Authors: Kathryn R. Blake
“Do. Not. Ever. Do. That. Again! Do you understand me?” he growled, his face red with fury.
Her jaw dropping open, Kelly couldn’t believe he’d lay into her that way. Rather than apologize for knocking her flat, like an annoying bug that had landed on his chest, he lit into her as if she’d committed some crime that was socially reprehensible. Unable to prevent the tears that streamed down her face, and wanting to hurt him back for his cold and calculated insult, Kelly acted again without thinking and attacked
Scrambling up from the hard cement, she launched herself at him again, this time slapping his face and chest. “You bastard! I am not some piece of dirt you can fling to the floor.”
His expression devoid of emotion, he caught her hands, turned her, then snapped his handcuffs on her wrists. With one hand clamped on her arms and the other gripping her hair he bent her head back and whispered in her ear, “And you, little girl, are totally out of line.” Kelly tried to pull away, but his fingers tightened with a painful grip. “I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me, and I’m real sorry you didn’t believe me to be a man of my word. Because you, my dear, are gonna get the worst paddlin’ of your life for goin’ against my wishes.”
Tears of anger and humiliation still streaming down her face, Kelly reacted childishly by attempting to kick him. He responded by yanking her arms up behind her back so high she thought they would rip out of their sockets. She screamed.
“Quiet down!” he ordered gruffly, still whispering. “Unless you want me to pull down your skirt and panties right here, take off my belt and start whippin’ you so hard, your butt will blister!”
Angry, hurt and terrified she may have made a terrible mistake, she screamed back, “Try it fucker, and I’ll bite your fingers off.”
Then Kelly spotted Kyle stepping into the room. Scared and desperate, she reached out to the only man there who might be willing to help her. “Kyle, please! Don’t let him–”
But a fiery pain in her scalp choked her words off, as Jim fisted his fingers in her hair. So, she screamed again. This time more in anger than agony, though Jim’s grip was anything but gentle.
Next thing Kelly knew Kyle was also yelling at her, “Kelly! Your behavior is completely unacceptable right now!”
With her attention focused entirely on Kyle, Kelly’s knees caved in when Jim clipped her from behind, and she went crashing down to the cement floor beneath her.
“Oof!” That hurt, but so did Jim’s unrelenting grip on her hair and arms. Her protest barely registering, Kelly found herself lying face down on the floor, with Jim’s knee digging into the middle of her back.
Continuing to struggle against Jim’s hold, Kelly yelled, “Let me up, you half-witted moron!” Jim didn’t say anything, but she was more than aware of a slight shift in his weight and a yank on her arm. Thinking he might have decided to let her up, she started to rise to her knees when his hand forcefully descended on her unprotected rump … twice, knocking her back to the floor again.
Despite the rivulets of tears that ran down her face unchecked, Kelly bucked and screamed, only to hear Jim threaten, “Settle down right now, sub, or I’m gonna ball gag you.”
She hated Jim at the moment. Really hated him. She’d only been trying to give him a kiss, and he acted like she’d assaulted him.
Lifting her head, Kelly glared at Kyle. “How could you hand me over to this cretin, Kyle?” she cried, mascara running down her cheeks. “
You
were supposed to be with me last night. You promised to protect me, love me, and care for me. Not give me away, you bastard!”
“That’s it!” Jim growled, and Kelly thought for sure he was going to pull her hair out by the roots this time, so she screamed again. “Quiet, sub,” he snapped.
Though she still gasped for air from the way Jim’s knee dug into her back, Kelly couldn’t stop crying.
“My bag’s in my locker,” Jim told Kyle. “The key’s in my back pocket. Get the key and bring me my bag, will you bud?”
“You fucking asshole!” she yelled, only to scream again when his hand pressed down on her cuffed wrists.
“And you, little lady, should learn when to keep your mouth shut,” he growled between gritted teeth as he gave her two more hard-handed swats.
Despite her pain-filled yelps and desperate struggles, Kelly heard Kyle drop Jim’s bag at his side. She couldn’t tell if Jim’s jaw was clenched due to anger or his efforts to keep her down when he said, “My hands are a little busy for the moment, bud. Pull out the gag and paddle, will ya?”
