Generational Sins (31 page)

"Tell David what you want him to do to you."

"I want you to finish binding me to the table, and then I want you to spank my ass until it's nice and warm."

"Keep going, Katlyn."

"And then I want you to fuck me hard and make me come all over your hard cock."

Cody chucked again. "If that doesn't make you hard, man, nothing will."

"Oh, I'm plenty hard," my Master responded, but then he spoke again, and his voice was not so sure. "You won't let me hurt her, right?"

"I've got your back. You take this side, and I'll start with the other side. Okay? I'll be right here with you."

A moment later I felt them both kneeling, one on either side of me. David gently ran his hand along my arms, down over my sides to my hips. He slowly inched around behind me until he had a three-quarter view of my hips and ass.

"Mirror me," Cody said.

Cody started at the base of the table, by my knees and looped a coil of rope around my thigh, lashing me to the table. David did the same, but I could feel the rope shaking in his hands.

"Good," Cody continued. "One more higher up."

Cody tapped the inside of my thigh with the back of his hand. "Spread wider."

I shifted uncomfortably in an effort to comply. They made one more set of loops that ran along the crease between my leg and my pussy and then connected on my lower back right above my ass where they tied them off. The ropes gave me no friction, nothing to rub against, but their proximity to my aching core was nearly unbearable.

"Color, Katlyn?"

"Green, Sir."

"David?"

"I need a minute," he responded.

I closed my eyes. I hoped that I was not asking too much of him. What if he really wasn't ready? I hadn't exactly asked for this, although he knew that I need it. I couldn't help but feel that maybe I was pushing too hard.

I took a deep breath and tried to settle into my sub-space. It wasn't my responsibility. Cody was here to help David. I was just supposed to do my part, which did not involve over thinking things.

I heard them shuffling in one of the bags. "Okay, man," Cody said, "When you're ready, I want you to take her picture. I want you to take at least fifty shots, the whole way around her. Get every angle."

Well that was new. David and I had been in a habit of never recording anything. We did not want to leave anything around for Richard to find, so videos and pictures were decidedly not a part of our routine.

Knowing Cody though, this probably didn’t have anything to do with the images. Cody was forcing him to look at me. He was giving him the camera as a barrier, making it easier, but still getting him to be comfortable with seeing me bent over and tied to a table. It didn't even matter if there was a memory card in the camera. It was the action that mattered.

I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy vulnerability of my position. I could take no action and therefore had no responsibility. I allowed the stress to seep out of my body and into the unforgiving wood of the table below me.

A moment later I heard a shutter click. Then another. He started on my left side and worked his way around to the front. He produced a steady pattern of clicks, the noise way rhythmic and soothing.

Click. Breathe. Click. Breathe.

I basked in the glow of his attention like a cat on a windowsill.

Click. Breathe. Click. Breathe.

"You're doing fine," Cody encouraged. "Keep it nice n’ steady."

The meter of the clicks slowed slightly as he rounded my other side, but he did not stop. He completed his circle and then breathed an audible sigh of relief.

"Good," Cody said, "How do you feel?"

"I'm okay. Better."

"Katlyn? How do you feel?"

"I'm horny as hell," I answered with a smile.

I had a feeling that I would pay for that answer later.

I pulled the CF card out of the camera and put it in my pocket. I handed the camera back to Cody. I would dispose of the pictures, unless Kat wanted to see them. This exercise was not about making pornographic images. It was about me getting comfortable with Kat again. Having something to do with my hands did make it easier. I couldn't let my imagination get quite so carried away when I had a task to perform. Kat was right. There was freedom in following orders.

"Good," Cody said looking at me. "How do you feel?"

"I'm okay. Better," I said. It was true. I was still nervous as hell, but I was able to take a detailed look at my wife's naked ass and not freak out. It was an improvement, but I knew that this was still going to take time.

"Katlyn? How do you feel?"

"I'm horny as hell," she answered cheekily.

Fuck.

I knew that she had said it just to be deliberately forward. She was pushing, and she knew it. She was very unsubtly asking for punishment. Tying her up was one thing, and it had been hard enough. I knew I couldn't spank her. If she screamed, it would kill me. I was at an impasse. I knew what she needed, and I knew that I didn't have the strength to give it to her.

"Are you going to let her talk like that to you, David?" Cody asked. His gaze was calculating. He was trying to determine how far he could push me. He was a very experienced Dom, and knowing how far to push came with experience. I was pretty sure that he knew I was at my limit.

I can't do it. Tears burned in my eyes.

"I'm going to give you some choices," Cody said, his voice was gentler than it had been. He knew that this would not be an easy decision for me.

"We both know what she needs—what she's practically begging for. I'm going to recommend about fifteen strokes with a leather strap or about twenty with one of the floggers, but she may wind up needing more than that."

I nodded at him. That sounded about right to me too.

"We have three options the way I see it," he continued. "You can do it, and I'll supervise. Personally, I don't think that's the best option. I don't think you can handle it right now, and I don't want you to accidentally hurt her or yourself because you decide mid-throw that you can't follow through."

I swallowed hard. I didn't like that option either. I wasn't ready.

"Option two, is you can take a walk to the end of the road and back. I'll only need ten minutes."

"You're asking me to leave her?" I asked, horrified. No. That was unacceptable.

