The Assassin and the Soldier

by Carly Morgan

  “Mmm,” he sighed, turning his face to meet her kisses. “Well, hello to you too, my love.”

  “You’re home early,” she said, and then stepped backwards away from him until she hit the bed and propped herself up against the edge of it. She kicked off her kitten-heeled boots and opened her legs, grinning at him enticingly. If they were going to be home alone, they might as well take advantage of it.

  He swiveled in his chair and slid over to her, the wheels grating loudly against the hardwood of the floor. He grabbed her thighs in his strong hands, pushing up the material of her knitted dress, massaging them beneath her wool leggings. Kaelia arched her back, enjoying the feel of him, anticipating him tearing each layer of her clothing right off.

  “Did you slip your guard again?” he asked suddenly, and Kaelia quickly found herself pulled out of her blissful state.

  “Ugh, Callan…” she groaned, collapsing flat on the bed now and staring up at the ceiling. It would be no use to lie to him. The security guards were on his payroll, not hers, and he’d probably already figured it out when he got home early and the guard was home, and she wasn’t. “You know I hate having that guard following me around wherever I go.”

  “I know it,” he said, and he pointedly slapped her thigh as he stood from the chair. “But those are the rules. You don’t go out without a guard.”

  “I don’t need a guard,” she argued uselessly, pushing herself into a half-reclined position. “Who’s going to recognize me anyway, with all this stuff on?”

  She gestured to her scarf, hood, and hat, which she began pulling off one by one. That was an advantage of living in a cold climate, everywhere they went, they went in disguise, and no one thought twice about it.

  Callan paused at the door of the bathroom to regard her solemnly. Kaelia’s heartbeat quickened as he looked at her. She hated when he went into the bathroom first. It could mean either one of two things; he would return with a large butt plug to lodge into her bottom before her spanking, or with the hairbrush or bath brush to paddle her with. Sometimes it was even both, depending on the offense.

  “Are you arguing with me about the rules again?” he asked coolly.

  Kaelia swallowed. “No,” she said softly, lowering her eyes submissively to the bedspread. It never helped to argue about the rules; she had learned that long ago.

  “No?”

  Callan cocked an eyebrow at her, and she quickly corrected herself. “No, sir.”

  Callan nodded, and vanished into the bathroom. Kaelia could hear him opening drawers and rattling things about. She sighed and flopped down in defeat against the bed again as that delicious tendril of anticipation began snaking its way throughout her body. As much as she hated them, the punishments turned her on, and she could no longer imagine living her life on her own terms. She inexplicably craved Callan’s guidance, the structure and routine he brought to her days, and the discipline that came if she disregarded his rules.

  As he strode back into the room, Kaelia heard an object clatter noisily to the bedside table. She lifted her neck and peeked to see what it was. The hairbrush. Oh, how she delectably hated that hairbrush. It was worse even than the big bath brush, or his belt, considering he tended to use the smaller objects for longer, and bring them down on her backside with more force. He’d already broken several wooden spoons that way, along with a spatula and a rice paddle.

  Callan sat down purposely on the edge of the bed beside the nightstand, and then turned to look over his shoulder at her. “Come on,” he prompted her discernibly. “You know what to do, young lady.”

  Kaelia huffed and lifted her eyes waywardly to the ceiling as she rolled over and began crawling across the bed to him. Of course, that had been a mistake. She knew as soon as she did it that it had been a mistake.

  Callan took her by the arm and swiftly tugged her the rest of the way across the bed, chiding her. “You bad girl, you just rolled your eyes at me before your spanking. You know you do not roll your eyes at me while I’m disciplining you!”

  He brought his hand down hard across her ass the moment she fell over his lap. Kaelia’s whole body tensed, affronted by his admonishment and the solitary slap, even though it barely hurt. She wriggled and scowled at the floor from where she hung. Despite her chagrin, the position felt almost comfortable, intimate and cozy, flipped over his lap with her pelvis fitted snugly against his legs, and her bottom upturned to him like a generous offering. She had almost come to enjoy her placement over his knee. If only it didn’t mean a spanking was sure to happen in a few moments.

