Claimed by the Commander

by Sassa Daniels

  As he lifted her skirts, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, experiencing some discomfort as the plug seated deep within her bottom moved. She was so embarrassed by this position, by knowing that Andrew’s men who were stationed in the house would hear every cry that escaped her lips as she received the spanking. And yet, somewhere at the back of her mind was the thought that this was exactly where she belonged and that disturbed her more than she could express.

  “Why are you being punished, Caroline?”

  “Because I disobeyed you and left the house.”

  “Yes,” Andrew agreed. “But it’s more than that. You chose to head into a potentially dangerous situation on your own rather than coming to me or one of my men with that note. You know it was more than likely a trap?”

  “Yes,” Caroline said quietly. She was not so naïve that she didn’t realize the chances of the note being a trick were fairly high but it was her sister’s life at stake and if there was even the remotest possibility that Elizabeth was in trouble then any risk to her own safety was worth taking. She’d explained that to Andrew, that she’d needed to try to help Elizabeth more than she cared about preserving her own wellbeing but, of course, he hadn’t viewed that in the same light as she had. So, the only thing she could do now was submit to the punishment and hope that she would be able to persuade him to try to find her sister later.

  The first slap of his hand on her exposed behind made a sound that seemed to reverberate off the walls. Her bottom was still tender from the punishment in the town square yesterday and the fire in her flesh ignited instantly. Caroline bit down on her bottom lip and clenched her fists tight, determined not to cry out as a rapid series of strikes landed with precision on different areas of her buttocks. Her stoicism lasted only until the fifth stroke. Landing hard at the top of her thighs, the smack made her squeal in anguish and she shifted on Andrew’s lap. Her whole body tensed and she blew out a couple of quick breaths.

  “Unclench those naughty little butt cheeks,” Andrew instructed her. “I have no wish to bruise you.”

  “Yes, Andrew.” Caroline relaxed her muscles and waited for his steely palm to connect with her raw backside once more.

  As he spanked her two more times, hitting one side of her bottom and then the other, Caroline shrieked loudly. She shifted a little, trying to soothe the painful tingling but, as she moved, her nipples hardened as they rubbed against his thigh and she felt her clit begin to throb between her legs. Her face reddened as the humiliation of being in such an intensely vulnerable position swept over her. She wriggled frantically, trying to alleviate the troubling sensation but succeeded only in making things ten times worse as the plug lodged in her butt abraded her inner walls, causing an ache for release that she knew the chastity belt she wore would not allow her to achieve.

  “Quit moving, Caroline.” Andrew’s tone was stern. “Or we’ll have to start over.”

  The prospect of beginning again was enough to still her frantic movements and she hung limply over his lap. As he struck her three more times, Caroline moaned and cried but she held herself back from begging him to stop, knowing that it was pointless, that she had earned this punishment and there was nothing she could do but endure it.

  “Good girl,” Andrew said after the tenth spank. He helped Caroline to her feet as he stood up. “Now, I want you to hold your skirts up around your waist and go and stand in the corner while I fetch Taryn for the next part of your punishment.”

  “Taryn?” Caroline’s voice came out in a squeak as her eyes widened in surprise.

  “Yes, you wronged him this afternoon as much as you did me,” Andrew said. “He was entrusted to protect you and you chose not to come to him when you needed help. Your actions have damaged his pride and you need to make amends.” He reached out and tenderly brushed her cheek, wiping away her tears. “Now, go and stand in the corner and think about how you might have done things differently. I will expect to find you there when I return.”

  “Yes, Andrew.”

  With a quick nod, Caroline moved to the corner where she began to sob quietly once more. Her bottom ached already and the prospect of receiving further discipline was hard to stomach, especially since Andrew intended to bring another man into the room. Caroline knew that Andrew was right, however. She had wounded Taryn with her lack of trust in him, but it hadn’t been intentional and she hoped that both men would come to understand that. Pressing her forehead against the wall, she sniffed back tears, resolving to make Andrew proud by taking whatever additional punishment he had planned for her with as much grace as she could manage.

  She wasn’t sure where it had come from, but she felt a strong desire to please him. More than anything, she craved his approval and that scared her. Part of her yearned to submit, to give herself over to his command, but she knew that she could never willingly turn her back on all that she believed about more freedom for women just to please him. Her mind was in turmoil as she struggled to reconcile her independent spirit with the part of her that needed to be dominated by a powerful man. Closing her eyes, she waited for Andrew to return.

  More than ten minutes passed before Caroline finally heard the door of the study opening behind her. Unsure of what she was meant to do, she remained in position as the two men came into the room.

  “Isn’t her bottom a beautiful color?” Andrew asked his friend and colleague.

  “Indeed it is, but I think it could be a deeper shade of red,” Taryn replied.

