The Assassin and the Soldier

by Carly Morgan

  “I’m sorry!” she began to kick uselessly at the air, wanting more than anything to get away from his hard board-like hand that smacked and burned her bottom. “Oh, oww, it hurrts. Please! Please stop!” Her words dragged on deplorably as she wailed and moaned over his knee, twisting and wriggling, trying to do anything in her power to deflect the relentless bite of his hand.

  “You better get used to it, because you’re not going anywhere until I’m sure you’ve learned a good lesson, young lady.” Now he was going to lecture her. Kaelia propped herself up on the floor by her forearms and grimaced miserably, struggling to do her best to accept her agonizing fate. “Just what were you thinking? How many times do I have to tell you to be careful? We don’t know who sent that note, and until we do, you have to watch every step!”

  “I’m sorry,” she howled again. Her bottom was pure fire, and every scorching smack to her skin cranked the flames up higher. “I will from now on! I promise! I’m sorry!”

  But Callan seemed to take little sympathy on her as he peeled down her wet bikini bottom, exposing the entirety of her throbbing, sodden backside. Kaelia took a breath, managing to get a short moment of reprieve from the spanking during the lowering of her bikini. Then Callan started right back up with the spanking, his arm rising and falling with ever increasing intensity, the smacks coming heavy and hard, seemingly taking over her whole backside. Though her bottom finally dried off, it didn’t seem to make a difference anymore, and she blubbered and wailed with a newfound sense of distress.

  “You better be sorry, you reckless, undisciplined, little thing,” he began to reprimand her in that demeaning sort of way, as if she were really a child, his voice thundering loudly over the deafening smacks he shot down across her swollen, naked ass. “I’m very disappointed by the way you acted out there, young lady! Aren’t you ashamed, having to get your wet, little bottom spanked red and sore just like a naughty little girl because you can’t behave yourself?”

  Kaelia burst out crying at his scolding, unable to take the sting in his words and the one in her bottom at the same time. “Yes!” came her admittance in the form of a wail, hanging over his lap as she sobbed. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I won’t!”

  “Are you sure about that?” Callan quizzed her, slowing the rate at which he delivered the speed of her spanking. Kaelia couldn’t help sighing in relief, getting the feeling it would be over soon. “Because next time I might not bring you back up to your room to discipline. I might bare your wet bottom and spank you right on the beach for everyone to see. Do you want that?”

  “Noo,” she moaned in anguish, recoiling at the horror of the very idea, realizing she was already going to have to wear a wetsuit for the rest of the week if she didn’t want anyone else to see the evidence of her disgrace.

  “No, what?” he snapped, thumping her again even harder. Kaelia whimpered to realize just how much force he could use on her, if he wanted. It also took all the constraint she had not to cover herself again. But the threat of a longer spanking, and with an object instead of his hand no less, still hung in the air. Kaelia hoped and prayed he might forget about it, or that he’d been bluffing all along

  “No, sir,” she complied weakly, crying as she hung feebly over his lap as her body absorbed the shock and ache of every searing smack to her flaming butt cheeks. It was almost as if her body was no longer her own, it was just a vessel to take in humility and pain.

  “Are you ready to be a good little girl for me then?” Callan’s voice boomed over the powerful cracks he sunk into her bottom.

  “Yes, sir,” she promised plaintively, feeling utterly dejected and debased. No one had ever done this to her before; made her feel so completely powerless and at their mercy. No one until Callan. The idea made something flutter inside her, and Kaelia felt her pussy clench along with the cheeks of her bottom. She tried to ride out the rest of the spanking by fantasizing about the way he might fuck her after.

  “All right, then.” Suddenly, Callan pulled her to her feet, but instead of taking her to his chest for a cuddle, he stood up with her, and pushed her towards the bathroom. She stumbled, unable to walk very well with her bikini bottom somewhere around her knees now. “Time for your paddling.”

  “Noo,” Kaelia howled out, bursting into sobs all over again at the thought of a new wave of pain to assault her scalded ass. Her legs trembled underneath her, and she desperately dug her heels into the ground, refusing to go.

