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No, something else—excitement? More likely lust. Her clitoris buzzed, wired to respond to the presence of an attractive man, and the silly organ continued to betray her true desires.
“Elbows down,” he said softly.
She bent lower and rested on her forearms. Her bottom had lifted higher than her shoulders. She breathed on the desk and a misty haze formed on the surface hiding her reflection.
“Legs apart.”
He delivered the command in a firmer voice. She needed it. Showing him her cleft, the bare lips of her sex, took more courage. She slid her feet sideways.
“Good,” he murmured.
A wave of goosebumps tingled down her back and legs. Why did it matter that he was pleased? This was his demand—this spanking, his choice of punishment—she’d not initiated any of it. However, his enforcement of the ‘be good’ command was working. She spread her legs wider and offered him a better view.
“A few with my hand, then,” he moved closer, “I’ll punish you properly.”
Properly! What the hell did that mean?
He rested his hand on the base of her spine, steadying her as her legs began to shake. She gritted her teeth and all the muscles in her body locked solid.
The smack rebounded around the room, unlike the acute smart of his spank—a brief sting on her left buttock, then gone.
“Try not to tense up. It won’t help you.”
She nearly snapped at him, but didn’t. She smirked to herself. He had the upper hand in this, not her.
The governor was precise. He landed his steely palm right on the tight curve of her raised globe, where the skin was drawn tight and smooth.
“Tell me, Freya. Did your friend force you to go to that den?” he asked the question before delivering a slap on the other cheek.
“No, sir. I suggested it.” She flinched. The third smack had come swiftly after the second.
“What did they think of your idea?” He swiped her bottom again, harder. Much harder.
Freya screwed up her eyes. So far, she’d managed to keep still, but for how much longer?
“It was a bad idea. Risky.” Saying it, confessing her own stupidity, had sealed her fate.
Marco tut-tutted. “I’m not punishing you for helping a friend. I’m punishing you for your impulsive lack of care.” A volley of smacks landed in quick succession to accompany his words.
She dredged up her excuses. “I just thought… I could make a difference.”
“Like your spying? Discovering the secrets of terraforming, so you could save your fellow humans?”
“Yes,” she finally snapped. “What’s wrong with serving your planet?”
“Sir. Remember to be respectful.” He emphasized his correction with a round of smacks, whipping his hand back and forth between each cheek. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. It’s admirable. However, here, on this ghastly hell-hole, your number one priority is your safety, Freya. Look after yourself and you’ll serve me.”
During his spanking he punctuated his words with slaps before ceasing and then rubbing circles around her flaming cheeks. The heat was resilient and the soreness lingered longer and longer after each set of spanks. However, she guessed this spanking wasn’t the full-on version she’d anticipated.
“Serve you?” she murmured. How? What was he alluding to? “Spy for you, down there?”
“Gracious, no,” he guffawed. “That would be dangerous, quite the contrary. I have something else in mind. We’ll discuss that when your punishment is complete.”
He strolled around the desk and she watched him, lifting her chin and tilting her head to one side. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. His shirt shimmered as the satin-like cloth reflected the sun rays. Reaching a bank of drawers, he pressed the release mechanism and one of them sprang open.
He fished inside the compartment. “I had a few things brought from Earth. There are no animals on Tagra. Insects and reptiles, but no mammals. Consequently, no fur, not that you need
“Elbows down,” he said softly.
She bent lower and rested on her forearms. Her bottom had lifted higher than her shoulders. She breathed on the desk and a misty haze formed on the surface hiding her reflection.
“Legs apart.”
He delivered the command in a firmer voice. She needed it. Showing him her cleft, the bare lips of her sex, took more courage. She slid her feet sideways.
“Good,” he murmured.
A wave of goosebumps tingled down her back and legs. Why did it matter that he was pleased? This was his demand—this spanking, his choice of punishment—she’d not initiated any of it. However, his enforcement of the ‘be good’ command was working. She spread her legs wider and offered him a better view.
“A few with my hand, then,” he moved closer, “I’ll punish you properly.”
Properly! What the hell did that mean?
He rested his hand on the base of her spine, steadying her as her legs began to shake. She gritted her teeth and all the muscles in her body locked solid.
The smack rebounded around the room, unlike the acute smart of his spank—a brief sting on her left buttock, then gone.
“Try not to tense up. It won’t help you.”
She nearly snapped at him, but didn’t. She smirked to herself. He had the upper hand in this, not her.
The governor was precise. He landed his steely palm right on the tight curve of her raised globe, where the skin was drawn tight and smooth.
“Tell me, Freya. Did your friend force you to go to that den?” he asked the question before delivering a slap on the other cheek.
“No, sir. I suggested it.” She flinched. The third smack had come swiftly after the second.
“What did they think of your idea?” He swiped her bottom again, harder. Much harder.
Freya screwed up her eyes. So far, she’d managed to keep still, but for how much longer?
“It was a bad idea. Risky.” Saying it, confessing her own stupidity, had sealed her fate.
Marco tut-tutted. “I’m not punishing you for helping a friend. I’m punishing you for your impulsive lack of care.” A volley of smacks landed in quick succession to accompany his words.
She dredged up her excuses. “I just thought… I could make a difference.”
“Like your spying? Discovering the secrets of terraforming, so you could save your fellow humans?”
“Yes,” she finally snapped. “What’s wrong with serving your planet?”
“Sir. Remember to be respectful.” He emphasized his correction with a round of smacks, whipping his hand back and forth between each cheek. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. It’s admirable. However, here, on this ghastly hell-hole, your number one priority is your safety, Freya. Look after yourself and you’ll serve me.”
During his spanking he punctuated his words with slaps before ceasing and then rubbing circles around her flaming cheeks. The heat was resilient and the soreness lingered longer and longer after each set of spanks. However, she guessed this spanking wasn’t the full-on version she’d anticipated.
“Serve you?” she murmured. How? What was he alluding to? “Spy for you, down there?”
“Gracious, no,” he guffawed. “That would be dangerous, quite the contrary. I have something else in mind. We’ll discuss that when your punishment is complete.”
He strolled around the desk and she watched him, lifting her chin and tilting her head to one side. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. His shirt shimmered as the satin-like cloth reflected the sun rays. Reaching a bank of drawers, he pressed the release mechanism and one of them sprang open.
He fished inside the compartment. “I had a few things brought from Earth. There are no animals on Tagra. Insects and reptiles, but no mammals. Consequently, no fur, not that you need
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