Gabriel bent his body slickly, winding his arm around her legs and lifting her with ease up and over his shoulder. She banged her fists on his back on top of the designer dark navy suit he wore.
“Put me down and don’t call me kitten in Russian,” she screamed at him.
“Ah, so you know Russian as well. Is there no end to your talents, Ms King nor any end to your stubbornness?” he said with amusement carrying her back to his chair by the bed.
Spreading his legs a small amount, he lowered Antonia’s struggling form down over his knees. She shrieked and put her hands out to try and support herself, her long blonde curls falling over her head to the floor.
“Don’t you dare do this to me. Don’t you dare!” she shouted.
With a sigh, Gabriel firmly steadied her with his hand on her back and using his free hand quickly yanked her pj trousers down over her bottom to expose it. Just as he had anticipated, it was just the right size, plump and round, pale peaches and cream. The urge to squeeze it was overwhelming but he managed to resist. Punishment first. He felt the tantalising brush of her breasts and nipples, unhampered by the confinement of a bra underneath her top, against his legs as he settled her trousers just past the backs of her thighs so he could move her spanking down to the tender skin when the time was right.
He smoothed his hand over one buttock and then the other to warm her flesh for the hot swipe of his hand.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “Try to calm down and accept what is happening. It will only hurt for a short time and then it will be all over. Maybe next time you will do as you are told.” There was still a hint of amusement in his soft, almost seductive, lowered voice.
“Let me go,” she squealed kicking her legs as he raised his hand and swatted the seat of her bottom with his large palm. His hand made firm contact with her delicate flesh searing it with heat; a fiery blush spread across it. Antonia cried out.
“Ow. That hurts,” she moaned catching her breath as he delivered a second smack, this time to the left buttock.
“It’s meant to.”
Gabriel got into his stride smacking each cheek in turn. Antonia began to howl and cry.
“Stop. I will do as you say. I will stay in bed.”
“Too late, kotyonok. You must be punished. Take some deep breaths for me. That’s a good girl.”
“Condescending male pig. Ow.”
He made sure the next slaps were harder.
“I am not a male pig. I am your protector and will be treated with respect. I am not here to make things harder for you or to disrupt you. I am here to help you. United Global Defence has put me in charge and I will have your obedience, otherwise I will take action and discipline you. I have a feeling you are going to be over my knee quite often before you understand that, kotyonok.”
Antonia began to sob.
“I hate you. I hate men.”
“Enough, Antonia. I am not the enemy. That’s it, cry and get it all out.”
He diligently spanked her bottom increasing the tempo and the strength he used to swat her butt, suddenly conscious her tears had become heavier and her cries had turned into sobs. Every strike produced a new loud sob and then they came in a torrent. Gabriel felt relieved. She appeared to be releasing pent up frustration, pain and fear she had trapped inside herself for months while she was in the camp starving and exhausting herself to keep the girls going. She was brave, there was no doubt but too reckless. It was almost as though she didn’t care about her own life and placed no value upon it. He would make it part of his mission to force her to change her mind on that issue before she got herself killed.
Satisfied by the heat and deep pink colouring of her bare bottom, Gabriel turned his attention to the tender backs of her thighs producing a howl as he expertly spanked them to match the same distinctive colour. The fight had left her now and she hung obediently still over his knee as he disciplined her.
Gabriel brought her spanking to an end by returning to her bottom to impose four more strikes across the seat. He rested his hand over her flesh as though to centre her mind and body with a gentle comforting hold.
“There, there. All over, little one,” he whispered giving her bottom a rub, content he could feel enough heat permeating his hand signalling she would be feeling a sharp sting throbbing from her butt. To his surprise he couldn’t resist bending forward to brush his lips across her skin. He expected her to object as he chastised himself inwardly for losing his composure but she said nothing. Rubbing her butt once more to soothe it he pulled up her pj trousers and lifted her up to standing. Still holding her as she rubbed her beautiful tear stained face and eyes he found himself pulling her into his arms.
He could feel her heart pounding against him with her frustration at not being able to move and continue her pursuit of the two girls.
“I have to go to them. I have let them down,” she whispered against his chest as Gabriel smoothed his hands up and down her back.
“Shh,” he whispered kissing the top of her head. “You can’t go anywhere until you are healed. We have agents looking for them,” he told her softening his voice, moving his hands down her arms now. He wanted to somehow transfer some of his strength so she would feel both soothed and protected by his gentle touch.
Gabriel was relieved when she allowed her head to fall defeated on his shoulder. Finally, she was resigning herself to her captivity
