Two Worlds Collide (An Erotic Spanking Book) (10 page)

Becky
was the next to be caught. Her man was mad at her in the worst way.
He held her in a funny way, far from his body. He had one of those
wooden whip things. He whipped her and she squealed in pain.

Tanya
was still running and hiding behind things. Her man was getting
madder with every second that he didn't get his hands on her.

I
continued to raise my bottom up while I clung to the arm holding me
in place. “So sorry,” I repeated, again and again. I could barely
stand and he still kept going. I leaned into him, doing what I could
to stay on my feet. I wanted him to not be mad at me anymore when he
finished. He had to spank me as long as he needed because I needed
him to be able to love me after he was finished.

He hit
and hit. First one sore cheek and then the other. He hit and I never
knew where the next smack would land. He smack my bottom down with
all of his might and I raised my bottom up to his hand. I deserved a
much worse punishment that this. This was nothing after what I had
done.

Francesca
was on the floor crying in pain. Her man was holding her and
comforting her.

Jenny
and Kate's men seemed nowhere near quitting. They deserved good
spankings too, after trying to get all of us in trouble. Becky's man
had put the whip to the side and he was spanking her with his hand
while she kicked and screamed.

Tanya
had been caught her man had sat down crossed legged on the floor. He
pulled her over his knees and started in. Her hands flew back to her
bottom and he grabbed them with his left hand before he started
wailing on her behind.

My man
had stopped. He was rubbing my bottom with his hand. He pulled me
over to his throne. Would he sit down and continue my spanking? I had
been so very bad. I had never felt so ashamed in all of my life. By
trying to leave him I had only hurt myself.

He
pushed my head down on his throne. My hands came forward and my skirt
came up again. My bottom was still raised in the air. He thrust
himself into me, grinding himself into me. Spanking me with his body
now. He was touching me in a way that was new but so pleasurable to
me. I had no idea that changing positions would make that much of a
difference.

I was
moaning so loudly in pleasure while I heard others scream in pain. I
was even getting louder. He had his hands on my hips and controlled
our every move. It felt so amazingly good that I knew I couldn't hold
on to reality much longer. He thrust so wildly into me. He moved my
bottom towards him as he thrust forward. It was a so beautiful
experience with him that I cried in sorrow over my bad behavior and
in pleasure for what he was doing to me.

He
grew harder and wilder and I screamed as my pleasure washed over me.
But he wasn't finished. He continued and he was driving me mad. I had
just had an orgasm and I already desperately needed another one. His
savage bucking drove me over the edge again and then again a minute
later. First then did he let go and came inside of me. My body clench
all around him. I wanted to keep him inside of me forever. I loved
him so much. He held me in this position for a long time.

I
whimpered when he pulled out of me. I could hear him cleaning himself
off as he had at breakfast. This could only mean that a slave was
there with a bowl of water and a cleaning sponge. She got to see me
like this, a red inflamed behind and a wet and dripping area between
my legs. I was hiding nothing from her as I heard another woman being
whipped. She screamed out in pain and begged her man to stop.

Aide
cleaned me with the sponge. The cool water shocked me. I jumped away
from him and he pulled me back by my hip. I had disappointed him
again. He turned me to him then. I felt fresh tears roll down my
already tear-streaked face.

“I'm
so sorry, please say that you still love me and want me.” I fell
onto his chest. I sobbed for a long time and he said nothing for the
longest time.

Was he
questioning my love for him? I kissed him as high as I could reach. I
got up to his jaw. I loved him so much.

He
said something, I think to the intercom. He pulled me out of the
room. He was still very mad. I had just pulled too much,
disappointing him so.

He was
taking me to his room. Would that mean that he was keeping me? I
tried to cheer up and smile at him but I figured that if his mood was
so dark than maybe I wasn't supposed to be happy either.

A
slave was coming out of his room as we went in. She bowed her head as
she passed us. She only looked at me for a second but I thought I saw
pity in her eyes. We were in with the door closed before I could get
a good look at her.