  “Excuse me?” Callan didn’t like that very much. He lifted her off her feet and carried her the rest of the way to the bathroom. “I will not tolerate defiance from you. You need to learn to keep your hands off your bottom while I’m spanking you. Not only is it dangerous, but I spank you to teach you a lesson, and you interrupting that lesson is very naughty! Do you understand me?”

  He set her down and bent her over the sink so that her arms folded underneath her chest and her bottom stuck out in the air. Then he held her like that while he waited for a response. Kaelia hung her head low so she didn’t have to see her reflection in the mirror. Her bottom prickled and smarted with soreness, and she wriggled her hips back and forth in an attempt to gain some relief. It didn’t work very well.

  “Yes, sir,” she finally answered him, pushed degradingly down against the sink as if she were about to undergo a full body search for contraband. Except, of course, she was already completely naked, save for her bikini top, which had long ago gone crooked, exposing at least two thirds of her beasts, including the nipples.

  “Don’t you move an inch,” Callan went on with a warning. “You stay just like that.”

  She gritted her teeth in annoyance but did what he said, remaining in the position he had placed her in as he took his hand off the small of her back. She could see him in the mirror, turning behind him to reach into the shower, and then facing her again with the big, foreboding bath brush gripped tightly in his hand. Kaelia wasn’t even sure where the thing had come from. It had just appeared there one day in the shower, though she had never used it. She guessed she had assumed it was Callan’s all along, though never guessed he’d use it for anything other than scrubbing his back.

  “Hold still,” Callan warned her again. Kaelia swallowed and closed her eyes tight, already feeling the tears welling behind them. “This will hurt, but I don’t want you to move. Move, and you’ll earn yourself further punishment. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Kaelia’s voice was a tiny whimper, a sharp contrast to the ear-splitting thwack that slammed down deep into the very center of her bottom. She gasped, yowled, and then sobbed uncontrollably, and before she knew it, she was flying around and trying to escape.

  “Bad girl,” Callan scolded, instantly whirling her back around and holding her in place. He brought that brush down with fast, heavy strokes to her bottom, and Kaelia flailed desperately against the sink, hysterical. It hurt worse than anything she ever knew before. She couldn’t take it. Tears and snot ran down her face as she sobbed and struggled, doing everything in her power to get free, but Callan held her down tightly against the sink, high enough so that her feet were no longer even touching the floor, she was simply hanging there.

  Smack, Smack, Smack, the whole bathroom echoed with the sounds of her paddling, mixing with her tiny, pitiful cries. At last, she stopped fighting, allowing herself to be pinned in place while he paddled her with fast, frenzied strokes, until finally, Callan dropped the brush to the floor. A moment later, his shorts went the same way.

  Kaelia struggled to get a hold of her tears as she felt his large, heavy penis, press firmly to her throbbing buttocks. Against her burning hot cheeks, his member felt remarkably cool and comforting, and Kaelia rocked herself into him, desperate for any relief she could get.

  In response, Callan pushed her down harder against the sink, indicating she should stay still. She stiffened in obedience, though her entire body was quivering as she anticipated what he would do next. He pushed his penis beneath the split of her swolle
n butt cheeks, probing out the entrance of her cunt. She gasped to realize how soaking wet she was, and again pressed her hips towards him, dying for Callan’s big, hard cock to quell the yearning ache of her pussy.

  Again, Callan steadied her, not allowing his penis to go any farther than taking a shallow dip in her copious juices. She felt him swirling his tip right at her entrance, driving her absolutely wild. “Please,” she begged, lifting her hips higher once more, desperate for him to take her.

  “Oh, no,” he said calmly, and suddenly she felt his cock sliding once more in between her sore cheeks, spreading her juices around. “I’m not going to take you here today.” He grabbed her cunt in his hand, squeezing her wet, delicate place with his rough fingers. “For being a bad little girl and not holding still during your paddling like you were told, I think I’m finally going to fuck your little ass today.”

  He released her pussy, his fingers sodden with her silky fluids, and then smeared the fluid up and down the crease between her buttocks where they split shamefully apart. Next, he grabbed her cheeks in his rough hands, and Kaelia yelped in pain as he pulled them open, exposing her tight, little pucker, now sticky with the moisture from her cunt.

