Painful Consequences

by Breanna Hayse

  “I look forward to it,” Brittany grinned, biting his ear lobe. “I don't want to be anything like Rina, or have you be as unhappy as Stephen.”

  Reed grunted, standing. “Me neither, baby. And we will see about how much you really look forward to having a strong hand guiding your life. You can’t hide the look in your eyes when you are planning trouble, and I have gotten to know those eyes very well. Even now you are planning mischief. Do you deny it?”

  “Not at all,” Brittany giggled, allowing him to wrap a large beach towel around her wet body. “I am just wondering what you intend to do about it.”

  “I have some very explicit ideas. Let’s go inside.”

  Brittany followed Reed upstairs and sat on the edge of his bed as he rummaged through his dresser. He turned to her, holding two silver items in his hands.

  “Stand up for me and put your hands on top of your head. Good girl,” Reed said, pleased to see her eagerly obey him. “These are nipple clamps. Tell me if they are too painful for you to bear. I will not harm you, I promise.”

  Brittany gritted her teeth as he attached the first clamp to her left nipple, tightening it slowly until the little bud grew to an angry red between its jaws. Reed eyed her with concern, genuinely surprised with her willingness to be clamped. He waited until she nodded for him to apply the second one to her other side.

  “How does that feel?” he asked, stepping back.

  Brittany inhaled deeply, “It hurts, but it also is making me super horny. I think I can take more…”

  “You won’t need to. Keep your hands on top of your head and face the bed. Spread your legs and lower your chest to the mattress. Feel the clamps?”

  “Oh my… Yeah… What are you doing?”

  Reed patted her bottom with careless ease before he began to stroke her skin with tender, feathery caresses, his fingers tracing every curve and his palms tantalizing every inch of her protruding moons. His fingers slowly found their way to her throbbing pussy, and Brittany was as stunned as Reed at how easily they slipped inside of her.

  “My, my aren’t we wet?” he stated, his fingers moving in and out in long, teasing strokes. He stepped back and reached for his deerskin flogger, running the soft tongues over her bottom, the backs of her thighs, and her back. Brittany held her breath, waiting for the first stroke to bite her.

  “Holy shit!” she groaned as the device sent waves of pleasure down to her very toes. There was no pain, only a deep caress of the soft lashes as they thuddily kissed her body. Reed increased the strength of the stroke, seeing only tiny flakes of pink rising from the tips. The instrument was purely for pleasure, and Brittany felt her juices run down her thighs as he picked up the intensity. Reed whipped the flogger down the length of both her legs, her shoulders, and even between her thighs, catching her pussy with the soft tongues. Brittany moaned, dizzy with the biting pain of the nipple clamps and the throbbing caresses of the flogger.

  “More…” she begged. Reed paused and switched implements to a wide, doubled strap. He drew his arm back and cracked it solidly across her buttocks. Brittany squealed with surprise but stayed in place.

  “I found my dream girl,” Reed murmured, aiming the strap to target her sit spots. A loud crack, followed by a groan was heard, and Brittany lifted herself on her toes to adjust to the pain. Reed waited until she had settled with her feet flat on the floor to again apply the strap to her rosy bottom, which was growing hard as the broad, red stripes grew more vivid. Five more times the strap discovered the rebound of hot flesh, and five more times Brittany raised herself on her toes before jutting out her backside to receive more of the same. Reed ran his hands over the reddened skin, pressing kisses upon her beautiful swollen cheeks.

  He ran his fingers along her slit and gently inserted one into her bottom hole. Not hearing an objection, he removed an item from its packaging. Brittany remained in place, her eyes closed as she allowed her body to be engulfed in new sensations. She felt him bring her juices to her private entry, no longer caring about what he saw.

  “Breathe for me, Britt. Experience the pressure of what I am doing to your bottom hole. Beg for me to take you here,” he said, inserting a small plug into the entry. No resistance was met, and he slowly stroked the long, pink plug in and out of her backside while encircling her clit with his left index finger. He moved to the next size, generously covering it with lube, and found that she took that easily as well. In and out, he fucked her with the plug, his cock growing more and more restless as he watched the pink intruder disappear inside her tiny, puckered hole. Her groans grew, and she stuck her bottom out farther to accept the plug and anything else he wished to plunge into her.

