Under His Watch (16 page)

“Oh, please, Ryan.” Just a hint of the dissonant, defiant tone crept in—Charity was too sleepy, maybe, to brat effectively.

“And we’re going to talk about your attitude. You’ve made a lot of progress, honey, but you have a good distance still to come.” Then he had pointed at where she had tossed her jeans to the hotel-room floor.

Charity blushed, and picked up the jeans and folded them. She put them on top of the dresser. “Yes, sir,” she said. Her return to the submissive tone he loved—well, he had to admit he loved the bratty tone, too, but not in the same way—made him firmer in his resolve, so that when she said, “But does it have to be so early?” he could reply with resolution.

“Yes, it does, honey. You were seriously naughty in Handristan. Not to put too fine a point on it, you were a true pain in the ass. I can’t let that continue. You’re going over my knee bright and early.”

“But I
saved
Alexander,” she said petulantly. “I don’t see why no one understands how awesome that was!”

“You put men’s lives in danger.”

“Oh, not that much.”

“Too much. Do you need me to take off my belt right now?”

Charity seemed to cower back a little at that. “No, sir,” she said.

“Then get your disobedient rear end into bed. No PJs, to remind you of what’s going to happen in the morning.”

Now, sitting on the side of the bed, he rubbed her shoulder gently to wake her up. “Honey, wake up,” he murmured. “Time for your spanking.” Her eyes, when they finally opened, were full of alarm.
Good,
Ryan thought,
maybe this lesson will take.
“Get out of bed and stand in front of me.”

Trembling a little, she obeyed. Ryan separated his knees so that he could pull her closer to him, enclosing her between his thighs. He took her hands in his. “Look at me, Charity,” he said. She had been looking down at his lap, but now she obeyed and returned his gaze steadily.

“I love how independent you are, honey. I even love how defiant you can be sometimes.”

“You do?” Charity whispered.

Ryan nodded. “Yes. Never forget that. But…”

“But I go too far sometimes.”

Ryan dropped her right hand and reached behind her to give her a sharp spank in the middle of her little bottom. Charity yelped. “Don’t interrupt me, young lady. Got that?”

“Yes, sir.” He could see that love had lit up in her eyes again, somewhere behind the blue, blue irises, and he smiled.

“Despite the disrespect you just showed in interrupting me, you are exactly right. You are still learning proper boundaries for your independent spirit, and now that we are together for the foreseeable future…”

“We are?” Charity asked, and then realized that she had interrupted and said, “Sorry, sir. It’s just… well, it sounded so nice.”

Ryan smiled. “It does sound nice, doesn’t it? Anyway, if we are, or now that we are, whatever it is—you are going to learn to set those boundaries with my help.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And so you are subject to my discipline.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ryan couldn’t help noticing that Charity seemed to be breathing rather heavily, and that the musky scent of her excitement had begun to waft to his nose. The right hand he had used to spank her he now put boldly on her pussy, so that she cried out in surprised pleasure.

“Now there is no use pretending,” he said, continuing to rub so that Charity had the terrible torment of wanting desperately to spread her legs and being held firmly between Ryan’s thighs, “that the thought of this discipline doesn’t get you hot and bothered, my little slut.”

“Yes, sir,” Charity whispered, closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes, Charity,” he said sternly, and she obeyed.

“I can promise you, though, that I can spank away that pleasure at least for a while. If I’m not mistaken, that’s sufficient to send the message I want to send.”

“Yes, sir… oh, please let me open my legs…”

“It’s not time for your legs to be open, slut.”

“Oh, God…”

Then Ryan took hold of her hips and moved her backwards. Charity had succumbed so thoroughly to his teasing caresses that she yielded to his positioning her like a doll. Swiftly he maneuvered her around to the right side of his thighs and pulled her down across his lap, her face in the rumpled covers of the bed and her bare bottom in the perfect position.

Feeling that they’d had enough words for the moment, Ryan started to spank her in silence, and he spanked her very hard and very fast. He could tell that the arousal went out of her almost immediately, for the cries she made were all cries of pain and regret. But she didn’t kick, and she didn’t try to put her hands back to cover her bottom, though he thought he saw her right arm twitch more than once.

When he had spanked her like that for a full minute, moving methodically but quickly to cover her entire rear end with painful spanks, Charity started to scream, “I’m sorry!”

Ryan responded not at all, except to keep spanking the quivering backside that clenched and unclenched, but which Charity otherwise kept beautifully still for her punishment.

Now he increased the force of the swats even more, and Charity screamed again, “I’m sorry, sir! I’ve learned my lesson! Oh, please… it hurts so much, sir.”

Still silent, Ryan kept spanking, sure that he must make absolutely sure she knew that he had truly disciplined her. Charity started to writhe across his lap, but he held her tightly and kept spanking her backside.

“P-please… please, sir… please,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!”

He had covered her bottom and thighs in a shade of bright red before he finally stopped, and the only sound was Charity weeping into the covers.

“There,” he said, beginning to rub her punished cheeks. “You took that like a very good girl, honey.”

“Thank you, sir,” Charity moaned, and Ryan smiled to hear in that moan that his raging erection matched her own lust.

“You’re going to get the reward we discussed in Alexandropolis now.”

“
We
discussed? I thought I was the one who discussed it, while you told me you were going to whip me for discussing it.”

“Don’t be fresh, slut. It will only make me use your backside more sternly.”

“Now that leaves me with a dilemma, doesn’t it?” Charity giggled, turning to him, and though her eyes were bright with tears, they were also already bright with mischief.

“That’s it, young lady. On the bed, in position. You’ve got quite the bottom-fuck coming.” He said it with such authority that a little bit of fear crept into her eyes, and she scrambled to obey.

