Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

T essara

“Well done, Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, still applauding lightly. “Girls, please come stand in the center of the room, if you would, facing your guardians. Because of our new addition, in the person of Miss Tessara, introductions are necessary.”

I dropped my eyes in mortification as Dr. Porter continued. My cheeks burned hot with shame, knowing that these men were here to witness our punishment.

“Mr. Gamma, as you know, is the guardian of Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, his voice carrying easily through the room. “Mr. Blackwood is Miss Lydia’s guardian, and Mr. Thornton oversees Miss Elara.”

I kept my gaze fixed on the intricate pattern of the Persian rug beneath my feet, unable to meet the eyes of the men before us. The air in the room felt thick and heavy, charged with an energy that made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Porter continued, his tone grave, “I’m afraid it’s time for the girls’ whipping. They were caught engaging in forbidden self-pleasure last night, and such behavior cannot go uncorrected.”

At his words, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. My legs trembled, and I feared for a moment that I might faint. Beside me, I heard Elara’s sharp intake of breath and Lydia’s barely audible whimper.

“Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, causing me to lift my gaze slightly. “As you’re new to our ways, I’d like you to note our procedures carefully, so that next time I must punish you we may proceed expeditiously. This is how we correct willful behavior and instill proper discipline in young ladies at this academy.”

With that, he strode purposefully to the far side of the music room. I hadn’t paid much attention to that area before, focused as I had been on the grand piano. Now, I watched with growing trepidation as Dr. Porter approached a large object draped in dark velvet.

With a flourish, he pulled away the cover, revealing a piece of furniture that made my breath catch in my throat. It was a whipping horse—a sturdy, padded bench with straps attached at various points. I recognized it instantly, memories of similar devices used by the Vionians flooding back in a rush of fear and confused arousal.

This horse, however, was far more refined than anything I’d seen before. The wood was polished to a high sheen, the deep mahogany gleaming in the afternoon light. The padding was covered in rich, butter-soft leather dyed a deep burgundy. The straps were made of the same leather, each one fitted with a gleaming brass buckle.

It was, I realized with a start, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. The care and attention to detail that had gone into its construction spoke volumes about Prosperian attitudes toward discipline. This wasn’t just a tool for punishment—it was an instrument for molding young women into proper ladies, crafted with the same level of artistry as the piano I had just played.

Dr. Porter cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to him. His stern gaze swept over us, lingering on each girl in turn. “Given the seriousness of this offense,” he said, his voice low and grave, “and the need to impart a deep sense of shame, the girls will be whipped in the nude.”

I felt the blood drain from my face at his words. Whipped in the nude? My mind reeled, images of the brutal punishments I’d endured aboard the Conqueror of Bresla flashing through my mind.

My eyes went to Gamma’s handsome face. His serious expression told me that he endorsed Dr. Porter’s notions of discipline. I bit my lip, my forehead creasing as I remembered what he had told me, about teaching me. A thought rose in my mind, inexorably, sending an unwelcome jolt of excitement through my system.

I need to learn. I broke the rules, and I need to learn my lesson.

To my dismay, I felt the governor tingle between my thighs. Heat flooded into my cheeks as I remembered that Mrs. Porter had set it to seven, and yet the thought of this whipping had aroused me so much that the little sentinel had curbed my need.

Dr. Porter’s severe gaze met each of ours before he went on. “Now, as you all know, you have provided me with control over these naughty girls’ clothing. However, to further the lesson I intend to impart, I believe it would be most effective for the guardians themselves to remove the girls’ garments.”

My heart began to race, pounding so hard I was sure everyone in the room could hear it. The idea of being stripped naked in front of these men, in this elegant room with its high ceilings and ornate moldings, seemed far more mortifying than anything I’d experienced before.

The guardians stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of stern resolve and a sort of anticipation that sent my heart beating even faster. Gamma approached me, his blue skin seeming to glow in the afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. His intense gaze met mine, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—desire, perhaps, or pride—before his expression settled back into one of stern authority.

“Remember, Tessara,” he said softly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine, “this is for your own good. To help you become the woman I know you can be.”

With trembling fingers, I reached for the buttons of my dress, but Gamma gently pushed my hands away. “No, little one,” he murmured. “This is my task.”

His large hands moved to the magnetic clasps of my dress, and with a soft click, the fabric fell away, pooling at my feet in a whisper of blue cotton. I stood there in my camisole and my drawers, my chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths as Gamma’s gaze raked over my body.

Next to me, I could hear the rustle of fabric as Mr. Blackwood and Mr. Thornton similarly disrobed Lydia and Elara. The electric charge in the air in the room seemed to grow more intense, a potent mixture of shame, fear, and involuntary arousal that made me feel a little faint.

Gamma’s fingers brushed against my skin as he reached for the clasp of my camisole. With a subtle gesture, he activated the magnetic release, causing the delicate fabric to loosen. I felt the cool air of the room caress me as Gamma gently lifted the garment over my head, his movements slow and deliberate. The lacy material whispered across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I stood there, topless and trembling, my arms instinctively moving to cover my breasts.

