Aug 12, 2026 · 55 min · 8 segments
All Charlie wants is to be left alone with his dragons. However, building a one-of-a-kind hatchery to breed and care for endangered whelps costs a pretty galleon. Enter Pansy Parkinson. Event planner…
They looked amazing, but they were far from practical.
However, they'd served their purpose in riling up the beast exiting the flue, right behind her.
She gasped as Charlie bent over to lift her off the ground, slinging her over his shoulder in one effortless motion.
Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh as she yelped in surprise.
"'Charlie, what in the devil do you think you're doing?' she screeched indignantly, through the short curtain of dark hair hanging around her face.
"'Put me down!' I'm doing exactly what I said I would.
He stalked through her flat toward her bedroom, but didn't heed her request.
Do you remember what happened after the gala? How you begged? Well, that was tame in comparison to what I have planned for you tonight.
Her mind spun, both from the blood rushing to her head and his words.
Pansy trusted him without hesitation, but she'd never seen him this worked up before.
This whole brutish caveman thing was definitely doing something for her.
If this worked out in her favour, then she might never wear knickers again.
Instead of setting her down once they'd reached her bedroom, Charlie sat on the edge of the bed with her, still over his shoulder.
Pansy waited for him to release her, but when she squirmed in his grasp, he clasped one rough hand around her thigh, while the other one smacked her arse.
Hard.
She gasped.
"'Charlie!' If you want to be a brat, sweetheart, then you have to endure the punishment that comes with it.
Tell me to stop right now if this isn't what you want.
Otherwise, this delectable arse is getting the spanking it deserves.
He punctuated his words with a firm squeeze and another slap that had her biting back a gasp.
Pansy moaned, unable to control the sound or even attempt to form any coherent words, her tongue feeling like she'd eaten an entire tin of tun-tun toffee.
His words had ignited a fire in her that caught her completely off guard, and she suddenly needed this punishment more than anything else in the world.
She squirmed again, this time not even trying to escape his hold.
Pansy needed his touch, and thought she might explode if she didn't get it.
Hmm.
They looked amazing, but they were far from practical.
However, they'd served their purpose in riling up the beast exiting the flue, right behind her.
She gasped as Charlie bent over to lift her off the ground, slinging her over his shoulder in one effortless motion.
Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh as she yelped in surprise.
"'Charlie, what in the devil do you think you're doing?' she screeched indignantly, through the short curtain of dark hair hanging around her face.
"'Put me down!' I'm doing exactly what I said I would.
He stalked through her flat toward her bedroom, but didn't heed her request.
Do you remember what happened after the gala? How you begged? Well, that was tame in comparison to what I have planned for you tonight.
Her mind spun, both from the blood rushing to her head and his words.
Pansy trusted him without hesitation, but she'd never seen him this worked up before.
This whole brutish caveman thing was definitely doing something for her.
If this worked out in her favour, then she might never wear knickers again.
Instead of setting her down once they'd reached her bedroom, Charlie sat on the edge of the bed with her, still over his shoulder.
Pansy waited for him to release her, but when she squirmed in his grasp, he clasped one rough hand around her thigh, while the other one smacked her arse.
Hard.
She gasped.
"'Charlie!' If you want to be a brat, sweetheart, then you have to endure the punishment that comes with it.
Tell me to stop right now if this isn't what you want.
Otherwise, this delectable arse is getting the spanking it deserves.
He punctuated his words with a firm squeeze and another slap that had her biting back a gasp.
Pansy moaned, unable to control the sound or even attempt to form any coherent words, her tongue feeling like she'd eaten an entire tin of tun-tun toffee.
His words had ignited a fire in her that caught her completely off guard, and she suddenly needed this punishment more than anything else in the world.
She squirmed again, this time not even trying to escape his hold.
Pansy needed his touch, and thought she might explode if she didn't get it.
Hmm.
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