Tara and Kensie: Part IV

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I have more story.
No cliffhangers, I promise :)

(Thanks for beta skills Alyx)


    
   Tara shook her head as she walked back to the couch and pulled a small well-worn leather strap from the side table drawer. She wasn’t certain where the strap had come from originally but she had received it from her first lover who had used it enthusiastically on Tara’s own bottom whenever she stepped out of line. Tara felt a shiver run up her spine at the memory. She wouldn’t be using it quite so intensely on Kensie but the girl was certainly in for good dose of it.

   Tara sat back down on the couch, and began gently running her fingers along the leather strap. It was a bit deceptive with respect to its intensity. Being so well worn it was soft and flexible rather than stiff and smooth but the intensity of the sting it could impart on your bottom would force the air from your lungs in a single gasp while the ferocious burn that followed quickly would leave you gasping for breath. It would take a few moments before the inevitable cry of pain would finally escape your lips.

   Tara shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked up towards Kensie who was shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. She sat back admiring the pert, round, and very red, bottom in front her and sighed.

   'Time to finish this,' she thought.

   "Kensie," she called softly, trying not to startle the girl.

   It didn't work. Kensie jumped. She had been lost in her own thoughts. Wondering what Tara had pulled out of that drawer. Knowing she was probably going to be spanked with it, whatever it was.
  
   She had figured her spanking wasn't over when she'd been sent to the corner. It had hurt, yes, but Tara had only used her hand. Kensie knew there was no way she would get away with just a hand spanking for something as egregious as lying. And, if she was honest with herself, she was glad. She felt terrible for deceiving Tara and a handspanking, regardless of the fact it had been painful enough to bring her to tears, just wasn't enough. She didn't feel that she had truly paid her debt. She didn't feel cleansed. 

   Tara put the strap behind her back. "Come here," she ordered.

   Kensie looked over her shoulder as she dropped her hands to her sides.

   "Come on," Tara made a come hither motion with her fingers, "lets finish this."

   Kensie turned to face Tara and started slowly towards her, looking at her lap, her hands, the couch on either side of her. No sign of the implement. She stopped just out of reach, wringing her hands together.

   Tara raised an eyebrow. "Kensie," she said warningly as she reached out her hand.

   Kensie bit her lip and furrowed her brow but reached out to put her hand in Tara's.

   "Good girl," Tara said as she pulled Kensie to stand in front of her, between her legs. "We're almost finished."

   She pulled Kensie down over her left thigh. Adjusting her so her bottom was pointing well up towards the ceiling before she clamped her other leg across the backs of both of Kensie's.

   "Give me your hand," Tara ordered.

   Kensie whimpered but obeyed. Slowly reaching her right hand behind her.

   Tara gripped Kensie's wrist and held it firmly to her lower back before reaching for the strap and laying it across Kensie's quivering red cheeks.

   Kensie whimpered in recognition and tried to press her hips into Tara's thigh, away from the strap. Tara had told her about this strap -- well worn, well used, capable of igniting the fires of hell across one's ass. This was going to be highly unpleasant.

   Kensie started to squirm as Tara lifted the strap then paused, waiting to ensure Kensie couldn't squirm out of position before bringing the strap down hard on the crown of her right cheek.

   As expected, initially the only sound in the room was the loud 'crack' of leather against bare flesh.

   A moment of silence followed as all the air rushed from Kensie's lungs before she sucked in a gasping breath and cried out sharply, bucking her hips against the stripe of searing pain that had been imparted across her tender rear.

   Tears burned her eyes as she continued her desperate attempts to squirm away the pain.

   Suddenly a second stripe of pain was laid down on her left cheek.

   Kensie squealed and bucked and squirmed as much as she could in her restrained position. A few tears began to stream down her face.

   A third strike landed, on her right cheek, just below the first. Quickly followed by another on the left.

   "Ahhhhhhaaaa! Nooo, pleeease. I'm sorrrrrry," Kensie cried, tears flowing freely.

   Tara paused, giving Kensie a chance to catch her breath, and closed her eyes. Kensie's cries pained her. She knew they were real. Knew she was hurting. Knew the scorching pain this strap imparted.  And knew she had to continue. So she rested the strap low on Kensie's bottom, right across her sit spot and steeled herself as Kensie shook her head rapidly from side to side whimpering and whining, "No, please-please-please-please-ple--."

   Her pleading was cut off as Tara brought the strap down hard. She tightened her grip on Kensie's wrist and clamped her leg down harder as Kensie tried desperately to squirm away from the pain. She was crying freely and vowing to never ever lie ever again!

   It took nearly a minute for Kensie to calm down enough that Tara could focus on landing the next strike to Kensie other cheek.

   Kensie arched up and howled then dropped back down burying her face into the couch cushion as she sobbed. "I'm sorryyy, I'm soo sorryyy," she cried pitifully. But she didn't fight. Didn't squirm. Didn't try to get away. She just lay across Tara's thigh and cried. Cleansed. Submitting to whatever punishment Tara saw fit to deliver.

   Tara felt tears burning in her own eyes and blinked hard to force them away. She had intended to give her two more lashes - one to the back of each thigh - but couldn't bring herself to do it. It wasn't necessary. The lesson had been learned.

   She put the strap down on the table and released Kensie's wrist, then moved her hand up under Kensie's shirt to rub circles on her back. "Shhh, honey, it's okay. It's all over now," she soothed as Kensie's crying eventually slowed to sniffles and shaky breaths.

   "Come here sweetheart," Tara said as she lifted the restraining leg from Kensie's thighs and pulled her up slowly into her lap.

   Kensie winced and whimpered as she curled into a position on her right hip, careful to avoid any and all contact to her seared cheeks, and buried her face in Tara's shoulder, still sniffling.

   "I'm really sorry," Kensie whispered.

   "I know sweetheart. It's over and done with now. You know that, right?" Tara inquired, a hint of concern in her voice.

   Kensie smiled up at her. "Yes ma'am, I know."

   "Good." Tara smiled back, giving her a tight squeeze and kissing the top of her head. "I love you," she whispered into her hair.

   Kensie looked up into Tara's eyes and smiled. "I love you too."

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