“Arms at your sides, Tessara,” Gamma murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

Reluctantly, I lowered my arms, exposing myself fully to the room. I could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on me, causing my cheeks to burn with embarrassment. The tingle between my legs intensified, my governor working overtime to curb my shameful arousal.

Gamma’s large hands moved to the waistband of my drawers, his fingers finding the magnetic clasp with practiced ease. With a soft click, the fabric loosened, and I felt my last piece of clothing begin to slip down my legs. Time seemed to slow as the drawers descended, revealing the smooth cleft of my cunny areas to the assembled group. The soft cotton pooled around my ankles, leaving me completely naked.

I stood there, utterly bare, my skin prickling with a mixture of shame and an unwelcome excitement. My hands twitched at my sides, desperate to cover myself, but Gamma’s stern gaze kept them in place. I could hear the rustle of fabric and soft gasps from Lydia and Elara as they too were disrobed by their guardians.

My tummy flipped as I couldn’t help glancing at Lydia’s little bottom, to see that the stripes from Dr. Porter’s cane hadn’t vanished from her taut rear cheeks. They had turned a dull purple that made me wince at the thought of how it must hurt Lydia to sit down—and how my own bottom would hurt me, too, once the headmaster had caned me there.

Mrs. Porter moved efficiently around the room, gathering up our discarded clothing. The soft clink of hangers and rustle of fabric seemed unnaturally loud in the charged silence of the room. I watched, mortified, as she carefully folded my camisole and drawers, placing them on a nearby chair with the others.

Dr. Porter cleared his throat, drawing our attention. His stern gaze swept over our naked forms, his expression a mixture of disappointment and resolve. “Young ladies,” he began, his voice low and serious, “take a moment to consider how you’ve come to be in this position. Naked and awaiting punishment in front of your guardians and instructors.”

I felt my blush deepen, spreading down my neck and chest. The shame of standing there, completely revealed, was almost overwhelming. Yet beneath it, I could feel a confusing kind of excitement, my body betraying me with its response to the situation. Again I felt my governor at work, and the knowledge that Gamma could, if he wanted, see my helpless, mortifying arousal on his handheld made me want to sink into the floor.

“You find yourselves here,” Dr. Porter continued, “because you chose to indulge in forbidden pleasures. You allowed your baser instincts to override the self-control and modesty expected of proper Prosperian young ladies who will one day hopefully be wives.” His gaze lingered on each of us in turn, making me squirm under its intensity.

Dr. Porter paced slowly in front of us, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. The sound echoed in the hushed room, each step punctuating his words. “It is my sincere hope,” he said, his voice low and grave, “that you feel a great deal of shame in this moment.”

I felt my cheeks burn hotter at his words, the weight of his disapproval settling heavily on my bare shoulders. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my bare skin despite the heat of embarrassment that seemed to come and go in waves through my whole body.

“This shame,” Dr. Porter continued, pausing to look each of us in the eye, “is not merely a punishment. It is a tool, a safeguard against future transgressions.” Once again, I felt the intensity of his gaze. “I trust that the mortification you feel now, standing naked before your guardians and instructors, will serve as a powerful deterrent. That it will prevent you from renewing the lewd misconduct that has brought you to this point.”

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked steadily, each second stretching into an eternity as we stood there, exposed and ashamed. The warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall windows seemed to highlight every curve and intimate feature of our bodies, leaving nowhere to hide.

Dr. Porter’s voice took on an even more severe tone, then. “My dear, though naughty, girls, I want you to understand this very clearly. The physical marks of the whipping I am about to deliver to your naughty bottoms will remain for some time, as will the pain you will so justly feel in the region of your body where you saw fit to misbehave so lewdly. When you sit at your desks or at a table you will feel my justice there. When you look at your young backsides in the mirror, or turn your eyes to your schoolmates’ posteriors when you prepare for bed, you will have a reminder of this lesson. Both the stripes from my cane and the soreness I impart will fade, however. It is my fervent hope, nevertheless, that the shame of having been whipped in the nude will remain.” He clasped his hands behind his back, his posture straight and commanding. “Let it be a constant companion, a voice in the back of your mind stopping you from indulging in such naughtiness again.”

I risked a glance at Gamma, seeing the stern set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. I had broken a rule, here where the man I loved had sent me specifically to learn the rules. The thought of disappointing him further made my heart ache.

“Now then,” Dr. Porter said, his tone becoming brisk and businesslike, “we shall proceed with the punishment.” He turned toward us, his gaze settling on the auburn-haired girl beside me. “Miss Elara will be whipped first.”

I heard Elara’s sharp intake of breath, saw her shoulders tense from the corner of my eye. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation and dread.

“You other girls,” Dr. Porter continued, “are to face the wall with your hands upon your heads. This position will serve as a reminder that your bodies are in the safekeeping of your instructors and your guardians, and that they will one day be the property of your husbands.”