She whimpered as she complied, leaning back across the couch.
He raised his arm again, and this time purposefully waited, knowing what she’d do in expectation of the blow. He could see her cheeks clench, and his gaze was dawn to her face. Sure enough, Lily Mae’s eyes flew open in surprise and she began to moan.
“Owwwww!!! Jace, my bottom! It hurts!”
“I know, baby. I laid that belt on pretty hard.”
“No! You don’t understand! Not the outside… the inside!!! Jace!! What did you put in my ass? It burns!”
He couldn’t help but smile a little now. “It’s a ginger root, Lily Mae. The same extract that gives your food that hot, spicy flavor is exactly what you’re squeezing out every time you clench your bottom cheeks. So if I were you, I’d try not to.”
Jace could tell she was trying as he brought the belt down again, this time landing the second welt just below the first. Lily Mae was sobbing now and wagging her bottom as she stamped her foot. He could tell by her reaction that he’d set her on fire, inside and out, and didn’t waste time, pressing his hand against the small of her back as he landed two more solid blows with the belt, crisscrossing the welts he’d already made with fresh ones.
“Please stop! Please stop! It hurts so bad!” Lily Mae’s face was a mask of agony and distress. Sweat was beading up on her arched back. She was clutching the back of the sofa so hard that her knuckles were pale, and her tits bounced as she stomped her feet. But even so, there was a thin line of glistening arousal running down the inside of one thigh, and when she leaned over again at Jace’s command, he could see that her pussy was wet and swollen, the engorged inner labia visible between the soft bare lips of her pussy.
Jace had not been kidding when he said the punishment would hurt him as much as it hurt Lily Mae. He’d never wanted her more. He longed to end her distress, to throw the belt aside and sink his hard cock into her pussy. But instead, he drew back the belt and caught her hard across the crest of her buttocks, sending her dancing in circles as she gyrated her bottom as if trying to shake off the pain and expel the root lodged in her bottom.
“Back over that couch, young lady,” he bellowed, and she cried out in distress and all but flung herself obediently back in position. To Jace, this was a clear sign that through the pain, his sweet Lily Mae’s mind was clearly on enduring the punishment, on proving to him that she was willing to do whatever it took to clean the slate of what she’d done.
Her whole bottom was a mass of welts. Jace was nearly done. He raised the belt and this time struck her across the thighs. Lily Mae fell so far forward across the couch that her feet left the floor and she lay there, rocking back and forth with her legs splayed. Between them, her pussy glistened, and the rim of her bottom hole around the ginger root was pink and puffy. It was time to end her torment.
Jace tossed aside the belt.
“We’re done, baby,” he said, and reached between her buttocks to remove the root. She wailed anew as he worked it out, and lay there, sobbing and defeated as he tossed it in the bathroom trash can and fetched a wet washcloth for her bottom.
“This might sting a little,” he said as he laid it across the welts, and she nodded, still sobbing, but let him soothe her bottom.
Jace was suddenly aware of how completely exhausted she looked. Lifting her to standing, he turned Lily Mae and lifted her into his arms. Her old bedroom was to the left of the living room, and he laid her facedown on the bed. He lay down beside her, cuddling her naked form against his clothed one.
“It’s all forgiven now,” he said. “No more lies and no more secrets, okay?”
“Never,” she said, her voice hitching. “No more lies or secrets ever again.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “Good girl. Now go to sleep, because tomorrow we leave for home. We still have a wedding to plan.”
*
Jace bought Lyle a plane ticket home the next morning before turning in his rental car and renting a U-Haul for himself and Lily Mae, telling her it made more sense to pack up her stuff for home rather than make another trip to California.
She couldn’t fault his logic, even if she did feel guilty watching him do most of the packing. Her bottom was still so sore she could barely sit or walk; she was especially determined to never do anything to earn any punishment involving ginger root again.
She told Jace she’d given most of her jewelry to Tony.
“Good,” he said. “Now there’s no way he can come back and say you two aren’t square.”