Rebecca - Punishment and recovery Part 6 (some sex)

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REBECCA Part 6

Afterwards

Frank heard the front door shut, she was gone. Thank goodness. He stared at Rebecca. The girl dripping with sweat, shaking and moaning.

Frank knelt down besides her. “Rebecca, I am going to look after you. Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt you again. I am not going to rape you. I am going to untie you and help you up."

He seemed to be getting through to her. “Please just let me lie for a bit.” He gently wiped her snotty face. She was a wreck, totally exhausted.

Rebecca stayed leaning on the saw horse for a long while. Her bum and thighs were purple and dark red, her back had a vivid dark red bands on each side. There was hardly any blood although down the sides of her bum where the tip of the cane had bitten into the flesh there were seeping purple splotches. That left breast was deep red and very swollen.

Eventually he had her up on her feet. “Put your gown on.”

“No, No, don’t touch me with anything."

She knelt on the bottom cellar steps and went up on her hands and knees. They got as far as the kitchen table where she held on trying to get some control.

"Come and lie on the bed.” Rebecca nodded. They slowly moved to the side of the bed. “Come on Rebecca, down you go, lie on your side.”

Bit by bit she managed that, ending up in a slight foetal position. She again burst into tears.

Frank gently pulled the sheet over her. He tried to step back but she grabbed his hand and held on. “Please don’t leave me, please, please stay. I don’t want to be alone.” She kept on, again and again.

“Alright Rebecca, I won't go away, promise, let me lie down next to you.”

He turned off the light and lay down carefully next to her. Her knees just touching him, her hand grasped tightly on his arm and her face against his chest, tears dripping. Frank mumbled soothing meaningless words.

Rebecca sobbed herself to sleep for a few minutes and then woke, startled, whimpering about hurting so much. This happened again and again.

Later when she woke up yet again he said “Let me take off my shirt and trousers. I will come back and hold you.”

She stared at him in the light from the hall way while he took off his things. He climbed back in under the sheet. She grabbed his hand hard.

They slept fitfully. Frank lost count of how many more times they woke up. Then suddenly it was morning. She was asleep next to him just as before, still clasping his hand.

He could see her breast, discoloured yellow and blue but not looking so tightly swollen. His prick got hard yet again, there was no way he could help it.

She woke up but stayed still. After a long while a muffled voice came from against his chest “I’m not feeling so bad now. It just ache terribly and it hurts when I move, Ouch, my bottom and thighs, it's still hurting lots, deep down, my shoulders are just as bad.”

Faced with the reality of her misery Frank felt terrible about what he had done. That he had enjoyed it all made him feel depressingly guilty. Rebecca heard it in his voice.

“Frank” she said “I don’t blame you. Don’t feel bad about what happened. You just did what you had to do and I had agreed to take it. I didn't think Sarah would be such a sadistic bitch. She did far more than was needed. She loved seeing me hurt. I don’t blame you for it at all.”

Frank couldn’t believe what he heard. His feeling of guilt actually got worse .

“Rebecca, I have to tell you.....”

“No you don’t Frank, I understand”

“Rebecca I need to tell you” he blurted out. “You might want to hate me. I used all the tricks I know to hurt you more. I just lusted for you to be tied naked in front of me. The way I hit down on you made it all worse. I am really sorry I did ........”

“Don’t blame yourself Frank. I don’t hate you. I would never hate you. I knew you would hurt me lots. You did what I expected. It was all awful but there were only two times when I was truly frightened. Despite Sarah telling you to make the cane go between my legs and to rape me you didn't do those things. She really frightened me at those moments. I just didn’t know what you would do.”

She could not help a burst of sobbing. "And then when she said to hit my breast harder God it hurt but you were so careful not to touch my nipple."

She lifted her head from his chest, slowly wriggling back until she was looking at his face through bloodshot and gummy eyes. A weak smile and she sort of did a kiss in the air. He moved forward, kissed her forehead and then their lips met, gently touching and then moving a bit more. She was first to part her lips. They kissed ever so gently, again and again.

“I have to move a bit, I am getting cramp." she said. He lifted the sheet to help her move and obviously looked at her body. “Do I look as bad as I feel?”

As she wriggled he covered her with the sheet again. Suddenly her top knee bumped into his rampant cock. This time she really smiled, at least a bit.

“Frank, how long have you had that. You are very nice not to have touched me.”

“Rebecca, its been like that since I went to pick you up yesterday.”

“Kiss” she said. Gently their lips muzzled and tongues pocked. His arm supported her head and softly held her face to his.

He felt her wriggle her lower arm, hand going down his belly till she touched his shaft through his underpants, fingers underneath, thumb on top. An electric thrill ran through him. Then her other hand moved very slowly down along his side, over his hip and down until the fingers found his balls. Her hand wriggled around and tugged till she had him in her palm. His kiss became more urgent and he pressed into her till she could not help a gasp of pain. “Careful, don’t touch me, just try to lie still Frank.”

Her top hand moved to the elastic around his waist and tugged down. “Lift your hip a bit.” It was a slow struggle, a careful movement of an inch here then there. He daren’t move much but then his underpants were out of the way.

“Frank, let me help. Your penis feels like it's made of steel.”

