Dirty Daddy Fairy Tales

Chapter 6

Fugitive Recovery Agents’ Legal Limits: a protective search should be conducted by an agent of the same s*x as the prisoner.

same sexWe rode in silence the rest of the way to the cabin; my honest and graphic answer to her second dirty thirty question was enough to quash her cheeky bravado. Good. That’d teach her to play with fire.

I pulled into the driveway off the main road through a flat expanse of land, sparsely populated with pine trees, the ground beneath it as barren of vegetation as the air was with our conversation. The parking lot was across the bridge from the cabin, and the footpath over the bridge led to the front steps of the log house. Bella stomped her feet the entire way there. I set down our bags, flexed my fingers, and entered the code to open the keyless door lock.

I heard her boots stepping away from me at a sprint across the gravel behind me, and spun around to chase after her. She slammed to a halt in front of me when a pack of coyotes began screaming from behind the shadowed tree line. These weren’t howls, they were high pitched warnings that shot up the spine and shoved down the belly. I grabbed her around the waist and carried her back under one arm.

“Put me down, you oaf!”

Hauling Bella inside, I dropped her on a chair, then tossed our luggage on the living room floor and secured the door. I spun at her and folded my arms across my chest, a feeble attempt at restraining my urges, “What are we going to do with you, Bella?” A vein throbbed beneath the tightened skin on the left side of my face, and I attempted to rub it into submission.

She was frozen in front of me, helpless because of her cuffs. I’d be lying if I said the thought of her at my mercy didn’t give me an erection. And yet, it wasn’t my place to show mercy in the least. She was asking for it, and I was clearly the right person to make sure she got what she deserved: a good walloping. This girl needed some sense spanked into her if I ever met one.

That was the last semi-rational thought that crossed my mind before I bent down in a tackle position and hefted her over my right shoulder. The thought of taking her over my knee wouldn’t go away, and there was only one way to fix that.

I was going to smack the hell out of her broad back end and teach her all of the lessons she needed to learn. Make it so that when I was no longer around, she’d remember this lesson.

She slapped at my back, her blows hindered by the fact that her wrists were bound together. “What are you doing, you barbarian!? You can’t treat a prisoner this way! It’s against regulations. I’ll have your badge!”

I chuckled and felt her bounce on my shoulder. “What badge? I don’t need no stinking badge. I’m a hired gun. I certify myself.”

Flicking on the light inside the master bedroom, I was greeted by more wood. What was it with log cabin decor, every room had walls, floors and ceilings gleaming with the evidence of a lumberjack showing off his hard wood. The bed was big though. It would do for the night, and for the session I was planning in my head for Bella.

After setting her on the ground and removing her handcuffs, she didn’t disappoint. She attempted to bolt away from me towards the door. I snatched her from behind, letting her kick in my arms as I carried her to the bed, then threw her on the mattress. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders and my eyes devoured the generous lips which gleamed like crystal, her strong brows arching over her large, wistful eyes. My anger receded.

What was I doing?

Then she sat up on her elbows, glared at me, and popped off, “God! First you high jack me out of nowhere, then you bring me to some lame ass cabin in the boondocks and start acting like Ghengis Khan on his period.” If she was scared or remorseful for her father’s crimes, and possibly her own involvement, I didn’t see it. “Thanks to you,” she actually shoved her finger at me, “today was a one star s**t parade, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some sleep! Alone.”

AloneThat did it. And excuse me; Ghengis Khan didn’t even have a period.

haveFugitive Recovery Agents’ Standards on Treatment of Prisoners: a strip search should not be permitted without reasonable suspicion that the prisoner is guilty of a crime involving drugs or violence.

not“Strip,” I ordered.

tripBella went rigid and her eyes bulged.

“Now.”

NowHer voice was shaky and halting when she said, “You can’t do this. I’m under your custody—you can’t sexually assault me.”

“No one said anything about having s*x with you. This is about payment for your crimes.” I was fully aware that I was on the verge of committing the same acts I was worried about Bella putting herself in danger of with her stupid Dirty Thirty tactics. I was no better than the same common lecher I was trying to protect her from.

The only difference was, I could control myself.

It was to my utter amazement that she pulled her knees under her, stared steady into my eyes and shucked her T-shirt off. Topping those amazingly thick and scandalous thighs and pillowy abdomen were a pair of breasts that taunted me. My hands itched to pull her camisole down and discover the hidden treasure beneath.

