Captain, My Captain

by Maddie Taylor

  He leaned over her back and placed his hands on the mattress where she could see that he held the paddle in one of his big hands. His chest pushed her further down as one of his feet repositioned her feet farther apart.

  “This paddle is not something you want to be overly familiar with, Megan. It is brought out to correct very disobedient subs. It is called an Okole Paddle and is made from sturdy Hawaiian bamboo. It’s a heavy impact paddle and has two purposes. The smooth, shiny side will deliver a hard, stinging blow and will definitely make an impression.” Tony turned the paddle over and revealed another side that was covered in black rubber with a diamond shaped pattern. “This side delivers heavy blows that leave beautiful, long lasting marks that will be with you for several days. I have only had to use the “Zee Plate” side once on a sub. Don’t make it twice, Megan.”

  “Please, Captain. I’m afraid.”

  “Angel,” he breathed in her ear. “Do you trust me?”

  “But, that paddle will hurt, Captain.”

  “Yes, it would hurt like hell. Do you trust me not to harm you, Megan?”

  She thought for a moment. Felt his big body surrounding her, supporting her. She had promised him submission. She understood that he didn’t like the F word but continued to use it. Was she still testing him? Pushing him to take it to the next level, and the next? Did she want the paddle, or a crop or a whip? My God! She was a masochist!

  “Megan?”

  “Yes, Captain. I trust you. I’m sorry and will submit to whatever punishment you think I need.”

  “Good girl. Stay as you are. Don’t move.” She saw the wicked paddle disappear as Tony pushed himself from the bed. She could hear him move away and walk around the room. Anxiously she waited, dying to turn around to see what he was doing. What was delaying this punishment? Lord, she wanted to get it over with.

  “Good girl, Megan. You held your position. I know how hard this is for you. Now, you will take ten and we will put this nasty business behind us so I can fuck you. Yeah?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Thwap.

  Startled, Megan squealed at the sting, but kept her position.

  Thwap Thwap

  “Captain?”

  Thwap Thwap

  “Yes, little subbie?”

  Thwap Thwap Thwap

  The last blows were preceded by a woosh and then a sharper wicked sting as the blows landed in even, quick strokes. She was expecting heavy, thudding blows, but this felt like the sting of a…

  Two sharp, searing blows landed on each sit spot and robbed Megan of breath.

  “That’s ten. Let’s not repeat this lesson again.”

  Megan was startled as something thumped as it landed on the bed in front of her. She looked at the leather-wrapped riding crop that settled on the bed next to her. Tony leaned over her again and whispered in her ear. “I said the next lesson would be with the crop, baby. Not the paddle.”

  “You let me think…”

  “That I was going to paddle you with that wicked piece of bamboo. Never! The only time that was used was when a male employee at the club was caught with his hand in the till. We offered him a deal, a real paddling or pressing charges. He took ten with that wicked paddle and practically crawled out of the club never to be heard from again.”

  “Why do you keep it then, Captain?”

  “I don’t know really. I should give it to Jonas to add to his collection. He has a very interesting collection of implements; some date back hundreds of years. Remind me to show it to you someday. But, I digress. I told you I like control and my favorite sex toy is the mind, remember? When you brought me that wicked paddle instead of the crop, I decided you needed a lesson that you would not forget. The fear raised it up a notch, didn’t it? “

  He rose and patted her tender red bottom. “Back in bed, Megan. Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

  Megan moved to obey, relieved that her butt had been spared that awful paddle. She watched as Tony grabbed both the paddle and the crop and went to the closet to put them away. He returned and stood at the bedside, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his cock at full attention behind his zippered fly. He frowned down at her. “I owe you a soaping, too.”

  Megan gasped and her eyes flew to his.

  “I’m thinking you need a good fucking instead.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she nodded agreeably.

  She watched, licking her lips as Tony stood and removed his jeans. His cock sprung free as she saw he wore no boxers or briefs. He stripped his jeans off and moved over her. He continued to frown down at her. “I am serious about the language issue, Megan. Your swearing is unacceptable even in the heat of passion. Yeah?”

