Page 10 of His Loving Guidance
Chapter Five
“Please tell me what’s in the bag. Please, please, please.” Lucy hated to beg, but the curiosity was killing her. Whatever it was, it was small. She glanced around at the little black bag on the back seat, fighting the urge to snatch it up and peer inside – even though James had promised such an action would warrant a second punishment spanking.
“Keep your eyes out the window, looking as far in the distance as you can. It’ll help you keep from getting sick this time,” James scolded her as he slowed for another turn in the road.
“I don’t feel sick at all. The Dramamine is working wonders.”
“Keep your eyes out the window, Lucy. Don’t make me tell you again.”
It was late afternoon by the time they arrived. A sense of finality came over Lucy as the car crunched over the gravel in front of the cabin. It was not a negative feeling, but rather one of calm acceptance. She had been so caught up in trying to smooth over the situation with Wendy and the letters, that she had been blind to the fact that James would want to help out. At first she had assumed he would only be upset over her leaving the cabin in secret. Now she realized the full magnitude of her error. While the guilt gnawed sharply at her insides, she knew James, in his love, would help to clear the air between them. Almost like a new beginning.
The silence of the place hit her as they walked inside. The road leading up this side of the mountain was scarcely traveled, and the nearby cabins were shielded by trees, providing a sense of isolation. She followed James into the living room, concentrating on his steady footsteps as if it were the only sound in the world. Her knees trembled when he turned to face her. He hadthe look. A determined look that spoke volumes. It conveyed his displeasure and disappointment in her behavior.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Any dizziness or nausea?”
Even though her stomach was twisted into a knot, she knew it was not a result of the drive. The medicine had kept away the motion sickness she had experienced during the last drive up the mountain. “I’m fine, James.”
“Good.” His countenance darkened a shade as his mouth set in a firm line. “Come here.”
To her surprise, she was eager for this spanking. Lucy approached him without a degree of hesitation, though her knees still felt weak. He took one step toward her, closing the last inch of space between them. His forehead rested against hers, and her eyes fluttered shut as his hands raked up and down her arms. His love flowed into her, filling her with a tender warmth that caused a lump in her throat and tears to form behind her closed eyelids.
“I panicked when I woke up to find you missing, Lucy. I don’t ever want to feel that kind of fear again. The spanking you have coming will be a memorable one. I want you to go in the bedroom, take your clothes off, and wait in the corner. I’ll be in shortly to punish you.”
“All right,” she whispered hoarsely.
His expression was warmer by the time he stepped back. The sternness was still there, but the glow of love radiated from him in waves. Despite his obvious anger that showed in the clenching of his jaw and rigid posture, she felt no fear as her feet carried her to the bedroom. In the back of her mind, she realized the pain she was about to experience at his hand would be greater than any other punishment before, but she did not focus on the pain. Instead, she focused on obeying his command to undress and take up residence in a corner. Acceptance and impatience to be over his lap caused her thoughts to mute, and she was not even sure how much time had passed by the time she heard his footsteps approaching.
“Turn around.”
As she complied, a gasp left her when she noticed the two objects in his hands. A bottle of lube and a sinister looking butt plug. “James?” Her gaze focused on the slim black rubbery shaft, and she could not tear her eyes away. He had warned her about clenching her bottom again and again. She had not expected him to seriously follow through with his threats to train her to keep her bottom relaxed during a punishment though.
“I’m going to give you a good, long spanking, Lucy, and I want you to feel the intensity of every smack I give you. You’ll find tightening up your bottom most difficult when it’s filled up with a plug.”
“Please,” she begged. “I don’t think I could bear it.”
“You’ve taken my fingers and my cock before. You’ll do fine. Go bend over the bed and pull your cheeks apart.”
Shocked, Lucy did not move for several seconds. He waited, staring her down as he twirled the dreaded plug in his hand, as if it were nothing more than a common household item. Blood rushed to her face as she approached the bed, the sunlight streaming through the partially opened blinds heightening her nudity.
“Enough stalling,” he said. “Bend over and hold your ass cheeks apart, Lucy. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
His encouraging words rang through her, giving her the courage to do as he asked, as embarrassing as it was to open her body up to his gaze. Her chest and face pressed down on the covers, and she reached back, drawing her bottom apart.
“Good girl. Now hold just like that. I’m going to prepare you for the plug. I want you to remain in this position until I say otherwise.” With that, he trickled a cool liquid down her crevice, prompting her startled intake of breath. His fingers massaged the lube around the tight entrance of her asshole before one finger pushed inside, pumping slowly as more lube was applied. A second finger soon joined in, stretching her for the inevitable entrance of the plug. The size of the object was somewhat comforting. It was smaller than James’ cock at least. But knowing it would be seated deep in her, unmoving as he spanked her unrelentingly, sent a shiver up her neck.
When the hard tip of the plug prodded her hole, she tensed up.
“Lucy,” he warned.
“I – I’m sorry.” Steadying her feet, she relaxed her muscles and strived to keep her cheeks splayed apart to his liking. The cool air of the room kissed her most intimate spots, and her pussy spasmed with heat as she realized how vulnerable she was in this moment, completely at James’ mercy. Yet she craved her punishment more than she had craved anything in life before. How strange. Some summer this was turning out to be. Before today, she had only craved the sense of absolution a spanking produced, but now she craved the surrender. Submitting to James’ punishment brought her a sense of peace, of letting go of all the recent worries plaguing her – from the stupid family drama to her most recent disobedience.
“Try to bear down on the plug as it goes in, just like you do with my cock. Trust me. It’ll go in easier. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Funny words coming from a man who was about to spank the daylights out of her. Lucy kept her opinion to herself though and bore down as he inserted the tip. To her astonishment, the process went more smoothly than she had imagined. Literally. It glided in, stretching her, but not unbearably. It didn’t sting, and when James announced the whole thing was inside her, she beamed inwardly over her ability to accept it. This was, after all, part of her punishment. Fighting James over the plug would have been pointless, not to mention disrespectful, had she gone so far as to question his methods.
He stepped away and Lucy heard the telltale sound of his belt buckle unfastening.
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