Page 4 of Quarantined With the Soldier

He didn’t say a word. He just reached for her, undid her seatbelt, and hauled her over his lap. She could refuse if she wanted to, but he wasn’t about to let this one slide. She’d been rude and belligerent all day, and all he’d been trying to do was keep her safe. She couldn’t sit in her bakery during a stay-at-home order. She was going to be fined or jailed and he wouldn’t have either happen to her.

“Hey!” She cried out, but she didn’t fight him as he started spanking her cute little ass. It was round and cute and soft, and he loved the sound his hand made against her. He smacked her over the skirt a few times before hauling it up and bunching it around her waist. She had on a little black thong that left nothing to the imagination, and he smacked her a few more times for good measure before yanking her skirt back down and helping her back up.

She looked at him with a horrified expression on her face.

“What the fuck did you just do?” She asked. “Did you just spank me?”

“First off, watch the language,” he said. “I’ve had enough with that.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he must have gotten the message across because she quickly snapped it shut again.

“Good,” he said. “You’re a fast learner. Listen up, Ava. I didn’t ask you an incredibly personal question. I asked if you were dating anyone. That’s not why I spanked you. You’re allowed to have secrets and if you don’t want to tell me, then that’s fine. What I do have a problem with is the fact that you’ve been snappy and short with me ever since I picked you up. I’m sorry that the world is going crazy and I’m sorry that we have to be quarantined. I know it’s inconvenient. I’m not going to let you go, though. For two weeks, you’re mine. I know you well enough to know that if I leave you alone for even five minutes you’ll be right back at the bakery.”

She bit her lip and looked away.

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?” He asked. “You’re telling me you’ll stay home and not go whip up a batch of double fudge chocolate chip brownies?”

“I didn’t say that,” she whispered.

“That’s what I thought. Buckle up.”

He waited for her to put her seatbelt back on and then he started the truck and kept driving. In a few minutes, they were pulling up in front of her house. He got out of the truck and headed around to her side. Luckily, she was smart enough to sit still this time. She didn’t try to run away or hurry out of the vehicle just because he took a few seconds to get to her. He helped her down and led her to the front door, and then he stood with her while she fidgeted with her keys.

“How’d you know where I live?” She asked, opening the door.

“We wrote letters.”

“And what, you just memorized my address?”

“Something like that.”

Maybe it was weird. It wasn’t like he’d planned to. It just wasn’t that hard for him to memorize things anymore. Stuff just came easy to him: addresses were one of those things. Besides, this was Ava.

“I’m impressed,” she finally said.

“About what?”

“That you remembered where I live.”

“It’s not that difficult. It’s not really that big of a town.”

“I’m sure anyone would remember where you live.”

“Nah,” she shook her face. “Nobody else has ever remembered.”

He looked at her carefully.

“Does that mean you’ve had some lovers, Ava?” He wanted to know. He was curious, but he wasn’t going to judge her. It was normal to have lovers, partners, relationships. These were the kinds of things that every young adult was supposed to experience.

“A few,” she told him. “Does that bother you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Why would it bother me?” He asked carefully.

“You like me,” she pointed out. “You spanked me on the ass, Dylan. You wouldn’t do that to someone you didn’t like.”

He laughed and shook his head.

“I’m not jealous, and I do like you. Now let’s go inside.”

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