As he spoke he moved toward the house. He had to move at a slower pace as she fought him at every step.
“Explained what? Explained that you’re more attracted to your hand than me?” she yelled, kicking her legs. He placed his arm over her thighs to hold her still, smacking his free hand down on her ass.
Finally, he made it to the house, opening the door. Reagan moved up the stairs slowly. Kylie might be a lightweight, but she was fighting furiously to get free. He set her down in the middle of the room. Immediately, she tried to take off. He leaped in front of the door, standing firm.
“Kylie, calm down,” he growled.
She sent him a scathing look and turned around. Seemingly oblivious to her nakedness and ignoring his furious commands, she raced over to the window, raising it.
Was she mad?
He reached her just as she had one leg placed over the windowsill, dragging her back inside. He refused to spank her while he was angry, but she was pushing him. Slamming the window down, he kept a firm hold on her, trying his best to subdue her. For a little thing, she sure was hard to hold when she wanted free.
Reagan pulled her over to the bed, lying half on top of her to keep her pinned to the mattress, he used his free hand to undo his belt. Kylie froze, her eyes filling with fear as she saw the belt.
Did she really think he was going to use the belt on her? Well, he was. Just not in the way she assumed. While she was temporarily immobile, he quickly made a loop with the belt and secured her wrists. Her fight reignited.
The belt wasn’t long enough to tie to the wooden post. Swearing quietly, he saw her gown lying on the floor a few feet away. It would do in a pinch. Letting go of her briefly, he lunged for the gown, then swiftly turned, grabbing her as she lurched off the bed.
“Kylie, you are in such trouble,” he told her as she bit down on his wrist.
Finally, smarting from a few of her well-aimed kicks and breathless from fighting her, he had her tied to the bed. Her wrists were tied with the belt and he’d looped the night gown around them then tied it to the sturdy bedpost. Wouldn’t hold forever, but the nightgown was made of good material and by the look of her, Kylie was even more exhausted than he was.
Reagan walked over to the washbasin and splashed some water on his face. He looked at the bite on his wrist; she hadn’t managed to break the skin. Brat.
Part of him was horrified by her behavior, by the fact that she hadn’t stopped at his command and had in fact, completely disobeyed him, but there was another part of him that was proud of the way she’d fought. He knew she felt guilty over not fighting the Toad. He hoped when she calmed down she would remember how she hadn’t given up.
“Let me up, Reagan, you bastard. You have no right to do this, I’m going to have you arrested, you ratfink, jerkwad asshole.”
He didn’t understand everything she was saying, but knew it wasn’t good. Turning to her, he grabbed one of the blankets that had fallen off the bed and placed it over her.
“Listen to me, little girl. You are going to calm down and you are going to go to sleep. I’m too angry to talk to you right now. The only reason you’re not over my knee, getting your butt blistered is because I need to calm down. I will never punish you in anger, but you disobeyed me, Kylie, you ran off without listening to me, you completely ignored me, and then you tried to climb out the window. What were you thinking? Doesn’t matter,” he said before she could reply. “Just go to sleep before you push me too far.”
She fell silent, but he could feel her gaze on him as he pushed the dresser in front of the window. No way would she be able to move that. Then he moved the armchair in front of the door. He had no intention of letting her sleep tied up, he’d wait until she fell asleep then untie her. This was his reassurance that she wasn’t getting away.
Chapter Eight
A loud knocking brought Reagan out of his slumber. He sat up with a frown. Yawning, he stretched. He’d had a terrible night’s sleep, constantly waking to check on Kylie. He had untied her part way through the night, which hadn’t helped his peace of mind at all.
There was another loud knock. Frowning, he rose. Who would be knocking on the door so early? Pulling open one of the drapes, he saw the sun had barely risen. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the front door from this angle.
“What’s going on?” Kylie asked sleepily, sitting up.
“Visitors. With no manners since they are bothering us this early.” He turned and pointed a finger at her. “Stay here, I’ll go get rid of them.”
Feeling decidedly grouchy and not looking forward to the discipline he’d promised Kylie, yet knowing he couldn’t go back on his word, Reagan opened the door and strode down the stairs.
No doubt he looked terrible, his clothes were rumpled and his hair was probably sticking up on end, but if they were going to come visiting this early then they would just have to take him as he came.
Reagan opened the door with a scowl, surprise filling him as he found five people standing on the porch. One man stood slightly in front of the rest. He stood about a head shorter than Reagan. His dark hair was slickly combed back; his pants, shirt and jacket all looked impeccable. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, although Reagan couldn’t be sure.
The other man looked him up and down, letting out a loud sniff as he obviously found Reagan lacking.
Like he cared.
The other people stood behind him. They were all dressed in similar-looking clothes. The three men had gray pants and white shirts on. The lone woman wore a gray skirt instead of pants. All of them looked grim. Who were these people?
“Yes?” he asked impatiently, keeping half an ear out for Kylie, not trusting her to stay put. “Can I help you?”