  “All right, young lady,” Callan lifted her dress over her back as he began to lecture her in his usual fashion. “Tell me why you’re about to get a good, hard, bare bottomed spanking.”

  Kaelia flinched at his vernacular. “I snuck out without my guard,” she mumbled dutifully, wanting to get this over with quickly. The apprehension was building in her gut like some horrible poison, and spreading quickly to the rest of her body. Sometimes she thought the anticipation was worse than the actual spanking, though her thoughts on that usually changed once her bottom was a mess of burning flames.

  Callan began peeling down her tights. Kaelia quivered to feel the cold air of the room on her bare hips. “You know those guards were hired for your own good,” he scolded her. “Because I love you! Because I care about you! “Until we’ve taken down the people of Plekser, you do not leave this building without one. No, in fact, you do not leave this penthouse. I don’t care how well you think you can take care of yourself. Do you understand me, young lady?”

  Kaelia gritted her teeth. Everything in her wanted to defy him. She could take care of herself, better than some huge side-of-beef could anyway. But she’d had this argument with Callan before, and it had gotten her nowhere. Bringing it up again would undoubtedly only earn her a much sorer bottom.

  “Yes, sir,” she managed to get out instead, feeling impossibly submissive to him. She pouted at the floor, feeling both resentful and aroused. How was he able to do this to her, every single time?

  “Good girl,” Callan said approvingly, though he still lowered her panties over her plump cheeks. Kaelia felt them acutely, two jiggling mounds of vulnerable flesh, about to be smacked until she was howling. She closed her eyes, suddenly wanting more than anything to receive a different fate.

  “I’m sorry,” she tried, though she hardly knew why she bothered. No matter how much she begged and apologized, it always fell on deaf ears until Callan deemed her, what he determined was, sorry.

  “You should be.” Callan rubbed her cheeks vigorously back and forth with his hand. Her bottom always felt so small in these moments, with his long fingers gripped around them. “You know it’s dangerous to go out without your guard; that’s why the rule is in place. You know that, don’t you?”

  “Mmhmm,” she murmured reluctantly, wishing he’d get the lecture over with. She hated answering all his same questions again and again. It was almost like he was getting her to agree with the fact she should be spanked.

  He smacked her across her bare bottom, and Kaelia winced. “Not mmhmm, you bad girl,” he admonished her. “You say yes, sir!”

  He slapped her again, and Kaelia whimpered. “Yes, sir,” she grumbled indignantly.

  “You really are a naughty little thing.” The spanking began in earnest all of a sudden, and Kaelia braced herself with her toes dug into the floor and her forearms pressed underneath her. It hurt, but she tried to pace herself. She knew it would hurt a lot worse once he picked up that hairbrush. “I’m trying to keep you safe, and you act like it’s an inconvenience for you!”

  His hand crashed down against her upturned bottom over and over, until Kaelia couldn’t help it anymore – she let out a strangled cry of defeat and tried to get away. She twisted and bucked and kicked, but as usual succeeded in going nowhere, and making Callan all the madder.

  “Bad girl!” he scolded her fiercely, his hand feeling less like smooth flesh and more like a rough, thick
board each time he struck her. “Don’t you try to go anywhere! For blatantly disregarding the rules, you’re going to get a spanking until your little bottom is hot, red, and sore. You deserve a nice, hot, red bottom, don’t you, young lady?”

  “Yes!” she moaned miserably, forgoing her struggle and clinging to his pant leg now. “I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”

  “You should be ashamed of yourself,” Callan carried on, thrashing her bottom with his hand all the while. “Making me spank you until you’re crying like one very sorry little girl. Aren’t you ashamed?”

  “Yes, sir,” she howled, sobs caught in her throat. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”

  “I’ve heard that before,” Callan said, pausing to pick up the brush. Kaelia stiffened to sense it gripped between his fist. “As soon as you’re over my knee, you’re sorry and you’re never going to do it again. But then once you can sit comfortably again, you go right back on doing as you please. Well, maybe I should start giving you maintenance spankings. A constant sore bottom may dissuade you from trying to earn yourself more, what do you think?”

