Page 33 of Releasing Reenie

“W-what if I can’t? I mean… I’ll try, Ma’am, but…”

Steeling my shoulders, I dragged my hand along her spine as I walked alongside her prone body, until I was standing near her shoulders, massaging the muscles there. Bending, I whispered in her ear. “We’re going to do our best to make sure the next time you hear those lies, your butt remembers these truths.”

I watched as the set of her jaw relaxed. I wiped the tears seeping from beneath her blindfold to fall down her face withthe back of my knuckle and thought about the task ahead. I remembered how I’d always felt, how damaging my mother’s words had been and for how long. I would do everything I could to help Mira deal with the pain I knew too well.

Giving her shoulder one final squeeze, I resumed my position behind her. And as I did some deep breathing to focus myself, I caught a glimpse of Trent. His shirt was off, revealing his strong, muscular shoulders and back, and highlighting his toned ass in the fitted slacks he wore. His submissive for the night was restrained to the spanking bench, in the same position I had Mira in, her ass up and on display for the room. The difference was, of course, they weren’t teacher and student, and whoever this woman was, she’d come to the Ranch for the full experience. It looked like she was getting it.

My gut twisted as I noted the jeweled plug sticking out between her naked ass cheeks, her glistening sex on full display. She was topless too, completely nude, and while I knew that was common in these scenes, and may have been her preference rather than Trent’s, I still hated it.

Trent’s weapon of choice tonight was a strap, much like the one I’d picked to use on Mira, but with far less give and a longer tail. He pulled his arm back and let the leather fly through the air between them until it hit its intended target. Her body jerked, as much as it could while restrained, and I heard his low, even voice speak up across the room.

“What do you say, sub?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Oh. God. My hands shook, and my pussy grew damp. Damn those stupid fantasies. I did not need this. At all, but especially right now. Narrowing my eyes, I internally scolded my traitorous body and turned my attention back to Mira. If this scene was going to have the effect I intended, I couldn’t afford to be distracted.

Closing the space between us, I looked at the paddle in my hand, and considered ditching it for the strap, but I didn’t think we were there yet.

“Mira!” I made my voice ring out sharply as I commanded her attention. In order for this healing to sink in, it needed to be a two-way discourse between us.

“When the next swat falls, I want you to yell out a truth. Something nice about yourself. Something that is in direct opposition to something your mother says.”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty, but her response was loud and clear. I knew she’d be a good girl and do her best.

“Here we go,” I warned, only a second before I let the paddle fly again. This time, I lowered my aim to the lower part of her bottom, her sensitive sit spots. When the wood made contact with its target, I waited.

For a moment I thought I was going to have to reprimand her with a hard swat to her thighs, but just when I was about to, she cried, “I’m a good daughter!”

“Yes, yes that’s right. Yes, you are.”

I watched as her body relaxed once more, and when her shoulders fell slack, I brought back the paddle again, lining it up so it fell in exactly the same spot as before.

“I have worth!”

Oh god. The pain that stabbed my heart. The memories that invaded my subconscious. I lost my breath for a moment, and only found it in time to whisper, “Yes, baby. Yes, you do.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, then checked in with her. “You okay, Mira? What color are you?”

“Green, Ma’am,” she croaked. “Please keep going.”

So I did. I let the paddle fly again and again, pausing only long enough to hear Mira’s truths rent the air.

“I am good enough.”

“I don’t have to do it all.”

“I don’t have to be a perfect daughter.”

“I am good enough.”

That one came up more than once, but I didn’t mind the repetition. I figured it was the thing she most needed to hear.

My arm ached from the heft of the paddle, and I paused to rub my shoulder. “Color, Mira?” I called out.

“G-green, M-Ma’am.”

She was taking longer to answer and speaking through her sobs, so I decided another pause was in order. I gave her a minute to cry it out. The sobs didn’t worry me—they were the point. They were necessary to her release and to our end goal of her getting a solid night’s sleep. When her back stopped heaving with the weight of them, I laid the cool wood of the paddle against her backside and prepared to begin again. The truth was we’d both needed the break. This was more emotionally intense for me than I’d anticipated.

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