Chapter 24 #2
As soon as I spat out the words, a lump formed in my throat. My hands started sweating, and my heart pounded like thunder. I couldn’t swallow because I knew I had gone too far. I wanted to retract everything I said, but it was too late.
I could see the storm brewing on his face.
His nostrils flared and his face contorted in anger before he reached over, picked me up, and laid me across his lap.
I shrieked, kicking my legs, but he wrapped one arm around my waist, pinning me.
I couldn’t move. No matter how much I tried to twist and fight, I wasn't getting off his lap.
I couldn’t believe he would go as far as disciplining me in front of another person. I was mortified. My legs struck out at him again, but I stopped as soon as he slapped the shit out of both of my thighs. I saw stars. I felt the burning sting immediately, reminding me I had pushed him too far.
I should have known better. He could be charming and accommodating, but only if I were a good, obedient little prisoner and did as I was told.
I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, but I would not give him the satisfaction of sobbing in front of Yara.
“You insist on testing me, Kitten. I warned you about lashing out at me with that acid tongue. You ought to know by now that I don’t give a fuck that Yara is here. You will be disciplined when you smart-mouth me. I am in charge, not you.”
He was furious, growling like the animal he truly was. Oh, lord. Was he going to remove my bottoms while Yara watched him spank me? I prayed he wouldn’t go that far.
A stiff whack landed on my butt, bringing me back to reality. He kept my ass covered, but he showed no mercy as the blows came down repeatedly. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of screaming and sobbing.
I groaned as my body jerked forward each time his hand connected with my burning flesh.
I tried kicking him again, but he held my legs in a vice-like grip between his two massive thighs. I turned my head towards Yara, tears blurring my vision.
She stood up to leave, but Atlas ordered her to sit.
He wanted her to watch this because he got off on humiliating me. She just nodded and sat back down while he continued his punishment. Whack, whack, whack. One right after the other, with no break in between.
Why wasn’t he stopping?
He didn’t utter a word as he continued striking me.
Even though he had an audience, it didn’t deter him from showing how much of an animal he could be.
There was no way I wanted to scream for mercy.
I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but my bottom was on fire.
I was sobbing, but I still didn’t beg him to stop.
Is this what he wanted? He wanted me to turn into a sniveling, begging, snot-nosed mess.
It was a battle of wills, with him on the victor's side. I got it now. He wanted me to plead with him to stop and to tell him I would be a good girl. I knew if I didn’t do what he wanted, he would end up drawing blood, even though he told me that would never happen.
I couldn’t take the pain anymore. A guttural scream came from deep within my gut; I finally relented, begging him.
“Please, please, Atlas, I am sorry. Please stop. It hurts! I am sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise!!!!”
His voice was seething and unpleasant.
“Are you sure about that, you little brat? I’ve heard those same words before.” He huffed before another whack hit my ass. I was screeching by now.
“Yes, yes…I promise. Please, you are going to make me bleed. Please, please stop. I’m begging you!”
He spanked the attitude right out of me. He had been striking me for at least five minutes. Although that doesn’t seem like a long time, it is when the blows are coming down hard and fast on your goddamn ass.
He finally took pity and stopped punishing me. My bottoms were still on, thank God. I am shocked I didn’t wriggle out of them from kicking and flailing all over the place. I could feel the snot running out of my nose.
My hair was sticking to my head, wholly knotted from thrashing side to side. My body was sweaty, and my face was burning with humiliation. I was trying to catch my breath and calm myself. I glanced at Yara. She just sat there with a blank look on her face.
I am sure she didn’t care at all about what just happened.
She seemed indifferent to my suffering. She is his partner, so I am pretty sure she has murdered people as well.
I felt so ashamed of what she had just witnessed.
I wanted to croak. Just keel over and die to end this fucking misery.
I made my decision immediately. I was leaving this hellhole, dead or alive.
Atlas
I was terrified ten minutes earlier as Kit sank in six feet of water, barely able to keep her head above the surface. I didn’t see her struggling immediately because I was discussing an assignment with Yara.
I heard her muffled screams, which quickly grabbed my attention. When I saw her thrashing about and going under, I almost lost it. I immediately dove into the pool, pumped up on adrenaline. It all happened in an instant.
She was choking and spitting out a good amount of water when I sat her on the lounge chair.
I felt a chill go through my body when the realization hit me. If she had drowned, I would have lost my mind and gone into a dark place. This little person made my heart stop in my throat for a few minutes. Nothing had brought that feeling to my chest in thirteen years, and I didn’t like it.
In my paranoia of losing her, I insisted she should wear a flotation device in the pool when she swam. Of course, she didn’t like that idea and lost her temper, threatening me with escape, which threw me over the edge and ended with me taking her over my knee in front of Yara.
I saw red at that moment. I didn’t give a flying fuck that we had an audience. Once I lost my shit, I made Yara watch me spank Kit to humiliate her, and it worked. My pet almost turned green from embarrassment, and it served her right.
