Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
We’re both breathing hard.
“Don’t spank me too hard. I don’t deserve it.” How did my voice get so husky?
“You deserve every vecking spank I’m about to lay on your pretty ass,” he retorts. “And more. Consider yourself lucky that I’m a lenient master.”
With that, he brings the strap down across my ass cheeks.
“Ouch.” I gasp. It’s hard, fierce, like a line of bee stings. “That hurts.”
“Yes.” He does it again.
I dance from foot to foot. This isn’t nearly so sexy as when he slapped with his hand. “Tarek, I said ouch.”
He spanks again, right at my sit spots, and I pull hard to get away, but his other arm—the one not spanking me, is like iron. He holds me in place. “Let's discuss why I’m doing this.” He spanks again, in the same spot.
Being naked, him spanking me, is an incredible turn on but it hurts more than I expected. “But it hurts more than last time!” I struggle again, in vain.
“As it should, because your behavior,” he spanks me again, “has degraded. First, when we are in formal training, you are to treat me with the respect due to a commanding officer. You do not grab me or demand results.”
He drops the strap and uses his hand to land a flurry of spanks across both cheeks. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.” But I think about the expression on his face when I hung off his arm, shocked and surprised—and pleased—and angry all at once, and I’m pretty sure I’m lying. Because if I can get that kind of personal reaction I’d do it over and over again.
“You also brought a young into the dome without permission.” He continues spanking with his hand. I’m grateful for this, although his hand is barely less punishing than the strap. Maybe it’s worse… but I love the feel of his palm on my skin, even if he’s reddening my ass with each brief contact.
“But you said it was okay.” I stamp my feet at the burn that’s beginning to rise up on my body.
“After the fact. It’s disrespectful to make that kind of decision without permission, not just to me, but to the captain and any other trainees. And potentially dangerous for the young, as well.”
Now he sounds serious. And I have a twinge of genuine remorse. He’s right. A training dome is no place for a young, not ordinarily.
“There could have been dangerous equipment around. He could have hurt himself. Or damaged important things. Domes are not child-proofed, Zina. You know that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“The strap again, and here comes your fifteen.”
“But you already did…”
“Now it’s twenty. Quiet.”
“But I…”
“Twenty-one.”
I bite back my retort. As hot as it might be in theory, when he’s making demands, I get angry and defensive.
He raises his arm. “One.”
The strap comes down hard. I cry out and squirm.
“Stop fighting me and lift up your ass for the next one. And say, thank you.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Too bad.” The strap stings my ass again and again. “These don’t count until I hear a genuine response, Zina.”
“Thank you!” I cry out, as my entire ass throbs. Stick my hips up. “Here, I did it.”
“Was that so hard?” He chuckles. “This will be hard, though.”
Now he’s using his hand again, spanking my upper thighs.
After a while, I don’t know the count and I’ve lost track of time. I’m sweaty and needy and my ass is killing me, and I swear I’m so wet between the legs that I must be dripping onto the floor.
“Tarek, stop,” I whisper.
“You learned your lesson?” He spanks me once, but lightly—almost a tap, then runs his hand over my sensitive skin.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“What lesson did you learn?”
I’m supposed to say, I won’t question your authority. I won’t bring young into the dome without prior permission. But what’s really sunk into my mind is that he wants me as badly as I want him.
“Kiss me,” I mumble, and a split second later he’s pulled me up into his arms and his lips are on mine, hungry. Demanding. Devouring.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all I’ve got. Bite his lip once, then harder.
“Veck,” he growls, and reaches down to squeeze my sore ass. “Yeah, bite me hard, little human.”
I bite down again and he runs his nails over my ass, making me whimper—but I love it. I absolutely love it. The pain mixes with the growing need in my pussy and makes my desire burn so hot I’m shaking with it.
“I need you,” I whimper. “Please.” My breath comes in uneven gasps. I shift my thighs wider, as if he didn’t already know where. What I want. “Tarek.”
“You’re going to obey me,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath making my insides liquefy.
“Yes, every planet rotation, always.” I’m ready to say anything to feel his cock inside me.