  “Noo,” Kaelia begged, as he tapped her blazing backside with the hairbrush. She was already so sore, she didn’t know how she could take more, and she twisted and tried to pull away. “Please, can’t I have a break in the corner first?”

  Callan chuckled softly, stroking her softly with the brush. It might have felt good if Kaelia didn’t know what to expect next. “Darling, you don’t dictate your punishments,” he explained, nearly affectionately. “I don’t know why you bother to try.”

  He raised the brush and clapped it down upon her left cheek, over and over, never moving it much from the same spot. Kaelia erupted keenly into tears then, and though she tried to beg her way into a reprieve, her words came out as one long string of noise that didn’t make any sense. Finally, Callan alternated to the right cheek for a while, and then paddled her with that hairbrush square in the middle of her bottom with what felt like all his might. Kaelia gasped, cried and wailed as her entire backside burned as if she were being held down on top of a hot stove, and someone was turning the flames up higher and higher all the while.

  “I’m sorry!” At last, she found her voice again, sobbing freely now and kicking her legs. “Please, sir, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I promise! I’ll be a good girl! I will!”

  “Do I need to give you a maintenance spanking tomorrow to remind you?” he barked, still drilling that brush down into the center of her hot, swollen ass.

  “No!” she implored fervently. “I promise I’ll be good. I promise!”

  Slowly, he reduced the speed of her spanking until the brush fell no more, and he felt her sigh in relief as he set the implement back on the bedside table and gathered her in his arms. He snuggled her close, burying his face in the top of her head while she sobbed in his chest. Her bottom was scalded and throbbing against his thigh, and Kaelia reached behind her to rub it fervently.

  “You know I don’t like to punish you so harshly,” he said quietly after a long time. “But I just can’t stand the thought of losing you, not again. The rules I set in place for you are there for your safety, and I won’t tolerate your blatant disregard for them.”

  “I’m sorry,” she muttered despondently, feeling his disappointment acutely in her chest. “It was wrong of me to disobey the rules. I deserved a spanking.”

  “Good girl,” he stroked her hair for a long time, and continued to cuddle her close.

  Chapter 26

  Callan

  Sometimes, he thought he enjoyed her most while she was like this, a trembling, vulnerable creature in his arms, made sore and sorry by her freshly spanked bottom. He had used that brush on her until both cheeks glowed red, and welts sprang up where he’d paddled her the most. Though punishment had blossomed into a beautiful thing between them that turned the both of them on, it also really did pain him to thrash her so intensely. But a sore bottom was better than a dead fiancée, and she would do well to learn that.

  Eventually, he laid her out before him on the bed, her clothes crumpled and in an odd jumble of disarray. It had taken him awhile to get used to the sight of her with so many clothes on; the thick tights and jumpers, fuzzy pajamas and heavy socks. But now, he hardly remembered her spending all day in nothing but a bikini, as he had seen her the first several weeks of their life together. He loved her both ways, of course, though there was something more endearing about her winter attire, as if she was saving herself for only him.

  Slowly, he stripped her down, peeling off the tights and shimmying the dress over her head, slipping her panties the rest of the way down her legs, until she lay completely naked before him. Then he tore off his own shirt before leaning down to kiss her belly, her inner thighs, her cunt, swirling his tongue in and out of her until she moaned. He lapped up her fresh juices, faster and faster, stroking her firmly with his tongue until she was writhing. He smiled as he climbed over the length of her, lowering his pants and pointing his cock at her lips. She opened her mouth as obedient as a baby bird accepting its dinner, and took him down her throat.

  “That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Fill that little mouth with my nice, hard cock. You like that, don’t you, my love?”

  She nodded as she sucked him, languidly at first, her throat and neck muscles relaxed, though after a few moments her movements became needier, urgent. She licked and rolled her tongue across his head, firmly pressing her lips around his girth, filling her cheeks with him, taking him down her throat. It felt so good, Callan barely forgot her need to breathe as he pressed his groin firmly to her face, sinking all the way down to her esophagus. He felt her gag, but held himself there anyway, teaching her to accept him despite her discomfort. Eventually, her throat softened enough to accommodate him, and she resumed her job of sucking.