Ryan watched her get into his favorite position, and then he stood and went to stand behind the bed where he could get her very, very ready. Before he even paused to get the lube, he had taken her over the edge into two orgasms, his left hand gently invading her bottom and his right lewdly fondling her sweet cunt for long moments, and then roaming over her punished bottom to soothe and excite.

When he did step away to grab the little bottle, Charity cried out as if he had taken away her favorite toy. When Ryan returned and began to open her wider and wider with his fingers, murmuring degrading praise all the while, about how good a girl she was to let a man have his way with her anus, she said, “Yes, sir. Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Then he got onto the bed behind her, and, crouching, put his cockhead right on her glistening, pink bottom-hole, and pushed. He did not let her take her time, as he had when he had first had her bottom, but instead he pressed on, until with a loud cry of passionate discomfort she finally did open, and he surged inside, almost at full length from the first instant. He looked down to see himself received inside his honey-slut’s most secret place, enclosed so tightly between her sweet bottom-cheeks, and he drove further in, wanting to be sure she felt his mastery from the start this time.

Charity gave a forlorn whimper, and then a louder cry, as Ryan rode her harder and harder. He knew he was going to make her anus even sorer than he had when he had first fucked her there, but he gripped her hips and thrust with abandon nonetheless. She belonged to him, and she liked it when he made her remember him in the morning. His beautiful socialite would have a sore backside whenever it pleased her master to give her one.

At that wicked thought, Ryan felt himself start to come, and he shouted, “Are you ready, slut?”

“Yes,” Charity moaned. Ryan held her little waist in his big hands, his thumbs touching over the small of his girl’s back, and pulled her bottom toward him, hard, onto his cock, so that he felt his favorite sensation of all: her little cheeks against the muscles of his hips—her softness right up against his strength. Then his cock pulsed inside her, as his whole body shuddered. “Yes, sir,” Charity whispered, over and over.

Gently, he pulled out of the adorable bottom he had just fucked so very rigorously. He had the urge to say something like, “That’s how bad girls get fucked, Charity,” but he had decided that it would be over the top when Charity herself murmured, turning back to look at him, “Was that a naughty-girl ass-fucking, sir?”

Ryan felt himself smiling in wonder. “Yes, honey. That’s what it was. But you were a very good girl to take it that way, just like you were a very good girl for your spanking.”

“Can I have another naughty-girl ass-fucking sometime, if I promise to be good?”

Ryan looked at her, laid out for his warrior’s pleasure; her cunt, her ass, and her mouth all displayed for him and open to him, should he choose to enjoy himself there. A trickle of his seed leaked out of her sweet bottom-hole, now tightly closed once again, and just as demure as it had been when he first saw it a little more than a week before—but now with his own essence marking it out as his property.

And her beautiful, beautiful face, smiling to show that this way of being protector and protected, warrior and princess, made her heart swell with love the same way his did.

He laughed. “I think that can be arranged, honey.”

Epilogue

It took five days just to move the heaviest of the stones to the field where the archeological team would start trying to reassemble the temple. The new president of Handristan had thoughtfully cut back the vegetation for the team, but Charity wasn’t sure she liked it as much as she had liked the mysterious look of Alexandropolis when it had seemed buried among indifferent trees and grasses.

Dates
. She had forgotten the dates last time, for her father, though it made her giggle to think about what Winnie would have done if Charity had said, “And one more thing… I need some dates.”

She turned to Ryan, standing next to her. He wasn’t her bodyguard now, though he told her she should still think of him that way. No, he was head of logistics for the FPCH team—as well as her fiancé. “Dates,” she said firmly.

Ryan grimaced and looked around. “I think that one’s a date palm,” he said, pointing.

Charity strode over to it; sure enough, a bunch of dates so enormous that it made her think of weird old science fiction movies hung from a branch that drooped with its weight.

“Don’t you want to wait until we’re leaving?” Ryan called over.

“Well,” Charity called back, “don’t they dry well? I’ll take a few now, and then if I forget…”

“Charity Phillips,” Ryan said, “don’t you
dare
put them in your luggage now. They’ll rot, and ruin your bags.”

“I wasn’t going to!” But she had been, of course. She ran back to Ryan and kissed him. “We’ll ‘find’ the head tomorrow?”

“Seems like we’re on track,” Ryan agreed, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “The guys will put it under the bushes right… there.” He pointed to the far side of the temple, up the hill, where the vegetation hadn’t been touched.

Charity shivered a little, as she looked up the hill at where the foundation of the temple was all that remained intact from the demolition that the world thought had claimed the life of the megalomaniacal, suicidal former president. Goodness knew where he was, but Charity hoped that at least his bodyguards would be treated well. Who was she kidding? Herzyov was obviously a very intelligent man, and he would make sure he was living in the lap of luxury, dispensing secrets at a slow enough rate that he could keep his creature comforts.

“Charity!” Becca called, “Come look at this!” She had started taking high-def footage of the houses in the town that morning. “There’s a mosaic!”

“Oh, my God!’ Charity squealed. She looked at Ryan guiltily. “May I go, sir?” she asked.

Ryan smiled. “Yes, honey. Just remember that we have an appointment after dinner.”

“Yes, sir,” Charity replied, making a face. She had left a towel on the dirt floor of their tent. Frankly she was pretty sure that she had left the towel there because she hadn’t had a spanking in a week. The wonderful thing about being with Ryan, though, was that it didn’t really matter—especially these days when they seemed to have the transitions from regular couple to dominant Navy SEAL and society slut-princess down pat.

He released her from under his arm, and she turned to kiss him before she ran off to join Becca. “Spank me hard tonight,” she said softly.

Ryan laughed. “If you think you’re going to make me spank you soft because you told me to spank you hard, you’ve got another think coming, honey.”

“Good,” Charity whispered, and ran off to see the mosaic.

The End

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