~*~*~*~ Disclaimer:
So, I promised myself I wouldn't write anymore stories until I finished my other two, but I simply couldn't resist for long! I failed. And yet, I'm perfectly fine with it!
Anyways, so this story does contain non-consensual spanking of an adult (Ana by Christian), and so you have been warned and if you don't like that sort of thing…please, no one is forcing you to read it, and I would appreciate not receiving hateful reviews. That's all ;)
I don't own any piece of The Fifty Shades Trilogy, nor will I ever, sadly…They belong rightfully to their owner, E.L James. However,
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Carla P.O.V (Ana's mom)
I felt that I was simply at a loss. Like there was nothing I could do, and…truth is…there wasn't. When Ana was 13, and I was married to my 2nd husband, Steve…something happened to her. I never really knew what it was, but that was when it all started it seemed. It was part of the reason I had left Steve. I didn't know if it was his fault, but it seemed the moment he moved in, Ana fell silent and became a wall flower. She was no longer my bright, happy girl…she was a shell of what she had been. And she was fading away, slipping right through my fingers. That was when her eating disorder had started. I hadn't noticed at first, she had begun to wear baggy clothing, but when her cheek bones became more and more visible and she was constantly hanging over my shoulder when it came to my cooking, I took notice.
I had asked her repeatedly, but she always brushed it off and said she was stressed or that she was just getting into shape. I berated myself often for it, but I had let it go and had taken her excuses. But one day, I walked into the house, and had found her at the bottom of the stairs, unconscious. I had called for an ambulance immediately, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get any response out of her.
The doctors had said she weighed 97lbs, and that it was normal for a parent to be oblivious to the signs and/or in denial as to what was happening. The next news had broken my heart into a million pieces. They had done a complete physical while she was sedated…I had given them my consent, and although Ana would hate me when she woke up, I had to know if someone had hurt her.
And they had. Someone had raped my baby. And, she wouldn't tell me who.
She was back in Georgia with me now, after a painful break up with her boyfriend, Christian Grey. She wouldn't talk about it, but I knew she was hurting. And hurting a great deal. She had been avoiding me for about a month and a half, and when I invited her out to lunch when my suspicions had got the best of me…she had ever so hesitantly agreed.
When I saw her, I cringed. She had lost about 20lbs, and probably weighed about 105 lbs. She wasn't a skeleton, but she was much skinnier, enough that it scared me. She had thought I didn't notice, but during the lunch, she hid some of the food and separated her food out on the plate, while sipping every once and a while at her diet coke. I had to do something. I had to. For her sake.
I knew that Christian Grey had taken care of her, I knew it by how he had come out to Georgia to see her last summer when she had visited. It had been about 3 months since they'd broken it off. That was when the idea hit me…Would he help now? It was a stretch, but I knew there wasn't much I could do about it now. Any time I broached the subject, she changed the subject or just like when she was younger…she brushed me off. I could hardly put her in another hospital. She would just check herself back out if she truly didn't want to be there. So, my second option?
Ana stood up and exited to the restroom to most likely do what I didn't want her to do the most,
Purge. Empty her stomach of what little she'd eaten. I looked to her purse, knowing she would be gone for about 5 minutes. I rummaged through her purse, and tried to ignore the bile that rose in my throat when I saw the food she had hidden. I found her phone and opened it, and scrolled through her contacts until I found his number.
I copied it down on a napkin and shoved it into my purse, and replaced her purse as it had been. When she came out, I put on a neutral face, although I felt I was betraying her. When the lunch was over, I jumped at the opportunity to do something for my beloved daughter and dialed his number.
Christian P.O.V
I ignored the number that popped up on my phone, figuring it was another reporter. I hadn't left my home much at all in the past few months except for on business. Which was my only real distraction. I turned away the submissive that Elena sent to me. To be honest, it sickened me to think of replacing Ana. I knew she had moved to Georgia, but for some reason, no matter what I did I couldn't get her out of my mind. I felt a void in my heart. And although I had promised myself I would never fall in love with one of the women I 'dated'…There was something about Ana that melted me and set myself at ease.
My phone rang once more, and I snatched my phone out of my pocket,
"Grey." I snapped.
"Mr. Grey?" Came a weak voice, filled with sorrow, and seed of worry buried deep inside me for no reason at all,
"This is Carla. Carla Steele, Ana's mother."
I froze as a pang of pain thrust itself into my heart.
"Yes. Mrs. Steel." I said, clearing my throat, "How can I help you."
"I need your help. Ana needs your help." A small sob broke through the woman on the other end of the line, and it made me sick to my stomach with worry, what the hell had happened?
"What's happened?" I asked in a pleading tone.
