And now here is the second part of 'Take a Deep Breath'. If you missed the first part you can find it here. Please enjoy part two.
Take a Deep Breath, part two
“C’mon Jazmin Nicole. Up you get.” Ashton told me and stood up holding out his hand so I can grab it. I didn’t at first, I wasn’t exactly resisting and I wasn’t complaining but I still didn’t want to grab it. “Jazmin the faster we get this over with the faster you can have my forgiveness.”
True but do you have any idea of how scared I am right now? My heart is going to literally pound right out of my chest.
“I’m being nice about this Jazmin. Don’t get me more upset than I already am.” Ashton warned. I don’t want to make him more upset, I seriously don’t. But it’s like I’m frozen and I can’t move. Before I even finished my thinking process Ashton started counting. “One”
Nope no movement.
“TWO!”
I swung my legs around and sat up looking at him with pleading eyes. Ashton didn’t do anything but sigh and grab my upper arm hauling me up. He walked me to the bathroom and made me stand by the tub. I didn’t like where this was going.
“WH-what are you doing?” I asked quietly. Hopefully to myself.
“Punishing you.” Ashton replied. A tear slid down my face when he said that. He wet a bar of soap and turned around and handed it to me. I stared at it like it was something I’ve never seen in my entire life.
“Three minutes little girl.” Ashton told me as I grabbed the bar of soap from his hand.
I couldn’t help it. I complained a little. “Three?” Another tear sliding down my face.
Ashton sighed and casted me a sideways glance. “Shall we make it five?”
I panicked. “No! I-I’m sorry.” I gave the soap a distasteful look and put it in my mouth, squinting as the bitter taste rested on my tongue.
Ashton was wetting a washcloth while I had that damn soap in my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw up. But I didn’t I just stood there, tears running down my face looking at my boyfriend’s disappointment stare.
Finally the three minutes were up and Ashton took the soap from me and washed it off. I didn’t move because I knew what was next.
He lathered the washcloth in soap, making sure it was foamy as hell just to make this experience horrible. He turned to me and made me come in front of him.
“Open.” Ashton commanded. I opened my mouth, hopefully big enough and felt the washcloth being stuffed in. He held my chin with his free hand keeping it open while he scrubbed the roof of my mouth, my cheeks, my teeth and finally my tongue, getting it distastefully foamy. All the while I’m gagging and crying trying to spit out apologies.
“This is what’s going to happen every time I hear something dirty coming out of your mouth.” Ashton stated. I couldn’t say anything but I tried to nod a little while he’s still scrubbing my mouth. “Spit out, no rinsing.” Ashton commanded and let me go. He always lets me rinse though. But I just complied and went to the sink and tried to spit out every single last drop of the soap. I got most of it out but not all of it. I still had that disgusting bitter taste. I even tried swishing some spit around and getting it out. That didn’t work at all. Ashton just stood behind me and let me spit out the soap. It wasn’t long though.
“Alright that’s enough. C’mon.” Ashton said and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bathroom. He led me back to the living room and sat on the couch making me stand in front of him. “Pants down.”
I messed around with the waistband of my pj’s for a minute but I didn’t do anything. I looked at Ashton and I started to whine a little. “Please Ash… Please don’t spank me.”
“You’re getting a spanking whether you comply or not, little girl. And if I were you I’d comply.”
I didn’t pull my pj pants down till I saw Ashton’s hands reach down to his belt. I moved. I pulled my pj pants down letting them fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them to the side of the couch. Still staring at the ground I didn’t move or anything I just waited to see what my next order was going to be.
Ashton reached for my hand and pulled me so I was to the side of him. I resisted a little but not too much. He pulled me and I fell onto his lap with my bottom straight up in the air. He adjusted me so my bottom was in the center of his lap and my feet weren’t touching the ground. He peeled my panties down and off throwing them aside. I didn’t like that cool breeze on my ass either. I moved a little and put my feet on the couch. I laid my head in my hands and waited for the first blow.
“Let me say this loud and clear,” Ashton started. “I love you Jazmin. I love you a lot. But this is going to be the spanking of your life. I want you to learn and achieve from this lesson, my dear. Understood?”
I whimpered at hearing “this is going to be the spanking of your life.” I started to cry a little harder too but I nodded slowly.
“I expect to hear a yes sir out of you, young lady.” Ashton said and smacked my bottom. It wasn’t a hard hit but it still hurt.
“Owwieeeee…. Y-y-yes s-s-sir.” I whimpered.
“Trust me dear, that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen next.” Ashton reminded me. I cringed at that but took a deep breath and said to myself that I can get through this. “No reaching back Jazmin Nicole.”