  “Please,” she started, propping herself up on her elbows on the sink. “I don’t think I’m ready… not yet”

  “Oh, you’re ready all right,” Callan answered her, and he poked the tip of his fat cock against the little pit buried at the center of her bottom. She clenched her cheeks involuntarily, her bottom seemingly resisting him. “You’re just scared, as you should be. My cock is considerably sized, and your little virgin bottom hole is very tight. It will hurt at first, but you’ll get used to it. You might even like it.”

  She moaned as he pushed the tip of his cock past her resistance, releasing her bottom cheeks and letting them fall around his gargantuan girth. She never realized just quite how big he was before, and it felt very strange, having him lodged between her fleshy buttocks. She shifted her hips back and forth, trying to get used to the feel of him there.

  “That’s a good girl,” he praised her, running a hand up the small of her back as he leaned farther over her. She shut her eyes tight and bared her teeth as the head of his cock pushed deeper into her tender ass. She could feel herself stretching open, until the tight ring of her hole burned just as horribly as her spanked cheeks. “Just relax for me, love.”

  “I can’t,” she wailed wretchedly, wanting nothing more than to free her poor bottom hole from its burden, her fingers clenching open and closed over nothing. “You’re too big. I’m too small!”

  “Relax, or it will hurt worse,” Callan said, and his voice wasn’t so gentle as before. Kaelia took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed. Slowly, she felt her sphincter muscles loosen as he split her with his ample cock, entering her deep and slow.

  “Ohh,” Kaelia emitted a mind-boggling moan that started from somewhere deep in her belly, which was exactly where she felt like his cock was. She could feel his hips pressing tightly against her sore ass, making her take every little bit of his long, stiff pole. She wriggled and trembled underneath him, feeling overwhelmingly full and debased, and so completely his.

  He began to fuck her, slowly at first, holding her in place with his hands around her hips, easing gently in and out of her. Kaelia continued to moan. His cock rubbing against her sore, stretched-wide-open bottom hole felt as painful as a saw cutting into a board. She wanted to wrench free of him, yet she was so completely overpowered by his body and his cock and his hands, she didn’t dare, and then… and then she felt something else. A strange pleasure, deep inside her, unfurling like a drug being released throughout her bloodstream.

  “Bad little girl,” he began to scold her, his voice tight and strained as he drove into her with fast, deep thrusts. “This is what you get for trying to get away from your paddling. My big, hard cock, fucking your little bottom hole raw and wide. Next time, you’ll hold still for your bath brush spanking, won’t you, you bad, bad girl!”

  He rammed into her harder and faster as he spoke, his tone fervent with need and desire. Kaelia shrieked from the shock of pleasure that suddenly erupted throughout her whole body. Her pussy spurted with warm fluid and her bottom clenched around his penis. Despite the agonizing pain of it, she wanted more. She rocked her hips against him, and he reached up and grabbed her hair, yanking back on her head until her spine arched into a curve, and his cock stabbed deep inside her bottom.

  Kaelia screamed as she came, and Callan collapsed on top of her as his body jerked once, twice, moaning in pure and utter bliss. She felt him shoot off inside of her, the sensation warming, intimate and strange. When he eased out of her, she felt too weak to stand, and he scooped her in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he cradled her to his chest for several minutes. Kaelia felt positively loopy as he kissed her forehead and pushed back strands of her hair. She had never had an orgasm so hard or so glorious before.

  Finally, she seemed to come back into some semblance of consciousness, and Callan laid her gently down on the pillows and curled up beside her, tracing up and down the center of her chest with the center of his fingers. “Never forget who you belong to,” he told her, after even more minutes ticked by.

  “You,” Kaelia answered softly, submissively. It was very clear to her. No one else in the world could manage her as completely as Callan could; whether he was fucking her into oblivion or putting her in check. She was his, and though she might not have always liked it, she certainly couldn’t deny it.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you,” he countered, as if challenging her.

