Page 5 of Loving Luna

And then, finally, I broke. The intensity of my emotions surprised even myself—I wasn’t one easily spanked to tears, or usually at all, if I were being honest.

But I cried for everything I’d lost, for not knowing how to get it back, to not knowing if I wanted it back. My breaths came in gasps and pants, and I knew my whole body was shaking.

Mistress Maureen slowed down, laying the last dozen or so swats with far more control and precision than she had the first few dozen. I could feel a few mottled bruises settling themselves deep in the tissue of my ass. Another thing that rarely ever happened. Color me impressed.

“Color?” Mistress Maureen demanded.

My response was a strangled half-laugh, half-cry, that escaped in a puff of air. “Green. Still green. But are we almost done?”

“Almost, sweet girl.”

Though I didn’t have a praise kink, the sweet endearment made me preen, filling my insides with warm, fuzzy feelings.

My Domme—at least for the evening—rubbed the cool wood against my heated backside, bringing sweet relief.

What was going on with me tonight? I was tough, played regularly with far stricter and more sadistic Dominants, and was a bit of a painslut.

The fact that I was already ready to be done after a paddling from Mistress Maureen, told me that not only was I under a ton of stress, but that she was too.

Mistress Maureen paused long enough that I started to wonder if she’d decided we could be done after all. I was working out whether I’d be satisfied or disappointed when the paddle came crashing down again, across my sit-spots this time. She was using less force, just enough to heat the untouched skin, and leave a delicious sting in my nether regions.

I whimpered and mentally scheduled a date with my battery-operated boyfriend later. Normally, I’d go to Drake with this problem, but that wasn’t happening. Apparently I’d been fooling myself that we could do what we were doing and neither of us would catch feelings.

When I was feeling nice and stingy, and yes, needy, the paddling stopped abruptly. I sighed. Mistress Maureen knew exactly what she was doing.

I heard a clinking sound as the used implement was set in the sanitation bin for cleaning before further use and listened to the sounds of her straightening up the area around us. After a few moments, she returned to my side, rubbing my shoulders, back and ass.

“Good girl. You took that so well.”

“Thank you, Mistress. It hurt, but…” I couldn’t help but smile, thankful that she’d reached out. “It felt good. I think I needed that.”

“Good.” She walked around the bench and knelt down in front of me to uncuff my hands. Before she did though, she gently wiped the sheen of sweat from my brow and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Thank you, sweet girl. I needed that too.”She pressed a soft friendly kiss to my forehead then went to work on the restraints.

“If it's not too forward, Mistress…” I purposely kept my voice at a soft whisper, and sought her gaze, looking for permission.

She granted it with a nod.

“Go ahead.”

Reminding myself that she was my friend, as well as a Domme, I pressed, “I could tell you were in a rare form tonight. Are you okay? Do you feel better? Did you get what you needed? Because if not, I could probably go again, after a bathroom break and some water.”

Mistress Maureen shook her head with a soft chuckle. “You can have both of those things, as well as some arnica for your bottom. You may not be feeling it right now, you’re probably numb, but trust me, you will be soon.”

She was wrong. I could very much feel it and was relieved to not have to rally for a second round. Though I could have and would have, if she needed me to. “Yes, Mistress.”

“And to answer your questions, yes I do feel better. And yes, I think I’ll be okay. Today was just…” She pursed her lips, and frowned, and it was clear she was not quite ready to talk about what was bothering her yet. “It’s a long story.”

I could have used a long story, anything to distract me from my own long story, but I knew better than to push.

She went around to both sides, undoing my ankle restraints, then came back around and helped me to stand. My legs trembled a bit, but quickly recovered in time for Maureen to add, “One I might share another time.”

I nodded and she walked me over to the aftercare station, handed me a bottle of cold water and a small bar of chocolate, then grabbed a tube of arnica. Lowering to her haunches behind me, she massaged it into my torn-up skin, providing an instant cooling relief that I appreciated.

When she finished, she helped me dress, and gave me a hug. She looked better, and likewise, I felt better. Not good enough to talk to Drake about the things we so desperately needed to talk about, but enough to face him, and maybe even tease him a bit.

“Thank you,” she whispered, pressing her face close to mine.

“Anytime. You sure you’re good?”

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