KEN
She looks scared. And cute. But mostly scared. Funny how she can land in the middle of one of the most brutal war zones in the modern world and not bat an eye, but at one threat to smack her deserving bottom she suddenly finds her fear.
I’m not trying to scare her. I am trying to make an impression though. There’s a whole lot of ways to get through to a hard-headed brat, but spanking is the most effective by far in my opinion. Doesn’t do any long term harm, but makes a good impression physically and emotionally. Mary has been practically begging for once since we met in the mess.
A more permissive soldier might be alright with a smart mouthed embed, but I am not that guy. My life depends on being able to assess people in an instant. I need to be able to tell if I’m in the presence of a friend, or a foe. I need to know if someone can be trusted, or if they’re a loose cannon. Over the years, I’ve developed a pretty good radar for reading people.
Mary is smart mouthed, disobedient, and planning on being a handful for sure. I’m going to get well ahead of that and make sure before she goes to bed tonight, she knows exactly where she stands with me.
Might seem like I’m coming down on her hard ahead of time, but that’s how discipline works in the military. You don’t wait for a problem to manifest itself. You nail that thing down hard before it gets a chance to get started.
“Ken,” she says. I like the way my name sounds coming out of her mouth, though in her case, sir would probably be more appropriate. “Maybe we got off on the wrong foot.”
The back-peddling is in full swing now. She really doesn’t want her butt whacked. All the more reason to do it. Girl like her, with a history of monsters, needs to know that what I have in mind won’t be torture.
Even though she’s trying to seem composed, her eyes are wide, and her face is pale. She’s genuinely frightened. Maybe I should back off a little.
Extending a hand across the space between us, I pat her knee gently. “Don’t worry little girl, you’ll survive.”
She doesn’t like that one bit. Her laptop is cast to the side as she lunges forward, spitting fire.
“I am not a little girl,” she practically growls. “I am a woman, and you will respect my independence.”
Nope. No chance of backing down now. Besides, if I hold off on giving her what I know she damn well needs just because I know her past, I’d be doing just what she doesn’t want, and treating her like she’s damaged.
“You don’t have any independence where I’m concerned,” I inform her calmly. Her face is only inches from mine and she looks more beautiful than ever. Pale fear has given way to a heated flush on her cheeks. The other end of her will be an even brighter color soon. I’m now more determined than ever to give her a good spanking. She needs someone to take her in hand, settle her down. She’s brave, but it’s the kind of bravery looking for direction and a firm hand.
“You can’t…” she splutters. “You can’t just declare yourself my owner.”
Her words make me grow hard. Owner. Yes. I want to be her owner. I want to possess her completely. I want to throw her down and ravage her tight little pussy, but right now she needs a spanking, and it’s a spanking she’s going to get.
“Over my knee, little girl.”
“Don’t you call me that,” she growls.
This is devolving into an argument. I’m not going to tolerate a battle of wills. That completely defeats the purpose of this entirely, so instead of saying another word, I take her arm and give her a quick tug.
She tumbles over my lap with a little shriek of surprise, her nice full ass presented adorably in the flight suit which is tight over her hips and rear. I’d rather spank her on the bare, but I don’t want to strip her naked right now. She’s frightened enough as it is. Having the padding of her clothing will dull the sting a bit and ease her into the concept of discipline.
“Settle down,” I soothe, snugging her close to my body, one arm wrapped around her waist.
“Let me up!”
“Not until I’m done with you. I’m not going to spend the next month arguing with you. You’re going to learn to do as you’re told right now.”
“Ken!”
Oh I really love the sound of her saying my name, especially gasped in that breathy way which sounds almost as excited as it does frantic. I don’t know how she’ll take this. It could make her even angrier. It could make her break down completely. I don’t want either of those outcomes, but I can’t control everything. I just need to control her.
I rub her bottom once or twice just to calm her down, then swat her. It’s not hard enough to seriously hurt her, but it is more than enough to get her attention. She gives a little yelp which is just damn well adorable. I want to hear it again, so I swat her again, my hard palm finding her sweet, soft bottom.
She’s perfect. I can’t believe she’s in my arms. Well, over my lap. There’s hardly a day that’s gone by since she was taken away that I haven’t thought about her. This wasn’t what I’d planned to do with her, but turns out she needs it and I’m more than happy to give it. This is a side of me that rarely gets free reign. It’s one thing to command men and women in the field, but to dominate a spirited woman in the bedroom, that’s what really excites me.
I spank her bottom again, my palm covering one cheek entirely, cupping her cheeks. I can’t really feel what lies beneath the thick fabric, not entirely, but the gentle swell and roundness of her cheeks is just evident enough to make me want to see more.
This woman is driving me to distraction. My cock is rock hard, even though I know there’s no chance of getting laid. This isn’t foreplay. This is discipline.
“You are going to do as you’re told, young lady,” I lecture as I start spanking her in earnest. “You are going to listen to my orders and you are going to follow them. If you don’t, you’ll find yourself right back here over my thighs, having your bottom spanked.”
“Ow!” She complains in return, gasps and yelps and similar sounds escaping her with every swat. I’m barely spanking her really, but she’s rolling her hips and squirming against me for all she’s worth, and it’s enough to grind my cock into a near painful state of arousal. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think she was doing it on purpose.
I spank her a little harder, hoping to settle her, though that’s a counter-intuitive thing to do and it doesn’t work at all. The harder swats make her yelp and grind and… was that a moan?
I rub my hand over her wriggling cheeks and give her another firm swat nice and low. The sound she makes is definitely carnal.
“Little girl, are you listening to me?”
My hand slides from around her waist and tangles in her hair, giving me leverage to lift her head up and pull it back, the other hand sliding down over her cheeks, my fingers finding the space between her thighs. If there wasn’t so much fabric down there, this would be lewd.
Her hips rise, pulling her pussy up into my hand. She wants this. She’s giving herself to me. If we were anywhere other than a box in the middle of the desert, if I didn’t know what she’d been through, I might give into the desire to take her the way I want to. But I’m still worried for this woman, and as tempting as it might be to take advantage of the heat between us, that’s not what this moment is about.