Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He is being so nice, so reasonable, so… Absolutely fucking in control no matter what I do.
He is defining my reality around me. He’s not letting me make any choices about anything. He wanted to take me on this ship, so he took me. He wanted to train me, so he’s training me.
I have been captured.
And I can’t even rebel. I don’t even get the satisfaction of calling him my captor, because he’s just so nice.
“I can feel you winding yourself up, pet,” he says. “Take a breath and…”
I kick him in his big blue shin, which is what everybody should do to everybody who tells them that they’re winding themselves up.
“I see,” he says. “You want to be handled more firmly.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t,” he says. “You showed it.”
He zips my suit down, peels it until my upper body and ass are exposed, but leaves the lower part around my legs, and tosses me over his lap and sets about smacking my ass until I start to cry out for mercy.
His big, blue hand lands on my cheeks over and over, dozens of times. I feel heat and shame all at once, and then I start to melt into the punishment. I am getting what I wanted and needed, even though I’d deny it if he accused me of wanting it.
“I can be rough with you if you like, pet,” he growls. “I can make your ass hurt if it needs to.”
I thrill to his harsh touch and his rougher voice. It is easier to take somehow, simpler to submit to. Much harder to resist, too. Every time he spanks me, I am jolted into submission. I am reminded that he is bigger than me, stronger than me, that his mind is capable of things I cannot even conceive of. In trying to resist him, I am trying to resist something bigger than me in absolutely every way.
He spanks me until tears start to form in my eyes, showing me no mercy. The kindness that was washing through me when I first obeyed is gone now, and in its place is heat and discipline.
* * *
Freak
Pity that she needs so much physical correction, I suppose, but I can’t help enjoying the process of spanking my pet. Her generously proportioned rear is deliciously set up for it. She has much soft padding and lovely curves, and the way her hips squirm and her flesh bounces makes me incredibly aroused.
I feel her soften under the harsh slapping of my palm. I can feel the sensations she is experiencing, including the way her body is alchemizing what should be pain into something much more intimate.
My little pet likes to be punished. I might even go so far as to say that she needs it. She is responding to my discipline like a man dying of thirst getting his first sips of water. I can feel the physical relief coursing through her, along with an undertone of arousal.
I could subdue her by soft degrees, but this is what she prefers, and what she needs.
When her ass is red and her tears are flowing, I put her on her knees on the floor in front of me. I do not ask her to take the position, and I do not order her to stay in it. If she moves, she will be spanked again. I do not tell her that either. I want her to anticipate it.
She stays in position this time, her entire posture far more settled and submissive than it was before. She’s not wriggling now, not confused or trying to test me. There’s no energy left to rebel.
“Look at me, pet,” I say.
She looks up, and the expression in her tearstained eyes makes me instantly hard. To think that some idiot clan of humans decided to sacrifice her…
“Does your ass hurt?”
“Yes,” she sniffs.
“Good,” I tell her. “That is what is going to happen each and every time you question me. If you think to disobey me, it will be worse, do you understand?”
She whimpers, and looks almost afraid, but I can also sense the security she is feeling now that things are clear.
“Yes,” she mumbles.
“Good,” I say. “Now bend over the bed. I want to fuck you.”
She blushes, but does as she is told, putting herself into position. Her pussy is soaked with need. Every time I spanked her, I put a little more arousal into her. She is dripping with it now, and when I push my cock inside that hot, tight chalice between her thighs, I feel instant connection with the most primal and beautifully human part of her.
I grip her hair in my fist and keep her right where I want her as I give her a series of rough, intense thrusts designed to pleasure both of us and further put her in her place. Her pussy is tender from our first fucking, but that is a good thing. A little pain is good for a girl like this. Her body knows how to modify it into a sexual energy that brings her closer to orgasm.