The man looked down at a clipboard in his hand. “I understand Mason and Evie St. John are not in residence at the moment?” he asked in a nasally voice.
“Yes,” Reagan said impatiently. “I’m looking after their house for them.”
The officious man wrote something on his clipboard. “And you would be?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business. If you’ll excuse me, it’s early and I would like to go back to sleep.”
Actually, he needed to go upstairs and blister Kylie’s bottom, but they didn’t need to know that.
“Not so fast, sir, my name is Magistrate John James Simon. We’ve had a report of an unmarried man and woman living here, alone.”
“What? Are you joking?”
“I assure you, sir, that this is no joke. Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me your name and the name of the young lady.”
“What makes you think she isn’t my wife?” How the hell did this man even know about Kylie? Or that they weren’t married?
“We have a report, sir.”
“A report? From who?”
The man sniffed. “That is not something I can divulge.”
“If someone is making accusations against me, I’d like to know who it is.”
Reagan was stalling, thinking frantically. This was a serious charge. He knew it was a risk, bringing Kylie here, but no one here except Mason knew the truth about their relationship. Where was this man getting his information from?
“Well, sir, if it is false then you only need to produce your wedding certificate and we will be on our way.”
Inwardly, Reagan cursed.
“Reagan?”
He glanced back and saw Kylie standing on the stairs. Thankfully, she’d had the presence of mind to dress. Her eyes were wide as she glanced from him to the people at the door.
“Kylie, love,” Reagan said, hoping she would play along. “These people are from the Magistrate’s office. They have received a false report that we’re unmarried.”
There was a long moment and he thought she was going to blow his lies apart. Instead, she walked down the stairs to stand beside him.
“That’s ridiculous, of course we’re married,” she said.
Reagan took her hand, squeezing it.
“Well then produce your certificate and we will be on our way.”
“I didn’t bring it with me,” Reagan said.
The man frowned. “That’s a big fine. Where are you from?”
Reagan told him. “Look, I can send a messenger and have it here in a few days. I’ll gladly bring it to you then.” Not likely, they would be long gone by then.
“I don’t think so,” the Magistrate replied with a smirk. “If you cannot produce your marriage certificate then I have no choice but to take you both in and hold you until one can be produced.”
“What? Over my dead body.” Reagan shoved Kylie behind him and went to slam the door shut, but two of the big men stepped forward, blocking his way. They grabbed him on either side, each one taking hold of a shoulder and arm they lifted him, shoving him out the wide door.
“Let him go you bastards,” Kylie yelled, trying to pull the men off him.
Reagan attempted to wrench himself free but they held him tight, sandwiching him between them.
“No,” Kylie yelled and he glanced over his shoulder to find the other man had her over his shoulder.
“You leave her alone! Put her down!” They paid him no mind. “You have no right to do this!”
“Reagan!” Kylie screamed and the sound had him roaring inside.
“As soon as you produce your certificate you will be set free,” the Magistrate said calmly.
Problem was, he had no idea how he was going to do that.
“Stay strong, kitten, I’ll have us out of this soon. You just look after yourself.”
***
Kylie was carried into a large room. She had given up fighting a while ago, exhaustion now pulling at her heavily.
God, what was going to happen to her? Reagan didn’t have that certificate. Did that mean they would marry her off to someone else? And what would happen to Reagan? Would he be put in jail? Was that where she was now?
The man tipped her off his shoulder, standing her on her feet and holding her shoulders until she balanced herself. She wrenched herself away from his hold. This wasn’t like any jail cell she’d ever seen. They were in a plainly decorated room. There was a bench with straps attached to it in the middle of the room. In one corner there was a large tub. In the other corner was a hard-backed chair with no arms.
The largely-built woman who had been at the house walked in behind the guard.
“Thank you, Daniel, I will take things from here,” she said firmly. Daniel stared down at Kylie then moved his gaze to the other woman.
“Call out if you need me, Glenys, I have a feeling she’s going to be trouble.”
Kylie stuck her tongue out at his back.
Smack!
She jumped, turning to look up at the scowling woman as she rubbed her sore buttocks.
“None of that now,” the other woman said, staring down at her. Not only was she a good foot taller than Kylie’s own petite 5 foot 1, she was also broad and muscular.
“You need to let me go. I want my husband.” The word rolled off her lips far too easily. But she meant it. She wanted Reagan. No matter that they’d been arguing, she missed him and she knew he would keep her safe.
She felt bad for how she’d acted last night. Although she was still hurt that Reagan would rather take himself in hand than have her bring him release, she should have at least listened to what he had to say instead of running off like a child having a tantrum. She had owed him that much.
“You will stay here until your husband proves that you belong to him.”
And if he can’t? She didn’t dare say it, didn’t dare show any concern or doubt.
“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed. “You people can’t just lock me away from my husband.”
“Yes, we can. And if he is not your husband as the magistrate’s report says, then you will be spending a lot of time here.”
