tight ring. She gasped and tried to relax, though it soon proved impossible. Without missing a beat, Merokk moved in and out of her asshole, fucking her shy entrance with his huge finger. Remorse welled up inside Fiona as she accepted this unusual punishment. She’d expected a spanking and nothing more. But Merokk had unique methods of asserting his authority over her, and this was no doubt one of them. Her face heated as she imagined what she must look like, bent over her husband’s knee with her thighs spread as he chastised her by taking her bottom hole like this. The thrusts quickened, and he began to scold her again, driving home this part of the lesson.
Fiona’s teeth dug into her bottom lip as the lump in her throat burned larger and larger. A heavy sense of shame surged through her as she realized the error of her ways. She’d disobeyed Merokk—her husband. Knowing he was disappointed in her because of her bad behavior tore her down. She was beyond ashamed. Craving absolution, she surrendered her will to him, relaxing her body and accepting every thrust of his finger as due punishment. Each time he scolded her, a new wave of humiliation swept over her. Just as she lost all sense of time and place, his digit pulled out of her ass, and he stroked the flesh on her bottom globes.
“I’m going to spank you now, Betsy, and it’s going to hurt. I’m not doing this to be cruel. I’m your husband and I care about you. There’s a reason behind every rule I give you, and most of these rules are in place to protect you. If you disobey, you will be punished and, hopefully, learn something from the lesson. Never leave the house without me or Rentzaq again.”
His caressing hand left her bottom and— smack! He spanked fast and hard, barely giving Fiona a chance to catch her breath in between blows. Her poor bottom burned like an inferno, and the pain increased exponentially with each calculated smack. He covered both her ass cheeks and worked the back of her upper thighs over with a stream of stinging slaps. This was different from the previous times he’d warmed her bottom during sex. Scorching tears flowed from her eyes as the weight of her misdeeds descended into her conscious with roaring speed. She’d disobeyed one little rule, and her world had come crashing down. Dammit, Merokk didn’t even know her real name. She’d lied and continued to lie every day to a man she was growing to love, a man who cared about her enough to keep her safe and administer punishment when she deserved it.
Pain consumed her inside and out. She made silent promises to mind Merokk’s rules, even the ones she didn’t agree with. Just as she was about to lose her mind and plead with him to stop, the spanking ended.
“It’s over, little one.”
His words drew her back to reality, but she couldn’t stop the flow of her stupid tears. Dammit, she’d only cried a few times in her life before she’d met him. He brought her up in his lap, cradling her and kissing away her tears. She held on to him for dear life, praying he’d never find out her real name and praying he’d still want her if he did.
“Shh. Don’t cry.” He rubbed her back and buried his face in her hair. When she finally calmed down, he pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. “I would be devastated if something bad happened to you. You’re my whole world, little one.”
Chapter Six
Weeks flew by and Merokk fell into a comfortable routine. The ambassador position consisted of boring meetings with Earth officials he usually didn’t need to be present for, so Merokk kept busy by supervising the selection of Kall warriors who would remain on the military base in Virginia. Often he’d fly down for the day and train with his people. It kept his body and mind sharp, and the daylong absences from Betsy seemed to strengthen their growing relationship. Her excitement at seeing him after hours away warmed his heart. Often she ran up to him and
Fiona’s teeth dug into her bottom lip as the lump in her throat burned larger and larger. A heavy sense of shame surged through her as she realized the error of her ways. She’d disobeyed Merokk—her husband. Knowing he was disappointed in her because of her bad behavior tore her down. She was beyond ashamed. Craving absolution, she surrendered her will to him, relaxing her body and accepting every thrust of his finger as due punishment. Each time he scolded her, a new wave of humiliation swept over her. Just as she lost all sense of time and place, his digit pulled out of her ass, and he stroked the flesh on her bottom globes.
“I’m going to spank you now, Betsy, and it’s going to hurt. I’m not doing this to be cruel. I’m your husband and I care about you. There’s a reason behind every rule I give you, and most of these rules are in place to protect you. If you disobey, you will be punished and, hopefully, learn something from the lesson. Never leave the house without me or Rentzaq again.”
His caressing hand left her bottom and— smack! He spanked fast and hard, barely giving Fiona a chance to catch her breath in between blows. Her poor bottom burned like an inferno, and the pain increased exponentially with each calculated smack. He covered both her ass cheeks and worked the back of her upper thighs over with a stream of stinging slaps. This was different from the previous times he’d warmed her bottom during sex. Scorching tears flowed from her eyes as the weight of her misdeeds descended into her conscious with roaring speed. She’d disobeyed one little rule, and her world had come crashing down. Dammit, Merokk didn’t even know her real name. She’d lied and continued to lie every day to a man she was growing to love, a man who cared about her enough to keep her safe and administer punishment when she deserved it.
Pain consumed her inside and out. She made silent promises to mind Merokk’s rules, even the ones she didn’t agree with. Just as she was about to lose her mind and plead with him to stop, the spanking ended.
“It’s over, little one.”
His words drew her back to reality, but she couldn’t stop the flow of her stupid tears. Dammit, she’d only cried a few times in her life before she’d met him. He brought her up in his lap, cradling her and kissing away her tears. She held on to him for dear life, praying he’d never find out her real name and praying he’d still want her if he did.
“Shh. Don’t cry.” He rubbed her back and buried his face in her hair. When she finally calmed down, he pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. “I would be devastated if something bad happened to you. You’re my whole world, little one.”
Chapter Six
Weeks flew by and Merokk fell into a comfortable routine. The ambassador position consisted of boring meetings with Earth officials he usually didn’t need to be present for, so Merokk kept busy by supervising the selection of Kall warriors who would remain on the military base in Virginia. Often he’d fly down for the day and train with his people. It kept his body and mind sharp, and the daylong absences from Betsy seemed to strengthen their growing relationship. Her excitement at seeing him after hours away warmed his heart. Often she ran up to him and
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