Kate Educates Jacob #9

Forgiveness

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“Thank you for working so hard for us. It’s time to move on now, babe. You’re forgiven.”

She walked me slowly, arm in arm, to a comfortable armchair, then gently encouraged me into it.

Kate seemed happy and almost skipped across the floor to a chest of drawers against the wall, rifling through the topmost one for something inside. She skipped back with a white tube.

“It’s an analgesic cream that will help ease the pain inside you. Can you raise and spread your legs?”

I obeyed her without embarrassment or hesitation, pulling my legs backwards from under the knees while she gently applied the tube to my anus, inserting its end and squirting the soothing cream inside. Kate stood while I sat, never breaking eye contact, and with her face inches from mine, until she eventually removed the tube.

Kate squeezed and then lathered a finger up with the cream, inserting her digit carefully to make sure a soothing coating was evenly spread inside. She worked my anus expertly, covering my flaming back passage walls and prostate gland, smiling when I got hard again.

“You’re back to normal, that’s good.”

The relief was instant but not complete; the burning inside me subsided, although I knew it would take time to disappear completely. I felt more comfortable, inside and out. She took my penis in her hand and stroked her index finger up and down the vein on the back of my shaft. Her smile brought levity and instantly whisked me off to a better place. I wanted to make her happy because I felt deeply content and completely in Kate’s enthral.

“I have to agree with Tiffany though, you have a monster penis. It’s such a shame for her she’ll never enjoy it.”

Kate lowered her head, peeled my foreskin back with her hand, and I watched her jaw loosen and twist slightly to fit the head of my enormous cock into her mouth. Few girlfriends had even tried to do that for me. Once she was content with my fit, she sucked and slurped gently with a tongue that felt like a velvet glove.

Kate sucked and licked her tongue around my shaft, flicking the banjo string playfully, then sucking again, bobbing her head up and down to midway along my cock.

She cleaned my pre-cum with her warm, wet mouth, making sure not to start a full on blowjob that might lead to my orgasm. When Kate finished cleaning me, she made a popping sound, forcing my cock out of her mouth, almost dry.

Kate kissed me hard, lingering her lips on mine as if massaging them with a silken cloth.

“Sharing is caring, and we must manage our hygiene together.”

I tasted my cock when she transferred its salty flavour from her tongue to mine. It felt sensual, and I loved it.

“Do you fancy a glass of wine, Jacob?”

“Yes, please.”

“You messed the bed up a little, although I’m proud you didn’t shoot your load on it. Clean it before you join me in the living room. You can use a cloth and disinfectant spray in the toilet cupboard, otherwise you’ll wear out your tongue.”

She didn’t wait for a response, comfortable I would obey her even though she’d asked nicely. I set about my chore, making sure not to miss a spot.

I joined Kate in the living room as she set two glasses of Grand Vin de Bordeaux on a small glass table near the panorama windows. The storm raged like a tempest celebrating my absolution. The combination of violence outside with peace and love inside warmed me.

I swirled the expensive ruby wine in an oversized crystal goblet and sent my heartfelt thanks to the universe for sending me a gift. We tapped our glasses and sipped together.

“Do you feel our conversation is strange, as if we’ve known each other a lot longer, Kate?”

“It’s because of the intimacy we’ve shared over the last few hours. We’ve journeyed into each other’s souls in a way some couples never shall.”

“Is that what figging does?”

“We fixed a problem in a few hours that some couples would agonise over for weeks and then raise every time they argued.”

Kate had a life philosophy that I was learning to appreciate. I’d struggled to explain the type of relationship I wanted for so long and that had led to soul wrenching pain. I felt fortunate that I’d finally found what I wanted, in the most extraordinary of circumstances and in the worst possible version of myself. The woman sitting across from me wanted the best for both of us.

Early relationship awkwardness was gone, and I felt relieved there was no atmosphere between us over my past indiscretion. How could you be awkward around a woman that massaged your prostate gland with her index finger stuck up your ass?

She told me about herself, and I listened intently to her life story, the college years, and her career. Kate appreciated my attentiveness, rewarding me with a warmth, comfort and tenderness I’d never experienced in any relationship. I was falling for her and felt sure she knew it.

“You’ll meet my family soon, so I’ll keep that as a surprise.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“You’ll see. It’s nothing to worry over, but we’re not very conventional.”

Kate asked about me, and I answered her questions as far as I was comfortable. She knew how far to probe, understanding that I had painful scars that would take time to heal. We were naked throughout, snuggled together on an Italian leather couch, wrapped in a fleece blanket, and comfortable in each other’s arms, kissing but going no further.

At 3 AM, she stood up, picked up her handbag, and fished out the wooden hand brush.

“Shall we conclude?”

“Yes, please, but we haven’t had a first date.”

“I think a bottle of Bordeaux and a couple of hours on an Italian sofa qualify, don’t you?”

I was like a kid in a sweetshop and would have done anything for Kate.

“On your hands and knees, facing the window,”

I felt a thrill and mildly humiliated when I got down on the floor facing the storm outside, especially when Kate pushed my legs apart to splay my knees and spread my cheeks.

“Raise your chin and look straight out of the window like a proud Roman centurion.”