No guarantees but I’ll try my hardest. Ashton rested his hand on my bottom for a minute before raising it and smacking it down on my fullest cheeks. I whimpered a little but that was only the first one. After that it was like hell. This wasn’t a normal warm-up spanking. He was spanking so fast and so hard each time I tried to yell it would get caught with another one. But he kept hitting the same spot. As soon as it got to 10 I lost count. I was crying steadily by now and wandered how long and much more I had to get through.
“OWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” I yelled. I normally don’t yell during this part of the spanking but I did and that’s because Ashton’s spanking me so darn fast. “A-a-OW-ash n-n-n-OWIE-not so h-h-OWWW-har-ar-OWWWW-ard.”
“I SMACK told you SMACK that SMACK you were SMACK going to SMACK, SMACK get SMACK the SMACK spanking SMACK, SMACK of SMACK, SMACK your SMACK life!” SMACK, SMACK
“I-I-OOWW k-k-k-OW-know.” That was when I reached back. I don’t normally reach back during a warm-up spanking but I did and I knew I was in for it. “A-a-ash I-I’m s-s-s-s-sor-r-r-ryy.”
“I SMACK told you SMACK not to SMACK reach back!” SMACK, SMACK
“I’m s-s-s-sorryyyyy.” I whined. He’s really letting me have it isn’t he?
“You will be. You’ll be one very sorry little girl. Give me your hands.” Ashton demanded. I put my hands back and he grabbed them with his left pinning them against the small of my back and started in on my sit spots and thighs. I literally screamed. I was squirming like hell feet kicking like crazy and all the while Ashton’s still spanking the living daylights out me, like he said.
“You better stop squirming and kicking.” Ashton said and spanked my left thigh three times then my right. He kept hitting my thighs and my sit spots making sure to get them a rosy red and throbbing like hell. I swear he was landing like two smacks per second. That’s how fast he was spanking me.
It must’ve been like 30 or 40 spanks later because I was bawling like a baby now, shaking horribly wishing to be held and cared for and wanting this to be over. Ashton released my hands and I tried to collect my tears but they were falling too fast. I swear I thought my ass was bruising, and that was just from a hand spanking. That had to be the hardest hand spanking he’s ever given me. I didn’t even notice him rubbing my back or speaking calmly to me.
“It’s alright Jazmin. It’s ok. Shhhhh…” Ashton cooed rubbing my back. I so wanted to be in his arms right now, I wanted to be cuddled with and loved but most of all forgiven. I still felt somewhat guilty but not as much.
“I-I-I-I-I-I is s-s-s-s-o s-s-sor-r-r-r-r-ryyyyyyy!” I choked out trying to contain my crying.
“I know you are baby. But you’re not done yet. You’re not forgiven.” Ashton said and stopped rubbing my back. I broke down again… hearing that 1) I’m not done yet, and 2) That I’m not forgiven. Do you know how much that hurts? Do you have any idea how much that pains me?
“You’re still getting spanked young lady. That was just a warm-up. That was for using such foul language with me. This is going to be for worrying me to death.” I felt Ashton put the cool wood of the brush on my bottom rubbing it in circles on it.
“NOOOOOO Ash please! Not the hairbrush! Pleeeeease!” I begged. I struggled for a minute but I settled down.
“You didn’t honestly think I was going to let you off that easy did you?” Ashton asked me. I put my hands back so he could grab them since I didn’t know if I was going to be able to contain myself. Ashton grabbed them and pinned them to the small of my back again. But that wasn’t a question I was about to answer but I didn’t have to because I felt the brush lift off of my bottom and crash down on it with a loud CRAAACK!!
“AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. It’s been a while since I felt the hairbrush and now that I just got my first blow I don’t think I ever want to again. I forgot how much of a sting it impacted.
“You CRACK worried me CRACK to CRACK death CRACK Jazmin Nicole Carter!” CRACK, CRACK. Ashton scolded hitting me with the hairbrush once every two seconds.
“I-I-I is AHHH sor-or-OWWIE-or-orrrrryyyyy!” I yelled. He’s not helping with my guilt or my tears (which have renewed again).
“You better be Jazmin Nicole. I thought you were dead! CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Ashton landed four quick spanks to my each of my sit spots. And four more to my left and right thigh.
After those I’m crying in agony, blubbering, trying to beg him for mercy. As you know he wouldn’t give it to me. He was going to teach me a lesson and he was going to severely punish me so I can learn it and it’ll sink in.
“You better not ever, EVER scare me like that again. Do you hear me Jazmin Nicole Carter?” Ashton scolded me hitting me three times on the cheeks, four on the sit spots and thighs. I think I yelled like hell. That shit hurts. I’m not kidding.
