Welcome back to the A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet (fair warning, I may skip one or two letters – is that cheating?) The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.   Anyone else surprised to see me still chugging along without missing a letter (yet)?  I am starting to feel like I’m back in college having to cram for finals over and over every night as I’m trying to stay ahead of the challenge. 🙂
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K is for The Kinky Knight
“Kindly unhand me, sir. I’d rather ride my own horse, Killian, than be cooped up in the carriage with Mrs. Cook.”
Kieran watched the beautiful, but headstrong, Kaitlin Karrington berating the poor driver who was trying to escort her to the luxurious carriage. Lord Karrington, her father, stood next to him shaking his head in defeat.
“I’ve failed as a father, Sir Kieran.   I know it now when ‘tis too late. I spoiled her terribly when I should have been stern. She’s such a lovely and intelligent lass, but she’s run off every possible suitor with her progressive ideas and a tongue that can cut like a knife.   I have no choice but to send her to my kin in Killarney where she can hopefully win a match before she becomes a spinster.”
Kieran chuckled at his friend’s exaggeration. “She’s hardly a spinster, Keagan. She’s one and twenty and all she truly needs is some time over your knee.”
“Aye, but that keen job will fall to her future husband I’m afraid. I know you’re right, and I pray he will find her soon, and that he isn’t a knave who will truly harm her. Please keep her safe on the journey.”
The young Miss Kaitlin continued to complain as the men observed. “You can count on me, but since she has a knack for getting out of hand, how would you have me handle her outbursts on our travels?”
Kieran suddenly felt the keen stare of his friend, making him uncomfortable. He had been caught observing the beauty while entertaining less than pure thoughts of exactly how he’d like to handle one Kaitlin Karrington.   After all, he’d come by the nickname The Kinky Knight honestly and her father knew it.
When the silence stretched out, Kieran turned to find Lord Karrington grinning at him.   “What?”
Silence.
He didn’t need his friend to speak – he already knew where this conversation was going and Kieran was having none of it. “Oh no you don’t, Keagan. I hate to be a killjoy here, but in case you forgot, I’m twelve years her senior and a confirmed bachelor. A kinky bachelor at that.   I’m not the knight you seek.   She will find a proper suitor in Killarney.”
“But none as perfect for her as you, Kieran. I know not why I did not see it before. It’s time you settle down – marry and have kids.   My Kaitlin is a beauty and a good match. She needs you to take her in hand and keep her in check.”
Kieran wanted to knock some sense into his friend, but in truth, he’d found himself dreaming of the naughty lass often the last year.   It had not, however, been of her at their marriage altar, but of her naked on her knees before him, his hands knotted through her long locks pulling her open mouth to his cock.
He shook the thoughts of her kinky kisses from his mind. “Nay, Kaitlin deserves a better man than I. I’ll see her safely to Killarney as I’ve promised and no more.”
The disappointment in his friend’s eyes kicked his conscience, but he reminded himself it was for the best.
An hour later, the party took off on their journey, Kaitlin complaining in the carriage while Kieran took the lead on horseback for their small traveling party.   They were only a few dozen kilometers into the trip when a shriek was heard from inside the carriage.   Kieran rushed back to investigate and arrived just as the door to the carriage swung open and an agitated Kaitlin emerged waiting for someone to assist her to the ground.
When the driver did not move fast enough, she knocked on the open door to get his attention. “Hello – kind sir, I’m waiting.” The words may have been polite, but the tone used kept her impatience obvious.
Kieran pulled his steed next to her. “May I ask what is the cause of our delay, Miss Kaitlin?”
“I forgot the key to my knitting case in my trunk. I simply must retrieve the key if I am to be forced to travel in this boring carriage instead of riding astride Killian.”
“We settled this back at your father’s keep. You are a lady and as such, will ride in the carriage where I know you are safe.”
“I am an excellent equestrian, Sir Kieran. In fact I am better at riding than I am at knitting.” The impatient crossing of her arms across her ample breasts kicked Kieran’s libido into high gear as she taunted him.
“That may be, but Lord Karrington has turned your care over to me and therefore I will decide what you will and won’t do until you are safely delivered to your kin.   Now, get your keister back inside so we can continue on our journey.”
Her look of surprised indignation at being told no for the first time kindled his smoldering desire to take her in hand.   He never should have agreed to this favor for Keagan. The longer his naughty charge stared at him expectantly, the harder it became to kill the thoughts of punishing her bare bottom until it was a kermes red.
“You are a real killjoy, you know that? I demand you let me ride Killian this instant.”
“You demand, Kaitlin?   I have news for you, kitten.   I’m not your father who is going to knuckle under to your every whim.”
“How dare you call me your kitten! That is highly improper and I’m going to inform my uncle the minute we arrive in Killarney that you overstepped your authority.”
