The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Is it okay to call you if I have questions?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t even mind if you came to visit sometime, when you and Donald can take a vacation.”

“Lovely. Thank you. It’s been an experience I won’t forget.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you got pregnant.” They terminated their call.

We were heading back to the Bonifay’s for lunch, but Quinn ordered food so we wouldn’t impose too much on their hospitality. Since they knew Dani and I were submissives, Quinn put our leashes on when we got out of the car. The food had been recommended by Simone, and we were greeted rather warmly. More warmly than when we’d left last night, I thought, her parents were upset when Isabelle left with us.

“Thank you for sending Isabelle home last night,” Genevieve said. “My husband and I were worried she’d stay and end up having sex.”

“I wanted to question her about her aptitude for being a surrogate mother. I have to say I was less than impressed. Did she apologize to you both for being a spoiled brat when she got back?”

“No,” François said.

Quinn turned to Isabelle. “You must want your bare bottom to be spanked. What did I tell you when you left?”

“You told me I didn’t deserve to get fucked.”

“What else?”

“To apologize.”

“What else?”

“To do something to impress you.”

“So far, you haven’t done a damn thing to impress me. Get over here.”

“Why?”

“Don’t question me. Get over here.”

Isabelle slowly approached.

“Pull down your pants and get over my lap.” Her parents were stunned.

“No fucking way.”

Quinn snatched her hand, pulled her over his lap, and held her down while pulling her pants down. “I apologize again,” Quinn said to her parents. “I think you spared the rod a bit too much with this child.”

He proceeded to give her twenty good smacks to her bare ass, while she screamed obscenities at him. When he finished, he said, “Apologize to your parents.”

“Fuck you.”

Quinn gave her ten more swats.

“Apologize to your parents for being a willful, spoiled child, who doesn’t appreciate the life she’s been given.”

“Damn you to hell.”

She got ten more. “Apologize to your parents. I can do this all day, can you?”

“I’m sorry.”

Five more swats. “All of it.”

“I’m sorry for being a spoiled brat. I treated you like shit last night, and I shouldn’t have.”

Quinn pulled her pants up and let her stand.

“Was that so hard?” Quinn asked.

“This is assault, you know, I could have you arrested.”

Quinn turned to her parents again, then looked at all of the others in the room. “Did anyone here witness an assault, or is your daughter delusional again?”

Genevieve had put her hand over her mouth when Quinn was spanking Isabelle, but slowly put her hand down to reveal a smile behind it.

“Quite delusional,” she said. “I’ve been here the whole time, and didn’t witness a thing. François, did you witness anything which appeared to be an assault?”

“Not a thing.”

“Why are you taking his side instead of mine?” Isabelle asked.

“Because I apologized to them, both last night, and just now, before I spanked you.” Quinn said. “I didn’t have to be spanked to say I was sorry for my actions. You should learn to do the same. Simone is much better behaved than you. You should aspire to be more like her.”

Isabelle frowned. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“It’s supposed to. I wasn’t giving you love taps. What say we eat?”

“I can’t sit down,” Isabelle said.

“Then it was a good lesson,” Quinn said. “Thank you again Mr. and Mrs. Bonifay, for your hospitality.”

Quinn fed Dani and me again, still no fondling, damn it. I’d been aroused when he put Isabelle over his lap. Isabelle stood for half the meal, but sat down when she realized it wasn’t all that bad. She kept a close eye on Quinn, all through the meal.

François and Genevieve asked a lot of questions about Quinn’s job.

“It’s a little unsavory,” Quinn said. “Sometimes, people step outside of civilized society and do things to hurt everyone. I recently rounded up a rapist, and a thief. (Quinn had to say thief. He couldn’t say a wolf got a girl pregnant and revealed he was a wolf) I think the thief can be rehabilitated, but the rapist was caught after trying it again. His ending wasn’t so pleasant. It’s a pity, really.”

“What happened to him,” Katrina asked.

I knew Quinn couldn’t state the exact truth, but he said more than I expected.

“In the process of his capture, his cock and balls got removed. The way I looked at it, he’d only gotten jail the first time, and he was lucky. He’d left the woman he raped with a child she had to give up for adoption, so she lost a child, and a child never got to know his true mother. When he tried to rape someone again, he didn’t seem to me at all repentant, and he got injured in a way that might alter his behavior in the future. I’m sure most women can sympathize with the way it happened.”

“You did that to him yourself,” Robert said, “Judge, Jury and Executioner?”

“Not strictly. The woman he first raped and her husband helped decide the penalty, and he wasn’t executed, so he gets to be alive. He just doesn’t get to rape anyone again. You had a somewhat similar experience, didn’t you, Jessica?”

“You were raped?” Nina asked.

“Escaped that unpleasant fate with the help of Brigitte and another friend. Three men in a boat saw me sunbathing nude on private property one afternoon, and one of the men came sneaking back that night. He’d already raped four other women in the area. He was apprehended, and arrested for his attempted rape and the other four he’d committed. His two friends came back a couple days later to finish what their friend started. They ended up with broken ribs, broken arm, broken nose and a crushing blow to the testicles before they got arrested. All before I got pregnant, and didn’t feel so helpless. It’s kind of why Quinn, Nat and Daphne are along. To help protect five pregnant women and the children they carry, just like they did the other night.”

“It’s hard to believe that happened in Canada,” François said, “and near the capitol, too. We don’t usually get as much violence as you Americans do.”

“Violence is everywhere,” Quinn said. “Brigitte has been training everyone in self defense. It’s why Jessica ended up not raped, and her attacker with a broken nose and mangled balls. She actually threatened to slice my neck when I was being a fool.”

“What, because you spanked her?” Isabelle said, still huffy.

“Did she look like she didn’t enjoy her spanking last night?” Quinn laughed. “Just like you enjoyed your spanking this afternoon.”

Everyone was looking at her after Quinn’s announcement. “I did not!” Isabelle protested.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“You can lie to everyone else, but don’t lie to yourself,” Quinn said. “No, I was having a misunderstanding with Brigitte, and might have hurt her. Jessica set me straight. I made quite a few mistakes over the last few years, but I apologized to everyone for my mistakes, and they seem to have forgiven me for them. A good apology goes a long way. Another reason to cultivate the talent of learning how to say you’re sorry. Jessica wouldn’t be with me now, if I hadn’t convinced her how sorry I was. It was the best apology I ever made. Look what it’s got me.”

Genevieve suddenly nodded. “Ah, Jessica is the one you’d like to marry. Why does she refuse you? It’s obvious she loves you too.”

I couldn’t say he was going to live three times longer than I would, and I’d get old and die before he even looked old.

“I don’t think it’s fair to him that I’m going to be a baby factory. I’ve contracted to provide four children. It will be five years or more before I quit having other people’s children. I think he should find someone else who’s not obligated to rent out her womb. Besides, we’re too different.”

“How different can you be?” Genevieve asked. “He likes to be Dominant. You love being submissive. You’re the perfect match.”

“You don’t know how different we are,” I said. “The man is an animal.”

Quinn laughed. “It’s true. How many men would spank an unruly girl on her bare ass in her parents’ home?”

“I can’t think of a one,” François said, smiling.

“So, she’s right. I am an animal.”