoes.

“You’re a good daughter,” I told her, speaking clearly as the paddle fell once more, slightly lower than before. “You’re doing the best you can.” I spoke as I let the paddle fall again, flattening her bottom, and watched the skin redden.

This time I noticed the tension in her shoulders relax. Her spine seemed less rigid. Her hands, previously balled into tight fists, began to unfurl. Good, we were making progress. Her mindset was where I needed it to be. Now I could really get busy.

Exhaling a deep breath, I brought the paddle down hard across her globes, letting the swats fall one after another, with barely a chance for her to catch her breath between them.

I kept up a punishing pace, upping the amount of strength I used. After five swats I paused, taking note of her still-relaxed, but shaking shoulders and her nicely reddened butt. “You’re a good daughter. Your mom is lucky to have you. You’re working so hard, just so she can have the gift of getting to see your graduate, despite the struggles you’ve had in your relationship. You’re busting your butt to give her a beautiful gift. You’re a good daughter, Mira.”

Something in my words must have struck a chord because she let out a shuddering breath and a piercing wail. “I just… I just….”

Her breath came fast with a hint of panic in her voice, and I stepped closer, letting my hand rest on the warmed skin of her buttocks, before pushing it upward to rub circles on her lower back.

“That’s right. Let it out.”

“I’m working so hard. And I’m so tired, and most days it feels like she doesn’t even care. There’s always something I’m not doing right. Some new reason she’s convinced she can’t leave this earth in peace, because I’m too much of a screw-up.”

I blew out a low breath through my nostrils as her words hit a nerve deep inside me. My gut churned and my ire rose, not just for her, but for myself and for the lies I’d believed for so long. “Well, that is false, Mira. I think you know that. And I think you know the reason she says things like that is because she’s scared. Any fears she has, any guilt she needs to deal with or atone for, those are her problems. They’re not yours.”

“I knowwww,” Mira wailed. “Dee-eep down I know that, but it’s just so hard to remember when she starts on her rants.”

“Well, I know that.” I sighed. “Believe me, I do. I know that better than most. But next time she starts in on that, I want you to tune it out, think of this spanking, and tell yourself the truths you need to hear.”

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