by Allysa Hart
I wanted that too. More than ever, I wanted to bring the sea witch down once and for all so that Arianna could have the life she deserved, and restore the village of Venus to its previous glory. I wanted it so badly that it consumed my dreams and waking thoughts. I could taste it, but I couldn’t figure out how to achieve it. Until I could, the world outside our little cottage was just not safe for Ariana, a fact that was becoming more of a source of contention between us every day.
I sighed as I finished plating the veggie omelette I had made us for breakfast.
“Ariana, come eat!”
She sauntered into the kitchen with a determined look on her face, and I bit my tongue to keep from groaning. She was going to ask again. I could see it on her face. Poor little princess had no idea how much I ached to say yes, but her safety was my first priority.
We both took our seats at the table, and picked up our forks. When she opened her mouth, I steeled myself, and prepared to deny her yet again.
“Grayson?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
“Yes, little princess?”
“Will you take me out on your boat?”
The question was different this time. I forked a bite of egg and veggies into my mouth and chewed slowly, considering.
I went out on my boat every other day with no problems, but I wasn’t with Ariana. The last time I had been on a boat with Ari, her parents had died, I had turned into a mute ogre, and she had been brainwashed and abused. Not a situation I wanted to replicate, but beyond that, the sea witch left me alone. I was not a threat to her, but Ari was. Sea witches controlled the sea, making putting Ari on the water a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
“No.”
“Why not?” Ariana questioned, looking up in surprise. She had clearly expected that this was an entirely different question than asking to go into town, and would, therefore, have a different outcome. She was wrong.
“Because I said no,” I answered stubbornly, unwilling to ruin our breakfast by mentioning the sea witch.
“But—”
“Ariana, I said no. Drop it.”
She opened her mouth to argue her case, but the hard lines on my face stopped her. Good.
“God, Grayson, you’re such a worry wart!” she cried, pushing her breakfast plate away and grabbing her tablet before stomping down the hall to her room.
I heaved a sigh, and took another bite of my eggs. They had lost their flavor. I hated fighting with Ariana, but her stubbornness and mine made it nearly a daily thing. Sometimes I eventually relented for the sake of getting to enjoy another day with her, but this time, she could just be angry. This was too important.
My heart pounded in my chest as I lay in bed covered to my chin. I was fully clothed down to my shoes having gone to bed that way. If Grayson had come in to check on me last night, he would have never known, but he didn’t come into my room to check on me as much as he did when I first got there.
As the world outside the window began to brighten and the first hints of morning light peeked through the blinds, I looked at the clock. It was 4:00 a.m. It was now or never. I climbed out of bed and tiptoed to my closed door. Pressing my ear against the wood, I could hear Grayson’s thunderous snore. I counted ten long even breaths before I opened the door as quietly as possible. Even asleep, his huge ears didn’t miss much, and I knew from experience that any creak of the floor would wake him up. I barely breathed as I slipped into the kitchen, grabbed the boat keys out of the cabinet and slunk out the back door.
Once outside I took a deep breath, but I wouldn’t fully relax until I was in the boat and out on the water. I had asked multiple times for Grayson to take me out, but the infuriating man was too damn protective for his own good. He didn’t let me leave the property at all, and I was going crazy. This was my chance to show him that I wasn’t the delicate, weak little creature he viewed me as.
It was a short walk to the dock, and I was thankful there was only one boat because other than having been told it was a newer speedboat, and not the one that had wrecked two years ago, I had no clue what it looked like, and I didn’t want to waste time trying the key in different boats. I needed to get far away from the dock just in case he came after me. I was taking a ride whether he liked it or not. My ass tingled at the thought of possible consequences, but this was the only way to make my point.
