Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Somehow I managed to make that plan in the six or seven steps it took me to get to the other end of the room. I reached out for the doorknob, ready to turn it, pull, and then slip around onto the landing at the base of the stairs.
The door didn’t even have a knob. Its smooth, gray metal presented an absolutely featureless surface. In disbelief, I touched it where the knob should have been.
I should have known better by now. I heard the warning beep, and I felt the searing pain between my legs. I screamed and snatched my hand back, retreating a pace back into the room.
I felt my naked back press hard up against something warm, firm, and covered in fabric. Agent Delvik, right behind me. I tried to turn to face him, thinking I would plead with him, apologize, promise to keep my eyes on the ground.
His arm came around my waist, holding me tightly against him, and he started to drag me towards the table as if I weighed nothing at all.
“No…” I sobbed. “No, please… sir, please…”
“That was very disappointing, my dear,” he said, his voice devoid of any strain from the effort of hauling me around and marching me on unwilling feet across the basement. “I’ll have to punish you for that foolishness before your inspection, and then punish you again afterwards for your conduct in your cage.”
CHAPTER 6
Chalondra
Agent Delvik manhandled me around the chair and over to the edge of the table. He flung me across it, facing the horrid cage. I tried to stand up, more out of sheer reflex than from any intention of defiance, but I felt his hand press down on my back, so firmly that I felt fixed there—pinned, like a fish skewered by a fishing spear.
Then I felt his other hand. I sensed him shifting his weight, though at first I had no idea why. I felt a strange puff of air against my bottom, and I heard a noise like the cracking of a tree branch.
Only at that point did the nerves in my backside catch up. I felt the sting of the spank at the same time I understood what he had done—and continued to do, because as my body began to react, way ahead of my brain, Agent Delvik kept spanking me, hard and fast.
I knew about it—about corporal punishment. The books we read in school, about the exploits of imperial officers, contained references to it, from time to time, as the sort of penalty officers occasionally had to mete out, in order to keep their men in line. Every time I had come across one of those passages, for reasons I had never understood and never wanted to understand, my face had gotten hot, and I had turned the page as quickly as I could.
I even knew that girls, in the old days, had received corporal punishment just as boys had. One ancient novel I had been allowed to read in my final year in school had a heroine who had feared the possibility she might be whipped or spanked for her misdeeds. Blushing furiously, I had looked the words up, and then slammed the dictionary shut when I understood.
“Stop!” I yelled. “Please… sir!”
It hadn’t felt as painful at first as I had supposed it would. As the agent kept bringing his hand down, very hard, in groups of three spanks, on my right bottom cheek then my left, then in the middle, though, the burning in my rear end started to make me frantic. I flailed with my arms, trying to reach back and grab him, somehow. I tried to kick with my legs but I found that he had thrust his right leg forward so that I only drove my chest harder into the hard plastic surface of the table.
After what might have been half a minute of this horrible, mortifying punishment, Agent Delvik began to speak over the continual crack of his palm against my bottom and my increasingly pitiful wails of pain. He had to raise his voice to make himself heard, but his tone remained very casual, as if spanking a young woman represented nothing unusual in the course of his work.
“As you’ve learned, my dear, I can cause you much more intense pain than this with the punisher, and you will of course be trained by means of the punisher from time to time. But the empire and the company are nothing if not respectful of tradition.”
The agony in my backside had reached such a height that I wondered if in fact the bursts of pain in my pussy from what the agent called the punisher actually could compare. I sobbed and screamed, my limbs still struggling despite the obvious futility of it. The hand on my back only pressed harder, keeping my bottom just where he wanted it so that he could deliver his terrible lesson.