  He lay at her side and pressed his face against her neck and breathed in her sweet scent while his big hand swept down to caress her soft belly, hips and thighs. “I guess me and the guys are going to have to watch our language around you. You are highly impressionable, subbie.”

  “Do I get to spank you when you say the F word, Captain?”

  Another, less intense smack landed on the outside of her right thigh. “Nobody likes a smartass sub, baby. Dom’s administer the spankings. I’m no switch. You’ll just have to deal with it.” He was happy she couldn’t see the grin on his face, no sense in encouraging her.

  “Sorry, Captain.”

  He planted a scorching kiss on her full lips before sliding down between her legs. His wide shoulders nudged her legs wide apart and he bent his head to work on her pussy. His tongue lapped and teased and tasted her pussy. Still, he avoided her aching clit. Megan moaned in frustration and her hands flew to his head, pulling him closer.

  “Ah, ah!” He moved Megan’s hands to her sides and slid them behind her back. “You keep these hands right here, baby. I’m in control here. Consider this part of your punishment,” he warned her then dipped his head back down.

  “Please, Captain! More.”

  “Patience, baby.” His words hummed against her pussy, tormenting her further and she squealed. He laughed against her core, which about drove her crazy. Then the sneaky bastard slipped the buzzing egg right into her pussy. He expertly slid it right against her g-spot and she arched her back and her hips strained toward his mouth. He worked her clit with his lips, his tongue and nipped it with her teeth. He used both hands to anchor her writhing hips to the mattress. Her copious juices were gushing and he slid a finger into her hot cream and spread a trail downward, working it into her crack and over her tight little star. He repeated this path over and over until her little pucker and his finger were well lubricated.

  “Oh, Captain. I can’t stand any more, please…” Megan begged for release.

  “Soon. Do not come yet!”

  His broad fingertip circled her tight opening before it slipped in to the first joint. She squealed and arched her hips, pressing her clit into his mouth and pinching his finger with her butt cheeks. He slid his finger out and gathered more of her cream and then slipped it deeper to the next knuckle. He pumped it once, twice, three times and he knew she had reached her limit.

  “Come for me, Angel.” He then sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and trapped it between his teeth. He flicked the end with his tongue and he laid a big forearm across her hips in preparation for her climax.

  Megan screamed as upon his command she instantly spiraled out of control and climaxed in a mind-altering orgasm. Her pussy clenched and spasmed. Her ass spasmed around the finger lodge deep inside. He drew out the orgasm as he continued to work her clit. His tongue and the egg didn’t stop and she slipped over the peak into another intense climax, or was it more of the same one. She didn’t know, but it was the most intense experience of her life. She panted and her muscles tensed; she let out a wail of sheer ecstasy.

  Before she came down or was hurled over the next peak, Tony pulled the egg out of her pussy and moved into position between her legs. In one firm thrust he entered her and was balls deep in her sopping wet cunt. “God, Angel. You feel fucking fan
tastic.” He draped her legs over his arms and pulled her close as he rose up on his knees and fucked her hard. He thrust away, long, deep and hard. Tony’s eyes captured and held Megan’s as he stroked. The intensity was almost too much and Megan’s eyes roamed lower. “Eyes on me, Megan,” he ordered. “I want to see your eyes when I fuck you to another orgasm.”

  That voice. His words. They were almost enough to bring on another climax. Almost. Or maybe it was that nine-inch iron cock pistoning in and out of her tender pussy.

  “My god, Captain. I think I’m gonna come again.”

  A wicked grin spread across his handsome face. “That will be number four. Come then, baby!”

  Instantly her pussy clenched and spasmed as another hard climax took her over. Her pussy sucked him in deep as she clenched around his cock. “Unh...Fuck, baby.”

  They both moaned as they culminated, Megan letting out another scream. She peaked and then collapsed weakly in exhaustion. Tony had fucked her into a coma; she just knew it. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was lie there as he slowly glided his still hard cock in and out of her well-used and slightly tender pussy. She sighed in satisfaction and he smiled down at her.

