by Loki Renard
“What was that for!?”
“You know what that was for,” he laughed. “That’s a taste of things to come.”
“But I’m injured! You can’t spank an injured girl… ow!”
His palm landed on her butt again, proving that he could, in fact, spank an injured girl. Truth was, without weight on it, her ankle hardly hurt at all. Paul had bandaged it up nice and tight and she was now pretty sure it was just a little twist that would probably feel better in a matter of hours. He wasn’t taking any risks with it—or her—though.
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t spank me the whole way there.”
“You deserve to be spanked from here to the North Pole,” Paul growled beneath her. The next slap that landed on her bottom was a lot lighter though.
“The North Pole? Is that where your next movie will be set? A daring escape from a tribe of killer penguins?”
She couldn’t help but tease him. For a moment she was sure she was about to get her butt blasted with slaps, but then he laughed.
“Killer penguins?”
“Yeah.” She grinned at the passing ground. “Penguins who know something you don’t.”
He let out another chuckle. “Being cute won’t save you from the punishment you’ve earned yourself,” he informed her, putting out the little spark of hope she’d privately held when he’d started laughing. Damn. Sometimes it was like being with a mind reader, the way he handled her.
He did stop spanking her though, and she ended up relaxing into the ride, noticing how amazing the things his body could do really were—and the things his mind could do, come to that. He seemed to run on pure muscle and determination. She was being swept along with him, her display of disobedience and temper seeming sillier than ever before as she felt the power of the man she had spent the last few minutes deliberately agitating carrying her over rough terrain.
To her great surprise, they seemed to be making even better time with Paul carrying her than they had when she had been walking on her own two feet. The miles flew by and before she knew it, they had reached an actual cabin. Well, a shack really, but it was a real structure, with walls and a roof.
It even had a chemical toilet and a real shower running from a tank on the roof, though she knew that the water would more than likely be cold. The production crew had made it a bit homey with a mattress and blankets, as well as an insulated carrier that contained two hot meals wrapped in foil.
Though they had only been out in the wilds for a week or so, Chloe could feel her expectations starting to adjust. Or maybe it was the fact her ass had been spanked long and hard for turning her nose up at shelter and food. Either way, she was pretty happy to be inside the creaky old structure.
“Let’s eat first,” he said, settling her on the bed. “We could both do with it.”
Chloe could not have agreed more. Her stomach was growling with anticipation as Paul handed her a plate. She pulled the foil off to find a roast chicken meal underneath, complete with gravy. The chicken was dark meat, not breast, the potatoes were a fake mash, the gravy was thick and clumpy, and the vegetables were obviously out of a can—and it was one of the most delicious meals she’d ever eaten.
“But wait,” he quipped. “There’s more.”
“More?”
She heard a beer being opened and a moment later, he handed her a cold bottle of lager. Chloe didn’t like beer, but in that moment it was the sweetest thing she’d put to her lips in what felt like forever.
“Oh my god,” she said. “This is better than sex.”
“Is that right,” Paul snorted.
“Well, no,” she said. “But you know what I mean.”
Her mood, which had been so low earlier in the day, was elevated on the tide of calories and alcohol flowing into her body. She’d never really noticed the difference food made before. It used to be something she nibbled on distractedly between takes, or pushed around her plate. Now it was important, vital to sustaining her energy through the long days on the trail.
“I feel so much better,” she said as she polished off the last dregs of her beer. “I mean, I feel like a whole new person. I don’t know who that woman was out there today.”
“Nice try,” Paul said, gathering the plates and empty bottles. “You’re not getting off that lightly.”
“But I was hurt,” she whined as he crouched down in front of her and removed her boot and bandage to inspect her ankle.
“That’s no excuse,” he said, running his long, strong fingers over her lower leg. “It’s a little bruised, but I don’t think it’s all that bad. How does it feel to you? Can you move it?”
Chloe slowly turned her ankle this way and that. It was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t that bad. “I think it’s okay,” she said. “It just hurt at the time.”
“Good,” he nodded. “That means I don’t need to call in an evacuation—and I can do this…”
“Wha…”
Chloe didn’t get to ask what ‘this’ was, because he’d already flipped her over onto her stomach and was pulling her leggings and underwear off her in one long motion. It took him less than a minute to strip her entirely naked, after which he let her scramble back up into a sitting position.
“What are you doing?”
He was standing over her, his bright green eyes locked on her as she squirmed in her nude state.
“I want you to turn over on your knees,” he said in calm, commanding tones, “and I want you to put your hands back to your bottom and spread your cheeks.”
“Wha… why?” His orders, in both tone and content, made her stomach fizz with the kind of excitement that had punctuated their relationship from the beginning.
“I want you to present your bottom to me,” he said. “I am going to use it as I see fit.”
Reluctantly, Chloe obeyed. His words sent tremors of excitement rushing through her. As much as he made her blush, she loved it when he spoke with such possessive tones. It made her feel small and naughty, but also quite safe. That did not make reaching back and actually spreading her bottom cheeks for him any easier.