“Yyyyeeeessss ssssssiiiirrrr.” I stammered crying my eyes out all over again.
“Good. You better not. I’m going to make sure of it. That’s why I’m going to do what I’m about to do.” Ashton replied. I couldn’t understand what he meant because I was focusing on my throbbing bottom. I felt Ashton spread my legs and put his legs through mine. I didn’t know what he was doing but I didn’t like it.
“Wh-wh-what are doing?” I asked scared out of my mind.
“Teaching you a lesson,” Ashton answered. Then what I felt next was fucking unbelievable! Ashton picked up the brush and smacked my left inner thigh three times extra hard and fast. I screamed a note probably no one in the entire freaking world could hit.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I’ve never been spanked on my inner thighs before. That shit hurts like fucking crazy. I felt three more blows to my right inner thigh. Cue that ear piercing scream. Then two to my left inner thigh then to my right then three to my left inner thigh then back to my right. He stayed with that pattern while I was laying there uncomfortable, screaming my head off crying my eyes, heart, and soul out, feeling oh-so terrible.
Ashton kept spanking my inner thighs till they were crimson red and slightly turning little areas purple. He wacked my ass a few times before putting the brush down and letting me cry for all it was worth over his lap.
“Get up and go to the corner Jazmin Nicole. Hands on your head and no rubbing.” Ashton commanded me. He helped me up and I nearly fell down again. My body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs and my whole body shaking ten times as worse as before the spanking even began. I numbly walked to the corner with my hands on my head and leaned against the wall facing the corner. I was hyperventilating. This was the worse spanking of my life. I swear. This isn’t one of the worst this is THE worst spanking I’ve ever had. And I have a feeling it’s still not over.
I must’ve stood in the corner for 15, 20 minutes until my breathing calmed down and so did my crying and shaking. I was still trembling terribly but it wasn’t that bad. I prayed that entire time that Ashton would just hold me and love me, telling me it’s ok and that I’m forgiven.
“Come here little girl.” Ashton finally spoke to me. I gulped at little girl but I turned around and walked slowly to Ashton my head dropped and my eyes staring at the floor. I got to Ashton and I dropped my hands by my side but I instead hugged myself tightly, wanting to feel that love from someone but not quite achieving it. Ashton lifted my chin up and made me look into his brown eyes. He still looked pissed off and that wasn’t helping anything. “I’m going to be frank with you Jazmin. You’ve really disappointed me, probably more than you ever have. I want you to know that I still love you unconditionally and that’ll never change but what you did was something I’ll never tolerate. Understand?”
I was about to nod but I softly whispered a pathetic, “yes sir.”
“Do you remember what I told you the last time you ran away if you did it again?” Ashton asked. Oh shit. I knew he was going to. And I knew he didn’t forget either.
“Yes.” I murmured feeling like breaking down and crying again.
“What did I say?”
“You-you said you were go-going to wh-whip me-e.” I stammered. Tears rolling faster down my cheeks again.
“I always stick to my promises, little one. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Ashton said and moved down to his belt and started to unbuckle it.
I backed away from him with tiny steps shaking my head. “No-o A-ash Puh-leeeease not the belt. Pleease!!”
“I warned you what was going to happen Jazmin Nicole. And you decided to test it. Well you’re getting what you deserve.” Ashton said and folded his black leather belt over. “Now go over and kneel over the arm of the couch.” Ashton said pointing to the arm of the couch.
“A-a-ash pleeease. I beg you. You know my fear of leather. Pleeeeeeeeeease!” I whined. I knew I was going to get whipped but I didn’t want to. I’m scared of that belt more than anything in my entire life.
“Jazmin now. I know you’re scared, but this’ll keep you from doing something like this again. Now move it. Or I’m extending your punishment.” Ashton demanded. I moved as quickly as I could, sobbing now, scared for my life that I’ll never sit again and I’ll never make it through this. I bent over the arm of the couch, clasping for dear life to the cushion, since I knew if I reached back it would only extend my whipping.
“Thirty smacks Jazmin. Then it’ll be all over.” Ashton told me.
THIRTY?!?!?!?!? Jesus Christ that’s a lot! But I have to live through it. I felt Ashton lay the belt over my bottom then I felt it leave but not too long after it crashed down with a loud SPLAAAT!!!
“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I screamed and there I went again, broken into sobs and shakes beyond your belief.
“You will never, EVER scare me like that again. Do you understand me?” Ashton scolded me spanking me three times with the belt.
“AHHH-OWWW. Yyeeeeeessss sssssiiiiirrrrrr.”
“Will you ever use that foul language with me young lady?” Ashton asked spanking me four times with the belt.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO siiiiirrrrrrrr.” I screamed.