This wasn’t about that. She needed to familiarize herself with the kinds of consequences she’d face for sassing and disobeying me.

“Off with the pants, Bella. Put your feet on the ground and lay face down on the mattress.”

She tipped her head to one side. “But, but you said you weren’t going to assault me. Nothing sexual.”

“Accurate.” I clamped my hands around her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. These things the fairer s*x called “leggings” made my job easy. One tug and the stretchy fabric came right off.

Shit. She wore red panties.

My movements were faster than she could anticipate, and although she struggled, my left knee was at the center of her back faster than she could say, “What in the Sam Hill are you doing?!”

“Patience, Bella. Before you find out, I need you to tell me: why are you being punished?”

“Punished?! What are you talking about, you misogynistic brute?”

“I’ll give you one more chance to take this seriously.” I was torn between roughing her ample cheeks and diving between them to lap thirstily at her p***y.

Concentrate. Control.

Concentrate. Control.“Remember to look both ways before you go f**k yourself, Whittaker!”

“Have it your way. We’ll do ten for tempting a strange man, namely me, and putting yourself in danger,” I cracked my open palm down on her fine ass and enjoyed her jiggling flesh. She howled aloud and covered her mouth with her hand, nails painted a sweet pink that contrasted with her nasty attitude.

“That’s right, you keep your hands out of the way, little girl.” I delivered the next nine at hard, high speed and enjoyed the sight of her trying to scrabble up the mattress, away from the impact. Not a chance.

After ten blows, I knew there was no way I had made a corrective impact on her behavior.

My inkling was verified when she taunted, “Didn’t hurt. You can’t make me do anything!”

Her defiance stoked my fire and I felt the control I struggled to maintain slipping through my hands. “Excuse me?” I roared at her. It was necessary to clear my mind and take two minutes to breathe deeply and restrain my impulsiveness. There are two emotions that can blind a man: lust and rage. Those were the instincts I currently fought on my own inner battlefield.

Administering discipline in anger was unacceptable. Her carelessness exasperated me, certainly, and this here was for her own good. The only way she’d learn to stay safe. But I needed to calm myself before connecting with her succulent flesh again.

“This time, count aloud for me.” I pulled the red panties down to reveal her cherry striped buttocks. “Almost red enough. Think about how foolish it was to bait a guy like me.” Before continuing, I gently pulled her panties back up and noted the blotchy flush painting her back which rose and fell in an accelerated pace along with her breathing. “Ten more.”

When the next blow landed, Bella began to pound the mattress as if striking the chest of a ravishing male carrying her off to his cave. It had absolutely no effect on my sympathy. Not a bit. “What did I say? You’ll count for me, or I’ll double your penalty.”

“Eleven! I’m sorry. Please don’t double my punishment. Please, Liam.” A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the sensations of my spankings built.

Please, LiamShe was learning. The final nine I burned onto her bottom, enjoying the sweet sound of her pleas and promises to obey while her legs fluttered at the knees in response to my painful correction. I didn’t go easy on her and realized my own s****l frustration and aggravation over Bella’s reckless behavior: teasing a strange man and trying to booby trap deadly ones drove the strength behind my swats. When I finished, I massaged the kiss-colored, silk material covering her flesh, once again admiring my handiwork.

Bell’s entire cheeks were now flushed, and the sight went straight to my c**k.

It crossed my mind that I was too hard on her. She wasn’t used to someone like me—a veteran of war turned hired gun probably had no business with a woman like Bella: smart, funny, sexy. Innocent. Too inexperienced to fear the underlying danger she toyed with. She was a young woman who deserved a whole man, not a course operative with half his face missing, more used to dealing in the currency of criminals than with an ordinary, no extraordinary, girl like Bella.

Innocent“No mercy!” I heard the battle cry ring in my ears, snapping me out of my sympathy. If Bella insisted on going against me again, I would have no choice but to treat her without mercy.

At least she wasn’t overtly turned on by spankings, as indicated by her struggle.

It would be near impossible to resist her if she was excited by them.

Thank God for small favors.

Or so I told myself.

Or so I told myself.Until later at bedtime when Bella flipped the table that small favor was sitting on.

Right. The f**k. Over.