Aide
pushed me roughly against the wall. He was opening the laces on my
bodice. He didn't smile at me playfully. His lips were still so tense
with tension. He was just still mad. This would be especially hard to
make up.

He
didn't have any of the problems removing the garment that he had
putting it on.

I
probably wasn't allowed to wear clothes in our room, I reasoned with
myself.

He
turned me with my face pinned to the wall as he opened my skirt. I
stepped out of it as he wanted. He pulled me up the steps to the bed.
I kept my eyes on him, wondering why it had hurt so much to be away
from him. If this was due to Stockholm syndrome then I had never
heard of it. But it had been real pain to be apart from him. The only
thing that I could understand was that I was already deeply in love
with him.

He
stared at me for a bit and then he tore his look away from me. He
pushed me down on the bed face first. He had me kneeling on the floor
with my upper body laying over the bed. There was a whip laying on
the bed next to me. I turned my head away from the whipped and
grabbed the blankets that I was laying on with my fists, waiting for
what was to come.

I
heard swoosh in the air before it hit already beaten flesh. It felt
like it was cutting my skin opened. I cried out. The next blow
followed the first so quickly that I didn't have a chance to catch my
breath.

The
next blow landed low. I yelped in pain and the next two landed on the
same spot. Tears were pouring out of me. I screamed out loudly when
he hit my right cheek three times on the same spot. He moved a little
so he could give my left cheek the same treatment. I screamed and
pulled the blankets closer to me. I fought a losing battle to keep my
hands away from my bottom.

He
whipped all over my bottom and thighs. I had lost control. My hands
flew back to cover up the abused area. I sobbed and begged him to
stop. He whipped my hands until I pulled them away and hid them under
my body. He whipped my backside even harder than before, paying
special attention to the low spot that had hurt so much. I screamed
in my pain until my voice gave out. Unfortunately his arm was nowhere
near giving out. He spoke to me as he whipped my limp body. I wanted
to understand him so I would never end up in this position again.

The
whipping felt like it had lasted for hours but I was pretty sure that
it had only been around two minutes. He sat down on the bed next to
me. My face was still turned away from him. I didn't want to look at
him to see if I was finally forgiven. I also didn't want to see the
disappointed look in his eyes. Was my punishment over? My regret
built and built as I thought about what I had done from different
angles.

“I'm
so sorry. I can't believe I did that to you. That was most likely
very embarrassing. I'll never do it again,” I sobbed with a voice
that scratch at my throat, pained from the screaming I had done. He
sat next to me having to wonder if I had told him off or apologized,
regretting my actions.

I
moved my hand towards him, wanting him to hold it and tell me
everything was alright. I was strong enough to hear a 'no,' taking my
punishment if it wasn't over with.

He
laid down on the bed next to me. He picked up my hand and laid it
over his heart, gently stroking it with his hand. I moved in closer
to him but I still didn't look at him. He just pet my hand. I had a
feeling like, he felt bad that I had made him do that to me.

A few
minutes later. I lifted my head to look at him. He was waiting for
this moment, he had been watching me. He had tears in his eyes too. I
lifted myself up so I was laying on his chest. I couldn't help it but
I had to start right in crying again. I felt so bad. “I'm so
sorry.”

He
held me tight and talked to his intercom. I was probably keeping him
away from his duties. I yawned and fell asleep scolding myself to
never listen to the others again.

I woke
up in pain and cold. I was still laying on top of him. Both of his
arms were wrapped around me. One hand was laying on my red bottom. I
fought the tears back but I was unsuccessful. I sobbed on his chest
again.

He
hugged me tight to him. Had he laid still so long so I could sleep on
him? I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He wiped my tears
away and returned his hand to my bottom. He stared in my eyes again.
What did he see in them that held his interest for so long?

“I'm
so sorry,” I told him.