  Callan groaned in ecstasy, his mind blown from so much pleasure. He was nearly going wild as he grabbed her head between his hands and moved her vigorously up and down, feeling her warm, wet mouth around his cock until he was about to blow his load. Abruptly, he withdrew from her, and then moved back down the length of her body.

  He moved her expertly; he knew every inch of her body so well now, and could do with her just as he pleased. Taking her around the hips and waist, he turned her over and lowered his body on top of hers. She felt warm and soft, a quaking mass of delight designed solely for his own comfort and needs. He thrust his penis between her warm, swollen butt cheeks, searching out her glossy, drenched cunt. When he first slid inside, her muscles squeezed him gloriously, though after he pumped her a few times she began to relax.

  “Ohh,” she moaned loudly, arching her hips to meet his purposeful thrusts. He drove into her deeper, his eyes rolling back in his head to feel her fitted so perfectly around him. He slammed into her with his pelvis until her body seemed to shrink beneath him, dominating their lovemaking session, mastering her.

  “Who do you belong to?” He reached forward and grabbed her face, smashing her cheek into the side of his palm and cupping her chin in the V of his forefinger and thumb, tilting her neck up. “Whose naughty little slut, are you?”

  “Yours,” she groaned, strained, her body succumbing to the heavy plows of his cock as he bounced her back and forth.

  “Mine,” he reiterated, sliding a hand under her smooth, supple belly and yanking her in. She yelped, and he began fucking her faster. “Don’t forget that, Kaelia, mine to protect, to fuck, and to punish when you’ve disobeyed. And how are bad little girls punished around here?”

  “With spankings,” she struggled to answer him through her shrieks of pleasure. He felt her pussy muscles tighten deliciously around his hard cock as she climaxed, the sensation making him lose his mind from the pleasure of it.

  With one intense grunt, he smashed her down flat onto the bed and slid out of her. She yelped when she felt him part her beautiful, swollen ass cheeks, and then cried out with fervor when he pressed the hard, throbbing head of his cock to her del
icate pucker. Slowly, she stretched open for him, and he groaned as he drove down into her tightest place.

  She whimpered, but he paid it no mind. It had been a while since he had taken her ass, and she’d clearly grown unaccustomed to him there. He dipped in and out of her, slowly at first, looking down to enjoy the sight of his hard member sliding in and out of her perfectly plump reddened cheeks. It wasn’t long before he could hardly contain himself, and he began crashing into her with deep, fast thrusts.

  “Ohh!” she began wailing underneath him, the sound laced with urgent desire. “It’s too much! You’re so big.”

  Callan fucked her harder, dismissing her discomfort. Her legs thrashed and her body began to flail as he pinned her to the mattress, controlling her with the deep thrusts of his cock. “Good little girl,” he crooned encouragingly, slamming into her hot cheeks with his muscular thighs. “Taking my big cock inside your little ass. Such a good, good little girl.”

  His balls tightened as he came, shooting his load in her bottom. He sighed pleasurably as he eased out of her, feeling her own orgasm as she spasmed. He collapsed beside her, nudging her over and gathering her luscious body into his arms. A sheen of sweat coated her body, and Callan brushed her hair out of the way to kiss her forehead, her face.

  “Good girl,” he said again, and slowly closed his eyes. After exerting himself so much, it seemed a good time for a little nap. He rolled over onto his side and spooned her, feeling her warm bottom press into his thighs. Maybe one day he’d spank her for normal, domestic things – like forgetting to do the dishes or making the bed, not that she made the bed anyway, but for now this was their life, and he was okay with that.

  Kaelia

  They woke what must have been an hour or two later to the slam of the front door, though Kaelia did her best to ignore it, snuggling deeper down under the covers with Callan. But he must have sensed something important happening, because he immediately spun towards the side of the bed, sliding his pants on before his feet hit even hit ground.