Owner (Blood Brotherhood 2)

Her skin is perfect under my hand, soft and warm and yielding to each of the punishing slaps I land. I am entirely focused on one task now, making her sorry.

Anita

This really fucking hurts. My ass is absolutely burning and swollen and like he promised, sore. There’s no way I’m giving his fucking hammer back now.

He’s spanked me at least a dozen times. Every time his hand lands it feels more like leather being dashed across my ass with a great and powerful weight behind it. The pain isn't the worst part, though. It's being held like this. Treated like this. I’m not fond of consequences at the best of times, and this is so fucking humiliating I can hardly stand it.

He pauses for a blessed moment to ask a stupid fucking question.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“The price is a hundred thousand pounds. No. A million pounds. No. Ten million pounds! Ten fucking million pounds, that’s what it is going to take for you to get a piece of the hammer back. One little piece. Because that’s what I’m going to fucking do, mate. I’m going to run that fucking thing through a bandsaw, and then I’m going to melt the head down, and…”

“I guess we’re not done,” he growls.

He doesn't know who he is trying to hurt. I’ve had the shit kicked out of me more times than I can count. He starts spanking me again. My screams of outrage are starting to become screams of aching pain. He’s too fucking big to resist. He’s a huge, vengeful monster, and I don’t know that I’m going to survive this.

“Enough. ENOUGH!” Bryn intervenes. “She’s not giving in. And she’s not going to. Punishment doesn’t work because it hurts. It works because the person receiving it wants the approval and the forgiveness of the punisher. She doesn’t know you, doesn’t like you, and doesn't care about you. You can beat her into submission, but I don’t think you want to do that. That gets nasty. And messy. And usually bloody.”

“Everything he said,” I agree. “Especially the part about not liking you.”

Thor’s got to listen to me now.

“Get me a switch,” he says to Bryn.

“I’m not getting you anything, except perhaps a lawyer,” Bryn sighs.

Thor growls and picks me up again. He hauls me about without effort, showing me just how fucked I am. I can never risk letting him get his massive hands on me again, that much is for absolute certain.

“Make him let me go!” I appeal to Bryn. “I’m going to have this whole fucking place shut down, I am. I’m going to make you all regret the day you met me.”

Thor reaches a birch tree, pulls off a thin, whippy branch and starts in on me with that, lifting his foot up on a rock and holding me over his muscular thigh. This guy is an absolute unit, so much larger than me, monstrously cruel.

Yes, tormenting him was probably a bad idea. A very bad idea. Should have sent him a note. That would have riled him up less. It was fun while it lasted. Like most things that are fun while they last, it’s not at all fun now.

I soon learn that the switch is a different kind of torment. “Ow! Ow! Fucking! Ow!” Every time it lands, I curse and gasp. He’s painting my tender, swollen cheeks with thin lines of pure pain. He’s taken my dignity. He’s made me feel like an urchin in the grip of a furious lord.

“You’re lucky this is all that is happening to you,” Thor growls. “You deserve to be thrashed every day of your disobedient life until you learn basic respect for others and their property, you insolent little thief.”

I am feeling that heat again. The heat I’m not supposed to be feeling. It's more like arousal, and it's coming from the inferno in my ass, and the feeling I get low in my belly when he lectures me. It’s fucking hot.

“Unless you intend on making her bleed, it’s time to let her go." Bryn attempts to intercede again, but this time instead of feeling appreciative of his interference, I just want him to fuck off. This is between me and the big blond bloke.

“I don’t want to let her go,” Thor says. I feel him snug me a little closer, reflexively. I melt, hearing him say that. Of course I want to escape my punishment, but it is nice being held. God, I am pathetic, aren’t I.

“You can’t carry her around forever,” Bryn says practically. “And the second you let her go, she’s going to run. Straight to the nearest police station, I imagine.”

“I’m not a snitch. I’m just going to keep your fucking hammer. I’ll send you little slivers…. OW!”

I scream as that infernal branch makes fresh, harsh contact with my ass.