Owner (Blood Brotherhood 2)

She’s keeping her distance, her eyes wary but also dancing with mischief. I knew she was trouble the moment I saw her. I find myself glad to see her a second time, pleased to lay eyes on her simply because she is pretty. I am also furious to see her because she is an absolute wretch.

There’s a case in her hand. A small tool box.

“What better place to store a hammer?” She smirks and lifts it up for me to see better. That flimsy plastic is all that stands between me and my relic. Unbelievable. She has taken the sacred and made it mundane. I hope, for a mad moment, that she has not damaged it. Then I remember that the hammer is not easy to harm. She is much softer than it, in every way.

“Let’s make this exchange,” Bryn says. “Put the hammer down and back away. We will put the envelope down and back away. Then we can both take what we came for. Fair?”

I wish he wasn’t here. I know he thinks he is helping, but this is beginning to feel a lot more like interference. I can handle one bad little girl by myself.

I watch her put the case down. Ten or so meters away, Bryn puts the envelope down. We both make a dash for our respective packages, and we are both swiftly disappointed.

“This a hammer from a hardware store,” I growl.

She tosses the contents of the envelope on the ground. “And this is Monopoly money. You priests are liars, aren’t you. Aren't there rules against that?”

“As I suspected,” Bryn chuckles. “We both came to cheat one another. No harm, no foul.”

He’s wrong. Plenty of harm and a lot of foul. I am done with diplomacy. I want my fucking hammer. And I want my bloody revenge. I grab the girl, picking her up off the ground with my hands fisted in her hoodie. I am going to hurt her. I am going to hear her scream. I want to see the terror in her eyes. I want to hear her beg for the mercy she absolutely does not deserve.

“Let me go,” she hisses against my nose. “Or you’ll never see your poxy trinket again.”

I don’t want to let her go. I want to rip these clothes off her and I want to whip her curvaceous little rear with anything and everything I can get my hands on.

“Thor…” Bryn reaches out and touches my shoulder. “Put her down.”

“Listen to your boss,” she says.

“He’s not my boss. He's my brother. I don’t answer to him. But after tonight, you’re absolutely going to answer to me.”

I might not have my hammer, but I will have her respect.

I carry her over to the bench near the inner wall and I throw her over my lap. She kicks and struggles, but her much shorter feminine frame is no match for my strength. I know Bryn doesn’t approve of what I’m doing. He’d say she’s not mine. I have no authority. I don’t care. She needs a good thrashing a lot more than she needs a thousand pounds.

“Let me go, you lying psycho!”

She’s screaming at the top of her lungs. But there’s nobody to hear her. Nobody besides us. She didn’t want to come because something like this might happen, and now it is happening.

Her jeans come down with one decent tug to the waistband. Her rear is full and generously shaped. Made to be thrashed, I think, but sadly bereft of all the punishments it should have received over the years.

She knows what is coming, because it is no more and no less than what I have promised her.

“Don’t! Don’t you fucking dare! If you touch me, then… OW!”

She squeals in such a satisfying way when my palm meets her cheeks. My big hand has an impressive span. I can’t reach across both at the same time, and that’s fine. I’ll spank her twice as long and twice as hard.

“I’m never going to give you the hammer now you’re doing this!”

“Yes. You are. I am going to make you so sore and so sorry you beg to bring my hammer back.”

“Get fucked, mate!”

Of course she’s refusing at this point. I’ve only just started. Spanking her is the most satisfying thing I have done in a very long time. I think I will spank her from now until sunrise, and maybe all the way through to lunch time. The way she feels over my lap is perfect. She has a nice weight and lovely curves. She may be a thief, a liar, and an arsonist, but she is quite physically pleasing.

Bryn is looking on with a dour expression, mostly aimed at me. I don't care if he approves or not. I’m doing this.

I start to spank her properly, just as I promised I would.