Smack!
“Mmmpgghh!”
Smack!
“MMMPGGGHHH!”
“I’m sorry, my love, but I don’t have a choice. You must be punished for the crimes you committed. Now try and hold still.”
Smack!
“MMMMPPPGGGHHHH!”
A hand made strong by whatever athletics Paul engaged in gave her leather-clad buttocks another firm spank, and in the darkness of her prison, the master thief known only as Kunoichi blushed red with anger and embarrassment. It was bad enough that she was a captive, bound and gagged and unable to escape, worse still that her captor was obsessed with her and bizarrely convinced that she’d fall in love with him. But to be dangled over his knee and spanked like some unruly child was beyond endurance, and the beautiful Asian woman whirled on Paul with dark eyes glittering dangerously, a torrent of protests rendered incoherent by the ball gag filling her mouth. “Nnnggghh, mmpppgghhh, mmpppggghhh! MMMMPPGGGGHHH!”
“I said hold still!” Paul snapped in irritation, free hand seizing her by the steel collar about her neck and forcing her head back down, his demand further punctuated by a series of hard smacks. “I’m trying to help you, my love. I don’t want to chloroform you again, but I will if you don’t accept your punishment.”
“MMMPPGGGHHHH!” Kunoichi screamed in answer, long dark hair whipping about in her struggles. It had only been last night that she’d fallen into Paul’s clutches, her one-woman crime spree rudely interrupted by his muscled arms seizing her from behind and the drug-soaked cloth pressed over her nose and mouth driving her into unwilling slumber, and it seemed like every few hours, she was getting reacquainted with the latter. By this point, she’d grown sick of the sight of his face staring down at her every time she opened her eyes, not to mention the sickening stench of chloroform whenever he was forced to exit the house, answer the front door, or otherwise leave her unattended.
The improvements to her bondage certainly weren’t helping matters either. After the second time she was drugged asleep, the petite Japanese woman awoke to discover her wrists and ankles shackled in front of her, while a length of chain connected her wrists to the steel collar encircling her slim neck. Tougher to escape from than the ropes, certainly, but doable, if she ever managed to reach the lockpick she kept concealed on her catsuit. Unfortunately, only when he was physically present was she permitted to remain awake, and for the vast majority of that time she’d been, quite literally, in his grasp. There was no fear he’d try and force himself on her; aside from her catsuit’s zipper being pulled down to reveal her black satin bra, he hadn’t done anything overtly sexual in nature.
No, he seemed much more intent on punishing her a different way…
“Stealing is wrong,” Paul intoned gravely, hand falling upon her rear end in a steady, unhurried cadence, the air alive with the sound of flesh striking leather. “I know you don’t like this, my love. I don’t like it either. But how can we be married if you live a life of crime?”
“Mmmpggghhh!” Kunoichi grunted a protest into the ball gag. Another smack, and her back went rigid with pain, the sting of the repeated blows springing unwelcome tears to life. “Mmmmpppggghhh!”
“I know you love me, just as I love you, but a good wife doesn’t engage in that sort of behaviour. That’s what Mother said, and she was never wrong. I know she’d be disappointed if she saw you doing things like robbing people.”
Kidnapping’s a crime too, Norman Bates! she screamed inwardly, fighting to keep the first stirrings of despair from overwhelming her. It was not uncommon for her civilian identity to ‘go on a business trip’ for days, even weeks at a time, so her absence would not be noticed anytime soon. Not that she wanted someone to put two and two together and realize exactly who the infamous Kunoichi was out of costume. But when the alternative was remaining the captive of a handsy obsessive with a complex about his dead mother… Is this my punishment for being lax? For being cocky? God, I knew I should have double-checked to see who owned this place!
Abruptly, the spanking came to an end, and Kunoichi groaned as she was hauled upwards into Paul’s strong embrace, lips brushing against the pale, smooth skin of her cheek. “I only do this because I care about you. You know that, don’t you?” he asked with astonishing gentleness, a hand coming up to brush away her tears. “But sometimes we have to be stern with the people we love, especially if they’re doing something wrong. Better I punish you than the police, right?”
Yeah, it would be a crime to involve the police here… since I fully intend on kicking your ass myself the instant I get out of this! Kunoichi silently vowed, anger stoking new resolve to life. She was a master thief who’d outwitted the police and crime lords and the most powerful figures in the entire city. She would get out of this.
And when she did, well… she’d have some punishment of her own to dispense…