  He dropped down on top of her as he gave one last slow thrust and lodged his dick deep inside her. He gently kissed her neck, cheeks and moved to tenderly nibble at her lips.

  “Fucking awesome. Next time I’m fuckin’ that ass, Angel!”

  Megan let out a little huff of laughter. “You really are a bad influence on me, Captain. And there is a clear double standard here.”

  He raised his head and smiled at her, not appearing at all remorseful about using his colorful language around her. “Yeah, poor baby. Life is so unfair. But isn’t it fun to be a bad girl for a change, baby?”

  She giggled and he rolled with her until they were settled, spooned on their sides. Tony’s cock slid from her and lay wet and semi-erect against her ass. He reluctantly got up from their warm bed and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

  “Sleep,” he ordered upon his return, gathered her close and pulled the covers over them. And she did.

  It seemed as though only a few minutes passed before a deep voice murmured in her ear. “Angel, wake up.”

  Megan groaned and snuggled deeper under the covers.

  The voice persisted. “Time to get up, Megan. Lil T will be here soon to pick you up.”

  Megan rolled over and pulled the covers over her head and mumbled, “No, want to sleep.”

  A big hand grabbed the covers and pulled them down, planting a sharp, stinging swat upon her naked ass.

  “Oh!” Megan flew up in bed and rubbed her stinging behind. She looked up into Tony’s amused face and frowned.

  “Not a morning person are you, baby?”

  Megan made a grab for the covers. A tug of war ensued and Tony easily won as he pulled them back down. He grabbed her around the waist and rolled her face down and naked across his lap.

  SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

  After delivering light but stinging slaps, he stood her up between his outstretched legs and grabbed her hands to keep them from rubbing. “Enough, Megan. I’ve got coffee brewing and you have about - ” he paused and glanced at the bedside clock.

  “Seven minutes before Lil T gets here. No more fooling around. I’ve got things to do, but I’m not leaving until T gets here. He’s my relief.”

  He leaned forward and planted a warm moist kiss on each of her rosy, peaked nipples before turning her toward the bathroom and sending her on her way with another firm swat.

  “Arrogant, bossy, jerk,” Megan mumbled.

  “You wanted to tell me something, Megan?”

  Moving faster toward the safety of the bathroom, Megan muttered, “No, Captain.”

  Smugly, Tony smiled. “Thought not. Meet you in the kitchen. You’ve now got five minutes, baby. Don’t make me come looking for you.” He tossed this threat over his shoulder and was out the bedroom door.

  Once in the bathroom, she turned to look at her abused rear end in the mirror. It was pink and warm but nothing that wouldn’t pass shortly. No bruising or real redness despite having been well spanked several times in the past few days. Tony was a true master of the art of spanking. He obviously knew how much of his superior strength to use on her tender flesh. She frowned, thinking about all the women who had been on the receiving end of his talented palm over the past fifteen years. No, she couldn’t go down that road. There was nothing but heartache on that path. She did wonder if all the women that had graced his arm and bed over the years were submissives.

  Tony interrupted her thoughts by yelling up the stairs. “Megan! I don’t hear any water running. You now have 3 minutes. Get a move on!”

  Megan was five minutes late arriving in the kitchen and noticed that T had already gotten there and was sipping on a mug of coffee as he waited for her.

  “We’ll address your tardiness later, Angel.” Tony pulled her in for a quick hug and planted a warm, moist kiss on her startled lips. “T is in charge, Megan. You do what he says or you answer to me. I told him to paddle your ass if you get out of line.”

  Her cheeks flooded with color as she grabbed her still tender butt and looked at T’s amused expression. His eyes were serious, however, as he held her gaze over his coffee cup.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “He would,” Tony confirmed. “Don’t let his age fool you. The kid wields a mean paddle. Until we eliminate this threat, he is in charge when I am not with you. Understood?”

  She paused and looked once more at T who winked at her, then back up into Tony’s serious face.

  “Anything to keep you safe. Follow his orders and you have nothing to worry about,” he assured her with another firm squeeze.

  “Yes, Captain.”

  “Good girl.” With another quick kiss, he released her. “Gotta run. See you tonight.”

