Two Worlds Collide (An Erotic Spanking Book)

by Burns, Rachel

  I looked at him even more closely. He was so strongly built that it was hard to look past that to see that he well tanned and had a reddish brown hair, supporting my devil theory. His face was hairless. It wasn't shaved off. It had never grown there. He was wearing clothes that screamed outdoors. I think they were out of leather. They had been soft as I laid over his knees. They were pulled tight over his muscles. He was bare foot.

  I looked at him confused. He gave me a similar look back. More men were coming in again. He pushed me to the side and raised his hand like he was going to strike me. He didn't. Instead he pointed to the floor and raised his hand again. The meaning could only be – stay put or I will hit you again.

  I nodded at him. That made him smile. He went over to the other men and explained this and that. He pointed at the two women a lot. Six men and two women how was he going to settle that. That was when I realized that I wasn't to be fought ever. My rescuer didn't look like the kind to share.

  I was surprised when three of the men just left. They had looked at the two women and shook their heads. My rescuer grabbed one woman by her upper arm and pulled her forward. One of the men stepped forward. He grabbed her by the hand and took her out.

  My rescuer grabbed the last woman and pulled her forward. The two men argued over her. My rescuer shoved her towards one of the men and he took off with her. The other man turned and looked at me for a second. My rescuer barked something at him and he bowed to me and left.

  I looked at my rescuer. What would happen now? He turned and looked at me. He looked me up and down. Just like the machine had done. He reached out and touched my face again. He said something that I didn't understand.

  I wanted to cry again. I was afraid that he would beat me again. Well, after watching that poor woman get whipped I had to turn down what had happened to me by a couple of knots. I had gotten a spanking like a child would. Is that what my rescuer wanted from me, a child to spank? The other men had played with the breasts of the other women.

  He hadn't. Instead he had washed me before but he hadn't done it in a way that would lead to anything else. He took me by my hand and walked slowly through the halls. We were going someplace new. My heart was beating like crazy. He took me into a room that had tables set up in a U-form. He sat down in the very middle of the 'U' and pulled me onto his lap again. I cried at the pain of sitting but I didn't twist around this time. I wanted to learn out of my mistakes.

  A moment later a naked woman came in with a goblet for him to drink out of. He didn't look at her but he raised his hand that she should stay. She bowed her head and waited as he wanted. He pushed the goblet at me, wanting me to take it. He spoke the entire time as he held it out to me.

  I took it reluctantly and sniffed at it. It smelt like vinegar, burning my nose.

  He took the goblet and held it out to the woman. She took it and left again. He smiled at me. He wasn't mad. His fingers moved to my head. He played with my hair while we waited, running his fingers through it again and again with a very content look on his face. I had long brown hair but not long enough. A couple more inches and my breasts would have been covered up. I was definitely going to let it grew out so it was long enough to cover me properly.

  My rescuer was petting my hair, even. Oh my gosh, did he think of me as a pet? I should probably be happy that he didn't spank me with a rolled up newspaper.

  The woman was back with a tray with three goblets on it. He took one and gave it to me again. I smelt it again. It smelt very fruity. I took a sip. It was so sweet that I could hardly swallow it. I pinched my face together. He laughed and took the goblet away from me. He smelt it before he traded it for a new one. The next was a beer-like drink and I shook my head after smelling it. He smelt it himself and then he drank it. He gave it back empty to the woman. She gave him the last goblet. He said something and the woman answered him. He gave it to me. I smelt it again. It smelt kind of like oranges but a little different too. I took a sip. It was like orange soda.

  I didn't care for it either. I was disappointed and so thirsty.

  He looked truly worried about me. I just wanted a glass of water. Could I explain that to him. I looked into his eyes and sighed. His worrying was increasing.

  How could I explain water?

  I made water lapping motions with my hands. He still looked confused. I had an idea. I pointed to him and then back to me. I pretended to be washing my feet like he had done earlier. He had a looked like he understood. I cupped my hands together and pretended to drink, like I was drinking out of a lake.

  He snapped his finger and said something, not even looking to see if the woman was there to hear his order. He kept his eyes on mine.

  She came back quickly with another goblet. Each time it had been a different goblet. They didn't match. Each was a work of art made out of gold. He took the new goblet and gave it to me again. I smelt it. It didn't smell like anything. I tasted it. It was water. I gave him a huge smile. He had understood. I drank the rest. He laughed.

  I wanted more. I was back to using sign language. I pointed to the woman and pretended to pour water into the goblet. He took it and held it out in her general direction. She grabbed it just as he was letting go. He said something but she was already leaving to get more she had understood my funny hand motions too. She brought the goblet back and a golden pitcher. She poured me a goblet full but she gave it to him not to me.

  He smiled and held it out to me. I quickly drank it down and handed it back to him. “More please.” I smiled and he did too. He held the goblet out to the woman she refilled it and gave it to him again. He was acting the part of a middle man or go between. I drank until I finally felt better. When I was finished I laid my head on his chest. “Thank you.”

