Protecting Helena

by Cordelia Gregory

  It was the third day and the final one before they had to return to London. It made Helena sad. Here with Daddy she was safe and could lock out all the horrible monsters that stalked her but now it was time to go back to her reality and face her demons so she could keep everyone safe.

  “It is time for me to take your temperature, baby girl. Daddy needs to keep a check on you.”

  Helena had been colouring in again with Clara, trying to ignore the pram and crib she had refused to play with, when he had told her. Every time she looked at them the cruel memories started again.

  “I don’t feel unwell, Daddy.”

  “I don’t know, you look a little warm and I know something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it yet, little one? You can tell Daddy anything.”

  He was pushing at her again, trying to get her to reveal everything. She didn’t want to relive those memories. She shut him down quickly.

  “No. There is nothing to talk about, Daddy.”

  He looked concerned but did not push her any further.

  “Come on then, let us take your temperature.”

  Daddy held out his hand to her. Dutifully, she put down the green pencil she had been using to colour in the leaves of the trees and grass in her fairy picture and told Clara and Teddy sitting on the other chairs, “I will be back soon.”

  Helena had expected Daddy to put a thermometer under her tongue, but she was about to receive another surprise that day. Daddy preferred using a rectal thermometer. He sat on the chair in the bathroom after picking the thermometer up and asked her to come and drape herself face down over his knee. She approached him nervously and he had to catch her hand to pull her to him.

  “There is nothing to be afraid of, little one,” he reassured her with a smile as though it were the most natural thing to do. “I have used one many times,” he said with a devilish smile curling his lip.

  He tugged her hand and pulled her over his knee, sweeping her off her feet before she tried to move away. Her skirts were up and her panties down just below the backs of her thighs before she knew it. You could definitely say Mark worked fast and had no room for negotiation. When he gave an order, he expected to be obeyed by the security team he headed and herself without question in quick military time. She liked that.

  His hands parted her bottom cheeks as he peered into the crease to get a better look at the small anal hole between them.

  “You look virginal there, baby girl even though you have told me you have been taken there once. I will be gentle with you,” he informed her closing the crease. He leaned over to the side to fetch the tub of lubricant from a shelf. He opened it. Helena lay still knowing it would be useless to fight. She’d never had a thermometer stuck up her backside before and didn’t relish the idea. She felt the cool gel of the lubricant being massaged around the rim of the small hole. She opened her eyes wide and her body tensed when she felt him moving his wet, slick middle finger inside her. It was an alien sensation. He turned his finger around to spread the gel. A little further and her anal channel muscles were starting to object but still he persisted until his finger was deep inside her. She shuffled on top of his knee wanting to dislodge his finger.

  “It will feel better soon,” he soothed. “I want to take you here,” he said turning and jiggling his finger inside her to stretch her. Her breath caught in her throat. “You will need more preparation than this but when the time is right, I will make love to you in here and you will enjoy it, baby girl.”

  She was going to have to take his word for it. Relief flooded her mind when he began to ease his finger out of her body, but the torment was not yet finished.

  “Good, you are nice and stretched. Let me put the thermometer in.”

  Seconds later, Helena was being penetrated by the thermometer. It was an uncomfortable, strange sensation and she wished it had been Mark’s finger inside her instead. She could feel the small metal end of the thermometer scraping along her soft muscles until it came to a halt.

  “Good girl. We just have to wait a short while,” Mark said trailing his fingers in a circle over her bottom while his other hand moved back and forth across her back to relax any tension she was experiencing.

  “Now, I have you here and you can’t dodge the question again. Tell me why you don’t want to play with the doll in the crib and the pram. What are you hiding from me, Helena?”

  She froze over his knee forgetting about the slight discomfort in her anus. The urge to get up and run was intense. He appeared to sense she was on the verge of a flight or fight response because he placed his arm across her back and pressed down hard to hold her firmly in place. Anger shot through her heart and released its poison into her veins. It was a defence. Immediately, she was on high alert. This time, he was overtly questioning her. His push at her mind had been relentless and she couldn’t take anymore.

  “I have told you over and over again there is nothing to talk about.” She made sure her voice was adult and their game was at an end. “Stop trying to get into my mind. I am entitled to my privacy!” She heard herself shout.

  Helena half expected him to talk to her like a child again, but he had taken her lead and reverted to his professional Protection Officer persona.

  “It is my duty as your Protection Officer to know about anything that affects you personally or professionally that can be used as a threat against you. I need to know. Did you lose a child? Is this what Rann is whispering about to you in your mind?”

  Helena fought his strength with everything she had to get off his knee, but he held her firm and kept the thermometer inside her.

  “Did he accuse you of murdering your own child?”

  Fury consumed her whole. She moved so much on his knee he was forced to remove the thermometer and pull up her panties and tights while she wrestled him for her freedom.

