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she noticed that General Bron’s touch was rough. She could feel his power, his irritation. And those two things combined made Phaedra feel very small.
    Think! Her mind screamed the word. There has to be some way out of this! But she knew there was not. If she ran, it would be useless since she couldn’t breathe the air.
    You can fight back. Resist. But she’d already been spanked nearly raw for passively resisting. If she actively struck him, what would he do?
    Phaedra dropped her hand to her thigh and pinched, childishly praying as she did that this was all just a dream and that she’d wake up. But there was no escape from her reality, and as the pod pulled up and locked onto the entrance of Bron’s huge edifice, she knew whatever he had planned could not be avoided.
    As they entered, even Jollin seemed to know his master was in no mood to be disturbed. He all but melted into the background as the general walked in with his pet reluctantly in tow. Phaedra did not ask where he was taking her, but knew it was not to her quarters. And she did not have to ask moments later where she was. There was no mistaking Bron’s private bedchamber. The furnishings were all Traoian—heavy, imposing, with lots of odd carvings and fabrics in colors that did not exist on Earth’s spectrum.
    His bed was huge and high, and before she knew it, General Bron was picking her up and depositing Phaedra on top. She rose up on all fours, backing away from him to the edge, but did not go any further; it was quite a drop.
    She looked back, her eyes big and fearful. And she knew she must present the very image of an owned thing, crouched there as she was on all fours with her breasts exposed and her ass barely covered by the short, sheer skirt. She was bare underneath, save for the little gold cap covering her clit. As she watched, Bron shed his thin metal breastplate. His chest was bare and broad as he stood there only in his tight trousers, his cock visibly straining.
    He grabbed the leash, jerking her forward so that she was splayed on the mattress. Then he joined her there, saying nothing as he held her down while his fingers undid the straps of the harness. Phaedra was naked when he flipped her over onto her back and deftly snapped two cuffs onto her slim wrists. He attached the cuffs to a short leash on a swivel mount attached to the headboard. Only then did he remove the leash. For a moment, he stared down at her, saying nothing. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep, hard.
    “Today,” he said, “I teach you control.”
    Her heart was pounding. What did he mean? He was completely silent as he loomed over her, but then a finger dropped to her collarbone and trailed lightly down her skin, and something in so light a touch from so huge a man caused a shudder to run through Phaedra’s small body. When that finger reached her breast, the tip of it circled the areola, sending tiny goosebumps of flesh on her skin and causing her nipple to harden almost painfully.
    She could feel the wetness starting to form between her legs as his finger now circled the other nipple. Phaedra scrunched her eyes shut tight and squeezed her thighs together, as if that could stop the throbbing of her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she could see Bron looking down at those clamped thighs, and when he dragged his gaze up to hers, she could tell he knew her body was already betraying her. The corner of his mouth was curved up in a knowing smirk, and at that moment Phaedra’s anger flared.
    “No!” She began to pull against the restraints, to kick her legs, to arch away from Bron while calling him every vile name she could think of. And he—the beast!—was perfectly calm as he raised her legs high and held them as he began to spank her with hard, heavy blows.
    “Owwww!” Her first spanking had been over his lap. This was worse somehow; now on her back, she could see him restraining her legs, could see the sternness on his handsome features as he punished