I pulled off the cover halfway, jumped in and found where to put the key. I had looked up videos on how to drive a boat on Grayson’s laptop. It seemed easy enough. I lowered the outboard motor into the water and turned the key. The boat shook to life beneath me, and the engine hummed. I smiled at my own ingenuity as I untied the lines that kept the boat moored to the dock, then jumped back into the captain's chair and steadily pressed down the throttle. The boat backed slowly away from the landing. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I giggled to myself, as the spray of ocean water flew up under the boat, hitting me in the face. This was going to be so fun. I would worry about the consequences later. Those would be fun too.
I kept the shoreline in my sights, and after an hour or so of driving in big circles, I headed home. The outing had been fun, but sort of anti-climactic at the same time. Going on the boat without Grayson had not been as fun as going with him would be, and neither of those were a suitable replacement for getting to go into town and being among people and civilization. Still, I had made my point, and being over Grayson’s knee to pay for it would be no real hardship. Especially if it meant I got to be under him afterward.
As the dock came into view, so did the ogre standing on it. And he looked pissed. Beyond pissed. My blasé attitude of a moment ago disappeared as my stomach sank to my toes. Shit. I shrank into the seat, keeping my eyes barely high enough to see where I was going, but as I got closer, I could clearly see the anger radiating from him. I lifted my hand and gave a tiny wave, trying to get some kind of softened reaction from him, but he stood stone still, the look on his face announcing to all who cared to look that he was highly unamused. A lump formed in my throat and my stomach tightened. The nearer I got to him, the more I regretted my shenanigans. In a moment of pure insanity, I shut off the boat. I was only a few yards away from the dock, but I didn’t want to get any closer. I wanted to talk to him first and maybe gauge exactly how long it was going to be until I was able to sit comfortably again.
“Ariana Margaret McGregor. Turn that boat back on and get your little tail over here now,” he growled through clenched teeth.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to; you look mad.”
“I’m not mad, little girl. I’m livid, and once I get my hands on you, you are going to have a clear understanding of exactly what the differences between those two words are.”
“I told you I wanted to go on the boat,” I pouted.
“And I told you no.”
“But I did it and I’m fine, see?” I put my arms out to show him that no harm had come from the joy ride. Just as I did, the day darkened and the sky filled with clouds. I grabbed the tiller as the sea swelled up beneath me, and I watched Grayson leap off the dock and swim towards me, reaching me in four giant strokes. He jumped into the boat, and threw one hand on the tiller to steer and one hand around my waist, gripping me to him as he hung on for dear life. The waves continued to swell, and thunder cracked the sky. Grayson navigated us quickly to the shore, and anchored the boat, lifting me onto the dock with one large arm.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was a storm coming,” I offered by way of explanation. Just as I said it, the clouds parted again, giving way to bright blue skies, and the sea settled into soft waves.
“That’s not the point,” Grayson thundered, joining me on the dock. “I said no, repeatedly, for a reason. The sea witch controls the sea, Ariana. I would have loved to take you out on the water with me, but I knew without a doubt in my mind that doing so would be putting you in danger. You’re lucky she just seemed to want to scare you today, and not cause you any actual harm.”
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��m sorry. I didn’t know. You didn’t tell me any of that. You just said no. I thought you were just being controlling and stubborn.”
Grayson was still roaring. Nothing I said seemed to calm his anger. I had really stepped in it this time. What I had intended as a harmless prank and a small taste of freedom, had blown up into something huge.
“I didn’t tell you that, because I hate mentioning her to you. I never know how you’ll react, but more often than not you seem to take her evilness, and internalize it, blaming yourself. But, Ariana, none of that is the point. I didn’t owe you an explanation. I gave you an answer. I told you no. You disregarded that and took it upon yourself to steal my boat. A boat you have never driven, mind you. Without so much as leaving me a note. I wouldn’t have known where you were had I not seen the open cupboard and missing key. Did you bother to even check how much gas you had? You could have been… No, I am not doing this here. We can continue this conversation when I have you over my knee showing you exactly what happens to little girls who put their lives in danger by blatantly disobeying. Come on, let’s go home.”