“Shh,
shh.” He didn't look angry anymore. He looked like he loved me
again. I smiled at him weakly. He smiled back and my smile grew. I
was so thrilled that he wasn't mad at me anymore. His smile grew with
mine. He picked me up and kissed me. He brought me into the bathroom,
setting me down on the toilet but I jumped up again.

Aide
looked at me for a bit and then he picked me up and slowly set me
down again. I trembled, trying to pretend I wasn't in pain. I felt a
tear roll down my face defeating my cause. I peed while he held me.
He made the toilet flush and them lifted me up into his arms again.
He had to really love me too to be so gentle with me. Well, after the
fact.

Aide
called out the bathtub and laid me in the water. He undressed and
joined me. He pulled me close again and cleaned me. I was too weak to
do much other than to lay on his chest and watch him. He paid special
attention to my hair. I fell asleep on his chest again. I woke up
when he sat me up so he could jump out of the tub.

I
lifted up the sponge and looked at him confused. I hadn't washed him
yet.

He
laughed and plucked me out of the water as always. He set me on the
floor. I had to lean on his chest. He held me. I felt forgiven as I
looked up into his eyes. When we were dry. He started in with his
favorite task, brushing my hair. It fell so softly around my shoulder
blades, covering them.

He led
me out and picked up my clothes and started dressing me again. He
smiled at me a lot and I smiled at him shyly too. After I was dressed
he too covered himself. That was a pity. He had a body that he didn't
need to be ashamed of. He took me by my hand and pulled me out of the
door.

He
brought me into the dining room. He raced to his spot and sat down. I
was so dizzy from the run here that I collapsed onto his lap. He
pulled me in close. The others who were here sat then.

I
noticed that Francesca and Anne were also wearing clothes. I liked
that I wasn't the only one anymore.

Tanya
was the only naked one at the table. She looked very uncomfortable
about this. She was just as naked as the serving slaves.

Jenny,
Becky and Kate weren't here but the missing woman, Sarah, was here
and she was dressed too. She sat quite happily on her man's lap. She
was even smiling at him and at everyone else.

I was
so tired that my eyes drooped shut. Aide gave me a shake and held his
finger out to me. I shook my head and cuddled into his chest, rubbing
my face against him like a cat would.

He
gave me another shake. I looked at him. He raised his hand up to show
that he would hit me if I didn't eat.

I
nodded that I would but I wanted water first so I made the hand
motions for that. He got my goblet and gave it to me approvingly. As
I drank I listened to Anne explain the how of things here to Sarah.
They were quickly becoming best friends by the sound of it.

“The
one in the middle is the leader's woman. She is one of us but we
aren't to talk to her and she isn't allowed to talk to anyone either.
You can't touch her either. Just he can. She was the first to get
clothes and as you can see she is the prettiest and has the biggest
boobs. That means a lot here. I have been watching the servants. The
bigger the boobs the higher up they are. As you can see here the one
with the biggest boobs serves them and just them. But if you watch
you can see that even she can't touch her.” Anne was out of breath
when finished. “You do know that you have to eat from his finger
right? If you don't you get spanked on the spot, here, right in front
of everyone. Even she gets spanked here if she doesn't behave.”

“Yes,
he taught me how he wants me to eat already,” Sarah replied as she
shuttered a little.

“Oh,
another thing, if he wants you here he will take you here. It
honestly happens.” She sunk her head in shame a little.

“Her
too?” Sarah didn't believe her.

“Yeah,
her too. It happened to me this morning. I refused to bow to the
leader and my man spanked me hard and then we . . . Well, you know.”

I
smiled at that. She made it sound like he had practically raped her
but the truth was it was the other way around.

Aide
held his finger out to me. I sucked a little over zealously. He
laughed at me but quickly gave me more.

Francesca
only had eyes for her man. He fed her and didn't talk to Aide like
they usually did. Aide was feeding me quicker and quicker. He was
urgent to get me back to our room. I could hardly wait. I wanted him
inside of me. Knowing that he wanted it too made me a little antsy.
He called for our servant / slave woman to clear away the dished.