Rebecca - Punishment and recovery Part 7 (M/F, Conclusion)

[s999sloan]

Killing Ghosts


Frank and Rebecca grew closer and closer. Her bruises faded over the next three weeks. Many hours were spent learning about each other. Rebecca only had occasional orgasms. She loved taking him in her mouth. She loved feeling him inside and she loved them playing with each other. Frank was besotted.

It was on the Friday, 7 weeks after night zero. They had been out to a restaurant and back at her place. Their first move was a kiss clothing coming off. Rebecca suddenly froze. His hand on her breast held still and their eyes locked.



“Frank, you know how the weekend after I got beaten you made me go into the cellar to get a bottle of wine even though I never ever wanted go there again. You said I had to. If I didn't ghosts would come to live down there and then mabe in your whole house. I might get more and more frightened, never get over it.”


Frank grunted a reply, slowly realising that something important was coming up.


“There is another ghost. It’s been getting at me for all of these weeks. I'm really frightened of it.”


That made him alert “Tell me about the ghost Rebecca, tell me. I will kill it for you”.



“It is in me Frank, in my mind. I need your help to get over this." A pause to think of how to best tell him. “You know that Sarah brought me the letter from Bartholomew before she went overseas?”


He nodded. “Has some thing gone wrong?”


“No, but she didn't just bring the letter. She brought a disc of photos and the recorder. I've tried to look and listen but each time I cry and have to stop it. Then it gets harder next time. I didn't want to ask you because all of that is behind us. I don't want to make you feel bad again but I just can't do it by myself. Will you please help me get through it. I need to see and hear it as it was. Then it won't ever have to bother me again."


Rebecca got wet eyes. "It's all in this bag. Use my computer for the disc. Please hold me and tell me you don't mind."


Of course he would help her with this, but how. He thought for a moment. “We will do this together Rebecca. You go and put on a gown like that night . I will come and get you when it’s ready.” She left.


Piictures first. The sound was going to be even worse.

He had a quick look. The first slide showed Rebecca nude standing in front of the saw bench with a look of abject fear on her face, absolutely poignant. He flicked through quickly. Sarah had taken lots of close ups of her backside and legs. There were action shots, cane on flesh, Rebecca arching backwards, head and shoulders propped up on rigid arms, face hideously distorted by her agonized screams. There were also several taken just as the cane cracked into her, the cane bent and almost buried in the flesh of the near cheek. The tip end blurred in the instant of flexing over the opposite side. Reliving this was going to be torture.

He went to get Rebecca. His cock got rigid with the first picture, just as bad as 7 weeks ago. She had the gown on, sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing a bit and eyes wet. “Come on Rebecca dear, we will go through this and kill your ghost.You will never have to think about it again.”

He sat against the armrest and she put her feet up on the couch and leant against him. “Put your arm around me Frank, hold me tight please."

“Photos first Rebecca. Tell me if you want to stop.”

“She really lined me up for it all didn’t she” said Rebecca more to herself. She gasped and cried when the first close up of her bottom came on and after that it just got worse. Tears pouring down her face she still insisted, "Keep going, don't stop. I've got to do this. Have to." Frank could do nothing much to help but she needed him there.

“Alright, that's all. Do you want the sound right now”.

“Yes, straight away, don't stop. Hold me Frank, please don’t let go”.He pressed the control. IThe first sound was Sarah giving her a last chance to escape. Then she volunteered for it all. Frank telling her how to bend over the saw bench. Her first begging, squealing and howling came a few moments later when he pulled her arms forward. “Gawd, did I really beg and plead like that? You hadn't even hit me.” “It gets a lot worse Rebecca. This will take more than an hour.”

She cried most of the time, sobbing into his chest.

Frank felt terrible. This time his cock had all but disappeared. He did not know what to say, he felt dreadfully guilty all over again.

After a some minutes though she looked up. Having spent the previous hour and a half distraught she suddenly smiled and said “I don’t hurt at all any more. My ghost has gone.”

He tried to smile but it was hard. “Frank, the ghost has gone into you, hasn’t.” He nodded. The thought of how he had enjoyed her torturous punishment was the worst.

She looked at him for a long couple of minutes. “I was afraid it might be like this. Don’t feel bad Frank. You did exactly what was needed, that’s all.” The guilt he felt was etched in his face. She took a deep breath. “I've thought about this, I know what we have to do, you have to learn that it was OK. Just stay here, I’ll be back in a minute”. She got up and folded the robe tightly. “I know how to fix you. Just stay.”

He heard her in the kitchen and going out the back door. Some minutes later she came back holding a 30 inch long switch, gleaming white where she had peeled the bark off the tip half. Finger thick at the green handle end, a bit thinner at the other end.

