When we got back home, David phone called us again, inviting us to their place for dinner. Sarina who was still dealing with her punishment, almost told her brother no. I was quick to accept though, and after ending the call telling her to keep her punishment in place.
I had placed Ben Wa balls inside her and told her to keep them in for six hours. She still had three hours left before she could take them out. This was only the first part of her punishment too.
"What if one falls out while we're there?" Her questions only make me chuckle on the inside.
Keeping my face as calm as possible, "Just go to the bathroom and push it back in."
She scoffs and crosses her legs, only to grunt and put them back down.
"They're uncomfortable." She pouts and I can't help the chuckle that escapes me at that.
"I didn't realize punishments were supposed to be comfortable, otherwise how do you learn from your mistakes?" I suppress the chuckle that wants to continue at the look of annoyance that crosses her face before guilt starts to rise on it.
"I guess it's bearable." She mutters under her breath and looks out the window at Alyssa's place as we enter the drive. We take note of the few extra cars parked outside.
As we enter the house, we're greeted by some of Alyssa and David's friends we recognized from the wedding.
"Hey! Everyone's out back!" They inform us as they grab some more ice from the freezer for a bucket.
We make our way out back, me noticing the tight way in which Sarina was walking which made me crack a smile. On the back porch there's music and drinks, something being basted on the grill by Amanda, who's waist is wrapped up in Dass's arms. I take note of how happy and carefree they both look at the moment.
David is holding Alyssa's stomach, talking to it, while someone is taking pictures.
Sarina suddenly grips my arm tightly, breathing heavily, making us stop just outside the patio.
"You okay?" I ask her, sounding concerned.
She glowers up at me, from under her brows, "I just need a minute." She says through gritted teeth.
Alyssa spots us and waves us over, making Sarina put on a smile while groaning as we walked over.
"SIS! DOC!" David shouts happily opening up his arms for his sisters hug. He grips her shoulders and shakes her back and forth, "Twins! Can you believe it!" He lets her go, much to her relief, only to be pulled into Alyssa's arms.
I lean down and hug David, happy to see him elated. Alyssa takes note of Sarina's discomfort written all over her face.
"Sarina? Are you okay? You don't look so good." She asks, placing a hand on her forehead, "You're flushed and a little clammy."
Sarina chuckles awkwardly, "I told Brian that I wasn't feeling up for this right now, but he insisted we had to at least stop by." She smiles, "I'll be fine. Just feeling a little off."
David chuckles, "Don't tell me you're pregnant too."
That gets him a smack on the back and his sisters ire, "Sorry brother, that's not happening right now. You ass.." She rolls her eyes at him as he sticks his tongue out at her.
"Damn brother, I got to hand it to you..." David says turning to me.
"Why is that?"
"Because, you've got a head of hair and all it's color.... a few more years with her... it'll be gone or white..." David starts laughing as Sarina's lips thin.
I chuckle with him, "If that's the case, I think it'll be bearable." I say using her words from earlier in the car.
Her eyes soften and her mouth loosens as she flips off her brother. "At least he'll have earned them." She says turning her back on her brother and giving Alyssa her attention.
"Ah." David waves his hand at his sister in dismissal, "Sisters..." He says rolling his eyes.
We start chatting a little bit, him telling me about the two little heartbeats and blobs that showed up on the ultra sound, before pulling out a picture that he had taken of the monitor.
After about an hour, Sarina came walking up on unsteady legs to sit down as we ate some barbeque and she sipped on wine. Alyssa was keeping a close eye on her, her nursing experience telling her something wasn't alright with her.
"After we eat, we can go." I let her know, to hear her sigh in relief.
"Thank you." She whispers as she starts eating faster.
When we got home I instructed her to take a shower, but keep the balls in place, her time was not over yet.
I joined her, taking some body wash in my hand and start to help wash her body using just my hands. Massaging her shoulders in slow, firm strokes, circling the base of her neck, loosening her tense muscles, she slowly starts to relax a little bit. I flush my chest against her body, reaching around her to wash her chest, paying special attention to her breasts. Washing them in firm, full, circles, nice and slowly, before I make my way farther down.
I continue to clean her with my hands until she's completely clean. I let her get out of the shower to dry off, while I clean up really quick.
I join her in the bedroom and check the time.
"You have fifteen more minutes." I inform her.
"Brian... please..." She starts to beg me.
I shake my head, "Get up on the bed on your hands and knees, your hands in the restraints. You've been doing so good, it's almost over..."
She whimpers as she does as instructed, having me lock her other restraint before going over and grabbing a few items for the rest of her punishment.
I bring out the paddle and she whimpers again. I take her reactions into consideration before moving forward.
"Sarina, do you think I'm going to beat you?"
She shakes her head, "No, sir. I'm already hurting though.."
I sigh, knowing that to be true. "I know, but do you think that I'm going to give you something that you can't handle?"
"I don't know if I can right now." She mumbles.
