Page 34 of Call Sign: Thunder
He didn't say a word as he positioned her body farther to the left until her torso rested against the plush end of the couch for support. Her head and left arm flopped toward the floor. She tried to get it back under her for leverage to get away, but a sharp slap to her right butt cheek with his open palm made her freeze.
"Now that I have your full attention, let's start this over again."
"Let go of me! You can't do this to me!"
"See that's where you're wrong, Allison. I can and I will roast this little bottom of yours until you get it through your head how precious you are. How you have people who care about you and while yes, you had a shitty thing happen to you down in Colombia, you came out of it alive."
The warm caress of his right hand massaging her bottom was in dark contrast to his harsh lecture. It had her off-base. She wanted to scream that she was too old for a spanking. That even if she wasn't, he had no right to deliver one.
As if to prove her wrong, Zach lifted his hand and let it crash down three times in the same spot in the center of her left butt cheek. Warmth spread across her skin seeping lower to body parts he hadn't touched yet. The next three swats to her right half ignited the fire in her as if she'd been injected with the drug lord's illegal drug again.
Her brain fought for control, but her body's reactions were primal. The harder she fought against his now continuous rain of spanks to her bottom, the more turned on she got. Memories from being restrained in the warehouse as men had watched her writhing with drug-induced passion fueled her angry resistance.
When Zach showed no signs of slowing down his steady pelting of his flat palm against her now tender bottom, anger turned to panic. This wasn't funny.
"Enough! It really hurts!"
"Yep."
"I'm going to tell my father you beat me! He's going to have you arrested."
Zach actually laughed at her and, if anything, his spanks got harder after her outburst.
"You have a strange way of trying to convince me you're not a little girl, honey. Threatening to tell daddy on me makes you sound like you're nine years old on the playground."
His hand stopped his discipline, squeezing her tortured globe briefly before his hand slid down to the apex between her legs. She didn't need to see to know she was soaking wet there because his long fingers slid through her copious cream easily. She flinched as his fingers stroked her clit, unable to stop her legs from trying to open so he could have better access.
"Now that I have your attention, I'd like to return to our negotiations."
His touch was too soft. She needed more. She wiggled as best as she could, but his leg tightened, holding her immobile and forcing her to take only what he offered her.
His voice sounded far away as she fought the internal struggle of her body. His power surrounded her. Consuming her. Humbling her. How easy it would be to submit to his will. She was so tired of fighting.
Sensing she wasn't listening, his hand returned to land a dozen harder than ever cracks to her sore backside. Her defenses had started to crumble—tears blurred her vision. She had to fight the urge to break down into sobs.
His fingers were back on the petals of her sex, stroking her as gently as his hand had been harsh seconds before.
"Now, let's try this again. I need your promise, Allie."
"Promise of what?"
"That you're done with the destructive behavior. No drinking, smoking, drugs. You're gonna eat and sleep right. Take better care of yourself."
"Sure! Anything. Just make me come already!"
"Wrong answer, honey."
Instead of his hand returning to the job of lighting up her hiney, she felt his fingers migrate higher, dragging wetness from her pussy up to coat her puckered bottom hole. She bucked like a mad woman to get away from the probing finger.
"Shhh. Settle down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You already did! My ass hurts."
"That means I'm making progress."
"No, it means you are a jerk!"
She clinched her bottom, expecting the spanking to continue. Only when it didn't happen did she recognize her disappointment. How messed up was that?