  “Talk to me, Helena,” he demanded, high frustration in his voice. “You keep what he has said to you secret all of the time. How can I be expected to make your protection adequate and effective if you don’t confide in me? I need to know what is coming at you so I can head it off.”

  But Helena was too blinded by her anger. She didn’t want to talk about it ever or remember. She promised herself that day she lost Clara. She hadn’t been fit to be a mother. She had no right to. She’d let her down. She wasn’t fit. Wasn’t worthy of being a mother.

  Mark set her down on her feet and stood up trying to take hold of her arms.

  “You have no right. That is my business, not yours,” she shouted at him unable to take anymore. It was too painful to go there. How could he do this to her? The illusion of the room, the roles they had been playing, which had been so nurturing, loving and safe were shattered in a heartbeat. Why hadn’t he just left it alone? Now her ugly side was coming out and there was nothing she could do to put the monster back in the cage. He wouldn’t want her after this.

  “Let go of me. This is over. I want to leave.”

  “We need to talk about this. You can’t keep hiding everything. Have you even talked to someone about this before?” His eyes were brimming with concern. “It wasn’t your fault. You miscarried because he beat you.” Her guard was down in her mind and he could see the images of her past clearly. “He terrified you and trapped you in the house. You couldn’t have left even if you wanted to. There was nothing else you could have done. It isn’t your fault. Try and shut Rann out.”

  “I shouldn’t have stayed that night. I must have known what was going to happen. I thought I could sneak out later, but I was wrong. I should have called the police. It was my fault. It was all my fault and I lost my baby girl, Clara. Let me go.”

  “No. It isn’t your fault. Wherever you went he hunted you down. He’s gone now. He is dead. He can’t hurt you again. You need me.”

  “Let me go. I don’t deserve to live or be happy.”

  Mark was pulling her closer and she felt suffocated by her memories. She didn’t want to be held, and to escape, she lashed out bef
ore she could even stop herself. She landed a punch to the side of his jaw. His head whipped sideways as he let go of her. She took advantage and tried to open the door but found it locked. He’d prepared for this moment. He knew she was going to object and he trapped her in the room to get the truth.

  She felt no remorse for having swung a punch at him. It appeared to have barely registered on his face, but she didn’t want to stick around and find out how he had taken it. She shook the door handle but there was no getting out. She kicked the door in a temper. She would just have to stay and face him. This time she wouldn’t cower in the corner like she had with her ex-husband. Helena had been taught how to fight back while working for MI5 and she was confident she could put up a fight. But he was already behind her at the door throwing her over his shoulder carrying her to the armchair before she could even try using her skills.

  Mark sat down in the armchair with Helena still over his shoulder. She was fighting him with all her strength. He had to get her under control before she set the gunshot wound in her arm bleeding again. He was determined to take her to task and tame her temper. He sat down quickly and pulled her neatly over his knee. The movement was so fast it made her dizzy. She felt the weight of his arm across her back holding her in position for a spanking. It only increased her cursing and anger, making her kick her feet and hit at him and the air with her fists like a child having a tantrum.

  Mark lifted her skirt and tulle petticoat up to reveal her tights and panties. She could feel his anger at her cruel words coursing through him, yet she could also feel his concern and fear for her. He’d done everything he could to find out what she hid from him so he could help her through it, but this was one thing that was hers and she did not want his interference. This was something so deeply private that she wished to deal with it on her own. Well, that was if she could really call it that. The trouble was she hadn’t dealt with it, all she had done was push the tragedy away in her mind unable to bear the pain, anger and her own blame. Now, Mark appeared determined to thrash it out of her. Perhaps it was what she needed. But the acknowledging thought was fleeting and lost somewhere behind her fury.

  The dress was raised so that the tulle petticoat came over her head. Mark tucked his hand down the top of her tights and yanked hard. The force was enough to tear the thin material and in response he started ripping them away from her bottom and legs easily managing the feat over her struggles.

  Mark’s strength was far too much for her. She could fight and scream, cry and kick all she wanted, and he wouldn’t set her free. The man was a master at holding a woman down to spank her. It didn’t even look like real effort for him. She felt pathetic in his hold. Her panties were to receive similar harsh treatment. She heard them rip at the back but remain intact as he pulled them down over her bottom to bare it, and down to the tops of her calves.

  The first slap came quickly and firmly. It was harder than she had been used to him applying in her earlier spankings. It made her yelp all the louder, yet there was something satisfying about the hardness and the hot pain that followed. It was as though it were hitting her anger rather than her flesh, dispensing with it on a level she hadn’t known before. It seemed to strike at the heart of her anger and tackle the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and slavery she’d felt to it and break it down and remove the barrier to healing her heart.

  Helena received five more strikes to each bottom cheek in strict succession before her spanking was cut short.

