Under His Protection - Love Under Lockdown

“Fuck you, Shawn.”

“Fuck me? No, how about fuck you! You screw up my whole life and just walk away from me?! Huh?!” he shouted. “You don’t say ‘fuck you’ to me! How about I tell your parents what a whore you are?”

“How about I tell them what an abusive drunk you are?!” I said.

“Oh, I’m abusive, huh? You wanna see abusive?!”

He charged forward threateningly. I was sure he was going to hit me. I had pushed him over the edge, but I didn’t care. This was the true Shawn: a hurt, nasty little boy that couldn’t take responsibility for himself. I was prepared to take the hit when suddenly, out of nowhere, Mr. Lamb charged in.

He stomped up and just as Shawn saw him and turned, Julius punched him in the face. Shawn reeled, cursed, and said something threatening, but Mr. Lamb just punched him again and again until he went down.

“You lay a hand on her? Huh?! Why don’t you try and lay a hand on me, you piece of shit?!” he shouted. “You touch her again and I swear, I will break every bone in your body!”

“Fine,” Shawn said from the ground. “But, soon, everyone will know what a whore she is! I’m telling everyone!”

“She’s not a whore, she’s the love of my life,” Julius said.

I couldn’t believe my ears! While I had felt it in my heart, to actually hear him say the words and confirm it was amazing. Was Julius just playing the part to drive away Shawn, or did he really mean it. He got down on one knee.

“Dixie, my pet, marry me,” he said. “I promise, we’ll spend a lifetime making each other happy. I want the whole world to know about our love, even this pipsqueak. I’d do anything to be with you.”

“Oh, Julius! Yes! Yes, sir!” I said, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him. “Nothing could ever make me happier than this!”

Shawn got to his feet by leaning against a tree. Julius and I were very wary of him. He had come a long way to get rejected, and I was worried that he’d do something even more crazy.

“You two are pathetic!” he said.

“Get out of here, Shawn!” I said.

“Yeah, get out. If you come back here again, I’ll call the cops,” said Julius. “Or worse, I might just finish what I started.”

“You got lucky when you sucker punched me, old man!” said Shawn. “I guess I’ll just be on my way, then. I’ve got to call Dixie’s parents to tell them what I’ve seen.”

“God, Shawn,” I said, completely disgusted with him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?!” he shouted. “This guy’s almost twice your age!”

“It’s none of your business,” Julius said. “Now, get going.”

We watched Shawn limp the way he came. He exited the woods on a different path. At a distance, we saw him get into his car and quickly drive away. I was a little worried he might drive onto the grass and try to run us down, so we took a different path in the woods back to the house.

“It’s going to be okay,” said Mr. Lamb. “Guys like him… He’ll go drinking and, after he kills enough brain cells, he’ll forget. Probably hasn’t learned a thing, though. He’ll probably find some other poor girl to bamboozle into dating.”

“Is that how you see me?”

“Oh, no, pet,” Julius said, correcting himself. “I didn’t mean it that way. You’re young. Young people make mistakes.”

I playfully grabbed his behind. The mood was becoming light again. I was, quite frankly, greatly aroused by Julius fighting for me. What more could a girl ask for than a man charging to the rescue and taking out her ex?

“You know, I think we need some more rules about going for walks,” said Julius. “After a certain time, you should probably check in if you’re going to be late.”

“Yes, sir. Sounds very sensible.”

“And, if you don’t, then I know you’re in trouble.”

“Thanks so much for protecting me,” I said, gripping his hand. “No one has ever been so good to me before.”

“I’ll always protect you, Dixie,” he said. “As for thanking me, you can thank me back at the house if you’re up for it.”

I adjusted my shorts. I could feel the butt plug back there. I was getting used to it. “The plug has done it’s work,” I said. “Time to put something else up there, I think.”

“Tsk, tsk, such naughty language, young lady,” Julius said. “Perhaps a small punishment might be in order.”

“What kind?”

“Some spanking, perhaps.”

“Mm, yes,” I said.

“I’ll have to see if I have some candles,” he said. “Have you ever experienced hot wax dripping on your bare skin?”

“No, sir,” I said. “Can’t say that I have.”

“Well, then, I think you’re in for quite a treat tonight, Dixie,” he said. “It’ll be a long, drawn-out treat with many sensations.”