It's What They Do-Chapter 20
Puck sat on the bed, back propped on the wall and Rachel climbed over his lap. She noticed that he didn’t arrange pillows or blankets for her this time. She hadn’t expected any. Nor did she expect the opportunity to put this off at all by giving him a blow job. He’d made it clear that this was about punishment, not enjoyment. He did the same thing he did the last time she’d been in this position; rubbed his hands over her lower back, butt and thighs, wanting the start of the punishment to take her by surprise. She tried to relax as much as possible-
31. I can do that-he’ll probably get at least halfway just spanking me. I can take 20 or so more with-
His voice interrupted her internal monologue.
“Rachel?”
“Yes, Sir?”
I saw your face when I got to 31. You thought you were home free, didn’t you Baby? Surprise.
“There’s one more thing.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Those 31 strokes are only for the extra money you cost me. They won’t be with my hand. I’m starting with my hand and this spanking is for your general disobedience, including your stunt at the pharmacy. I don’t start counting the 31 until I’m done with these-and I won’t be done with these ‘till your ass is bright red and burning hot.”
Before Rachel had time to register the words burning hot, Puck’s hand came down flat and hard across both ass cheeks.
“Aahhh” Unlike the last time, he didn’t take time to warm up or build into it-he just began her spanking by slamming his hand full force into her ass. He brought it down again and again, not stopping to allow Rachel to catch her breath.
“Oww, ahaa-“ The noises got a little louder but-
You’re still just uncomfortable, Baby. It doesn’t hurt yet.
His right hand kept a steady pounding-left cheek, right, right again, left. Puck didn’t spank in any kind of rhythm-he didn’t want her to be able to anticipate where he would hit next. He alternated between her cheeks and her sit spots, the round globes warming under his hand. His left hand rested next to him. He’d thought about holding her waist to keep her still but he wanted her active submission. She’d earned this and fuck it, she was going to have to keep herself in position for it.
Rachel knew that she wasn’t being held in place. She fought against the urge to roll away or clench or try and evade Noah’s hands. She knew why he didn’t hold her down and she knew what the consequences would be for moving away but-
Oh God, this is starting to hurt. This is what I asked for but-okay, breath-breathe
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Rachel couldn’t help the cry that escaped her lips when Noah started to smack faster. His hand had been going back and forth, but then he focused on her sit spots. The tears started to collect behind her eyes when his rough, callused, guitar-player’s fingers stopped smacking and started pull and pinch at the soft skin of her sit spots.
“Aaaaaahhhh-oooowwwwww”
“Warm Baby- but not quite hot enough.”
Puck started back in at a furious pace, feeling the warmth and the sting on his hand as he blistered Rachel’s ass. His hand came down without pausing, one side, the other, back again, and again, down to her sit spots. When he heard the thickness of tears in the noises she was making, he knew he was just about done with the hand spanking.
“Count these last 10 out loud.”
Rachel moaned out loud at his command. She knew he was making her count because it would force her to focus and not let her lose herself in just riding out the pain.
“ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN!!”
Rachel screamed the last number and Puck’s hand slowed. He stopped spanking but he let his hand wander over her ass, feeling the heat and observing the deep pink that had risen there. The next part he was going to switch up a little.
“Bend over the bed. Upper body down, ass up and out-legs apart. Any time I tell you to bend over the bed, that’s the position I want.”
“YY-y-y-yes Sir.” Rachel stammered and sniffled but she wasn’t full on crying yet. She jumped up quickly to follow his orders, dreading what might be coming but dreading more what would happen if she didn’t obey immediately. She heard Noah walking around behind her but she wouldn’t look.
No sense borrowing trouble and I’ll feel whatever it is soon enough.
His voice broke the silence. “How’s your ass feel? And be honest. You know what I want.”
Yes, I do-use my words. Why does this excite me sooo much? Be honest-that means he knows that it isn’t-
“It-it hurts but it isn’t unbearable. It’s hot and feels tight and it-it stings but it’s okay.”
“Good girl. When you did your research, what did you find out about spanking implements? Why change implements during a spanking?”
He’s really not asking me to-? Is he? That means he’s going to -I wanted this-I
“Rachel, I asked you a question.” Puck’s hand came down hard on her ass again-and again-and again. Three more hard, quick hits directly on her sit spots. “I’m waiting for an answer.”
Rachel spit out, “You switch implements so the one being spanked doesn’t get numb and so the sensations are separate and distinct.”
Puck held in a laugh-only Rachel could have her ass in the air, bright red from his hand and still sound like a dictionary. He reached out again to caress her heated ass, grabbing hard at the inflamed lower portions where he’d concentrated the spanks.
“Now we start the 31 strokes. You’ll get these in sets of 10 and then the last 1 by itself.”
