Free Innocence Tempted by Samantha Blair Page A

down spread over my lap with her ass under my right hand.
    I made it hard and fast. My handprints spread out all across her backside. She gritted her teeth and kept silent for a long time. I didn't stop. I couldn't. She needed to face this.
    She cried out for the first time around seventeen. She was so strong. My hand ached. I should have used a paddle.
    She squeezed her eyes shut around twenty-one and a single tear ran down her cheek. She looked so broken. It took everything I had to keep going. I knew it was for the best, but it nearly killed me anyway.
    I took her all the way to thirty. She turned her face fully into the armrest and sobbed hard into the towel. When I was done, I turned her and pulled her naked form to my chest. She felt so small in my arms. Her whole body shook as I rocked her gently.
    She tried to talk, but I only caught about a quarter of it. She was sobbing so hard that it was impossible to decipher. The broken pieces that I caught were about her mother. She blamed herself for her mother’s leaving. She thought her own mother hated her.
    I held her and let her cry. I hated to see her so broken, but it was obvious to me that she needed this. The best thing to do was let her mind catch up to the emotional outpouring that her body was experiencing. I hoped that she would be able to breathe a little easier when it was all over, but in that moment it was heartbreaking to witness. All I could do was be there for her. I would always be there for her, protecting her, even from herself—especially from herself. If she could just let go and escape the world for a little while, I would keep her safe in my arms.  
    It was another fifteen minutes before the tears stopped, and she could inhale normally again. She clung to my shirt like a scared child. I pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped her in it.
    "Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked.
    She nodded, but then refused to get up when I tried to move her. “You have to let me up, if you want tea, sweetheart.”
    “Not yet,” she protested.
    I kissed the top of her head and pulled the blanket tighter around her. She could take as long as she wanted. I would never get tired of holding her. I cradled her head against my chest and massaged the base of her neck until she slowly pulled herself away. 
    When she was ready, I left her curled in the blanket on the couch and went to make two mugs of tea. I handed her one, and she cradled it in her hands.
    "You okay?"
    She met my eyes briefly before nodding. "Will you just hold me a little while longer?" she asked.
    "Of course," I said , setting my mug on the table. She crawled into my arms and laid her head against my chest.
    "Thank you," she whispered. "Not for this, I mean, for letting me—"
    "Shhh, you don't have to thank me, Kat. We can talk about it if you want, but you don't have to justify yourself to me. It's okay. You’re safe here."
    She nodded against my chest and then simply murmured " T hank you," again.
    I held her until she was ready to go. I retrieved her dry clothes and walked her out to her car. The rain had let up and was only a drizzle now.
    "You going to be okay getting home?"
    "Yeah." I brushed her hair back from her face.
    "Call me when you get there. Okay?"
    " ’ Kay. Good night, Sir."
    "Good night, Katlyn."
    I stayed on the porch and watched her red tail lights disappear around the bend.

Katlyn
    I lay in bed barely able to keep my eyes open. What a week. I couldn't remember a time when I had ever felt more drained. I was exhausted.
    I had come home from Cody's house and sat in the hot shower for a while with the water cascading down over my head. It felt wonderful after all that chilly rain followed by an absurd bout of crying. I was thoroughly embarrassed. Why would he do that to me? Surely crying, blubbering women didn’t arouse him. I'd gotten snot all over his shirt. I was mortified.
    I had to admit though, I felt... free. It was as if I was physically lighter. I