Determined not to let anyone gag or paddle her, Kelly redoubled her efforts to get away, but Jim kept his grip firm.
“Stop that!” he commanded, his powerful hand coming down twice more on her already sore backside. Fire spread through Kelly’s rump from the rough handling, and she screamed again, this time from the pain, but she refused to give up. She heard plastic tearing and the next thing she knew Kyle was slipping a ball gag over her wildly shaking head.
Kelly clamped her teeth together in open defiance, but Kyle merely compressed her nose between his thumb and forefinger until she had to open her mouth to breathe. Seconds later, she had a rubber ball in her mouth and hard nylon straps being painfully yanked into place behind her head.
With her screams stifled and no longer able to swear, Kelly made some muffled “Pfft” sounds as she tried to spit the gag out, but to no avail. Then Jim said, “Got it,” as the bones of his knee continued to grind into the small of Kelly’s back.
When his firm hand shifted to press down between her shoulder blades, she feared what he intended next and tried her best to squirm free. But Jim, who was a professional at restraining men and women alike, subdued her frantic efforts with ridiculous ease. So, before she could even drag in a breath, her already burning butt received a heavy handed swat that resounded through the hall with a loud smack. Jerking her head up Kelly tried to scream with the pain, but the gag muted any sound she made.
“Go ahead and scream if you want, sub,” Jim growled. “It won’t change a thing.”
Then receiving another painful thwack from the paddle that descended mercilessly on her again, Kelly tried once again to scream only to find she couldn’t breathe. Her nose had clogged and she couldn’t drag enough air past the gag to fill her lungs.
Bending low so he was almost over her, Jim spoke directly into Kelly’s ear. “Stop fightin’ me, and I’ll stop the paddlin’.”
Unable to sob and catch her breath at the same time, Kelly knew she would have to submit or pass out. So, putting her head down on the floor, she surrendered. Jim set aside the paddle, then shifted his knee, easing up the pressure as he lightly stroked her hair and murmured, “Good girl.”
This simple show of gentleness was enough to make Kelly wail with unhappiness, but she still couldn’t breathe no matter how hard she gasped for air.
“Easy now,” Jim coaxed in a gentle, reassuring voice. “Don’t fight it so hard, Kelly. Try to relax and you’ll be able to breathe again.”
She made one more attempt to drag another breath through the gag, but she couldn’t do it and the tight burning in her lungs began to scare her. She could die this way. Seconds later, Jim bent over again, this time to loosen and remove the gag.
Still gasping for air she heard him warn in a cold voice, “Don’t start up with me again, Kellian Sarah. If you do, I guarantee you won’t like my response.”
Able to sob openly now, Kelly remained still, not daring to move another muscle beneath Jim’s firm control. What she’d thought would be a lovely surprise had turned into an absolute disaster she doubted she could ever recover from.
All Kelly heard for a moment was the rasp of her own sobbing, then Kyle said, “Why don’t we take Ms. Franklin into one of the interrogation rooms, so we can stop being the center of attention.”
Kelly didn’t care at all for the sound of that, but bit back her protest until Jim picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a lumpy sack of potatoes.
“Bring the bag, bud. I don’t think this is over, yet.”
Angry at Jim’s cavalier treatment of her, Kelly started to kick and struggle only to receive a disciplinary smack on her already fiery buttocks. Her back arched as she let out a healthy yelp of protest.
“Give me any more trouble, sub,” Jim warned in a low growl,” and I’ll bare your insolent ass and blister it proper, right here, in front of everyone.” When another sob escaped her, he added, “And you should know by now I’ll do it, too.”
Certain the day couldn’t possibly get any worse, Kelly allowed herself one small whimper before she resigned to being ignominiously draped over Jim’s shoulder while he carried her into an interrogation room.
* * * *
Still furious with her for embarrassing him in front of his colleagues, Jim put Kelly on her feet, then applied enough pressure to her shoulders to force her down to her knees. “Stay there!” he ordered. “And do not move an inch unless you
want
your bottom bared and paddled until it hurts too much for you to even scream.” He waited until she whipped her head around to glare at him, then bent toward her and added, “‘Cause let me tell you now, woman, that I am itchin’ to do that real bad.”
“I hate you!” Kelly spat back, but kept to the spot he’d placed her in.