  He pet my hair again. After a bit he got up and pulled me along with him again. He looked at my body as we walked. He was smiling. I was getting very nervous. I had to ask myself if I had just sold my soul for water. One didn't have to be a mind reader to understand what was going through his head.

  He pulled me into his room again. The first thing I noticed was that my things, that had been in my backpack were now on the coffee table. I went to the table and knelt down and looked at them. I ran my hand over my books and smiled at my laptop. All of my favorite music was on there and my diary was in there too. He had sat down on the sofa watching me. I picked up my laptop. My battery had been replaced with something else. I was mad. I wanted to see right off if it still worked. I opened it up and turned it on.

  He watched me even closer, looking worried. He better be worried. If it were broken, it would be me taking him over my knee. I had splurged and gotten an expensive one.

  It sprang to life. I open up my music and hit play. The room filled with music. It worked, I stopped it and turned it off. I smiled at it after I closed it.

  He was looking at me so oddly. He said something again. I just stared at him and tilted my head a little to the side. His head moved the same way. He was looking into my eyes again. He seemed just as amazed by my eye color as I was with his. Mine had two different colors. Underneath they were green; which is rare enough but over the green my eyes were brown. The brown was able to shrink and expand with my moods. When I was happy, or even just okay, they were more brown but when I was sick or scared, they were mostly green. He had probably been watching that all day.

  He got up and took my hand again. I was already so used to that. I wondered where we were going now. He didn't pull me to the door like I thought he would. Instead he wanted to go to bed. I bulked and shook my head. I placed my free hand over my backside protectively.

  He smiled at me. He was laughing at me again.

  I started to cry. He stopped laughing right away. He came to me and picked me up and carried me back to his bed. He laid me in the middle and started undoing his leather laces.

  I laid my hands on his and shook my head.

  He continued anyway.

  The intercom was talking to him again. He spoke to it to
o, having an actual conversation while he undressed. He pulled his pants down and his thing bounced up and down as his pants rolled over that area of him.

  He was huge. I was trying not to stare but no, that wouldn't work. He would kill me. I mean I had never seen one before but that just wasn't possible. He was going to hurt me. The intercom was still talking to him. He turned to me and pet my cheekbone again. My tears were running down my face and onto his hand.

  The intercom was being quiet at the moment. He moved in closer to me. I wanted to run away from him but I didn't want to be spanked and then raped for my first time either. Being raped would be bad enough. I didn't want to add insult to injury.

  I was biting my upper lip. He watched horrified and tried to stop me but I was just so nervous. He put his finger in my mouth and I absentmindedly chewed softly on his finger. That he really liked that. He gave a very quiet moan. He removed his finger and laid his hand on my breast. He took his time playing with it. He lifted it again and again. Playing with the nipples. I thought back to today. Of all the women I had seen today mine were the largest, by far. He looked pleased with them.

  I looked away from him, feeling ashamed and scared. My mind kept wondering about that poor woman, who had been beaten for all to see. I too had been beaten with an audience but somehow it was different.

  Was I making excuses for him? This man had spanked me until I had been mindless, twice already. He didn't care about me or my feelings. He didn't get to have sex with me just because he saved me out of a burning building. Life didn't work like that. And my heart was pumping too fast for me to be anything but alive.

  “Just because you saved me life and gave me water doesn't mean that you get to . . .” He couldn't even understand me and still couldn't bring myself to say the words.

  I tried to pull away from him but he held me tight.

  “I'll scream if you don't let me go,” I threatened him.

  “Oh.” I had screamed while he spanked me. Both in this room and on his throne. No one came to help me. My eyes filled with tears in my hopelessness.

  “Please don't.” I looked into his eyes.

  He looked affected by my tears. He moved in even closer to me, hugging me and saying 'Shh' again. I was terribly confused by all this.

  “What are your intentions with me?” I asked him.

  He didn't understand.

  My father had always said that actions speak louder than words. I looked back at how he had treated today. He showed up when I figured it was too late to save me. He picked me up and my backpack. The other women didn't have anything with them. At least I didn't see anything. I had been treated differently than the others the whole time. I didn't have to go through the mass striping and washing. He had done that himself, very gently. He pulled me with him wherever he went, not letting the other men touch me. He brought me here for my first spanking? Why didn't he just spank me on his throne? Had he been trying to be nice, sparing my feelings? Then when we returned he held me in a way that was less painful for me but where everyone could see what he had done.

  When that poor woman was being beaten he had held me so I couldn't look away. He could be cruel, so very cruel. I had stopped crying. The crying was replaced with shaking. He was still talking so very softly to me and running a hand up and down my back like he was comforting me. This was confusing me, like when he helped me find something to drink. He had taken his time then and he had been so pleased when he found something I wanted.

  He moved his hand up to the nape of my neck. His fingers closed around my hair. He tilted my head back and looked in my eyes again. I started right in chewing on my lips.

  He shook his head.

  I stopped for a second and then continued in again. He looked disappointed in me. He leaned in and kissed me, thus stopping my lip biting. I had never been kissed before. Boys had tried but they were never serious about me so I had always said no. I was a firm believer in being honest, letting them kiss me would have given the wrong impression.