He stopped talking and Rachel heard a whistling sound cutting the air. Before she could identify the noise, she felt something land on her ass, and then a white-hot pain rise in the exact same spot. She howled as the pain rose sharply and a hot ache followed in its place. There was no help for it this time, tears rolled down her face instantly.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh”
A cane, he has a cane-oh my God-hurts, hurts-
She felt his hand on her bottom, tracing over the welt that had risen quickly. As Rachel panted, trying to breathe through the sensation, she saw something in front of her face. It was another wooden dowel, like he’s used before-only longer-this one was closer to 2 feet long.
Puck knew he’d need to be extremely careful here. A cane applied with too much force could break the skin. Not enough force and it’s not much worse than a slightly unpleasant sting.
He pulled the dowel back from Rachel’s line of vision.
“You have a choice here. That was strong. This-“ Rachel heard the swish through the air again just before the second stroke connected, just above the first, “is medium.” She let out a screech, partially from real pain and partially in anticipation of another white hot pain like the first. The second time was extremely painful but still not as bad as the first. The spreading pain that followed was deep but not as agonizing as the first stroke.
“You can have 5 hard or 10 medium.” The first time he’d given her a choice like that, with his belt, she chose the fewer number but harder strokes. Rachel knew there was no way she could take 4 more strokes like that first one. The fiery sting from that one still ached.
“I-I’ll take the 10 medium, Sir.”
Puck wasn’t surprised. He stepped closer to her so he wouldn’t have to swing wide and possibly wrap the flexible rod around her hip. He drew his arm back and brought the rod against her ass a third time, directly below the first two marks.
“Owwwwwwwwww,” Rachel wailed, tears flowing freely. She hoped he didn’t ask her to count these. It would take all her effort not to jump away.
Medium or not, these are ungodly-Aaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhh
The next five came quickly, but none of it was quick enough for Rachel. Between strikes, Puck rolled the dowel across the previously laid marks, making Rachel hiss and moan as the tears flowed.
“I’ll count those first 2 in the 10, so you only have 2 more.”
Only??? Had she not been in so much pain, Rachel might have laughed. Her legs were starting to shake from the strain of holding her position and forcing herself not to clench or shy away.
“Ass out, Rachel.”
She pushed her behind out, lifting slightly on the balls of her feet.
The 9th stroke was the first one to cross over any other and that was so painful that Rachel wailed loudly and started to break her position, acting on instinct only. Her legs bent and she was almost off the bed when Puck spoke.
“Get back in position NOW or that one doesn’t count.” Puck lowered his voice and bent down next to her ear. In a low growl, dripping with sex he whispered, “This is what you wanted Baby-darkest desires. Can you submit to them? Submit to me?”
Rachel knew she could call Caroline and she knew he wouldn’t be mad if she did but she would be mad at herself. This was what she’d thought about all those nights with those books and her imagination. It was what she’d wanted for so long.
I’ve wanted this-God, it hurts so bad, but I want-
She slowly straightened her legs and angled her upper body down, pushing her rear out to him.
“I’ll give you that one-I know this is new-but that’s it. Last one.”
He didn’t bring the rod down as hard as he had for the first “hard” stroke, but it was more powerful than the previous “medium” ones. He might not make her take the whole stroke over, but there would be a consequence for breaking position.
The rod hit her ass, again crossing other welts and Rachel let out a high-pitched sound somewhere between a moan and wail. The bed was soaked with tears and she couldn’t stop the shaking in her legs.
Puck sat on the bed and pulled her across his lap, careful not to touch her ass. He knew they needed a break in the punishment and he ran his hands over her back and through her hair. “Shhhhhh Baby, ssshhhh-that’s over. All over. You took that really well- Shhhhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
He waited for her to calm down some. He didn’t wait too long-she still had 21 more. He didn’t plan to let her out of those. After her letter, he knew how much she really did want this. The next ten would give her ass a break though.
“Okay Baby-you’re okay. C’mon. Up. Stand up-eyes on me. Hands behind your back-just like at the lake.”
Rachel grabbed Noah’s hand and got to her feet. She didn’t question him, just stood in position and lifted her face to meet his eyes, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.
“How does your ass feel?”
“Like it’s on fire. It hurts on the outside and under the skin.”
He nodded. She’d stopped crying when he was holding her but he could see the tear stains on her face. He was about to put more. No point putting it off any longer. He moved to stand beside her.
“Hold that position. Do. Not. Unclasp. Your. Hands.”
He didn’t give her any options this time. The first stroke of the rod came down across both breasts, above her nipples. Rachel’s head snapped back, her eyes scrunched shut and a low moan of pain filled the room.
This hurts soooo much. I can’t-I can’t-I-I-wan’t-I can’t-I
The next two strokes caught the sensitive undersides of her right breast and then her left. She didn’t try anymore to contain her noises or her tears.
“Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhh!!!!”
When the first stroke came directly across her nipples, Rachel screamed and dug her fingers into her hands to keep from unclasping them. The second direct nipple stroke came immediately following and her howls of pain made Puck immensely thankful that these walls were soundproofed
Rachel bit hard on her lip to avoid begging him to stop. She didn’t break the skin but she knew her lip would be puffy and bruised later.