"I'm asking you to get some fresh air. You need to cool off, and she needs for this to happen. When you come back you can do her aftercare."

I trusted him. She trusted him. I knew that he wouldn't hurt her, but I still couldn't bear to walk out on her. There had to be another way. "What's the third option?"

"You go sit on the floor by her head and watch me do it."

That would be very hard for me, but I thought it was the best choice. It would be the best for her.

"Yeah, let's do that," I said.

"Okay, but I’m givin’ you some rules, for your own safety and hers, and if you even think about breakin’ one of these rules, I will lock you out of your own goddamn house until I finish the set. Do you hear me?"

"Yeah. What are the rules?"

"Don't touch her anywhere below the neck. If you try to put your hand between my whip and her backside, it'll break your fucking fingers."

I nodded. That made sense. I needed to accept the fact that she wanted this. I couldn't protect her from it, and I would only succeed in injuring myself if I tried.

"Number two: keep your mouth shut. If you want to talk to her, you can talk dirty. Tell her your fantasies. Tell her how sexy she is. I don't care 'cause that'll probably make her hotter, but do not try to comfort her. Telling her that it's almost over or that it’s going to be okay will only humiliate her. She should not feel guilty for enjoying this, and your making it seem like a horrific experience will not help. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, last rule: remember that I am doing this for her benefit. If you come at me because you suddenly decide that I'm hurting her, I will not bat an eye before beating the shit out of you."

I didn't doubt him. He could probably take me. I wasn’t in bad shape, but I didn’t spend all day roping steers.

"I understand," I said.

"Repeat the rules back to me."

"What is this? Fucking kindergarten? I said I understand."

"You would make a terrible fucking submissive. You're disobedient as shit."

I laughed bitterly. It was true. "Fine. Don't touch her below the neck. Don't touch you at all. And, don't try to comfort her."

"Right. Go sit with her."

I sat down cross-legged on the floor beside the table. She smiled at me and then blushed. She was so fucking adorable.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded. Cody moved around the room, making sure that he had enough space and that he was properly equipped.

"Katlyn?" Cody asked.

"Yes, Sir?" she responded.

"Focus on me right now."

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm going to give you ten. Count."

I cringed at the sound of the leather strap. I knew from experience that the noise was worse than the actual blow, but that didn't help me. I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch.

"One," she said. Her voice was calm and steady.

He hit her again and this time she shifted slightly, the ropes holding her secure. I chanced a peek at her face and kept telling myself that this was worse for me than it was for her. She smiled softly at me.

"Two," she said. It was breathier this time, more arousal.

He found a rhythm after that, and she began to writhe on the table. Her counting turned into these sexy little moans that shot straight to my cock. I watched her, unable to tear my eyes away. She was so fucking hot, her face showed pure fucking bliss. I had never seen this before, having always been on the giving end of her whip, and it was mesmerizing. I always knew from the sound of her voice that she enjoyed it, but this was something else.

After three, I started talking to her. I told her every thought in my head. I told her how hard I was for her, how much I wanted to fuck her. I told her how amazing she looked.

By six, I was sure that she was going to orgasm right there on the table. I also thought that I might come in my pants.

By eight, I could tell that she was starting to feel it. She bit her bottom lip, and tears started to form in her eyes.

He stopped at ten, but I could tell that she wasn't ready to stop. Her face held an expression somewhere between pain and ecstasy.

"Katlyn, where are we?" Cody asked.

"Green, Sir," she replied.

"David?"

"Give her five more."

"Do you want five more, Katlyn?"

"Yes, please."

"Ask for it."

He was making her speak. By the sound of her voice he could better judge if she was really ready to continue or not. I was a little upset that he wouldn't take my word for it, but if the situation had been reversed, I wouldn't have taken his word for it either. His job right now was to protect her, and that meant that he had to be sure, for himself, that she was okay. He was looking out for her, and I would be eternally in his debt for that. He was a really great mentor. Kat and I were lucky to have him.

"Please, Sir, if it would please you, let me have five more."

"Count."

It stung more now because we'd taken a slight break. Two strokes into the second set she started to cry in earnest. He dragged the last three out, giving her a chance to really feel each one. She was sobbing at the end, but her body posture was relaxed.

"Untie her and take her off of the table," Cody directed.

I did as he told me, starting with her legs and then working my way up. I untied her hands last, and she put her arms around my neck, allowing me to pull her into my lap. I checked her hands and feet. Everything was nice and warm. I rocked her and held her as she got her tears under control.

This is what we needed. It was what I needed, at least. I needed to feel like I could be a comfort to her. She felt so small and vulnerable in my arms. Normally she was so fiercely independent that I never got to be her knight in shining armor, but I wanted to feel useful. I wanted to know that her life was better because of me.

Cody gave us a moment before standing. "Take her to bed," he said. "I'll be back in the morning, ‘bout nine."

I nodded. "You know how to get to the hotel?"

"Yeah. You have my cell. Call if you need me."

"Thank you. I really appreciate what you're doing for us."

He let himself out. I had offered to let him stay here with us, but he said that he thought a hotel would be better. He thought that we would need some alone time for this to be effective. He was probably right. So I had set him up in a nice hotel that wasn't too far from us. The least I could do for him was pay all of his expenses. I had tried to compensate him for any lost wages as well, but he said that he was salaried and using the vacation time was not a problem. I hoped to be able to repay him someday.