“Seriously? By simply using a term of endearment for a young woman whom I’ve known her entire life–who I’ve watched grow from an adorable and charming girl into a snotty, obnoxious woman who is in sore need of a good…”
Kaitlin cut him off. “Why I never… Sir Kieran I demand you return me to my father at once so I may report to him your heavy-handed treatment.”
“Oh kitten, you have no idea how heavy my hand really is and it’s itching right now to show you exactly how I want to handle you.”
The blush creeping into her cheeks told Kieran she knew exactly what he was threatening.   He watched her carefully as she began to knead her hands subconsciously.
Sir Kieran was experienced in the ways of sexual power exchange games, demanding partners who would knuckle under to his dominance, yet he had never cared to play the same games outside of the bedroom.   That changed in that long minute when he pinned her with a keen stare and he watched the beauty grappling with her temptation to submit.   A desire to make Kaitlin his own consumed the knight.
He saw the knowing mischief in her eyes before she opened her mouth to intentionally goad him. “You wouldn’t dare, Sir Kieran.”
He grinned, “Oh kitten, it’s time you learned I never turn down a dare.”
It felt like divine karma when he dismounted his own horse to stride and pluck a screeching Kaitlin from the steps of the carriage and throw her over his shoulder. It was time the little hellion learned a lesson in being a lady and she was going to learn it across his knee.
He spotted the nearby downed oak that offered the perfect bench for the knight to deliver the first punishment to the bare bottom of his future wife. She struggled wildly to free herself from his iron grip, which only kindled his desire to tame her.   A half-dozen well-placed smacks to her clothed ass immediately kept her quiet.
She was draped over his left knee, her head near the ground on one side.   He took a deep breath and lifted the heavy skirt of her gown over her back to expose her knickers.   Kieran snuck his fingers into the slit of her drawers to caress her bare bottom first.   He’d half expected her to kick him away, but was encouraged by her embarrassed groan.
Before he lost himself in her beauty, he proceeded with what he knew needed to be done first and foremost in their relationship.   He pulled her drawers open to bare her bottom to his eyes for the first time, locking his right leg over her own legs to keep her from kicking as he got started.
“Now, kitten, you are about to get your first lesson in how I will be handling you should you continue to act the shrew.   You are a beautiful, intelligent woman who I am certain knows that you’ve been acting like a spoiled brat. I expect it will take you some time to learn to curb your sharp tongue to be the kind wife I know you can be.   Lucky for you, I’m going to enjoy these lessons over my knee almost as much as you’re going to hate them.”
Kaitlin craned her neck to peer up at him from below, a hunger in her eyes he hadn’t expected. “Did you say your wife, Sir Kieran?”
“I did, kitten, if you’ll have me.”   When she didn’t answer, Kieran added, “Perhaps you’d better wait to answer until I’m finished with the lesson.”
His hand kneaded her bare ass before bringing his palm down hard. Once he started, he found it easy to keep up the discipline session.   The feel of her milky skin warming under his hand was like a powder keg for him, igniting his desire to consume her in every way possible. The more she struggled to escape, the tighter Kieran held her and he knew she had to feel his rock hard erection growing under her.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed the staff and guards who had been traveling with them to Killarney gathered a respectable distance away to witness their mistress receiving the long overdue spanking.   He couldn’t help but smile when he suspected his friend Lord Karrington had known all along what he was doing when he’d asked Kieran to accompany his daughter on her trip.   He should feel manipulated, but he knew he had needed the knock upside the head to help him wake up to the rare opportunity.
Only when Kaitlin lay limp in her submission, crying out her apologies did he halt her lesson. He lightly caressed her now blistered globes with his knuckles, enjoying her cooing as she calmed.
He helped her right herself, sitting her on the same knee she’d been across before wrapping her in his arms to let her cry on his shoulder. He delivered kisses to her forehead as he pulled the kerchief from his pocket to help her dry the tears from her flushed cheeks.
When she peeked up at him through her thick lashes, he brought his lips to hers in a chaste kiss, forcing himself to kick down his lust.
Placing his knuckle under her chin to raise her to face him, he addressed her rather nervously. “Now I’ll ask again, Kaitlin.   Knowing how I’ll be taking you in hand, will you marry me?”
She faltered, “I need to know… if I say yes… you mean you’ll do that again?”
He grinned. “That was a spanking, and yes kitten, I suspect I’ll do that probably every day in the beginning until you learn I’m not going to put up with your shenanigans. The question is, Kaitlin, can you live with that?”
He hated how vulnerable he suddenly felt knowing his future was in her hands. Kieran knew her father could force her into the match and she’d have no say in the matter.   But the knot in his stomach was confirmation of how important it was to him that Kaitlin came to him voluntarily in spite of, or perhaps because of, the discipline he’d demand.
It was Kaitlin’s turn to grin, a playful smile he hoped to see every day in her eyes. “Sir Kieran, I really am a great equestrian. I demand….”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence, capturing her lips in the kind of heated kiss a husband claims of his bride.
*****
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