I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. I was digging a hole that I would never be able to climb out of, and I couldn’t even believe how ridiculously stubborn I was being. All my self-preservation skills had apparently gone out the window, or jumped over the side of the boat and swam out to sea the minute I realized he was actually angry. “I don’t wanna go over your knee.”
“Come here.” Grayson was already off the dock standing at the edge of his yard. He pointed to a spot in front of him, but I didn’t follow. I knew I was being stupid. He outweighed me by over 200 pounds. If he wanted me over his knee, he could just pick me up and put me there. But he wasn’t, so I held my ground.
“Promise you won’t put me over your knee.”
“Not a chance, Princess,” he growled
“Then I’m not coming.”
“You’ll have to eat eventually. What about your bathroom needs?”
It was as if he had a direct line to my brain because all of a sudden I felt the urge to pee, and I shifted back and forth from foot to foot.
“Okay, I’ll come home, but promise you won’t put me over your knee!” I begged. “Please, Grayson. I’m sorry. I understand now, and I promise I’ll never do anything like that again. ”
He looked up at the sky. Was he remembering the storm? Searching for answers in the clouds? Praying for patience? I didn’t know, but I knew I needed a bathroom immediately.
He gave an exasperated sigh. “Fine. I promise I will not put you over my knee.”
“Really?” I couldn’t believe I had won, and I was definitely ignoring that pang of disappointment deep in my heart.
“Yes, really. Now, come here.””
Oh my sweet, naive little princess, I thought as I waited for her to climb off the dock and set foot on the edge of the property line. Once she did, I offered my hand, and she took it without hesitation, but as soon as her feet were safely planted on the grass, I twirled her around and landed three solid swats to her disobedient little ass.
Waking to find her gone was my worst nightmare. She never was out of bed before me and after a quick search of the cottage and the garden proved fruitless, I had barely managed to hold the panic at bay. Beyond the obvious, I had many reasons for not wanting her to go into town. The witch had signs all over with Ariana’s photo on them. She was marked as a traitor to the beloved Queen Lamia of Venus and I didn’t know how the townspeople would react to her. I had torn down all the signs within eyesight of the cottage to shield Ari from the attack, but it was getting harder and harder to get the little brat to accept the word ‘No’.
Finding the boat keys missing had almost been a relief to the alternative, until I remembered I had good reasons for not taking her on the boat also. I had sprinted to the dock, feeling as though I could not breathe until I spotted my boat on the horizon. And my stubborn little princess had known she was in for it the minute she saw me standing there. When she had turned off the boat, I had thought of nothing but spanking her within an inch of her life the minute I got my hands on her. When the sky darkened, and the waves swelled up beneath her, her fate had been sealed.
“Ow, ow! Grayson stop! You promised you wouldn’t spank me!”
“I did nothing of the sort. I promised I was not going to put you over my knee, and I’m not. I have something much more sinister planned for your naughty little butt.”
Before she could argue, I dropped her hand and grabbed ahold of her ear. Her hands grasped my wrist and she went up onto her toes, no doubt trying to lessen the pressure, but I was determined to make the walk back as uncomfortable as possible.
“Let gooo,” she howled as I marched her all the way to the garden gate, landing three more swats before opening the latch and forcing her inside. I watched with satisfaction as she rubbed her ear, an endearing pout on her face.
“You’re a big fat liar,” she grumbled.
“And you are a disobedient little brat who put herself in serious danger. Who do you think is going to win this argument?”
I snagged a branch from one of the birch trees and pulled my knife out of my pocket to strip off the buds, creating a nice smooth switch. Ari watched in silent fascination as I swished it through the air.
“See, if you wouldn’t have been so naughty, we could have had a nice comfy chat inside with you over my knee where you belong, but instead you are going to bend over and put your hands flat on the bench, and I am going to make my displeasure known via this lithe switch.”
She shook her head vigorously, one hand flying behind her to cover her butt while the other pointed to the implement in my hand. “You can’t spank me out here, with that!” she shrieked.
