A Traditional Daddy. Arabella Kingsley

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      “Spit them out and I will gag you with my belt,” he warned. “You had your chance. When I have finished your spanking, maybe then you will be in the mood to talk.”

      She violently shook her head. Her words of protest a mumble behind her panties. Amelia aimed her forehead at his making him reel back. He laughed at her.

      “Honey, that would hurt you more than it would hurt me.”

      With speed he pushed her over his knees so she hung over them face down. He felt the delicious movement of her pussy over his legs and the push of her breasts and the scrape of her nipples.

      “I think it’s time I calmed you down. This is going to hurt but it might release some of that anger and induce you to be more obedient. Have you ever been spanked before, Amelia?”

      The increased sound of her growls against her makeshift gag and the erratic movement of her body gave him his answer. He laughed and gathered up her long blonde hair, growing damp with her struggles and the fine sheen of sweat on her body, into a ponytail and used it to pull the top half of her body up forcing her to strain and concentrate on the discomfort. It helped to cease her movements as he trapped her legs by coiling his own leg around them. Now he had her exactly where he wanted.

      “Keep still, Amelia,” he mocked while raising his hand to strike the seat of her enticing bare pale rump he had been keen to test with the force of his palm since she’d given him a mouthful, after he found her snooping in his European Manager’s office. Unknowingly, she had disrupted his own clandestine research operation inside Ross’ office and his attempt to find out what Ross had been up to with Litvenko after receiving an anonymous email warning him the Russian Mafia were trying to ruin his companies and take his business.

      Her pert flesh wobbled and quivered as he flattened his hard, large male palm against the left buttock and then the right. The sound of the slaps echoing around the unlocked room induced him to spank harder and faster delighting in the hot pink he stained her vulnerable flesh. He heard her growls turn to tears and her body was no longer fighting against the restraints he had placed around it. At last he was getting through. Heat emanated from her backside; no doubt she must be really feeling the sting now. He turned his attention to the tender backs of her thighs knowing she would feel the pain and hurt more keenly there. She would think twice about defying him again.

      Alexander applied the last smack and rested his hand over her bottom enjoying the warmth against his hand. He kept his other wrapped around her hair and continued to pull.

      “There, there, all over,” he said with a smile rubbing his hand over her butt. He released her hair, leaned over and removed the panties from her mouth.

      “Ready to talk now?” he asked. “Or do I have to whip you with my belt?”

      “Ow, no,” she said tears flowing down her cheeks. “He wants information on your stake in North Sea Oil.”

      Alexander frowned. Deucalion Oil was his latest venture and a major one. Litvenko was trying to destroy him. If he hadn’t been sent that email, he would have been in the dark. He wanted to thank that person personally but he doubted if he would ever get the chance. Not even his tech staff had been able to trace it.

      “Time to call the police,” he said stuffing the panties back in her mouth as she whimpered and begged him not to, shaking her head vehemently in protest.

      Now he could put things right and get on with his main reason for being in London. To finally take Ross’s wife for himself.

      Chapter 2

      Alexander Deucalion sighed and sat back in his Bentley as the driver drove out of London down into the county of Surrey to his European Manager Ross Blackwood’s home where he always stayed when in the South of the UK. He had been doing that five times a year for three years. That’s when he had fallen in love with Scarlett Blackwood and dreamt about rescuing her from her cruel husband and abusive marriage.

      As the car drove on he allowed his mind to slip back into the fantasy and daydream he allowed himself to indulge in every now and again.

       “I know how you should discipline, your wife,” Alexander told Ross, afraid Ross was going to hit her for talking back to him.

       Ross lowered his hand.

       “Show me.”

       Alexander caught hold of Scarlett’s wrist in a robust but careful manner and led her to the couch.

       “It’s very simple,” he said and grinned at Ross. “Haven’t you ever spanked your wife?”

       Scarlett’s pretty face stared at him in horror.

       “Please. I don’t want to be spanked,” she pleaded.

       “You should show more respect, if you do not wish to be disciplined,” Alexander winked at Ross and sat down on the couch swinging a naked Scarlett swiftly over his knee.

       “I don’t want this,” she squealed.

       Alexander placed one hand on her back to steady her and stroked his other palm lightly over one peaches and cream cheek to soothe her fear, before positioning her bare bottom more prominently over his knee. He loved the way her pussy rubbed against the trouser leg of his tuxedo and her body hung helpless over his legs.

       “The idea is to spank her enough so it stings and burns when she sits down again. That way she will remember her error and not make the mistake of doing it again,” the billionaire instructed.

       “In essence, treat her like a naughty little girl,” Ross commented with amusement.

       “Yes,” Alexander agreed.

       “I like it.

       He could see Ross watching him caress his wife’s bottom with interest. Alexander deliberately cupped the seat of her rump in the middle and squeezed it hard.

       “Stop struggling. It will do you no good,” he told her squaring his taut, lean, muscled body, widening his legs a little further. He raised his hand and brought it crashing down hard against Scarlett’s delicious pale plump flesh.

       She cried out and panted when the second strike shook her opposite bare butt cheek. Ross chuckled and walked closer to better observe her punishment. Scarlett struggled like a wildcat but with one hand firmly pressed on her back, the American held her in place. He continued to whip his hand in quick succession back and forth across her bare bottom and the soft vulnerable backs of her thighs until tears erupted and she fell limp across his knees submitting to her discipline from the billionaire in front of her husband.

       Alexander colored her butt a rosy pink. He was being lenient and had he wanted her to feel the sting more he would have been firmer with his strikes. Nevertheless, Ross was impressed. He bent over and caressed his wife’s sore hot bottom.

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