Wondering how things could get so fucked up in such a short amount of time, Jim sat back in his seat and scowled at her, but made no effort to punish or scold her for her outburst. He was too angry at that moment to trust himself not to seriously hurt her.
“What happened?” Kyle asked, drawing Jim’s attention away from Kelly. “I know you intended to be firm with her, but what caused her to go off like that?”
Closing his eyes and letting out a controlled breath, Jim said, “Well, bud, it sorta happened like this. Kelly came into the station and, all sweet and polite-like, asked to see me. When I stepped out into Reception, she charged and leapt up to straddle her legs about my waist, then gave me kiss that would burn my papa’s whiskers. I was on the phone at the time, so I reacted without thinkin’ and firmly pushed her off me, expectin’ her to land on her feet. Instead, she dropped to floor on her butt faster than a bag of cement on mixin’ day. I felt real bad that happened, but was too riled up over the fact that she’d actually disobeyed me by comin’ here to even think about apologizin’.”
When Kelly’s glare morphed into a defiant glower, Jim raised a cautioning finger before her nose. “One more word outta you, darlin’, and the gag goes back on.”
He waited and watched as she grit her teeth in anger. He knew he’d hurt her feelings with his cavalier treatment, but that didn’t excuse her disobedience. He was going to have to take firm action with her now, and strangely enough he wasn’t looking forward to it. Normally, he had no compunctions about punishing a sub, and Kelly had it coming to her worse than any other sub he’d topped, but that meant he would have to lay into her in a way which could hurt her, and he really didn’t want to do that. He genuinely liked her, and this was a piss-poor way for them to start off together. She must have seen his anger as well as his regret, for she turned away from him and didn’t say another word.
Jim glanced back at Kyle who was watching them both with a concerned frown, for which Jim couldn’t blame him. If he’d been the one who’d had Kelly first, he would have been worried for her right now as well. Unfortunately, it was way too late for apologies or second thoughts.
“Anyway,” Jim continued a little more softly, “she was spread eagled with her ass on the floor when I bent over to tell her how little I thought of her actions. I made no offer to help her up, and didn’t intend to. Well, even though I sorta expected her to cry and beg my forgiveness, as she’s done before, I was fully prepared for her to throw one of her spectacular tantrums and yell some at me for bein’ a brute. What I didn’t expect or consider was that she might launch herself at me in rabid fury and begin screamin’ and hittin’ me like a demented banshee.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jim saw Kelly whip around and give him a challenging scowl, so he bent toward her and quietly asked if she wanted to say her safe word and call it quits between them. In a way, he thought cutting ties now would be better for both of them, but surprisingly she shook her head and started softly crying again as she looked away. Realizing her surrender meant she would prefer to submit to his punishment rather than break up with him, Jim straightened and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I guess she thought I’d be so delighted to see her that I’d dumb-plumb forget I’d ordered her not to show up here.”
Kelly glanced at him again, and he frowned at her, but her anger had already deserted her, so she had nothing left remaining but tears and regrets. “I only wanted to surprise you. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
Though he suspected that was her reason, her intentions, sweet as they might be, did not negate the fact she disobeyed him. “Did I give you permission to speak, sub?” he growled angrily.
“No, Sir,” she answered, then lowered her head in a show of submission.
This time Jim wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Keeping his arms crossed, he stared and waited. When she snuck a look back up at him, he could see her eyes widen as she realized what it was he expected from her.
“I apologize for speaking without permission, Sir,” Kelly whispered in a small tremulous voice.
Jim shook his head, unsure what he should do with her when he noted Kelly’s frightened expression. Relenting with a sigh and a nod, he added, “Nicely said. Apology accepted, sub.” When her eyes welled with tears again, he frowned down at her. “However, since you’ve already disobeyed me by speakin’ without permission, what is it about ‘if you come to my workplace, be prepared to spend the rest of the week unable to sit down’ that you did not understand, darlin’?” he asked, keeping his voice low
“I only wanted to see you. We already agreed to spend the weekend together, and I managed to get some extra time off thinking we could sneak away early. I never thought you’d get that mad at me,” she answered on a sob, as big unhappy tears rolled down her cheeks. “After last night, I assumed you enjoyed being with me,” she finished in a small uncertain voice.