When Carla had begun, I was at a loss for words. Then, it all fell together…Ana's resistance and fire when it came to eating. But, I never knew she had an eating disorder…or that she was a recovering survivor of a severe one that had plagued her in her teenage years.
"My God." I whispered.
"She needs you Mr. Grey. Please…"
"I'm on my way." I said.
"Thank you. Thank you." She whispered.
I ended the call, and practically ran to the car, without even waiting for Taylor, I took off to the airport, knowing Charlie Tango wouldn't be able to make the flight. I waited for hours until the next flight to Georgia began boarding.
It took 4 hours. 4 achingly long hours, before I met Carla at the airport. She gave me a rundown of Ana's current situation. I knew she felt guilty for it, but after that, we set up a plant where she would lead Ana to my hotel room and trap her there. Because, in her apartment, I would be at a disadvantage. And right now…that couldn't happen. Not when the scene was so fragile…I was going to do anything I could to help her. Anything I had too. Even if it meant taking her across my knee against her will. I wasn't going to let her waste away.
Ana P.O.V
I didn't understand why my mother was leading me into a hotel…she simply said that she was meeting a friend to discuss something for work…but why did I have to be here? I was paranoid and worried that she was hiding something from me. But I put my fears at ease by telling myself…this was a hotel. There was hardly anything she could do here. And besides, she didn't know that my eating disorder had taken over my life again. It broke my heart that it had consumed me again…but it was control. I liked it…I liked being able to have control over the pain I felt about…Christian. I was shaken from my thoughts when we arrived at the door. She knocked, and I didn't see who the person was because the moment the door was opened, my attention was back to her as she said,
"I'm sorry Ana, but this is for your own good."
I froze in fear, then looked to the person at the door.
No. No. NO! My subconscious screamed, I took off to the side and down the hall, but I only made it about 10 feet before I felt strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist and pick me up off the ground.
"No! Christian put me down!"
"Hush." He said sternly but softly in my ear.
My mother's face was stricken with sorrow, and my throat was tight with betrayal so I wasn't able to say anything as Christian carried me into his room. He sat me down then, shut the door, and dead bolted it, then chained it.
I stood there, stunned, and nervous. I shot my emotions down to avoid the hurt.
His eyes scanned my body and I squirmed,
"What're you doing?" I whispered.
He tilted his head to the side, "Your mother and I are staging an intervention and I suggest you do as I say." He put a finger up as I nearly interrupted him, "Or your mother and I are going to forcibly drag you to a 72 hour hold clinic."
"You wouldn't dare." I murmured, not so sure of myself anymore.
"I would."
He stepped forward, and I took a step back, he narrowed his eyes at me and again I fidgeted beneath his gaze.
"Take your clothes off, Ana."
I stilled, "No." I squeaked,
He stepped forward and I felt my back hit a wall. How had I gotten all the way across the room!?
Suddenly, he was about a foot from me, and I held my breath.
"Now. Anastasia, or I will strip you naked," He threatened, then he said in softer tone, "You're not getting a choice in this…even if I have to spank you."
"You-you can't do this." I whispered, in shock.
"I can, and I will. Ana, you're mother and I care about you and this is why this is happening."
He stepped forward and reached for the draw-string of my sweatpants. In a last second hope, I took off around him, ignoring his earlier warning, and made a run for it.
Again, I let out a small scream as he caught me.
This time he didn't speak as he sat on the bed, and positioned me across his knee. The fact that I was fighting him didn't faze him what so ever as he placed his other leg over mine and pulled my arms behind my back.
"NOO!" I cried.
"Hush." He ordered, "There's no one to hear you, Ana."
"No, no Christian, please! Don't spank me!"
"You haven't given me a choice Anastasia. And, I need you to know. This has nothing to do with my sexual gratification. I do this because I care about you."
"Nooo!" I sobbed, he reached under me and untied the drawstring of my sweatpants. Before stripping them downwards.
I kicked and struggled adamantly, earning myself a firm warning,
SWAT. SWAT. SWAT.
"Ow!" I yowled.
"Stop fighting me." He said.
He patted my bottom twice then began.
I thought I would be able to handle the spanking considering he'd given me a spanking bare with his hand before, and I had been able to bare it. And… compared to the belt, I was sure it couldn't be that bad.
I was shocked by how much pain his hand could cause me. Punishment was much different when he wasn't getting any sexual benefit out of it. Instead of the smacks that came every few seconds after he'd rubbed the sting out…this was non-stop. Three swats to one area, then to another, until my ass felt like it was on fire. But I refused to give him any response. I felt like it was defeat, and I wasn't willing to give him that.
He had a strong hold on me and my movement was thoroughly restricted. Which meant, every time his palm landed across my sore bottom…it was exactly where it would hurt the most. He had practice, and he was experienced. And God, it hurt.