“Good girl,” he praised as she slowly did as she was told, feeling the breeze blowing lightly against her mound and anus.
He was moving around behind her with some kind of intent. She heard a cap opening and then a moment later felt the unmistakable sensation of cool lubricant being spread on her bottom hole.
“This isn’t fair,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you were going to do this!”
“I warned you,” he said. “I told you plenty of times.”
“I thought you were talking about a spanking or something.”
“I didn’t say that,” he said. “Besides, whipping your butt when you have a sore ankle doesn’t seem fair. This is much more fair.”
He was working his fingers inside her bottom, stretching her wider than before. Chloe felt her face flushing with so much heat she was sure she must be bright as a Christmas bauble. She tried to squirm free, but it was a half-hearted attempt easily thwarted by the iron grip he had at the back of her neck, keeping her on her hands and knees as he penetrated her rear.
“What are you going to do?” She whined the question. “I mean… I don’t need an enema…”
“No,” he agreed. “You don’t. Which is good because something a lot larger than the enema nozzle is going to find its way in here…”
She could hear the smile and the arousal in his voice as he slicked her bottom with his fingers, applying ample lube until three of his digits were pressing in and out of her anus with a swift motion that made her clit tingle with excitement.
This was absolutely not the punishment she had anticipated, but it was effective. Not because it was painful, but because more than ever she felt how he could control the desires of her body. He was dominant not because he demanded obedience, but because he could draw it from her even when she was at her most rebellious.
Chloe could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, bu
t he showed no interest in her swelling lips, or the natural juices that flowed between them as her body prepared itself for a more traditional penetration. He wanted her ass, and he was about to take it.
She let out a little moaning gasp as he pulled his fingers away and then pressed the head of his cock against her bottom hole. The lube had done its job and his hot, hard length slid into the tight ring of muscle, his girth stretching her open all the more.
Chloe had never felt so small and so naughty while being fucked. This was a discipline session, though not one that hurt. It wasn’t comfortable having her bottom taken this way, but the real punishment was the way it made her feel emotionally, knowing that she was being punished by a man who would use every part of her as he saw fit to get the result he wanted. If she disobeyed him, if she was rude, if she stepped out of line, then she would find herself with her bottom spanked, her mouth soaped, her anus wrapped around his cock.
As much as it made her face blush bright red, and every part of her body tremble with excited embarrassment, she knew that she would never have gotten into the trouble that had started this whole thing if Paul had been around keeping her in line from the beginning.
“Ouchie!” She let out a little gasp as he slid all the way into her bottom, taking her fully so that her cheeks were pressed against his hard lower abs. Her ass clenched around him, holding his cock tight as he pulled back in a long, slow stroke that made her bottom struggle against his exit almost more than it had his intrusion.
* * *
Chloe deserved this, which made it all the more satisfying for Paul to slide his thick cock deep inside her tight little ass. Her whimpers and moans were mingled to the point that it was difficult to tell if it was uncomfortable or pleasurable. He was fairly certain that it was both.
Her ass was tight around him, the lube easing his passage, but in no way making it easy. She was still too tense for that, fighting him even in her submission.
“Relax,” he said, tapping her bottom sharply.
She let out a little gasp and her anus tightened around his cock. So much for that. She was almost instinctively disobedient. The only way to get her to actually relax was to keep his hips still in spite of the fact he wanted nothing more than to drive deep into her tight, buttery depths and let her body do what her mind wouldn’t.
His hand was still clamped at the back of her neck, keeping her in place. That didn’t stop the little gyrations of her hips though, the slow circle that she would have denied if he had pointed it out.
“You try to relax when someone is doing this to you,” she said with a faux growl that didn’t quite cover the moan she couldn’t help.
Paul loved her rebellious streak. It gave him reign and reason to do things with her that he had not been able to do with other, more compliant partners. Being totally honest with himself, there was some visceral excitement in bringing this beautiful woman under control that would not have been there if she behaved herself. That was something he would not likely admit, any more than she would admit that she liked being brought to heel.
“It makes it less comfortable for you if you stay tense,” he warned her as his cock sank deeper still inside her clenching bottom.
Whether it was due to his words, or the natural response of her body, she did start to relax, and as she did he began to move inside her with fluid motions of his cock that increased in speed and force until he was taking her bottom almost as easily as he took her pussy, which was dripping arousal down her thighs. He could smell her desire, and it occurred to him that taking her bottom was not really a punishment where Chloe was concerned. She was too amenable to discipline, too keen for anything that made her feel naughty and punished.
Paul began to thrust harder and harder, giving her what she needed and what he wanted. Her bottom was hot around his cock, the muscle of her anus gripping him in a way that made his cum roil in his balls as he fucked her with increasing roughness, taking his lust out on her bottom as he came closer and closer to a very selfish climax. This was not about her pleasure, and he definitely did not want her to come.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled down at her as he felt her begin to shiver around him. “You will not come until I say you can.”