  He looked at T for a minute, who nodded in response and then he was gone.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Megan glanced up at the clock. 4 pm already? It had been a hectic day and she had been going non-stop since arriving that morning. Lil T sat in the corner with his laptop in front of him. She knew the screen showed the six security cameras set up around her shop. Wiping her hands on her apron, she headed across the dining area and came to stand at the table beside him, waiting patiently while he finished a call on his blue tooth.

  “What’s up, sweetheart?”

  “Gotta make a supply run, T. The delivery truck broke down and won’t be hear ‘til tomorrow. I gotta run and pick up some essentials to make it through the morning rush.

  T nodded and within a few minutes they were driving to the local wholesale club where she picked up needed staples such as flour, sugar, milk and coffee filters. She sighed as T shadowed her, his alert gaze constantly sweeping the area, searching for threats. She felt sure they were overreacting. As they moved to the checkout, she noticed it was unusually crowded for a Friday afternoon and T placed a protective hand on her back as he guided her and her cart closer to the wall upon exiting. This left only three sides open to threats.

  He scanned the parking lot as she loaded her purchases into the back of the SUV. Ordinarily, he would have done the heavy lifting for her but that would place her in a vulnerable position, open to threats while he was distracted with loading the supplies. T’s attention was drawn to a couple arguing a few rows away. A man in a sleeveless, plaid, flannel shirt was being berated by his dumpy, frumpy looking redneck wife. The language flying out of her mouth was quite colorful and could make even a seasoned Army man like himself blush. His gaze swept around the lot and looked at other families distracted by the scene. He noticed a vehicle approaching them, moving slowly the wrong way down their aisle. T got an uncomfortable tingle down his spine.

  “About done, Meg?”

  The late model sedan was black and nondescript with darkly tinted windows. The vehicle crept closer and T reacted. Something
was wrong. He grabbed the last bag of flour from Megan’s arms and tossed her in the back behind it. Slamming the cargo door behind her and ignoring her little yelp of pain, he turned toward the driver’s side to get her out of there fast. As he turned, he was hit by a sharp pain in his right thigh. He looked down and saw the Taser prongs protruding from his leg. Then another pain hit his left thigh. Shit! His muscles locked and then began to spasm as the pulses of electricity, 50000 volts each, raced through his lower body and down his legs. Damn bastards. Still having use of his arms he moved for his weapon but both legs seized uncontrollably and gave way beneath his 260-pound frame. Incapacitated, he dropped like a ton of bricks to the asphalt.

  As he fell to the ground, he still had some upper body control and tried reaching for his weapon and tried to roll to his side to free it. A sharp kick from a steel toed boot connected with his ribs just below his shoulder holster. Fuck, that hurt! He grabbed the guy’s booted foot and flipped him to the ground. He got a vague feeling of satisfaction as he heard the asshole’s head land with a loud thump like a watermelon against the asphalt. Yeah, take that, motherfucker.

  Another man suddenly came up on his other side and kicked the keys to the SUV from his hand. “Megan! Lock the doors!” he yelled. He watched helplessly as her ‘creepy guy’ rushed to the SUV and pulled Megan from the cargo hold. He dragged her struggling, kicking and screaming toward the black sedan. He watched helplessly as Megan was forced into the back of the sedan and quickly sped away. Lil T memorized the Texas plates while he fumbled for his phone. Although he dreaded passing on to his captain that he had lost his woman, Lil T sucked it up and bravely called Tony and admitted his utter failure. Fuckin’ hell!

  Outwardly calm, cool and unflappable, issuing rapid-fire orders, Tony disbursed his team. Rick watched in awe at the composure shown by his leader, boss and best friend. In his shoes, had it been Regan, he would be losing his mind. The only tell that Tony was not as composed as he appeared was the muscle twitching in his tightly clenched jaw. Rick watched as Tony armed himself, checking his weapons before slipping the 9mm Glock into his shoulder holster and then another went into his belt. Rick knew he had already checked the deadly, wicked blade he always wore strapped to his right ankle and the concealed Sig Sauger P238 strapped to his left ankle.