The smack could be heard down the street! At least that what it felt like to Dean, whose beautifully sculpted body rippled with sweat. He panted softly, waiting, wanting more. His taught body was suspended on a heavy wood St.Andrews Cross. The thick leather straps that bound his wrists were supple but strong. He wanted this, he NEEDED this.
"Do you want a blindfold?" A females voice asked soft as velvet, but as commanding as leather.
"No" Dean breathed out softly.
"I can't hear you!" She cracked the paddle against her hand hard enough to make Dean wince.
"No Ma'am" he panted louder
"Thats better" she smiled as she moved closer to his sweat glazed body.
She moved the paddle gently from Deans torso to his thigh and stoped at his sculpted buttocks. Dean took a sharp breath,expecting a smack, but it didn't come. She waited until he relaxed and *powhack* the hard wood collided with his ass with force and fury. Dean shook and breathed deep, this had been long missed and long overdue.
"Thank you" he huffed not even wincing at the pain anymore. He could feel it but it didn't hurt,not like it used to.
"Count down" the woman commanded
Dean knew this meant the end of the session. He knew he was finished and so did the woman. She knew him well.
"5" he growled, *thwap* "4" teeth barred *smack* "3" he moaned *twap* "2" he couldn't take it anymore *fwap* "1" *whoosh thwap* the final blow was all it took. Dean growled and flexed, he yelled a carnal yell that had been pent up since the session started. He released all the anger, grief and bitterness with that yell. Everything he had in him, was gone, for a moment. His mind was blissfully blank as the woman gently unfastned the leather straps. She carefully caressed his arms and back as she guided Dean to the floor with all the gentility of a mother caring for a child. She hummed softly a tune that Dean couldn't recognize. His mind was hazzy and his legs sore from tention but he felt no pain. No hurt, anger or sadness or anything really except silence and peace. He desperately needed this release. The woman lead him to a soft mattress on the floor. She covered him with a warm soft blanket and sat behind him rubbing his body whilst continuing her song. He wanted to lay there forever, soaking in the peacfulness that was the aftercare, not wanting to remember the horrors of his daily life. This was his only solice but he knew it wouldnt last, at least he had it for now and that is all he needed as he drifted into a deep relaxing sleep.