She sat astride my back, facing her target, while I had a view of the storm. The warmth of Kate’s pussy felt intense on my bare skin and her juices flowed until she slid easily across my spine, making herself comfortable.

She spurred her heels into my rib cage playfully, steadied herself and then draped her hair on my lower back, kissing me gently, sending shocks rippling through my body.

Stroke {Smack}

I felt a rush of air before an intense, stinging pain transferred from my butt cheeks to my brain. She’d struck my left cheek with full force and it surprised me, the pain was intense but subsided quickly before the next blow came.

I flinched, then she struck.

Stroke {Smack}

This time on the right cheek accompanied by an instant dopamine rush which lifted me, alleviating my pain.

Stroke {Smack}

Stroke {Smack}

Stroke {Smack}

Stroke {Smack}

Stroke {Smack}

Adrenaline flowed like a river when she repeated her spanking five times on each cheek, interspersed with equal pauses while counting aloud. Just when each sting abated, the next stroke came, and I wanted more and more.

My heart rate sped up, and my skin felt as though a thousand electrified pins had pricked it. My senses exploded with excitement, euphoria and my mind entered a deep concentration emptied of all thought except for Kate.

“This is not a punishment, Jake. It’s called a maintenance spanking. While I do this, I want you to remain silent and thoughtful, listen to my voice, and relax. I’m going to invest my time and effort in you, fairly soon your backside will numb and the pain will lessen. This is a teaching moment, and you must enjoy, but listen to me and obey.”

Kate’s maintenance spanking continued and its pain grew more intense, but strangely, more bearable, even desirable. I relaxed, always focusing my thoughts on her and the instructions she gave me. My butt cheeks burned, and the sensation felt wonderful. Endorphins flooded when my body chemistry applauded Kate’s spanking. I felt happy and wanted to scream for more.

“Twenty!”

“Thirty!”

“Forty!”

“Fifty!”

She counted in tens, stopping at the half century.

“How do you feel?”

Kate rested her palm on my butt cheeks and stroking the area she’d spanked so hard.

“Strangely relaxed, and quite outstanding, actually.”

It was crazy to imagine that this really was a therapy, and I hadn’t a care in the world.

“You should be relaxed. Careful spanking brings about a meditative state. The well-judged spacing and severity of each impact is causing you to release endorphins. Good, huh?”

“What about you, darling? What do you get?”

“I get control over you, which I very much like, by the way. I dictate these maintenance spankings, and use them for our mutual benefit. Slight tweaks to your behaviour not amounting to a full punishment, reminders for you, treats perhaps, an endorphin release when I think you need one, a physical escape from reality or stress busting for me, if I go a little more forcefully.”

“How often will you do this?”

“It depends on the situation. It might be daily, weekly or whenever I choose, when needed by either or both of us. I’ll decide. You won’t need to worry about how, when, why or how much. Punishment beatings will be very different, though. You don’t want to experience one, but I’m sure you will at some point.”

She continued her rhythmic pounding of my butt, counting out to seventy-five while working each cheek. I was sure both must be bright red. The more spanking that she dealt out, the more pleasure I felt and the more submissive I wanted to be. While she progressed through my inaugural spanking, I grew more attached to this incredibly powerful woman.

“We must agree on rules, Jake. For example, you can’t ask for spankings. Your discipline is solely at my discretion.”

“Understood.”

Her rhythm continued, with matching voice and tone.

“Just listen, don’t speak now, babe.”

She continued counting but didn’t stop at one hundred. We reached the next fifty before she spoke again.

Stroke {Smack} “You can’t cum without permission!”

Stroke {Smack} “Don’t masturbate without permission!”

Stroke {Smack} “Lose the potty mouth. I don’t like it!”

Stroke {Smack} “Always clean up your mess!”

Stroke {Smack} “Never lie, cheat or deceive me!”

She got to one hundred and seventy-five and then stopped.

“Stay where you are.”

Kate stood up and walked to a nearby room that I later discovered was a guest rest room. She returned and dried my back with a towel, then cleaned me with a wet wipe and towelled me off again. She wrapped herself in a second towel and sat down on my back.

“I’m rubbing Sudocrem and Vitamin E oil into your butt cheeks. It’s what parents use for nappy rash on their babies. It’ll heal these welts quickly, but you’ll be reminded of my instructions every time you sit down for a day or so.”

Kate massaged me for at least five minutes before allowing me to stand.

“Healing is important, too.”

We held each other in a naked embrace the gods of ancient Greece might envy while the storm gave way to a beautiful early morning sunrise and we kissed passionately, bathed in its glory. I held her naked body, drowning in Kate’s womanly scent, and I felt as though I was in paradise.

“How do you feel?”

“Completely overwhelmed.”

“Why so?”

“In twelve hours I’m forgiven, absolved, found acceptance and been delivered from the darkness in my soul.”

“You’ve also found yourself a girlfriend, and a begun a relationship.”

“I’m so happy.”

I lifted Kate high up so that she could look down at me, in part to admire what she now owned. She wrapped her legs around me and her hair cocooned both of us as she descended to kiss her property.

“It’s time we made love, Jacob.”

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