  The third plug proved to be more of a challenge, and Brittany cried out as it slid inside of her body. Reed held it in place, stroking her red cheeks and pussy as she adjusted to the invasion. She had moved her arms from the top of her head to brace her body on the bed, her nipples now aching deeply from the merciless clamps.

  “How do you want it, Britt? Tell me.”

  “From behind… stick your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard,” she growled, shocked to hear such words escaping her. Reed grinned and pushed her knees onto the mattress, her body dripping as she opened herself for him. He stood behind her, aiming his cock for the hungry site. The base of the pink plug was bright against the crimson skin, and he felt the heat from her bottom under his hands. Without hesitation, he entered her, lunging his long organ deep into her body.

  “Harder!” Brittany ordered as he began to pump ferociously inside of her, his fingers gripping her hips as he sought the pleasure of her flesh. He reached around as she tensed, her climax near, and flicked the nipple clamps with his fingers. The gesture sent her over the edge, and he released the clamps from her as she came, causing her to scream in both pleasure and pain as the blood rushed suddenly back into her tortured breasts. On impulse, he pulled the plug from her bottom hole and entered her easily, sliding deep within the amazingly tight, incredibly hot space. It took only a few long, deep strokes before he climaxed too, shooting his seed into her as her tight muscles grabbed and milked him with hunger.

  Chapter Seven

  “Reed?” Brittany whispered into his ear the next morning. “I’m going out for a walk. I need to stretch. You wore me out last night.”

  “You're welcome. What time is it?” Reed asked sleepily.

  “Five. Go back to sleep,” Brittany responded. As she roamed down the familiar path, the air was cool and fresh, with a hint of sweetness. She lifted her nose to the air. Sweetness? She knew that aroma!

  “It’s a little early for that, don’t you think?” she asked as she came upon a young, blonde woman drawing hits from a joint. Brittany didn’t wait for an invitation as she sat down next to the startled woman. “My name is Brittany.”

  “I, uh… Maureen. My friends call me Mo.”

  “It’s good to meet you, Mo. Are you new in the area?”

  “Yeah, just came from back east to hang out with my cousins. It’s been a stressful year. Wanna hit?”

  Brittany gulped. Yes, she did… “Truthfully, I’m in recovery. My twin brother and boyfriend run the group here. It’s helped me a lot. Maybe you can come join us one night. It would be nice to have another girl there…”

  “Nah, group isn’t for me. I don’t have a problem with dope. I only do it now and then, you know, to get the edge off.”

  “I know how that feels,” Brittany sighed.

  It was well after eight when the two girls glanced up at the faces of two very worried, and more than annoyed men. Brittany smiled, standing and introducing her new friend to Brett and Reed. Neither man missed the scent of pot.

  “Britt, I can’t believe you broke your promise to stop,” Reed said, the look of disappointment clear on his face. Brett just looked angry.

  “I didn’t smoke! I swear!” Brittany panicked, glancing down at Mo, who sat sprawled against a tree. “I even talked to her about coming to group.”


  “I don’t believe you,” Brett growled. “How could you do this so soon?”

  “Please trust me!” Brittany burst into tears, clinging to Reed’s hand. “I swear, I didn’t touch the stuff. I’m not lying to you.”

  “Did she have any?” Reed asked the stoned girl.

  “Don’t know, don’t care,” Mo answered sleepily.

  “Smell my breath! Kiss me! You will be able to tell. Reed!”

  “We will discuss this later, Brittany. You, young lady, are another story. Up you go now. Where do you live?” Reed asked, pulling the woman to her feet. Brett caught her before she stumbled to the ground.

  “Don’t know, don’t care.”

  “Let’s take her home and get her sobered up,” Reed said to Brett. “I'm going to call into the station. I don’t want to leave either of them unsupervised right now.”

  Brittany’s heart sank as she heard the distress in Reed’s voice. He truly did not believe her, and it hurt her deeply. She silently followed them back to Brett’s house and went into the kitchen for coffee as they settled Mo onto the couch. Reed followed her with his eyes, his sadness evident.

