“What the hell do you want?”
“Manners. Felipesegundo told me that your room was a mess. I thought you might appreciate the means to rectify that.”
“What on Palamar are you talking about?”
“Your room is a mess. Here are the things you need to clean it up,” explained Jack patiently.
“Like a common servant?” Aria gasped.
“You don’t have any servants here, Lady Aria. I repeat, your room is a mess. Now clean it up.”
This time there were ready missiles at hand.
“The nerve of you. I’m no servant.” Aria hurled a plate like a discus.
Jack stepped inside the door, and the plate bounced off the frame without shattering, to Aria’s disappointment.
His face had darkened. “Aria, you’re behaving like a naughty child. This is your one and only warning. Behave yourself and clean your room like a good girl.”
Aria threw a fork with more enthusiasm than accuracy.
“That’s quite enough.” Jack shut the door and strode toward her.
Aria had time to throw a cup, which Jack ducked, before he grabbed her. Within a moment, Aria found herself facedown over his knee, staring at the floor, her bottom in the air.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Aria struggled fruitlessly. Jack had her legs trapped and one arm firmly on her upper body.
“What should have happened a long time ago,” replied Jack, using his free hand to pull her leggings past her thighs.
“Stop it right now. Unhand me,” insisted Aria. “Ow!” she cried, as the pirate brought his hand down firmly on her wriggling bottom.
“You have made an absolute mess of your room, and you expect someone else to clean it,” said Jack, spanking her on her other cheek. Two bright handprints now stood out on the smooth flesh of her ass, and she winced at the sting.
“And when I told you to clean up your mess, you threw things at me.” Jack smacked her bottom firmly twice more.
“The arrogance of you—ow!”
“You’re a spoiled and naughty brat and need a lesson in manners.” Jack spanked her with a steady rhythm.
Aria wriggled and struggled, to no avail. “How dare you—ow! Ow! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, young lady,” said Jack, without interrupting the steady rhythm of his discipline. “You’re going to clean up the mess that you made and apologize for throwing things at me.”
“Never.”
“We’ll see.” Jack moved his attentions to the sensitive sit spots on the lower part of her ass.
Aria clenched her teeth and continued to struggle, a fire building across the entirety of her bottom. The blood rushed to her most sensitive parts, and to her disbelief, her arousal was building in time to the heat of Jack’s smacks on her ass. Aria desperately hoped that the pirate would not notice.
Her hope was in vain. Jack paused his spanking for a moment to graze his fingers across the surface of her ass, drawing lazy swirling patterns on her hot skin. Then, his fingers dipped between her thighs. Even as she was thinking that she should stop this, she found that she had spread her legs to allow him easier access to her wet pussy.
Jack gently spread her labia, and she moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her.
“That’s right, milady,” he murmured. “You know that you need this, don’t you?”
Aria moaned as Jack’s fingers found her G-spot and stroked her. An orgasm shivered through her entire body, and her thighs clenched against his hand, her hands formed into fists.
“You’re learning, milady,” said Jack, “but I don’t think we’re there quite yet.”