“Will you start to respect my choices?” Ashton asked hitting me a couple times with the belt.
“Yyyyyyeeeeessssss ssssssiiiiiirrrrrr!” I yelled again.
“Will you ever act so goddamn immature again?” Ashton asked hitting me five times with the belt.
“NOOOOOOOO-OOOOWWWWWWW Siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr!” I screamed bloody murder now.
“Good.” Ashton said and hit me again. This time on sit spots and thighs. I screamed again, my whole body shaking.
“A-a-a-a-ash-t-t-t-t-ton it-t-t-t hu-hu-hurts!” I screamed at him. Shit if he’s going to whip me and have such a mean expression he should at least feel what I’m feeling.
“It better hurt, little one!” Ashton commented and smacked me again. “It hurt me when you left this house and didn’t come home.” Cue another set of five. “It hurt me when you cussed at me and acted like you didn’t care.” Cue another set of three and an ear piercing scream. “And it hurt me when you thought I didn’t love you!” Cue those three.
“I’M-M-M S-S-S-S-O-O-O SOR-SOR-SORRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!” I screamed and those where the last words I could scream. I was broke, I couldn’t move and I couldn’t talk anymore. All I could do was cry my heart out wishing to be forgiven and held and loved.
“If you ever do something like this again, I’ll make this spanking look like a whole lot of love pats. Understood?” Ashton threatened.
I nodded my head vigorously and to my surprising he accepted it and landed the last 2 on my sit spots and upper thighs and dropped the belt.
I was a complete mess. I was sweating like crazy; my hair was all in my face matted to it. I was hyperventilating again, gut-wrenching sobs was spilling out of my mouth and eyes. I was yelling every half breath trying to get air but couldn’t. My ass was raw and sore as fucking hell. I was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep. I was a mess. I looked like hell.
Ashton let me sob over the arm of the couch for a minute or two until I felt him lift me up and hold me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his chest wanting nothing more but to be loved and forgiven.
“Shhhhhh Jazzy. Shhhhhh. It’s ok… It’s all over baby… You’re forgiven sweetheart and I love you so, so much. Shhhhh baby girl. It’s ok, it alright.” Ashton cooed rubbing my back and bottom.
I was forgiven… I was finally forgiven. I felt an entire load being taken off my shoulders when I heard that. I finally felt better. I finally felt loved. And I didn’t feel guilty anymore.
I love you so, so, so much baby girl. You’re my baby, my love, my sweet, sweet baby girl and I love you more than life itself. Shhh baby its ok, it’s alright.”
“I-I-I-I lo-lo-love you-ou too.” I whispered, my crying finally starting to subside. That’s really all I remember about that night, being cuddled in Ashton’s arms hearing that he loves and forgives me. I must’ve fallen asleep in that warming embrace.
I woke up the next morning only in a t-shirt and a pair of panties on my stomach in my bed. I tried to move a little but it hurt so much. I wondered why I’m home. It’s Monday, a school day. Ashton said I was going to school today too. So why am I home? Well it looks like I can ask him because he walked into my bedroom and sat beside me. He kissed my head and moved all of the hair from my forehead, drying the little tears that were still left on my face. I looked up at him and he smiled a warm, happy smile and I tried to smile back but I was in too much pain.
“Decided to wake up on your own?” Ashton asked me, still smoothing out my hair.
“Nu-uh.” I answered still feeling really sorry for myself.
“Are you ok baby girl?”
He smiled and kissed my forehead. “I love you Jazzy.”
“I love you too Ash. I’m so, so sorry.” I whispered quietly.
“I know honey. I forgive you. You’ve been punished and I forgive you.” Ashton told me and leaned down and kissed my lips with affection. I was on my side, even though it was hurting like hell but I was still able to kiss him back.
“Why am I home?” I asked when he stopped kissing me.
“You really think I’m going to let you go to school with a bottom like yours? I’m not that cruel, Jaz.” Ashton said and smiled a little. He lightly tapped my bottom and it hurt a little, but I didn’t whimper.
I softly laughed and tried to move a little but I couldn’t. “It hurts to move.” I whined a little.
“I bet.” Ashton said and kissed my head.
“Thank you Ash. I love you.”
“I love you too Jazzy.”
~o~
Antoinette, thank you again for your stories. I hope you will keep writing. Everyone thanks for coming by and reading and if any of you have a story to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com
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Rachael
“Close the door and touch yourself,” he ordered.
leave you in that position exposed so I can stare at you for as long as I want. When I feel you are ready for punishment, I will remove my belt and whip you until you beg me to stop. I will move you to the bed and cane you from your ass to your knees. You will be a good girl when I get done with you. I will teach you a lesson for fighting me.