  Caroline sucked in a breath as she heard the approach of the two men whose conversation told her they were about to administer further discipline to her poor, tender bottom. As they came closer, a tantalizing shiver ran down her spine and she felt moisture pool at the apex of her thighs. For the first time since it had been fitted to her form, she was grateful for the chastity belt that hid the wetness from view. There was no hiding the groan of arousal that slipped from her lips, however, and the chuckle from behind her left Caroline in no doubt that the deep moan had been recognized for what it was.

  “Turn around, Caroline,” Andrew instructed her, “and make your apology to Taryn.”

  “I am sorry for not coming to you when I received the note.” It was not difficult for Caroline to sound sincere as her words were genuine. “I should have placed my trust in you.”

  “Yes, you should.” Taryn paused thoughtfully. “But I accept your apology.”

  “Thank you.” Caroline bowed her head in contrition.

  “Good girl,” Andrew said. “Now, I want you to go to the desk. You are to receive ten strokes of the paddle.”

  As he whirled the vicious-looking implement in his hand, Caroline wondered how it was that she hadn’t noticed he was carrying it before now. A long-handled piece of wood, it had a flat, oblong-shaped head with several small holes bored through it. She gulped as she realized just how much being struck by it was going to hurt.

  “I want you to keep your skirts raised and bend over the desk. Lean on your elbows and stick your bottom out. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Andrew.”

  “Good girl.” He gave her a smile that warmed her and she moved to the desk with the two large, intimidating men following close behind.

  When she was in position, Andrew helped her to adjust her stance so her legs were pressed firmly together.

  “Taryn will administer this part of the punishment,” he explained as she frowned at him, a little puzzled that he didn’t want her to spread her legs wide as the men in the books she’d read always required their women to do when they were being spanked in this position. “Taar-Breckian men may discipline a female belonging to another under certain circumstances, but her legs must be closed and he may not use his hand. There are some things that are reserved for a husband’s pleasure only.”

  Caroline’s eyebrows knitted together even more tightly as she recalled the punishment in the town square where a mob of strangers had seen her with her legs spread apart
. She couldn’t see how it would be any different if her legs were parted as Taryn spanked her but who was she to argue with Taar-Breckian customs? It seemed she had a lot to learn.

  As Taryn positioned himself to one side of her, his arm drawn back ready to deliver the first strike, Andrew moved to the seat behind the desk and sat down. Reaching out, he took Caroline’s hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.

  “This punishment will hurt a great deal but once it’s over, all will be forgiven. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Andrew.”

  Caroline gave a weak smile. There was something reassuring about being able to look deep into his eyes and see the burning desire he felt for her as she readied herself to receive the spanking. As Caroline studied the expression of tenderness on his face, she almost missed the nod he gave his lieutenant to begin.

  The sharp crack of the paddle made the rounded globe of her left buttock quiver and she wailed loudly as heat radiated out from the point of impact. She tried to pull her hands away from Andrew, so she could reach around behind her to soothe the ache, but he held onto her tightly and she realized that his purpose was not simply to give her comfort, but to prevent her from moving from position as well.

  “Settle down.” There was a note of command in his voice.

  “Please,” Caroline sobbed loudly, embarrassed that she was finding a single stroke of the paddle so unbearable. “Please, no more. I can’t do this.”

  “Caroline, calm yourself.” Andrew’s tone was quiet but firm. “You must take the punishment. Try to breathe through it.”

  The encouraging way he caressed her wrists with his thumbs and smiled at her helped Caroline to steady herself. She gave a nod and the paddle landed on her right buttock and then the left with loud smacks that made her already inflamed skin heat unbearably. She had no idea how she was going to stand ten of these. Dancing up onto the tips of her toes, she tried to alleviate the painful sensation that shot through her like lightning. Deep inside her, the butt plug jiggled and she wailed as pressure began to build up right at the heart of her femininity, making her clit throb wildly against the metal chastity belt that shielded her from being touched, making any possibility of achieving the release she so desperately craved remote.

  Andrew tightened his grasp on her wrists in a gesture of support and the next five strokes fell, one after the other, hitting her lower buttocks hard. Caroline screamed at the top of her lungs as the vicious little paddle did its job and turned the flesh on her bottom crimson. Struggling to cope with the pain and humiliation of being spanked so harshly by the stern alien warrior who hadn’t uttered a single word throughout, she began to cry.

  “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, struggling pointlessly against the iron grip with which Andrew held her arms. “I’m sorry. Please, no more. It hurts too much.”

  “I know it hurts, sweetheart, but it’s almost over now,” Andrew said in a soothing tone as he exchanged a look with his lieutenant who had paused to await further instruction. “You’re doing so well, but if you want to leave the punishment for now and start over tomorrow, we can do that.”

  It was a hell of a choice. Actually, it wasn’t a choice at all. There was no way Caroline wanted to start over. She had no doubt that she would be disciplined again in the future as her desire for independence clashed with Andrew’s need for control but she was not going to invite another spanking when there were only two strokes left to go.

  “No, Andrew,” she sniffed. “Please finish now.”

  “That’s my girl,” Andrew said tenderly.

