Tex's Revenge: Military Discipline, Book Two by Loki Renard Read Free Book Online

tenuous position at best.
    “Keep still unless you want to lose those panties entirely,” he growled.
    “You can't do this! You said you wouldn't!” Zora gasped, caught between outrage and despair.
    “That was before you insisted on behaving like a naughty! Little! Girl!” He started smacking again and Zora was suddenly able to fully appreciate the protection the cotton panties had given her. The sting was much more intense with skin hitting skin, and Tex was not holding back, he was spanking her with hard, steady strokes all over her bottom and a few on her upper thighs too.
    The spanking might have gone on forever, but for the arrival of a RV stuffed to the brim with squealing excited children. Tex straightened quickly and shut the back door of the car, giving her some privacy before they made a complete spectacle of themselves. Shut back in the dark alone she whimpered and rubbed her bottom. Heat was radiating off her skin, her bottom felt just as hot and dry as the desert outside the window. A moment later she heard the trunk of the car open, then Tex got back into the driver's side of the car and passed over a pair of men's black slacks. “Put those on and get your disobedient little rear back up here.”
    Slightly mollified by at least getting some trousers to wear, Zora slipped them on. They were loose and too long, but they were a million miles better than the skirt. Tex watched her every move over his shoulder and when she had them on, he jerked his head impatiently towards the front seat. “Up here now. I don't want you out of my sight.”
    Feeling very sore and small, Zora squeezed back into the front passenger seat and sat down on her freshly warmed bottom.
    They set off relatively quickly neither having taken the toilet stop they were supposed to have. Tex was not well pleased. His expression was thunderous when he spoke it was in a low growl. “You're trouble.”
    “I didn't tell you to kidnap me, did I?”
    Her response wasn't anywhere near contrite and he shot her a dirty look then focused his attention back on the road, which was largely straight and boring.
    “You should just let me go,” Zora said, pushing her advantage. “I'm of no use to you.”
    “You better hope that doesn't turn out to be true,” Tex growled. He didn't make a more specific threat, but Zora got the message. “Complete and utter little brat,” he said, as if he were voicing part of an ongoing internal diatribe that she was not privy to. “No discipline at all.”
    Zora smiled to herself and looked out the window at the burnished red and orange hills. It felt good to get her own way, to score a point here and there. She was a great deal more comfortable in the pants, which allowed her to twist around and sit cross-legged in the front passenger seat.
    Tex continued to occasionally remark upon her poor behavior for the next several miles. “I wonder if he did spank you after all,” he said, referring indirectly to Savage. “You certainly don't behave like it.”
    “I behave like someone old enough to choose what they want to wear, Tex,” Zora said. “It's not my fault if you insist on trying to boss me around and dress me up in ugly clothes like some sort of doll.”
    He scowled at the road as Zora came to the realization she was dealing with a man who truly expected to be obeyed. He was actually surprised that she kept doing what she wanted to do. He had to be hooked up to the government or something like that, there was no other way he would have cultivated that much of a sense of entitlement. That left her with a question that had been floating between them from the moment he'd dragged her out from under the bed. “What are you going to do with me if your plan doesn't work out?”
    He glanced at her quickly. “My plan?”
    “Your plan to lure my ex by using me as maidenly bait,” Zora said. “What if it doesn't work?”
    Tex shook his head. “It will work.”
    “Well are you going to let me go if it