“I can and I will,” I snapped and pointed to the bench. “Obey.”
I watched the war on her face. She wanted to argue, but she needed to submit. It was the same song and dance I had seen many times before, and I knew exactly the moment her decision was made. Her shoulders fell and her gaze dropped to the ground, but she did not move. She had entered the bargaining phase.
“Do you have to use that? How bout if I take my promise back and we just do your knee?” she begged as she slowly shuffled to the bench.
“How about you say, ‘Yes, Ogre Daddy,’ like a good little girl, bend over, flip up your dress, and take the switching you have coming?”
As soon as she turned away from me, bent over and placed her hands on the bench, I smiled. It was so cute how she tried to fight her own need to submit. Lucky for her, I knew better. Or maybe she wasn’t so lucky. She hadn’t obeyed all of my instructions. Unwilling to continue the control tug of war, I stepped up to her, folded her dress up over her bottom and across her back and grabbed the hem of her panties and yanked them up hard, eliciting a whimper as the fabric wedged itself into the crease of her ass.
“Ten little girl, count them out.”
I wasted no time laying down all ten stripes, only pausing long enough between each one for her to screech out the count. I was impressed with her ability to stay in place and after the last slash of the supple switch, I stood back to observe the fruit of my labor. Ten perfectly parallel stripes lay across her flesh, from the top of the crack of her ass down to the crease where bottom met thigh. I hadn’t used a switch in years, and I was quite impressed with my handiwork. Ariana was less so. Her bottom jiggled as she stomped her feet in a futile attempt to lessen the sting. I couldn’t help but notice that her panties were saturated with the juices of her arousal. My cock pressed hard against the front of my pants, straining against its only barrier.
Ariana’s backside swayed back and forth, the stomping ceased and the whimpers changed from those of distress to ones of need. Growling, I yanked down her panties and fell to my knees behind her. She moaned and her legs widened of their own accord as I took my fill of her sweet cream. Thrusting my tongue in and out of her channel, I mimicked what I would be doing with my cock as soon as I
made sure she was nice and ready to receive it.
Her moans deepened and her body tensed with her imminent release. I pulled back admiring her dripping slit framed by the marks of the switch.
“Please,” she whispered. It did things to me when she begged like that, and I leaned in and sunk my teeth into her ass, making her scream.
“Patience, little princess. Naughty girls get only what Daddy wants to give and nothing more.”
Her frustrated whine made me smile. As much as I wanted to make her wait, I needed my own release. Standing, I freed myself from my pants and plunged into her without warning. I knew it was still hard for her to accept my girth, but the pain of it seemed to turn her on further, and as she cried out, I felt her pussy flood. I took her hard, leaving no doubt that this was part of her punishment. Her body quivered on the brink of falling apart.
“You are not allowed to come,” I forced through gritted teeth, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
“I can’t… I need… please, Daddy.”
“Don’t. You. Dare,” I warned.
Ari clenched her fists and cried out her need, but this was for me, not her. “Maybe I’ll let you come later, if you can manage to behave for more than five minutes.”
I roared out my release, holding her tight against me as I filled her with my semen.
“Good girl,” I praised as I caught my breath and pulled out. “Now go clean up while I make us some breakfast.”
“But…” Her look of disbelief was priceless, and I leaned down for a quick kiss.
“But nothing. Learn to obey and maybe I won’t have to find new ways to punish you.”
I sent her toward the house with a hard smack and she squealed before hurrying away.
I ran to the bathroom to get away from the infuriating ogre before I punched him in the nose. My entire lower half ached and my pussy pulsed with need. I wanted to scream. A shower, that's what I needed. If he wasn’t going to give me pleasure, I would give it to myself. That would show him. “Damn pain in the ass ogre,” I fumed and then giggled when my ass throbbed. He was literally a pain in my ass. Him and that god-awful switch.