  He signaled to Taryn that he could continue and a second later, the final strokes of the paddle fell across her sit spots. Caroline shrieked until her throat was hoarse. Flesh pricking with fiercely unpleasant heat, she sagged forward against the desk. As she continued to cry, she barely heard Taryn’s words praising her fortitude as he took his leave of them. She felt Andrew kissing her hand and then, suddenly, he let go of her wrists, leaving her bereft for a moment as he quickly rose from his chair and circled the desk to gather her into his arms.

  * * *

  As Caroline clutched at his shirt and sobbed into his chest, Andrew carefully lifted her and carried her into the hallway, heading for the stairs. Thankfully, his men had exercised the discretion he’d come to expect from them and the path to her bedroom door was clear. He knew that the punishment had been deeply humiliating for her and he didn’t want to subject her to the curious gaze of others right now. The paddling had been particularly hard on her. As he’d instructed, Taryn had not held back from making his displeasure felt and what Caroline needed now that the chastisement was over, was reassurance that all was forgiven.

  Although he’d been angry and disappointed that she chose to disobey him, he did appreciate that she’d been thinking about helping her sister. Such a strong protective instinct was to be admired but he had to impress upon her just how foolish it had been to try to take matters into her own hands. There were people out there who would hurt her if they could and it was his job to ensure that didn’t happen.

  Once they reached her room, he took a seat on the bed, bringing Caroline with him to cradle her on his lap. As her sobbing slowly subsided, he gently ran his hand up and down her back.

  “My men went to the old post office building,” he said eventually, allowing Caroline to sit back so she could look at him as he spoke. She shifted a little, wincing as her inflamed buttocks rubbed against his knee and he waited for her to settle before continuing. “The place was deserted and there’s no sign that anybody’s been in there recently.”

  “Oh.” Caroline’s pretty face fell. “So it was a trap, then?”

  “It looks like it. There are several quiet streets between here and the post office and I think someone intended to snatch you in a place where there would be no witnesses.”

  Caroline’s face blanched and Andrew wished he didn’t have to scare her but it was the only way to stop her doing something like that again.

  “So you don’t think whoever wrote the note could have taken me to Elizabeth?”

  Andrew shook his head. “No, I’m afraid we have no idea where your sister is but thankfully nothing’s turned up to suggest she’s in any immediate danger. The good news is that the Council doesn’t seem to know where she is either.”

  “Well, that’s something,” Caroline said weakly. “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe that message.”

  “Not stupid,” Andrew corrected. “You wanted it to be true and you acted impulsively, that’s all.”

  He didn’t want her to turn herself inside out worrying over the fact she could so easily have walked into real danger. Her actions could have led to trouble for her but, fortunately, they hadn’t and now that she’d learned a valuable lesson, he doubted she would do anything so reckless in the future.

  “Before I forget,” Andrew continued, digging in his pocket. “My men found this in the garden.”

  Caroline gasped with delight as he retrieved her sister’s necklace and placed it in her hand. Lifting her carefully off his knee, Andrew got to his feet, intending to leave so she could have some time alone to process all that had happened but, to his surprise, her hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

  “Don’t leave.” Caroline bit her bottom lip coyly. “I know we can’t… you know… because of this stupid thing I’m wearing but perhaps I could…”

  “What?” Andrew needed her to spell out what she was offering so there could be no room for recriminations later.

  “Well, surely there is something I can do.” She glanced away and then, after taking a deep breath obviously designed to steady her nerves, looked him straight in the eye. “Something that might show you how truly sorry I am for having been so much bother to you.”

  “What do you have in mind?” Andrew asked as she rose to her feet.

  Caroline blushed deeply and looked away and Andrew knew that if he was more of a gentleman, he would let her off the hoo
k by taking matters out of her hands and directing her actions but he was intrigued by the fact that she’d initiated this conversation and wanted to know exactly what she had in mind. Besides, within their marriage, there would be no room for modesty, so she might as well get used to speaking up now.

  “Caroline?” he prompted sternly.

  “I was thinking that you might allow me to,” she paused and, with a grimace that spoke of her discomfort about discussing such things, said, “fellate you.”

  “Fellate?” Andrew couldn’t help but grin.

  “Yes, that is the correct word for it, isn’t it?”

  Her cheeks seemed to catch fire as he looked at her appraisingly and Andrew decided not to draw this out any longer in case she lost courage. He got the distinct impression that her sudden willingness to explore ways she could give him pleasure had caught her off guard as much as it had surprised him and the way she’d expressed her desire to serve him with such formal language was so adorable he could hardly refuse.

  “Very well. Remove your clothes.”

  There was only a moment’s pause before she kicked her shoes off under the bed and stripped the dress from her beautiful body. Any thought Andrew had entertained about her offer too take him orally being a reluctant gesture of contrition went straight out of the window. It seemed, from the almost predatory gleam in her eye that she was eager to become acquainted with his dick and that pleased him greatly.