When Ty entered the barn, Amy was busy fiddling with the straps on Spartan, and she didn’t even notice him enter.
“Amy,” he said, and she nearly dropped the rope she was holding.
“What do you want?” she said, her voice dripping with acid. She turned back to the horse.
“Amy, listen, please,” he said, grabbing her by the arm. Finally, she met his eyes, and he saw that they were filled with tears. “I don’t want us to fight anymore.”
“I don’t either,” she said. “But I can’t forgive you after what you did with Blair.”
“I know, I know,” Ty said, and he felt his voice catch in his throat. “I’m so, so sorry. But I can’t live without you.”
But Amy was already shaking her head. “I can’t ever trust you again.”
Ty sighed, then he tried the last thing he could think of. He got on his knees and took Amy’s hand into his. “Please,” he said. “I’ll do anything. Punish me, shout at me, hit me. Whatever you want. I can’t lose you.”
Amy was quiet for a long time, and when next she spoke, it was only a whisper. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he said.
She nodded slowly, then without warning, she grabbed him with both of her arms and yanked him over to one of the wooden beams supporting the barn.
“What…what are you doing?” Ty said, suddenly covered with sawdust, but he didn’t try to fight her.
“I’m punishing you,” Amy said simply, and then she took the rope she was holding and used it to tie Ty’s hands to the beam. She tied the knot with practiced efficiency, just like she was preparing one of the horses, and when Ty struggled against it, he found that his hands were completely bound to the beam.
“Amy…what?”
“Get up,” she said. “Get up and bend over.”
Ty blinked, and then he obliged, getting to his feet and bending over, exposing his backside. He felt completely helpless in that moment, like a foal without its mother.
She reached to his waist and unbuckled his belt. It took her a few tries, but she managed to remove it, and with one, swift movement, she removed his pants and underwear.
Only then did Ty understand what was going on. He gulped, but whether it was out of fear or excitement, he couldn’t tell.
“This is for what you did to me,” Amy whispered, and then she drew the belt back like a whip and struck him across the backside.
The blow seared like fire, coursing through Ty’s entire body, and he groaned in pain. Before the pain from the first blow was even gone, Amy struck him again, and he moaned again.
“And that’s for breaking up with me,” she said. Ty heard the anger in her voice, the pain that she’d been keeping bottled up for so long.
“Hit me harder, then,” Ty said. “I know you want to.”
She did just that, and when the leather whipped across Ty’s ass, the fire felt nearly unbearable, like a red-hot poker was being held between his cheeks.
But then he realized he didn’t want her to stop.
“Why are you hard?” Amy said, stopping for a moment to look at the erection between his legs. “Ty, you’re rock hard.”
“Keep going,” he moaned, biting his lip so hard that he thought it might bleed. “Harder.”
Amy went silent, then she drew back the belt and struck again, and again and again, each time Ty moaning with pain and pleasure. He couldn’t tell which was which anymore.
“You like that? Huh? You little bitch,” Amy said.
“Yeah I do,” Ty growled. “Harder.”
She kept striking him, and Ty kept moaning, loud enough that some of the horses were beginning to wake up. A part of his brain wondered whether Jack or someone else might notice, but in that moment, he didn’t care.
He gasped as another blow landed on his backside. Ty had never felt so free.
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