“But…”
“No buts!” He clamped his hands on her hips and fucked her hard until he came inside her with a gruff cry of release, his cum soaking her insides as he held himself deep inside her bottom, filling her to the brim before pulling out and leaving the little dark hole still open a little, the white of his seed visible inside her winking anus.
“Paul…” She moaned his name, her hips dancing back and forth, waving her freshly fucked bottom and her soaking wet pussy in a dance of desire that spoke to her need for orgasm. “Please…”
Without a word, Paul flipped her over onto her stomach and slid down her body until his face was between her thighs. He pressed a tender kiss to her mound and Chloe let out a hiss of desire.
“Yes… Paul…”
He smiled up at her. He loved her like this, naked, writhing, begging for release. But he was not going to give it. Not yet.
* * *
“We need to talk,” he said, holding her squirming hips in place. Chloe wanted to come so badly, his seed was leaking slowly from her bottom and her clit was straining for the touch of his tongue, but he was not going to let her climax yet.
“You’re torturing me,” she whined.
“This is not torture,” he said. “I think you’re paying attention now. Are you?”
“Yes!” She was paying attention with every fiber of her being.
“Good. Listen to me,” he said, holding her locked in place. “I like you a lot, Chloe. I don’t want this ordeal to be the end of us. I hope it’s the beginning.”
She stopped wriggling as he spoke with an earnest forthright attitude that didn’t leave anything to the imagination. It felt as though they’d been avoiding this conversation since their loins first met.
“If it is the beginning, you’re going to have all this and more to contend with,” he said. “I told you on our first or second day out here, when you’re with me, there’s going to be discipline. With the way you behave, your butt is going to be spanked more often than not. Every part of you will be mine. Every. Part. You understand?”
Her hips wanted to buck her clit up toward his mouth, but she was incapable of moving any more than a fraction of an inch. She let out a little whimper of assent. Of course she wanted this. She had never felt so alive, so filled with love and desperation and a yearning that touched every part of her.
“Is that what you want, Chloe? Do you want to be mine?”
“Yesssss…”
The word was drawn from her in a long, low moan. She wanted to be his. She wanted him to have her, take her, make her his. Every part of her was consumed with desire, her aching bottom, her pulsing clit, her heart pounding with emotional and erotic excitement.
Paul’s mouth descended on her mound, his lips fastening around her clit, suckling lightly at the little bud. The wet heat of his tongue strumming the underside of her clit sent her over the edge, spiraling into an ecstasy that transported her from one world into another…
Chapter Nine
In the dark of the theater…
Explosions rocked the ground beneath the feet of the hero and heroine as they burst forth from the cover they’d taken and made a last dash run for safety. The beautiful young woman’s chest rose and fell, nipples hard underneath the soiled white tank top she’d been wearing for weeks, moving in cinematic slowness as the camera zoomed in on her upper body, her face and breasts captured perfectly in frame.
She and Paul ran full tilt, breath ragged, hearts racing as behind them two trucks full of soldiers were gaining over the rocky ground. The only thing stopping them from being caught was the terrain that did not allow the vehicles to get as much speed as they would like. One had already tried to overtake them, and had ended up ripping the chassis open and beaching it
self on a rock in the distance.
“Take ‘em alive!”
The orders were being shouted over their heads, as together the hunted lovers made their last dash toward freedom—the border wall that was open to accept them, but was still a mile away, and with the enemies closing in on them it seemed that all was lost. Paul could easily have outpaced Chloe and pulled away from her, reaching safety for himself, but he stayed by her side, matching her pace for pace, urging her on harder and harder.
Her lungs were burning, there was dust kicking up into her face, her eyes were watering from the effort and the fear of captivity, and yet her legs continued to scissor over the ground, her body taking strength from Paul as he urged her to safety at all cost.
“Leave me!” she cried out. “I’m not fast enough!”
“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he shouted back over the sound of the chaos following them. “I’ll happily go to hell if it means going with you.”
The camera cut back to the pursuers who seemed to be mere feet away from the fleeing couple. The border was too far to be reached on foot. There was no hope… no chance of rescue. Their capture was imminent and yet they ran on regardless, never giving up on freedom.
The speakers began to play the unmistakable throbbing sound of chopper blades. A second later, as if out of the blue, a formation of three helicopters rose from behind the border wall and came zipping toward the rebels chasing the hero and his lover.
In seconds, the rebels put the brakes on and threw their vehicles into reverse, making desperate U-turns to escape the wrath of the Apaches hunting them down.
The hero and heroine collapsed on the ground, Paul on his back, Chloe atop him as he pulled her down for a kiss that made some of the rowdier audience members in the theater wolf-whistle as the camera drew close, capturing the hunger of their desire, the passion of their relief as the chemistry between them sizzled from the screen, searing its way into the hearts of the audience.