“I cut it from the hazelnut bush. I think it will do quite well. Frank, I want you to give me six of the best, harder than you do at school, make it hurt as much as you can. Then I want you to go inside me, we will fuck. I want you to. I want you to do that and then the ghost will be gone from you as well.”

Rebecca dropped the robe from her shoulders and stood naked before him. “Tell me how you want me”.

Frank was slow to react. He looked at her beautiful body, smooth, the bruises all gone. He got up slowly, lust beginning to swell him.

“Have a practice swing on the cushion” she said. He did, after a few swings he was starting to get it together so that the swish and crack made Rebecca wince.

He looked at her. She could not back out of the offer now. “OK Rebecca. Stand hard against the back of that lounge chair, bend over and put your head on the seat. Quickly. Bite on this towel.” She did, fear in her face but determined to see it through.

He turned to her placing the rod across the crown of her bum and tapping lightly. He was going to angle the strokes down directly onto the near buttock and curl it around to bite into her hip on the far side. That hazelnut rod that was more like a whip.

He lifted his arm he took half a step back and on the down swing his body, arm and wrist slashed the stroke into the centre of her round bum. There was a stunning Crrraaaaackkkkk against the tight stretched skin and muscle.

Rebecca had prepared for what she thought was the worst but she was overwhelmed by the instant agony printed on her skin. She screamed, straightened up clutching herself with both hands and screamed again, dancing from foot to foot,her breasts bouncing around wildly. Her fingers followed the reddening welt from hip to hip.

“Get back down. That one will not count.”

“Please, oh please Frank that’s too hard. Its gone right around me. It hurts more than I can stand.” Tears were streaming down her face already. In disbelieve she repeated, “It went all around me. I tried to stay down but I can’t help it Frank. Oh Gawd it hurts”, her hands still clutching both cheeks and particularly the curl into her right hip.

He just stood there pointing the switch at the chair. Slowly she bent over and put her head down. He made her put the towel between her teeth. “I’ll have to gag you if you don’t keep that in. Can’t take any chances with the neighbours here. If you need to be gagged I add 3 extra strokes.” He tapped an inch below the swelling welt of the first stroke.

Six to go. It was only a little thrashing but she was going to feel it. Rebecca screamed into the towel but stayed down. With more strokes her weight sagged onto the top of the chair, her legs kicked and her muffled howls went on and on. He put the next 3 strokes in his favourite spot just next to each other in the crease at the top of her thighs.

Rebecca propped, went stiff and threw herself around making wild noises into the towel, kicking her legs, rigid on straight arms, bum gyrating.

Frank dropped the switch beside her on the chair. “Behave yourself or you will get another lot.” She froze and spat out the towel. “Frank Pleeessssseeee, please be nice, please take me to bed.”

He did. He lay next to her holding her breasts and gently touching the welts on her bum. She turned and put her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. Eventually, she lifted her head and looked wetly into his eyes.

She managed a smile. “Frank, I think the ghost is really dead. I can see it in your face. You can now accept what you did last month. I love you."

He held her gently until she stirred and moved against him. "Frank, let me, I want to do it all."

She slid over him, popped the head of his penis just a bit into her vagina and played with her clit. He could tell she was making it last as long as possible because she hardly moved on him. She came in a gentle but long orgasm, gasping, choking in surprise as the spasms kept on coming. Then she brought him off as easy as anything.

They lay together afterwards hardly moving. His arm was around her shoulder holding her close, kissing the top of her head. She, on her side, clutched his other hand against her breasts. Her free hand loosely holding his slightly swollen penis and balls.

“Frank, I want to say something to you” She whispered in his ear. “You know, if you ever feel you want to punish me, like you did just now, if you feel that you want to cane me, promise you will just do it. All you have to do is tell me and I will lie down for you.” Frank kissed her and ran his hand gently over her sore bottom. He had never thought that she would offer herself in that way. She squeezed his balls till they both slept.

They were still wrapped in each other next morning. “I love you. How is your bottom?”. “Quite sore you brute. You hit hard don’t you.”

He rubbed her nipples and grinned. “You were lucky it wasn't a full dozen” he said talking tough and she squirmed in his arms. “Kids at school get 6, you should get at least double that.”

“Frank, please promise you will never do anything like the night with Sarah ever again, I could not stand a second time like that.”

“That won’t ever happen again Rebecca, I promise you. But what you might get is a well applied dozen.” She took a moment to let this sink in. Not certain what he meant she said, “I think a dozen would be OK.

When Frank left next morning Rebecca turned on her computer and stared at that first photo. That full frontal taken at just a slight angle.

Finish

[becca]

This complete story took me m surprise but it was one of full interest.
It was a great story. I love the way she gave herself fully unto Frank at the end .. a full submissive girl.
Please keep the stories coming.
Thank you for this one.
becca