Page 88 of Off-Limits
I lay there propped up on the pillows and try and articulate my thoughts. I don’t know how to put them into words, all I know is that I feel somehow lighter after the spanking, but I still feel off in a sense as well.
“Deep breath, baby, I’m going to lather your ass with this cream.”
Itake in a deep breath and close my eyes, and when Damon’s fingers start massaging the globes of my ass, I release a sigh. As he rubs the cream into my flesh, I think back to when the plug was in my ass. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but after he pulled it out and then filled me with his cock and came in my ass, I realise I suddenly feel empty. I screw up my face at the thought.
“I hadn’t planned on leaving the plug in so long. How does it feel now?”
“It feels fine. Like the pressure is gone, but I can still feel your cum inside me.
Damon chuckles. “You’re lucky I don’t fill your pussy too, minx. Now can you name the emotions you’re feeling, Blossom?” he asks, rubbing some more cool cream onto my butt.
I hiss, and Damon’s hand halts.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m good, thank you.”
“Alright. Emotions. Talk, baby.”
Gnawing on my lip, I think about the emotions I’m feeling while Damon methodically massages my ass cheeks with the cream. They feel almost contradictory the way they’re all jumbled in my head, but I try and think of the best way to articulate myself before settling on one.
“Vulnerable,” I say quietly, feeling silly.
“That’s good, baby. Is it an uncomfortable feeling?”
“No, not at all. Clinging to the edges…there’s this sadness that I feel has nothing to do with what we did. I can’t explain it really, but the spanking made me feel lighter.”
Damon stays quiet for a moment but continues massaging the cream into my ass. Just as I’m about to look over my shoulder at him, he finally speaks, and I close my mouth.
“That makes sense. How did you feel during the session?”
A bout of embarrassment bottlenecks, but I push it down, remembering that this is Damon and that I trust him.
“At first it felt naughty, and it hurt a little, but then it started to feel good, and I really enjoyed it.” I finish on a whisper.
Damon chuckles. “My little masochist minx.”
“Stop it,” I say, laughing.
“Alright, alright. Did the sadness feeling leave during play?”
“Yes.”
My answer is quick, absolute, because I didn’t think, I was lost in the moment, and then it hits me like a tonne of bricks, the answer coming toward me like a sandstorm, and I start crying again.
Damon stops what he’s doing and the next thing I know, I’m cradled in his arms. He hushes me, tells me how good I’m doing and how proud he is of me, which only makes me ugly cry more.
I feel as if I’ve been holding these tears in for years, and in reality, I more than likely have. I bawl, hiccupping through sobs, and feeling my chest break apart and then come back together from Damon’s kind words and reassurance. Once I’ve finally pulled myself back together, Damon kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Better,” I admit.
“Do you want to talk about it some more?”
I nod. “I think it was the moment I had with my mother before I came here. Somehow it triggered all this hurt, pain and anger I harboured toward both of them. I guess I kind of… let it go?” I say more as a question than a statement.
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you. It makes sense why youwere acting out and being a brat,” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “It’s ok to cry and not be ok, sweetheart, and I’ll always be here to help you through it, but next time you need to tell me if anything like this happens again, or you feel like this. I would have approached the play differently.”