"You remember the safe word?" I see her nod in response, "IF you need to use it, use it. Alright?"
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, I want you to count, twenty is the amount." I inform her.
"TWENTY?!" She asks, shocked. "WITH THAT?!"
"Punishment to fit the crime..." I remind her. "So you don't forget."
Her hands clench the rope attached to her restraints, "Twenty." Is all she says.
*Smack-Smack* I do two quick on each cheek, making her lurch forward as she cries out. "One! Two! Thank you, sir!"
I let her take a few breaths before another quick succession of smacks, with the same amount of force.
"AH! Three! Four! Thank you sir!" She cries out again, breathing heavy.
"You know I love you, right, Sarina?" I ask her.
"Yes, Sir." She whines.
*SMACK-SMACK*
"AH! FUCK! FIVE! SIX! Thank you, sir!" She cries out, gasping as I smacked a little bit harder with the paddle.
"If you're feeling like I'm not giving you enough love and affection, tell me." I tell her, bringing the paddle down on her again, a little softer than the last two.
"Seven! Eight! Thank you sir!" She gasps, "I will sir." She grits out.
I give her two more, than another two.
"Twelve, thank you sir." She whines.
"You're doing so well, baby. You're more than halfway done with these." I run my hand over her ass, making her flinch.
"Thank you sir. I'll do my best to remember to let you know when I'm feeling insecure." She's trembling, but I can hear the resolve in her voice too.
*Smack-Smack-Smack*
"Thirteen, fourteen fifteen! Thank you sir!" A sob breaks free from her mouth, making my heart clench.
Looking at the time, I let her know, "You have five more swats. Then we'll remove the balls. I'm really proud of you, Sarina. You're doing so good. We're almost there." I lay a kiss on the skin of her back. She moves her body looking for more kisses, but I go ahead and give her another quick succession of smacks.
*Smack-smack-smack*
"AH!AH! AH! Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen." She takes a breath, sobs still struggling to break free, "Thank you sir." She sounds tired and worn, and I know that she's done.
Using my hand, I give each of her cheeks a light pat.
"Nineteen, twenty. Thank you sir." She starts to tremble, her hands loosening from the ropes. I pat her back, whispering soothing sounds to calm her.
"Okay, go ahead and release the balls." I instruct her, placing my hand in between her legs under her to catch them.
"I can't..." She whimpers, "I might release my bladder." She informs me.
I undo her restraints and pick her up, placing her over my shoulder and take her to the shower. I turn on the water, making sure it's nice and warm before standing with her still over my shoulder.
"Alright, release the balls."
"Brian..?" She wiggles to get down but I softly smack her tender cheeks, reminding her to follow my orders.
She sniffles, but I can feel her stomach muscles work to control the muscles to release the balls. She releases them, along with some of her bladder, but that doesn't bother me. I catch the balls, rinsing them off for now, and tell her to hold them while I clean her up.
I turn off the water, and step out to set her down and dry her off. She's shaking and can see the fatigue in her eyes, but I'm not done with her yet. After drying off, I pick her back up, bridal style and carry her to the bed, laying her on her back. I bring out the restraints with spreader bar for her wrists and put them on her. She whines like a sad puppy but doesn't say anything.
I climb up on top of her, pulling her wet strands of hair away from her face and run my hands down her body, teasing her senses. At first she's flinching when I touch her breasts, but when she realizes that I'm not causing her any pain, she starts to relax and lean into my hands.
I kiss her as I touch her, moving my tender knuckles across her nipples, cupping a breast with my palm, gently and firmly rubbing a thumb over it's expanse.
When she starts to moan at my touch my hands traveling south between her legs, I find her soaking wet.
"Please... I want you." She whines, parting her legs wide for me.
She lifts her hips up, offering herself to my hand that still gently rubs her. I pull my hand back, move myself between her legs, and take hold of the spreader bar, and hold it down above her head.
"Breathe in, nice and deep. " I tell her, lining myself up with her entrance.
"Now, release slowly..." I tell her, pushing my way into her channel, as far as I can and hold my self hard against her body.
"OH! FUCK!" She cries out, gasping as I continue to press forward, pulling back barely a fraction before pressing forward again. I don't stop until I'm fully seated inside of her, feeling her cervix on the tip of my cock.
"Brian." Sarina gasps, "please... I'm so sensitive" She wiggles her hips, begging for movement from me.
I move nice and slow, making her lift her hips to meet my thrusts, urging me to go faster, but I keep going nice and slow.
"I want you to remember this, Sarina. No matter what you're going through, I'm right here with you. I'm may seem harsh, or unloving, but all it takes is a few words from you, for us to fix and change the course. You just need to speak up."
She looks up at my eyes, her resolve is still shining in her eyes as she nods, "I'll remember. Now, please, Brian, make love to me." She requests.
I undo the restraints on the spreader bar, wanting her to touch me. She grips the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss as we roll around worshipping each others bodies, well into the night.