  Mo quickly fell into a deep sleep, and the two men joined Brittany at the kitchen table. She had made French toast and bacon for them but picked at her own plate of food.

  “I want the truth, Britt,” Reed ordered, diving into his breakfast.

  “Why? So you can call me a liar?” Brittany’s eyes were red from crying. “You will never trust me, will you?”

  “I am worried about you, and last night…”

  “Was too incredible for me to ever risk losing you. Don’t you get it? I don’t need the pot anymore! I have you to fill my life with purpose. I have a future and hope, with positive attention and support. I don’t need to numb myself anymore. She,” Brittany thumbed in Mo’s direction, “needs the help right now, and I tried to give it to her, just like you did to me. I did what you taught me and reached out to someone else.” Tears filled her eyes.

  “The evidence…” Reed began.

  “…is superficial,” Brett cut him off. “Reed, look at her. She doesn’t appear to be stoned. She hasn’t touched her food, which is also another sign. And more so,” Brett said seriously, “she has not tried to drive off and avoid us. I’m sorry, Brittany. I should not have jumped to conclusions. I believe you.”

  “You do?”

  “Someone has to start believing us when we say something. I also know that you would not have brought home a stray without a reason. The Brittany who smoked dope would not have cared about that girl.”

  “Thank you, Brett. Your trust means a lot to me.”

  Reed said nothing, eyeing her carefully. Brittany looked up at him.

  “Reed, if you really think I am lying to you, then go get your strap and beat the living hell out of me. I won’t fight you.”

  “You know I don’t beat you, so stop trying to make me sound like an abuser,” Reed snapped angrily. “I am debating on how to apologize to you, okay?”

  “You are?”

  “Yeah. I’m a stupid fool to jump to conclusions without any hard facts. I’m sorry, honey. Forgive me?”

  “Of course! Thank you!” Brittany said, jumping to her feet and embracing him warmly.

  “If you weren’t so ugly, he would have realized he was being stubborn sooner,” Brett teased. “Now tell us what you know about that cute Little Jane Doe who is snoring on my couch.”

  “I think she needs your special brand of sobriety,” Brittany grinned, punching his arm. “But I’m just not sure if she can tolerate your hideous face when she’s sobered up.”

  Reed laughed, holding Brittany on his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist. “Let’s see what we can do for her. Gimme the phone so I can call into the unit and let them know what’s going on here. Then we will do some research into the identity of our guest.”

  * * *

  Brittany watched as the two men gently probed Mo for information once she awakened. She had started out stubborn and defensive, her tone changing once they informed her that she was under police custody. She looked terrified.

  “Am I going to jail?” she asked.

  “No…” Brett began. Good cop.

  “That depends on your cooperation, young lady,” Reed interrupted. Bad cop.

  “We know you are scared, and we want to help you. But you need to give us some information,” Brett said gently, squatting down next to her. “The lieutenant here isn’t very patient, especially since he found his girlfriend hanging out with you. Just tell him what he needs to know so we can get you home.”

  “I don’t want to go home. All they do is fight there. I came out here to get away from that. I wanted a new beginning,” Mo cried softly. Brittany wrinkled her brow and sat down next to the girl.

  “I know how awful that feels. My dad and I used to fight all the time, and I used that as an excuse to smoke and steal. I’ve been cured, thanks to these guys, and they can help you too. Please, let them. Let us be your friends and work on this together.”

  “There is a warrant out for my arrest,” Mo wept. “I missed a court date.”

  “Yes, we know. We ran a background on your license. You are in a heap of trouble, missy, but it can be worked out if you let it,” Reed said softly, eyeing Brittany.

  “How? I can’t see any hope in things getting better for me right now.”

  “One step at a time,” Brett reassured her, “The first is to admit that you are powerless against your addiction and that your life has become unmanageable.”

  “And what is the second step?” Mo sniffed.

  “We will talk about that later…” Brett said, offering a knowing grin to his sister and Reed. Truly, this would be a new chapter in The Spanker’s Guide to Sobriety!

  The End

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