His bare cock lay in her bottom hand. Thumb slowly spreading the dribble from his hole over the top of his glans. Her top hand rubbed up and down his length, finger nails scraping and finding that spot just at the back of the head. As he groaned more into her mouth her top hand let go and moved to his balls. She was not really gentle. She squeezed, digging in her nails on one testicle and then the other and back again. It hurt but he still spread his legs to give her more room.

Then her finger tips went back to his shaft, a dull ache remaining in his balls. A nail scraping over the edges of his pee hole. It didn't take long. He did a groaning yelp, his whole body went rigid and he burst all over her hand. She held him, feeling his throbbing get softer and his cock shrink.

Frank looked after Rebecca all weekend. He helped her to the shower, brought food and wine and left her when she wanted to be alone. By Sunday morning Rebecca looked less hurt.

When Frank asked about breakfast she said she wanted to try and make love. “I won't be able to do much Frank. I want to lie on you. Please don't touch me with your hands. I think I can do it."

He lay flat on his back. A rigid penis lying up his belly. She played with him, scraping and rubbing, rolling his balls really hard. Again there were stabs of exciting pain. Then slowly she lifted herself over him. The blotched breast jutted out at a different angle to the other. She lifted his cock in her fist and slid the head backwards and forwards in her very slippery groove.

“Rebecca, I'll go off if you keep doing that.” Purring she pushed his cock back a bit further, he felt it go in through the tight ring, his foreskin stretched back hard as they coupled. Another moment and he just could not help humping from underneath. She cried out when it hurt but by then he was coming. He wanted to bring her off but she said she could not bear it, it would hurt too much.

Rebecca smiled at him and said “Next time Frank.” and he basked in the glow of what her words meant. “Oh yes" he said. “Next time it’s you first and then us both together.”

That afternoon, quite late, he took her home. She managed that without looking as though she had just been thrashed.

Recovering at home

Rebecca got through Sunday night on her own with some difficulty. Three times she woke up, sweat drenched, in the grasp of a too realistic nightmare.

By Monday afternoon she could run her mind over the events but preferred to gloss over the thrashing and think about what was happening between her and Frank. Wasn’t life strange.

Rebecca spent ages looking at her body in the mirror. Her left breast was now blue and yellow rather than red. The right one had just a few bruises. Apart from that they looked different, not pouting as before. Was the left one going to be a bit droopy. She realised that she didn't have a good nude photo of herself to compare, pity. She might never know for sure.

By itself her bum hurt in spasms but the welts were going down and the colour scheme was merely lurid. Sitting or bumping into anything was still likely to produce tears from stabs of pain deep in the muscle and it seemed, right on the bone.

By Tuesday night her thoughts turned to Sarah. How could they ever look at each other again. Sarah was a sadist. Maybe there was a bit of that in all of them. Was she some sort of submissive masochist to have accepted the pain and to love Frank after what he had done.

Would she do the same to Sarah if there was a chance? Well probably yes, maybe worse, for two. A moment later she was squirming down on the couch with her finger working the hardening folds and rising clit. This was the first time ever that thoughts of the cane had lubricated her to orgasm.

Next afternoon Rebecca dressed properly. For the first time since Friday she put on a bra. Frank had said he would bring dinner and wine. She wanted him. It amazed her how her feelings had developed since they parted on Sunday.

For his part Frank was just frightened that a new meeting might reverse it all. She had still been in shock on Sunday and might not have meant any of it.

The moment he arrived Rebecca pulled him into her arms and they both knew that it was OK, they wanted to be together.

With dinner half eaten Rebecca said she wanted to make love. She asked him to undress her so he could see how she was healing. They fell into bed and screwed frantically.

The second time she took him in her mouth. He knew she had not yet gone off. He trailed his tongue down her tummy and licked her long and softly. He felt her clit and the ridges of her inner lips harden even more and her whole body stiffened bit by bit. She pulsed through her climax. A few minutes later she pulled him into herself again to try again.

Next morning Frank had to leave early. They would spend the weekend together, starting Friday after school.

Over another cup of coffee the thoughts that Rebecca had been refusing to think could no longer be ignored. In a few days she would have to see and work with Sarah. After all, the pain had been to save her job. Sarah was a cruel bitch but now it would be stupid to let that stand in the way of getting on with her life. Maybe they will each be so embarrassed they could never work together again.

It was that same afternoon. Sarah rang. Rebecca could hardly speak. Sarah had obviously prepared herself. “ Rebecca, I have to bring you the letter from Bartholomew and the evidence. Could I just come around for a moment after work?” Rebecca grunted “OK Sarah, whenever.”

Rebecca tried to prepare herself but she was shaking with fear and embarrassment whenever she thought of Sarah.

It was nearly 7 when the bell rang. Rebecca opened the door and stared at Sarah. She did not speak for fear of bursting into tears. As it happened there was no need. Sarah did not try to come in.

“Rebecca, I’m sorry, I really am. I was too bad. Here is the letter from Bartholomew. It’s got everything that you want. It’s good. The recorder and pictures are in the bag. He only got to see 12 pictures, you have a lot more in here. I haven’t told Bill much about it. He knows about your caning and that you howled for the whole time. I’m really sorry. I feel bad. I’m really ashamed, please forgive me, I’m so sorry. Bill is on your side. Come to work whenever you want. I’ll be away for a few weeks.I’m going now”. She drove off without looking back.

Rebecca shut the door. She went into the kitchen, dropped everything on the table and sat on a chair holding her head in her hands and cried for half an hour.

To be completed in Part 7