Agents In Harms Way by Don Winslow Read Free Book Online

onto her toes.
    THWACK!
    The wicked blade whacked the hardened muscles and ricocheted off, imparting a stinging smack that sounded like a gunshot in the room.
    “No, no, Cunt 9,” he tsked. “You must learn to take your punishment properly. I don’t like it when you tighten your ass like that. This ass is mine!” Gloved fingers dug into her bottom, causing the girl to rear up and toss her head. “And I want it all nice and soft and ready for me. Loosen up! Go on, let go!” he insisted.
    But Mallory held herself rigid.
    So the Captain sighed as the gloved hand slid between her legs and fingered the soft folds of her vagina. One of his fingers worked its way inside her, and she wiggled helplessly. A few minutes of this intimate fondling, and the girl couldn’t help moving against those teasing fingers; her butt muscles relaxed into the elongated ovals they formed when she was first pulled over the chair. Her tormentor smiled and raised his hand and gave her a decisive whack with the paddle squarely across her hardened butt.
    THWACK! THWACK!...THWACK!...THWACK!
    The howls of outrage were muted by the effective gag; the paddle continued its deadly course, spanking the bounding mounds again and again, in rapid-fire succession until Mallory felt the intense sting that lingered, each melding into the next, so that the ache built — the throbbing hurting, burning in her butt. She couldn’t hold still under the repeated slapping but her twisting, struggling, and writhing were in vain as the relentless disciplinarian peppered her ass with a rapid set of smacks, each precisely delivered with a snap of the wrist.
    Again she tensed up, more in reflex. Again, he paused, and ordered her to relax. He waited; threatened that with each reminder three additional strokes would be added to her punishment. He laid the rubberized blade lightly on her burning butt. Moved it slowly over the twin ovals in a soft caress, waiting, waiting, gently coaxing her to relax, for the man was a connoisseur of discipline, and he knew how to be patient. He would wait, wanting her bottom all warm and soft, and open to him - offered to him, properly presented and just for him. Slowly, the proffered rear cheeks slackened. And as he saw those plump cheeks soften, he drew back his hand and paused, and then, with an exquisite sense of timing, he struck.
    THWACK!
    The hardwood blade splattered the pliant mounds. The bouncing rebound sent them into a shimmying wobble, while the girl screeched and wiggled her hips in fiery agitation — the only movement her bonds would allow.
    The paddling of Special Agent Mallory Channing continued for perhaps five minutes, although to her it seemed much longer. Then he must have decided that she had had enough. When the paddling abruptly stopped there was a voluminous silence, broken only by the slight creak of his boots. Mallory shifted her hips. Her butt was on fire, the sting having faded to a dull throbbing pain, her shoulders heaving as she struggled for breath.
    She heard him moving behind her, positioning himself behind Kip’s jutting rear end. Compared to the sleek ovals of Mallory’s elegantly curved behind, Kip’s boyish rump was small, high-set and more neatly rounded. The Captain smiled to himself. It would be a profound pleasure to indulge himself by comparing the feminine bottoms, their bouncy resiliency and the deep-seated pliancy of the mounds as the paddle struck repeatedly, whapping the vulnerable cheeks with satisfying, solid thuds.
    He began the paddling with quick but light taps, smiling to see Kip’s cheeks cowering in anticipation of the smack. Then he struck with more authority
    THWACK!
    Young Kip jerked convulsively, bounding up each time the punishing paddle bit into her soft wiggling behind. The paddle repeatedly slapped her wobbly little ass, slowly and not hard, but with precise deliberation. The pirate captain would happily paddle the girl, until he had her small jittering cheeks reddening and