“Listen, you old cow,” Kylie said, bunching her hands into fists to hide their trembling, “I don’t know who the hell is spreading lies, but when Reagan finds them they will pay and if you people harm a hair on his head I will rip this place apart.”
The other woman just snorted, but she did turn away, breaking eye contact first.
Kylie felt a mix of nerves and tribulation. Standing up for herself didn’t come naturally. But she wasn’t about to let these people bully her.
She was stronger now. Thanks to Reagan. God, she missed him already. How long would it take him to rescue her? She had no doubts that he would.
“Right, strip and place yourself over the bench, knees resting here,” the woman patted the two protruding padded areas beneath the main bench, “your stomach and head in the holes and your arms out in front of you.”
Was she kidding?
“No way,” Kylie said, buoyed by her earlier bravery. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nervousness as the woman turned to scowl at her.
“Excuse me, miss?” she asked in a soft voice.
“I said no way. I am not stripping and I am definitely not placing myself on that bench.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh yes, I think you are. You know, you are in very big trouble right now, young lady and if your so-called husband can’t produce your wedding certificate then you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. So I suggest that you strip yourself and get on that bench.”
“No!” Kylie yelled, lunging away as the woman made a grab for her. Damn, she was fast for a big lady. Kylie knew she couldn’t avoid the other woman forever, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Daniel, get in here!” the other woman yelled.
The door to the room opened immediately and in stepped the large guard. This was it, her only chance.
Kylie ducked behind him, desperate to get out that door.
“Urgh,” she cried out as she was lifted in the air, a solid arm circling around her waist. Slam! The door shut before her and the evil bitch smiled at her.
It was not a reassuring smile.
“What is going on in here?” Daniel asked, easily holding her against his hip. Kylie struggled against him, but his arm was pushing against her diaphragm, making it hard to take in a decent breath.
“Looks like we have ourselves a brat,” the woman said.
Uh-oh.
“Strip her and we’ll show her how brats get treated.”
Kylie swung her fists, kicking out, but it was like hitting concrete and the big man soon had her standing in front of him, naked, her knuckles throbbing from where she had actually managed to land a punch.
Holding her tightly by one arm, he pulled her over toward the chair. Kylie attempted to dig her heels in, but it did her no good, he simply picked her and carried her the last few steps then sat with her face down over his lap.
Oh no. This sooo wasn’t good.
He held her easily, one hand securing her wrists behind her back, laying the other arm firmly over the back of her thighs.
“Let me up you fat, ugly ape.”
“Nobody taught this one any manners,” he remarked.
“Let’s see if we can instil some,” the woman replied.
Smack!
Kylie let out a screech. The pain was incredible.
Smack! Smack!
Oh God, what was the bitch using? Kylie struggled to take a deep breath as another smack landed.
There was a pause.
“Ahh, now that quietened her naughty mouth, didn’t it?” the woman mused.
“Your paddle usually has an immediate effect,” Daniel replied. Was there a touch of sympathy in his voice or was she just imagining it?
“So, little girl, are you ready to apologize for being such a brat? Are you ready to obey me now?” the woman asked.
“Fuck. You.” Kylie gritted her teeth against the searing pain of the paddle. It landed over and over until she was awash in agony. Tears dripped down her cheeks, pooling on the floor.
She was too distraught to even react once the paddle stopped
landing. She just lay over Daniel’s large lap and sobbed until she was exhausted.
Daniel turned her over, standing her between his long legs. Standing, he marched her over to the bench, placing her face down on it.
Her butt felt like it was swollen to twice its size and she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a long, long time.
Daniel grabbed her wrists and began binding them together with a rope.
“No, wait!” Kylie said. “Please.”
He stilled, holding her wrists in his hand.
“Can’t you please leave me unbound? I won’t move.”
Surprisingly, his eyes warmed slightly. He glanced behind her.
“She needs to be bound,” Glenys said abruptly.
“No,” Kylie cried out, trying to wriggle free. But there was nowhere to go and they soon had her overpowered. Her wrists were tied and stretched out in front of her. Her ankles and knees were strapped down tight. She was spread out and at their mercy.
“What are you doing?” she yelled.
“Gag her for me, will you?” Glenys asked.
“Fine, but then I have to return to my post.”
“I think I can handle her now.”
Daniel placed a cloth over her mouth, tying it at the back of her head. He patted her briefly on the shoulder as she stared up at him miserably.
Shivers raced up her spine.
Had she escaped one nightmare just to end up in another? Damn it, she was sick of being a victim. No way was she just giving up, not this time.
“Right, I’m going to give you a good clean out, its standard process for all the girls who come through here. Most of them don’t fight it as much as you, though.”
There was the noise of something being moved, some water splashing.
“Okay, relax, here comes the nozzle.”
Kylie’s protest was muffled behind the gag and she couldn’t help but tense as a nozzle was pushed into her asshole. Surprisingly, she’d actually lubricated the nozzle and it slipped in easily.
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