He sighed, sending my stubbornness.
"You're fighting me Ana."
"Screw you." I whispered, although tears were running down my cheeks. I felt him tense in anger, my disrespect getting to him.
"Alright." He said, then the next thing I knew, my panties were slipping down my legs, a small sob shook my body. Then I felt cool wood against my stinging, well-punished behind.
Nooo…
I looked back over my shoulder and saw a wooden brush in his hand. I hadn't noticed he'd had it sitting on the bed next to him. Hadn't mad bottom suffered enough!? He'd been spanking me for about 3 and half minutes with that strong hand of his.
"I'm sorry Ana." He said, and I was shocked by the sincerity in his voice.
WHACK
"Ah!" I cried, "No! Please, noo! I'm sorry!"
"It's too late for that Ana." He said softly.
WHACK
Another painful swat. The pain was intense and I was sure I wouldn't be sitting for a long time. Because now…his swats landed across the backs of my thighs and the sensitive under-curve of my bottom that had already suffered his wrath.
"Aaaah!" I cried, and he paused as sobs shook my body.
"Tell me why you're doing this Ana." He said, when I didn't answer, he swatted me, and I cried out once more.
"B-be-because…it- I mi-ssed you…and it's-it's the control!"
"Control?" He asked, puzzled.
"Yes!" I cried. "I felt like everything was falling apart around me…and it gave me something to distract me. Something that was in my control!"
"Well, it's not anymore." He said. I tensed,
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
"You're not getting rid of me, Ana. You're not my submissive, but I will not stand back and watch you starve yourself.
My stomach fluttered against my will due to his caring.
"No. No, this is mine. I get to control what goes in and out of my body, and I can starve myself if I want." I said, against better judgment. And…it earned me ten sharp swats, and once more I was in tears over his knee,
"You are practically begging for another spanking Ana. Is that what you want? For me to spank you for the next 10 minutes? Because believe me, Ana, when I say this; If that's what it takes to keep you safe then so be it." He said, his hand running over my bottom and the backs of my thighs in a warning but comforting gesture.
"No…" I whispered.
"No what?"
"No…I don't want you to spank me again." I whispered, feeling like a child.
"Good." He said, "Prove it." He patted my bottom, and helped me up. He let me pull up my panties, and even that thin fabric increased the fire in my backside and I whimpered. He looked at me in sympathy, and when I reached for my sweatpants he stopped me.
"No." He said.
He took my arm in his hand, and I was confused as he led me to the corner of the room. He faced me towards it and a certain dread filled me.
"Stay right here. Don't move, Anastasia."
"I'm not a child." I whispered, looking over to him. He took my chin in his fingers and tilted my head back,
"I am well aware of that." He said.
"Now." He said, facing my face back towards the corner. "Don't move."
"And if I do?" I asked.
He put his hand to my bottom and squeezed slightly causing me to step to my tip toes,
"Ow." I gasped,
"If you move, I'll have you sit in the desk chair for the next 10 minutes."
The idea of sitting made me cringe.
"Okay." I whispered, and he rubbed my back soothingly, then backed off.
I stood there for about 10 minutes, rubbing at my sore bottom. What had I done? Letting E.D take over my life again. The idea of how hurt my mother was, broke my heart, and I began to cry. When my cries became sobs I felt arms wrap around my waist, and he cradled me in his arms, before laying me on the bed, curling me into his body, he pulled the blankets over us.
"Sssh." He hushed me stroking my back. He reached over to the nightstand, and when he reached back to me, I gasped as his hand touched my sore bottom.
I tried to wriggle away from it, and closer to him.
"Stop." He rebuked my softly, "Stay where you are."
My breathing was labored slightly as he rubbed a cream into my bottom. It stung like hell at first, but then it became cooler and I relaxed into his arms, suddenly exhausted.
"My mother…" I murmured sleepily.
"I know." He said softly, "I texted her."
I nodded, and anxiety crept through me…
"I'm scared, Christian…" I whispered.
"I know baby, I know. We're going to get through this. I'm never letting you go again. I promise."
I hadn't said I would take him back, but in my heart….I had never let him go.
"I love you…" I whisper.
His arms tightened and I knew he was scared. Then, he shocked me, completely,
"I love you too, Ana." Then he kissed my head.
"Sleep." He ordered. "You have a long day tomorrow."
I cringed, "What do you mean?"
"3 meals. Protein drinks in between. Each meal you skip will be a minute of spanking at the end of the night."
I whimpered, "You can't be serious…"
"I am." He replied, "I'm not taking chances with this."
I groaned, not sure how the next few days were going to go…and my bottom tingled at the thought of his threat…
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Oh…and uh…I posted this on a whim, and didn't edit…sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes ;)