“What the hell do you think you were doing?” he hissed at her snatching the bag out of her hand to give it to one of the men while he marched her out of the shop back out on to the street.
“Stop holding me so tight. You are hurting me.”
He bent down to her ear as they walked.
“I asked you a question, Scarlett. I told you to stay put and you disobeyed me.”
“I didn’t think it would hurt to just nip into the bakery. I wanted to buy you something and…”
“Ross was here and he wasn’t alone. He was with Boris Litvenko. They have found you.”
She was silent as he marched her down a side street.
“This is the second time you have given my men the slip and it has to stop. I was lenient last time but I am going to make you understand, Scarlett. I will be obeyed especially when I am trying to protect you.”
“Where are you talking me? This isn’t back to the car,” she sounded nervous.
She should be.
“To teach you yet another lesson about remaining obedient when I give you an order.”
“I am not a bloody private in your army, Alexander. Don’t talk to me like one. You are going to spank me like a child in the street?”
He felt her pull against his grip on her arm.
“Oh no, darling, much worse. I am going to take my belt to your ass again.”
Alexander pulled her into a small cobbled alleyway in between two of the quaint whitewashed English pubs he’d frequented many a night in the past with close friends and swung her round so she faced the wall when he pushed her up against it. He pressed his body against her small form allowing her to feel his strength. He stroked his fingers through her hair feeling her lightly tremble with anticipation. Scarlett pressed her small delicate hands up against the brickwork and turned her head to the side. She was breathless when she spoke to him.
“I am sorry, Alexander. I know I shouldn’t have moved but I wanted to surprise you with something. I didn’t think. I was happy and I forgot. I understand I must be disciplined but must you do it here? Can’t you do this back at the house?”
She tried to move from the wall to emphasize her point. Her pretty eyelashes fluttering at him. He chuckled and shook his head grabbing her wrists to put her palms flat against the wall.
“Fluttering those pretty blues at me is not going to do you any good,” he whispered against her hair as he placed his hands seductively on her hips, lightly gripping them to keep her in place. “You flaunted one of my rules and this time you will learn. Now let’s get those pretty white lace panties I let you wear today off and prepare you to receive a whipping.”
“Please, Daddy. I won’t do it again,” she pleaded in that sweet vulnerable voice he adored so much.
He grinned as he slid her white skirt up her legs and over her hips to bunch it around her waist.
“Plead as much as you want, little one. I love to hear it but it isn’t going to do you any good.”
She turned her head again as he tucked his fingers underneath the sides of her panties.
“Are you really going to do this in front of them.”
Her eyes motioned towards his security men watching with interest.
“Yes, my darling. It’s part of the punishment.”
To emphasize the point, he yanked her panties down to her ankles so they rested just above her strappy high heels. He lifted each foot in turn to remove them. When he stood again, she began to struggle, prompting him to push his hand on her back to keep her against the wall while he threw the strappy lace at Ryan who instantly deposited them into his inside suit jacket pocket without a word or a reaction on his features. Alexander made a mental note to keep Scarlett free of panties and easily accessible for spanking over the next few days so he could finally embed her into her new life.
“Someone’s coming,” he heard her say. “They will see us.”
Alexander listened for a moment sweeping his hand lovingly over one pale peaches and cream buttock enjoying the softness of her flesh. She was right, someone was coming close. At this point he was so determined to punish her he didn’t give a damn. The humiliation of him taking his belt to her bare bottom in public would accentuate his discipline and prove to her he was in complete control. He had never been afraid of an audience. But luckily for her the voices drained off into another direction.
“I thought we might have an audience, little one. But happily, for you they have gone the other way.”
He covered her body with his own to make her feel small and helpless against him. She gasped and whimpered and to his satisfaction he could tell by the heightened tone and breathlessness that accompanied it, her fear of him and what he was about to do to her had aroused her yet, she appeared completely unaware of it. He thrilled at it feeling himself harden against her. She was perfect for him even if she was reckless and feisty. He loved taming her.
“I see you are going to persist in resisting, something I am going to have to tame in you.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, his fury with her beginning to soften a little more now