  As Callan snuggled beside her, Kaelia realized this was the happiness she thought she felt before with Pierson. But what she had in the past actually fell pathetically short of real love. Because the love she experienced now with Callan was nothing like it had been. It was safe, and effortless, something she never had to work towards, it simply bloomed between them like lazy, carefree wildflowers. It was warm, light, nurturing, and made her realize there were things in the world she couldn’t fully understand or explain, and didn’t care to. Not when everything was so still and peaceful, and made this much sense on its own.

  Chapter 15

  Callan

  First place. Over the past week, Kaelia had conquered surfing so successfully; she beat out even Lux during the challenge. That night at the celebration ceremony, there were just ten of them left; Grady, Elgren, and Emmanuel among them. Callan watched as Kaelia eyed each one of them in turn from over her rack of lamb and stuffed artichoke, peeling the flesh off each leaf with methodical intent. Callan knew she thought one of them had sent the note to scare her into backing off during the competition, but, of course, she couldn’t prove it. She just held a grudge instead.

  Mick Dirkhead was announcing the next challenge, a trivia game. “Upstairs in each one of your rooms; trainers and contestants alike, there’s a study guide of over 5,000 questions. You’ll have the next week to go over them, although not every question will be in the game.”

  Callan glanced across the table at Kaelia, who caught his eye. She shrugged somewhat optimistically. Though trivia questions didn’t involve any physical strength, Callan possessed fairly strong memorization skills, and he hoped Kaelia did, too. He wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with his spliced DNA or not; studying just always came easily to him. He graduated at the top of his class in high school, and was working towards a degree when he decided to enlist instead. His adoptive father had passed away, and his mother needed the financial support.

  “Dance with me, my lady.” Callan’s thoughts were interrupted by Lux, leaning low over Maddie and taking both her hands in his. She giggled like a schoolgirl and accepted; Lux trailed her out onto the dance floor with an agile grace. Callan guessed he’d receive professional instruction in the art of ballroom dancing as well as everything else, resentment rising in his throat.

  As dinner and the announcement were over, most o
f the other contestants and their trainers were leaving, though Callan did notice tiny Indigo Steele, the only female besides Kaelia still left in the competition, shaking her stuff at the edge of the dance floor all by herself. He watched her for what must have been less than a split second, and when he turned back around, he saw Grady, leaning over Kaelia, and was so startled by it he nearly jumped out of his chair. What the hell did he think he was doing? Threatening her? Asking for a dance? Callan wasn’t sure which would be worse.

  But it turned out, Grady’s only motive was to insult her. “What’s it like sharing your dog?” Callan heard him say as he indicated Maddie and Lux. Elgren, who stood nearby, sniggered jeeringly. Callan tensed and sat fully erect, ready to intervene if he had to.

  Luckily, his intervention wasn’t necessary. Suddenly, Indigo appeared on Kaelia’s opposite side, breathlessly grabbing her arm. “Come dance with me,” she said giddily in her enticing mix of foreign accents. “It is very fun!”

  He watched as Kaelia smiled hesitantly, nearly vulnerably, before allowing herself to be pulled out onto the floor by the cat burglar. Callan felt funny watching her, as if he were somehow spying on someone else’s party. Still, he continued to keep her in his line of vision, lowering his eyes surreptitiously over his meal.

  The song was something techno and funky; Callan had never heard it before, and it took Kaelia a moment to get into the rhythm of it. At first, she copied Indigo’s moves, rocking her hips and pumping the air with her hands. But then, it was like the music got right inside her, and she glided along with it effortlessly, becoming lost in another world. Callan was entranced, watching the swirl of her hair and the curves of her body flowing this way and that. The song switched to something slower, and so did her body motion, moving like a breeze through the leaves of a tree.

  Another song. Something faster this time; upbeat and a bit rock n roll. Lux spun and flung Maddie this way and that around the dance floor, and Indigo and Kaelia tried to imitate them, laughing and falling over themselves when they failed. Suddenly, Lux swooped in and grabbed Indigo, leaving Maddie to Kaelia as he dipped her and twirled her around. A few moments later, he switched again, taking Kaelia as his partner this time. She went right along with it, even throwing her head back and laughing mirthfully as he directed her through a particularly tricky maneuver.