4.
~ She loved him. She trusted him. She knew, deep into her bones, he loved her too. When her lover pulled her small body to standing, she had to keep reminding herself of this.
'He loves me, I love him.' She kept thinking. 'I trust him, he would never hurt me.'
He was still fully bedecked in his officer's uniform and looked intimidating and almost frightening. Her mind fumbled feebly over her safe word as his strong hands were pulling at her. She could shout it out. End the game. The power was all hers. Arthur respected her safe word. He never broke trust. Instead, she stumbled after him. Trusting him irrationally.
Arthur, his face a cold mask of anger, pulled his prize to the large doorway of her bedroom. It was a wide arch, one that required two folding doors to close it off from the rest of the apartment. Her body was almost too short to reach it's top most frame. Her lover pulled her up on tip toe as he caught the links of the cuffs on a sturdy part of the archway's housing.
Her small body was suddenly stretched. She was up on tip toe. Her arms held tightly over head as he left her almost dangling there.
"Art-... Officer?" She caught her self.
"I've noticed you've stopped saying sir as often as you should have." He said darkly. His heavy shoes tromping across the floor behind her as he circled her slowly. His cold angry eyes appraising her.
He should un-cuff her. Just one hand, to get that pretty night gown off her. A gown he had bought her when he was Italy last week. It fit her beautifully, With her hands stretched so far over her head, the short little slip of lacy fabric rode up too high on her thigh and butt. Exposing her in a lewd and beautiful way.
Filled with lust and fury at the woman he loved more then breathing, he started to rip it off her.
"Arthur!" She cried out horrified.
"THAT!" He spat back at he casually ripping away the gown leaving her naked and glorious. "Is not 'Sir', your safe word, or 'Officer'." He said. His eyes cutting into her with their wrath.
Ariadne watched sadly as he threw the remnants of that beautiful night dress on the floor. She had loved it. He had sent it to her while working on an extraction job. He had stopped in the middle of the mission to think of her and send her something. She remembered answering the door in nothing but that when he came back home. A smile lighting up his entire face at the sight of her.
Now, her beautiful lover was not the same. He looked at her with a powerful lust mixed with barely contained indignation.
"I can see that our normal spankings are no longer a punishment for you." He said sadly. He stood before her. His uniform giving him such authority over her just now. She found herself truly worried that she was in trouble. He looked handsome and intimidating.
Her sex pulsed as she became wetter at the sight of him.
"It's not just your acting like a greedy slut." he went on. "It's your lack of respect to me." He fumed grabbing a hair brush from her dresser. Her eyes went wide as she started to lightly struggle against her restraints. He circled around her again. His large hands making contact with her body. Brazenly touching where he pleased. His fingers caressing her beasts, he stomach, her butt. Even running carelessly over her wet, wanting desire. Making her legs go weak.
"You agreed, when we went on this journey, that you would be my submissive. That you would be my perfect plaything. For me to use to my enjoyment." He went on. She squirmed as her sex burned alive with need. He could take care of her, right now. If he loved her, he would un-cuff her and take her to bed. Ravishing her all night. Still in the uniform.
"You have used my love for you to get what you want." He breathed into her ear. Making her heart race.
She knew he was right. She knew she had promised to be his perfect submissive. But they had not planned to fall so deeply in love with one another. She knew he loved her. Knew she loved him. She did use that loved for her as a weapon. When she didn't get what she wanted, or to get what she wanted. She knew his love for her was too strong to refuse her.
"I..." She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. "I'm sorry, sir." she finally whimpered.
She kept a frightened eye on that hairbrush he still had clutched in his hand. Her naked body artfully exposed as she had to keep herself up on tiptoe. Her breasts were forced out and her wetness open and on display.
She didn't have time to say anything else as a hard, unforgiving slap hit her already reddened bottom. She jumped and almost lost her balance as the sharp pain hit her. He had used that hairbrush to spank her. It's plastic was less wielding then his hands. Hands that he now rubbed over the area he had just harmed. Soothing the red, burning flesh.
"Do you like this?" He asked.
"No." She lied. Gasping for air.
"What?"He growled.
"No... Sir." She corrected slowly. Her rebellious nature still taking hold of her.
"That's better." He huffed.
Another biting, stinging slap hitting her. Making her dance on her toes even more. His hands rubbed over her again, but not for not long as three more painfully sharp blows hit her. She had to bite her lip as her spanking continued.
"Do you like this?" He said hoarsely.
"No... Sir!" She gasped out between each slap. Her body was jerking with each and every hit but not moving too much away from his line of fire.
"I think you do." He said playfully. Sensing her inner self coming out. "I think you like this. You haven't used your safe word." He pointed out as her cheeks burned with the shame of once again being called out.
"Say you like this!" He suddenly shouted. Another hit making contact with her bottom. Making it sting. "Say you like this, or I'm going to stop!" He threatened. "Say it!"
"I like it!" She gasped out helplessly. Not wanting him to stop. Her wetness so wild she was surprised it had not escaped down her legs. "Please." She said as finally he eased his abuse. Her spanking reduced to nothing more them playful swatting that he rubbed away with his hands.
"Your bottom is so red." He breathed into her ear as his hands ran over the hot skin. His own breathing was just as labored as hers. "It's beautiful."