Five more, I can’t take-I can’t-
Two more on top and one across the bottom of both and amid the tears and the moans, Rachel knew exactly where the last two would land.
Almost before the thought made it through her brain, the rod came hard across her left nipple and then her right.
Rachel truly thought she might lose her voice from that. Her nipples had also been amazingly sensitive and Noah punishing them like this was as close to unbearable as anything she could imagine. Her knuckles were white, her lip was sore and swollen and her breasts felt like they were going to explode.
Puck thought briefly about making her lay on her stomach on the bed, pressing into her sore tits. He decided not to because he knew his last stroke would be hard enough on her.
Might as well cut her a break now
“Bend over the bed.” That was all he had to say-she moved to the same position he’d made her take earlier.
Rachel placed her hands back on the bed and lowered her upper body to rest on the mattress. She couldn’t control the tremors that shook her entire body. She knew there was going to be another spanking and all she could think of was Noah’s belt. She hated that belt and the thought of the leather on top of the welts already peppering her body was enough to make her shake.
Puck thought he knew what was freaking her out so bad. He knew how she felt about his belt and while he’d enjoyed mind-fucking her earlier, he didn’t want her to lose it completely now.
“Not the belt for this, Baby”
Rachel started to cry at his words. She knew she only had 11 left to take and the fact that they wouldn’t be with his belt gave her a little more strength. The full body shaking eased and she took a deep breath.
Puck stood behind her and ran his hands over her ass.
“I know, Baby. Almost over.” He held up a ping pong paddle in front of her eyes.
A paddle? I don’t know-I’ve never-
Rachel felt something hard and flat connect with her rear. It felt stiff against her welts on top of the spanking she’d gotten with his hand but she was still so relieved that it wasn’t the belt that she thought she could make it through another 9 without too much trouble.
Anything is better than that belt. Anything.
Puck administered the last 9 smacks with the paddle, alternating between each cheek and her sit spots. He didn’t take it too easy on her but he didn’t bring the full strength of his arm. His intention was to make her ass extra sore and drive home the submissiveness of her position. Rachel moaned lowly and there were some small tears as the paddle made contact with the welts, but she managed to make it through without screaming. Rachel didn’t move or break position but the tension eased out of her body when she heard Noah call “10.”
30-I did it. One more. I can do this.
“One more, Baby. One more then it’s all over. Stay in this position.”
“Yy-yes-Sir”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH”
With no warning, Puck brought his belt straight up between Rachel’s legs, the leather slapping hard against her bare pussy lips. Her legs buckled, and she fell to the floor, grabbing between her legs.
Her sobs came hard and seemed to be; Noah bent down and helped her onto the bed. He pulled her close to him and twisted her so she was lying on her side, not putting any weight on her front or back. He rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair, waiting for her sobs to ease.
“Ssshhhh Baby, it’s all over. You did great, Baby. You did-so proud of you-so good. Love you, Baby. Love you soooo much.”
“N-N-Noah-wh-ww-why-- that?”
“You’ll remember it the most next time you’re tempted to disobey- won’t you?”
She didn’t answer but he felt her small nod. She whimpered slightly and clutched at his leg while he gently stroked her head. They sat quietly together for a minute when Noah eased off the bed and walked to the bathroom. Rachel didn’t raise her head from the mattress when he returned and his weight settled on the bed.
“Noah?”
“Sshhh, Baby. Just lay there- I’ve got you.”
Rachel heard a cap click open and suddenly there was coolness covering her breasts. “Mmmmm, ohhh, that feels wonderful, Noah.”
“Aloe Vera gel, Baby. Just relax.”
He continued rubbing the cooling gel into her breasts then she felt him move behind her and the same coolness on her rear. She hissed briefly as his hand made contact but he was nothing but gentle as he ghosted his hands across her body. Rachel felt herself starting to fall asleep and wondered how that was possible with all the soreness across her body.
Noah got up again and Rachel heard water running. She felt herself drifting off when Noah knelt next to the bed and eased Rachel’s legs apart. She shook her head groggily, “N-n-no, please no more.”
Noah whispered softly, “No more-just open for me. No more, I promise.”
Rachel parted her knees slightly and let out a breathy sigh as Noah softly placed a cool washcloth on her outer lips. She sleepily murmured, “So good-thank you Noah.”
“Just relax, Baby. Sleep.” Noah began humming lowly-no particular song, just a soft little tune to help her drift off to sleep.
The last thought in Rachel’s mind before she fell completely asleep was to briefly wonder-and be astounded and slightly amused at herself for it-when they could do this again. She let out a small, contented sigh.
Puck watched Rachel fall asleep and stayed next to her until he was certain she wouldn’t wake up again soon. As he tucked the covers around her and pulled a pillow under her head, he wondered about the expression on her face.
It was a soft half-smile.