  Was I giving him the wrong impression? What would happen if I bite him? I was turning the possible responses to that around in my head. I imagined another spanking. More violent than the others had been. This crime would be worse than the others had been. I wasn't even sure what I did to deserve the first spanking.

  His tongue was in my mouth. I bite down before I thought about it. He let go of me. I took this chance and jump out of the bed and backed against the wall, ready to dash off in either direction.

  He was still kneeling on the bed. He had his hand over his mouth and murder in his eyes. His thing was still hard and pointing but it wasn't as high as it was before. He backed off the bed, his hand still over his mouth. He made the bathroom door open and went it. Probably to inspect the damage I had done to him. He was back in a second. He stormed over to me. I forgot about trying to get away until it was almost to late. I dashed for the door and started pounding. His thick arm wrapped around my waist and he brought me to his bed while I kicked and screamed.

  He sat down with me over his lap again. I continued to kick and hit him. I was getting desperate. I started scratching and biting him too. I was so tiny compared to him but I was doing damage. He pushed me higher, towards the pillows. I couldn't bite him that way. He grabbed both of my hands by my wrists and held them tight in his left hand. His right leg was pinning down both of my legs. I couldn't move at all. His right came down hard on my backside.

  I squirmed and tried to kicked like a wild animal but I was too pinned down. He was much madder than the last times, hitting harder and faster. I couldn't catch my breath in between spanks. I couldn't scream or cry. Silent screams tried to escape my throat but I choked on them. I stopped kicking and concentrated on my breathing. He went right on spanking with what I guessed was all of his might.

  The intercom came on and he flipped me onto my back. He rubbed my chest in between my breasts. I still couldn't breath. Things were even starting to go black.

  He spoke the entire time. I looked away from him and over to the wall. It must be the outside wall. It was slightly rounded.

  I took a deep breath. The air burned as it entered my lungs. After several breaths the black spots I had been seeing started to fade away. I was calming down. I guess I had had a panic attack.

  I looked back at him. He was watching me so closely again, hovering right over me with his weight supported on one of his elbows. He was saying 'Shh' and still rubbing my chest.

  I turned my head away from him and looked at the wall. I was able to cry now and I did. He still stayed there rubbing for a long time.

  After a bit his hand moved down. He laid his hand in between my legs.

  I turned my head back to his, alarmed. He was just staring into my eyes. “No.” I spoke the saddest no I have ever said.

  “No,” he repeated. He seemed to like the sound of it. It made him smile.

  I frowned. He moved his free hand. A finger rubbed me in between my legs. My whole body jerked away from him. I sat there wide-eyed wondering what he was doing to me.

  He smiled again and stroked me much more gently.

  I had never been so embarrassed in all of my life. He stared into my eyes the whole time. I stared back at him asking myself why he thought he was allowed to do this to me. Didn't he have a feeling of honor that forbid hurting others just because he could?

  I felt a tear roll out of my eye and down to the blankets. He almost looked like, he felt sorry for me, but then he picked up the pace of his rubbing proving what a monster he truly was. My right hand flew to his hand and I tried to move his away but he didn't budge at all.

  The faster movements were taking my breath away. My hips rocked up meet his hand. I looked at him confused but his expression said that he expected it. He knew that it would happen? How had he known how my body would respond and I didn't?

  He looked pleased again. The stupid look that I must have on my face was probably very entertaining for him. I looked away again. He upped the pace again.
Was he punishing me? My hips rocked up to his touch as if greedy for more.

  I had a feeling that we were working towards a common goal. My mouth fell open and my body temperature raised. He tried to move so he could better see my face. A side view was all he was going to get. He didn't need to see my face to know that I was enjoying him.

  My back arched up of its own accord, pressing my head back into the pillow and at the same time exposing my neck. My whole body was responding to him touching me in my middle. My legs were opening giving him more access. My hips weren't only rocking to him, but also meeting his touch. They also seemed to have rotated outwards. I wanted more. Had he drugged me?

  My hand moved and tried to grab onto his wrist but it too thick. My other hand reached out to him too, not knowing where to grab on to him. My body started pulsing with tiny jerks that made made my back arch even more. I gasped loudly as I felt something like a shower of relief wash over me especially where his hand was. Several smaller jerks appeared like aftershocks following the earthquake that had proceeded it. I was still panting loudly when I realized that he was repositioning himself on top of me.

  “No.” I looked in his eyes as I shook my head.

  He looked puzzled. He took a finger and thrust it inside of me where no had ever been before. He pulled his finger out and showed it to me. His finger had gotten wet inside of me. He even looked confused. Then he continued his intentions. He took his thing in his hand and rubbed it up against me, up and down. Taking his time.

  I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him inside of me. I grabbed onto my ankles and spread my legs as far as I could get them to go.

  He placed his roundness at my opening between my legs. I had my hands on his shoulders trying to push him off of me but he acted like he didn't notice.