Now, she was a crying, sweating mess in my lap after I struck her bottom raw. I had no feelings of guilt whatsoever.
She was my possession, and she needed to behave. For some stupid reason, I thought she was adjusting to her situation and becoming more relaxed. I guess I was wrong. She was unhappy, and I believe she was behaving to bide her time.
I allowed her more freedom, permitting her to roam around the house. I wanted her to be as happy as possible in her predicament until we left.
She should consider herself lucky that I even gave an ounce of shit about her damn feelings.
Her words made my blood run cold. I wasn’t even that upset with her about the floating devices; her threat of leaving sent me into a rage.
I warned her not to test my temper, but she pushed anyway. Now, her ass has paid for her shitty attitude again. I waited for her to calm down before I picked her up in my arms. She didn’t flinch or try to fight.
Yara was sitting quietly, eyeing me. Her voice was steady and unwavering, even though she just witnessed me spanking my prisoner. I am positive what she saw didn’t bother her in the least. She is as ruthless as I am.
“Although that was quite the scene, Atlas, I think it’s time for me to leave. I will be in touch at some point tomorrow. Would you mind letting me out?”
I nodded.
“As you can see, I have my hands full. The remote is under the mat on the Tiki bar. Push the button, then bring it here and put it in my pocket."
She unlocked the door, brought the remote to me, and placed it in my pocket as instructed. After Yara was gone, I headed for the stairs.
Kitten's arms were looped around my neck as I carried her to her room. She was still crying softly when I laid her on the bed, being sure to lay her on her stomach. It was time to assess the damage once more. If only she would keep her damn mouth shut. I wouldn’t be doling out spankings like free candy at a charity event.
At least not without pleasuring her at the same time. I could see just under her cheeks was a deep crimson. I sighed, grabbing the ointment from the nightstand.
“Kitten, get on your hands and knees, please.”
I kept my voice steady, making sure not to raise it. Her punishment was over. I didn’t want her to think I was still upset, even though I remained slightly rattled. Without her usual attitude, she kneeled on all fours.
She didn’t look back or make eye contact.
I knew she was still pissed at me for spanking her, but she knew better.
This wasn’t her first rodeo with me. Her anger stems more from the fact that I did it in front of Yara.
I’ve spanked her before, and she wasn’t this upset with me.
I removed her bikini bottom, throwing it aside.
I inspected the consequences of her bratty mouth.
Her bottom was red, but the skin was still intact.
There was going to be some bruises. Once I apply the ointment, she will feel better.
This stuff works wonders in alleviating pain and healing the skin quickly.
I slathered a good amount of the cream on my hands and massaged it into her flaming orbs.
She jerked forward, wincing.
“Shhh, Kitten. The burning will go away shortly. I know it hurts, but try to stay still.”
She was sniffling and crying quietly, which she often did around me. I grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand and handed it to her. “Here, precious.”
She snatched the tissue from my hand, blew her nose, then bunched it into her small fist and threw it at me. She’s a little fucker sometimes, always has to assert herself in some way.
I almost laughed but kept calm, removing the snot rag from the mattress and chucking it into the wastebasket. Maybe I deserved that, so I let it go. Her ass was already in tough shape; I wouldn't make it worse.
As I continued kneading the ointment deeper into her flesh, I disregarded her little display of rebellion.
I was getting turned on like a desperate schoolboy.
I haven’t fucked her in over a week. Of course, I could do anything I wanted with her if I chose to, but I wasn’t interested in putting her through anything else right now.
I know I deserve whatever she throws my way, but that isn’t part of the plan here.
I've let her get away with a little more each time she fought me. She was chipping away at pieces of the wall I built around my heart. I am going to have to shut that shit right down. She will learn how to please me and obey.
If making her ass black and blue every week is what it takes, then so be it. I am game. Nothing turns me on more than leaving my marks on her.
“Does that feel better, Kitten?”
She nodded without speaking.
I sighed again, this time in anger. “Answer me. I don’t enjoy talking to the back of your head.”
She gasped slightly before turning to the side to look at me. “Yes, Atlas, it feels a little better. Thank you.”
She was a mess. A small, beautiful disaster. Her eyes were red, and her hair was a sweaty, tangled tragedy.
“Get off the bed. You need a shower.”
Her eyes squinted at me, and her face frowned in disdain, but she made no snotty comments. She held her tongue like the good little girl I knew she could be.
Of course, thorough spankings go a long way in correcting bad behavior. She crawled to the edge of the bed, making sure not to sit on her ass, and lowered her feet to the floor. She still had on her bikini top, but no bottoms.
I watched in amusement as she walked past me into the bathroom, looking like a train wreck.
I was still feeling a little remorseful about what had happened.
These emotions don’t sit well with me. Once she jumped into the shower, I laid her clothes out on the bed, making a quick exit, not wanting to feel anything.