Free Southern Discomfort by Rachel Burns

arch that smacked into her behind.
    The force of the
blow pushed her forward and she straightened up to the point that she
had tucked her tummy in and was arching her back like a bow. Her
shoulders had come back and her breasts pointed to the ceiling. She
hadn't made a sound other than a gasp of surprise.
    “Get back into
position, Emily.”
    She wasn't sure
she could. Emily slowly relaxed her back and moved her feet back
again. She bent forward, feeling so vulnerable. The heat coming from
her backside was like a very uncomfortable bee string. “How many?”
she dared to ask.
    “Thirty.”
    She gasped again.
She had thought three or five, ten at the most but thirty. Emily was
certain that she couldn't take thirty of them. This wasn't one of
those moments in life where a person rises about themselves. She knew
that she was going to fail desperately. Would she end up begging him
to stop?
    As she worried he
brought the strap down sharply across her backside again. With the
same results.
    “Emily, if you
get out of position one more time I will add two more on to your
punishment.”
    That broke her
floodgates. She was sobbing something terrible. He longed to hold her
in his arms but this lesson was just too important. He waited for her
to bravely get back into position.
    Once she was he
brought the strap down again. Her muscles were tensed up so tightly
that she did stay in place. He gave her her next two a little more
quickly.
    She wasn't trying
to maintain dignity and her pride was long gone. Survival was the
name of the game now.
    He gave her her
next five quite rapidly. Always moving it just a little so her whole
bottom received the same attention. Her feet were sliding into the
floor. She would push one foot back and then lift it back into place
and then the other went off sliding. He let her absorb her first ten
before he started in with the next set.
    Drops of water
from her tears were on the floor.
    She couldn't
believe that anything could hurt so bad. At the moment she wished the
snake would have bitten her. Her bottom burned and felt like the
snake had bitten her there several times.
    She felt the
strap again and her body went flying again. “No,” she cried out.
She hadn't been ready for it and she was so disappointed in herself
for moving.
    “How dare you
tell me, no. Get back into position, Emily. You just earned yourself
two extras.” He had misunderstood her and she was in no position to
correct him. He strapped the set very quickly to an end.
    She had received
her first twenty and was crying pretty loudly. She didn't even waste
a thought if the others could hear her. Embarrassment could come
later. She had to concentrate on getting through the next twelve. She
was clenched so tightly not knowing when he would start in again and
not wanting to earn herself anymore extras. He backside stung
something terrible.
    He started in
again. She could hardly breathe. Her chest was jerking as it let only
tiny bursts of air in or out. He stopped. Was it over or was he just
taking another break? Her face was laying on her arms. She didn't
remember moving that way. She was too afraid to move into the
original position, but what if he was waiting for her to do just
that.
    Emily started to
slowly move her feet forward. She was in the awkward position of
lifting one foot when he brought the strap down again. She fell to
the floor.
    Panic racked over
her heart. She was clearly out of position. Her hand still hadn't
left the bed. She couldn't let go. Her grip was too tight. She sobbed
hysterically on the floor. She was so afraid of how many extras he
would tack on for this.
    “Emily?” He
sat down with her on the floor. She had her eyes squeezed shut so
tightly. He reached out to her face and pushed some of her hair away.
    “Emily, we're
not finished. I need you to get back up again. No more nonsense. I'll
help you up. Give me your hand.” Nathaniel stood up and tried to
remove one of her hands from the bed, so he could