  “Stand up,” he commanded, taking hold of her waist to raise her up from his knees. “Hold your dress up.” She came to stand in front of him holding her dress up to her waist, her tattered tights and panties holding still at the top of her calves keeping her in place and unable to make a hurried escape from her punishment. Mark slowly stood up to tower over his little girl whose tears were flowing freely. She stared up at him, the anger still bubbling away towards him. She wanted to snap and call him names, but she didn’t dare. Daddy was disciplining her and whatever she thought, it was loving and assisting her to deal with her anger. She had to accept his power and rule over her and that it was what she craved from him, like it or not.

  He placed his fingers underneath her chin and raised her face up to him. His handsome face was so stern. That mixture of anger, concern and fear for her burned like a wild fire in his vivid blue eyes. She’d touched his own pain and somehow, she knew this punishment was not just helping her deal with her own pain but his from the past as well.

  “Walk to the corner over there,” he said pointing to it and stand there with your face to the wall.”

  She made the mistake of hesitating.

  “Now,” he said reaching behind her to give the seat of her bottom a quick slap to encourage her. Helena jumped and bent to pick up her panties so she could move. Mark grabbed her hand and shook his head at her.

  “Walk as you are,” he insisted.

  “But, Daddy, I can’t. I can’t move like this,” she sobbed.

  “You can and you will.”

  Helena turned and shuffled on her feet towards the corner trying helplessly to move her legs as fast as she could while hampered by the restraining position of her frilly white panties and tattered white tights in the gold ballet shoes. It brought fresh tears that cascaded down her cheeks in large droplets. Her cheeks flamed hot as she glanced back to see him watching every movement she made towards the corner, the stern look on his face remaining tightly in place. Her heart sank. She’d hurt and displeased him. The feeling generated shame, which added perfectly to her humiliation. She deserved it, she decided.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she blurted out. He remained silent, unrelenting.

  Finally, she made it. She tried one more plea for forgiveness, glancing back at him.

  “Face to the wall, naughty girl.”

  Helena trembled and turned to face the wall. What was Daddy going to do to her now? Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed. The anger she’d kept tight inside was out there on show as was her bottom and her emotional pain. Lord Fox had, piece by piece, opened her up and revealed her secrets, needs, wants, fears and past. It was terrifying and she didn’t know how she was going to get through it. She only hoped Mark would help her.

  Helena bent her head feeling the sensation of shame and embarrassment become even stronger and sobbed quietly to herself. She heard Daddy approach the drawers and take something out. She held her breath feeling his presence behind her and the sudden gentleness of his hand smoothing over her bottom.

  “I will correct you, little one. You will learn not to hide anything from me that causes you upset or concern.” He leant closer towards her, his breath brushing her ear making her shiver and dampen inside her pussy. He squeezed one bottom cheek tight making her wince.

  “You belong to me now. No one else. I will take care of you. All I expect is your respect, love, loyalty and obedience in return. I require nothing else.”

  He’d said love.

  Do you love me?

  Helena stayed quiet.

  “I am going to discipline you until that anger breaks inside you and you learn to trust and confide in me. Then I will be able to help you deal with this pain you have hidden from me,” he told her firmly.

  Without another word, he moved back from her and rested something across her bottom. It was large, oval in shape but she could feel it also had a handle. It was made of leather. Briefly, her tears stopped as she tried to work out what it was. Was he going to spank her with whatever it was?

  He moved backwards again. Helena closed her eyes tight and tensed her features waiting for the first thwack of the implement across her naked butt. It struck the low seat of her bottom with an almighty crack causing her to jump and cry out with shock from the sudden hot pain searing across her buttocks as they lifted and wobbled with the strike.

  “I find a paddle a very effective method of discipline,” he informed her, slapping it against her bottom in another tender place previously untouched, sighing with
satisfaction when she yelped.

  “Please, Daddy. I will be a good girl,” she pleaded feeling her bottom sting with the next thwack. But he would not hear her.

  He paddled her for a short while and then just as he had done when spanking her over his knee he abruptly stopped.

  “That’s enough,” he declared.

  Lord Fox walked towards her and bent down. He harshly opened her thighs from behind her and moved the lips of her pussy apart.

  “Nice and wet. Let’s get this dress off you for the final part of your discipline.”

  His movements to remove the dress and the rest of her clothes were hurried. She thought he might tear the dress she had come to love, and she didn’t like the way Daddy tossed her pretty dress on the wooden floor and kicked it out of the way. Her shoes, tights and panties were to join it and he was bending to pull her over his shoulder. He carried her with purpose towards the beautiful Palomino rocking horse with a long flowing white mane she’d fleetingly ridden while he had left her to her own devices in the room. Helena made sure she was still and obedient, taking his direction without back chat, resigning herself to his discipline and rule on the matter between them.

  On his way, he opened the armoire again still holding her limp over his shoulder and removed something from inside. She wouldn’t get a good look at it until they reached the rocking horse. It was an old-fashioned rocking horse, probably an antique. He put something over it and then lowered her to the ground. Now she could see it was a saddle but one with a difference. At the front, a rather long black leather penis sat. It had a wide girth. The sight of it made her aroused even more despite her histrionics and tears.