My heroine in Under His Watch comes to see how much she yearns for her bodyguard's guidance.
“You went too far,” Ryan finally said when the door of Charity’s apartment had closed behind them, after refusing to talk to her at all on the cab ride to the station and the train ride home. He had simply put his arm around her and held her close. When she said, “I can still go, right?” Ryan just said, “Shh.” When she said, “They deserved it, right?” Ryan just said, “We’ll talk when we get home.”
He had taken her in his arms and hugged her fiercely, before he issued his judgment, but nevertheless she heard in his voice the note she had been dreading all the way home, even as she realized that a part of her longed for it and knew it was coming: Ryan was going to spank her.
“You’re going to spank me, aren’t you?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said simply. “You need to get a grip on your relationship with your parents. You love them, and they love you: that’s perfectly clear to me. You have the greater responsibility here—in exchange for everything they’ve given you, you have to accept them for who they are, not who you wish they were.”
“Dammit,” she said, “why do they have to be that way, though? And why do you have to be so fucking right about everything?”
“I can’t answer either of those questions, honey, but I do know that it’s time for you to take off all your clothes and wait in your bedroom with your nose against the wall.”
“Not the belt, please?”
“No,” Ryan said, “not the belt. I think this punishment should be much more intimate than that. I want you to try to think about what it means to depend on someone, the way you have always been able to depend on your parents, even if their help didn’t always come in the form you wanted it.”
“But now I can depend on you?” Charity felt tears well up in her eyes as she snuggled her cheek into his chest, feeling his strong heart beating under his dress shirt.
“Yes. But my help might not always come in the form you want either.”
“Like now. But…”
“Thank you, sir. That’s all.” She tried to pull herself out of his embrace, but he didn’t let her go.
“You’re welcome, honey,” he said, and squeezed her a final time.
Then he kissed her, turned her around like a little girl, and swatted her bottom in her nice green dress to get her going toward the bedroom, the wall, and the spanking chair.
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