Page 114 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

With shaky hands, I reach back for my jeans, pushing them down, then my panties next.

Finley lets out a low whistle as he takes his place behind me on the couch, then reaches for my ass, giving one of my cheeks a firm squeeze.

“Who knew you were packing this?” he muses with a laugh. “Shame I’m gonna have to fuck it up now.”

“Get your goddamn hands off me and get it over with,” I bark at him over my shoulder before I bury my face into the cushion and try to brace myself.

“Ever the control freak,” he grumbles.

Finley clears his throat as he gently taps the ruler against his leg a few times, then I feel the inevitable sting of pain as the wooden object is cracked against my ass.

“Ow!”

It comes out as a strangled sob as tears immediately begin to roll down my face. One strike and I’m already reduced to tears, and something tells me that he didn’t swing it as hard as he could.

“Steady, steady, steady,” he whispers as the air splits with the sound of the ruler being swung again.

It’s the exact same thing I would yell at him whenever he buckled and his knees gave way.

“Steady on your feet, Mr. Bradshaw. If you’re such a tough guy, then act like it.”

Anothercrackagainst my flesh and I end up biting the cushion to keep from crying out again. “How’s it feel,Aunty?Not as good as you probably hoped, huh?”

Another crack, followed by another, then one more, before he finally drops the ruler. It clatters against the hard, industrial floor, but I can barely hear it.

The sound of my heart pounding in my ears, and my uncontrollable sobs are more prominent than anything else in the room.

It’s hard to breathe.

It’s hard to see.

I never knew that something like this could cause so much damage to the psyche— more than it could repair it—and I feel ashamed of what I put him through.

Though, I wonder if it’ll be gone when the pain is; these feelings of shame and remorse.

Finley leaves me half-lying on my stomach for a few moments, before he gently runs his hand across my ass.

“That’s definitely gonna leave a few marks,” he states with a chuckle.

But it’s what he does next that I know will cause me enough shame to last me the rest of my life.

“Maybe I can make it all better,Aunty?What do you think?”

I shake my head vigorously, face still buried in the cushion, but if he sees me desperately rejecting hisidea, he ignores it.

Or perhaps, he knows that I want him to disregard it.

Because he does.

The tip of his finger is gently running down my crack, the same way he ran it down my pussy a few days before.

I hear him clear his throat briefly, followed by the sound of his belt being undone, and the zipper on his jeans being pulled down.

“Steady,” he says again, and I close my eyes tightly. My fingers dig into the cushions, and I pray to God that I won’t rip holes into the damned things.

Finley spreads my cheeks apart roughly, then gently begins to tease my pucker hole with the tip of his tongue.

My lower lip begins to tremble harder.

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