Chapter 3 #3
“Oh, Raiza, I would highly recommend that you not test my patience right now. I haven’t even begun your punishment,” he warned, and my gaze jerked back to his. There was a cruel gleam in his eyes now that wasn’t there before, and a jolt of anxiety coursed through me.
With a hard swallow, I released my shoulders and lowered my hands, revealing my breasts to him as slowly as I dared.
“You look at me with hatred, little one, but your hard nipples tell me a different story,” he observed. He reached for me, cupping my breast and gliding his thumb on top of my hard sensitive bud. Raw sensation hurtled through me as I shivered before him.
I hadn’t expected his touch to feel that good. I didn’t want it to feel like that.
His hand traced along the edges of my panties as I struggled to contend with the traitorous desire coursing through my body. I should hate every second of this. He was my enemy.
For a very brief second, I allowed myself to relax enough to take a deep breath. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I expected. Maybe he would take what he wanted from my body, and I might even enjoy it.
This was just a defense mechanism. That’s all this was.
The women I’d heard getting fucked sometimes sounded like it hurt at first, but their moans had changed into ones of pleasure before too much time passed. Perhaps I could have something like that with Talyn.
But Talyn wasn’t human.
He fisted his hand and with it, pulled my panties roughly between my legs.
The folds of my pussy were trapped within the fabric, and he only jerked it tighter.
My underwear pinched me, and I cried out.
My fingers wrapped around his wrists. I tried to pull his hand away, but his strength was no match for me.
“You don’t ever get to cover yourself in front of me again,” he growled, and he ripped my panties from my body.
There was no preparing for the burning pain between my thighs and I cried out.
My thighs pressed together in self-defense, but that only seemed to heighten the grueling agony and I parted them at my first opportunity.
The only thing left for me to do was ride out the dizzying ache until it ebbed away into a gentler reminder of his ruthlessness.
I had no other choice.
“I understand,” I gasped, and he growled, the sound sinister and far more animalistic than I expected.
It almost seemed to reverberate into the marrow of my bones.
For a long moment, he circled me, looking up and down my body with a chilling reverence that aroused and terrified me at the same time.
He reached out and lightly pinched my nipple and I bit down on my lower lip.
He twisted it more firmly and I silenced a cry.
“Good. Now, I think it’s time I showed you what happens to disobedient human females in my city,” he rasped.
His arm wound around my waist, and he lifted me off the floor as though I weighed nothing at all. With swift intent, he sat down on the luxurious loveseat I’ve been admiring before and tossed me over his lap face down.
What the hell was happening right now?
I stared down at the creamy white fabric, marveling for a second at how clean it was before I remembered myself and tried to push myself off his lap.
His hand grasped my hip and pinned me back down.
I gasped with alarm, trying to figure out what sexual thing he could have planned for me.
Was there a way his alien form could mate this way?
His other hand caressed my bare bottom and I stilled.
“What are you doing?” I asked anxiously.
“I’m going to punish you,” he answered simply.
“How?” I finally managed to ask.
He chuckled and a coil of fear twisted tight inside my belly. Slowly, he patted my bottom and I stiffened with embarrassment as things started to fall into place.
He was going to spank me.
I kicked my legs and tried to squirm off his lap, but he didn’t allow me much room to escape him. He was too strong, and I was at such a disadvantage that it was impossible to get any leverage.
My feet didn’t even reach the floor. I was helpless to whatever he wanted to do with me.
“You’ve never been punished with a spanking before, have you, human?
” he questioned, and I swallowed hard. I’d only seen a man slap a girl’s ass once while he rode her from behind, never like this.
Over his lap like this, I felt tiny. My bare bottom seemed angled in such a way to present myself as a prime target.
Could he see in between my legs?
Quickly, I pressed my thighs together. I felt slick and when I slid my legs just so, I realized just how wet I was.
Mortified at my body’s betrayal, I hid my face in my hands.
My knees rubbed against one another. He grasped my hips and pitched me forward a bit more, which only seemed to arch my bottom up higher for him.
“You’re going to spank me,” I echoed. I didn’t want to believe it.
To be honest, such a physical punishment shouldn’t have surprised me, but I’d simply expected him to want to fuck me for trying to kill him.
That in and of itself had made me nervous, but now that I was over his knee for a spanking instead, I felt like a confused mess of fear and traitorous arousal.
Was this going to hurt?
He squeezed my bottom with one hand, the tips of his claws digging into the flesh of my cheek almost cruelly. My pussy clenched with need.
“You’ve got such a beautiful bare little bottom, human,” he purred, and I shuddered with shame. It felt so wrong to have an alien looking at me like this, touching me like this.
It felt even more wrong to want to feel his fingers somewhere even more shameful, to want even more than that.
I shut my eyes, not willing to face the mortifying direction that my own mind seemed determined to take.
I pressed my thighs together. I needed to hide my feelings and persist until my punishment ended.
I couldn’t stop thinking about his palm touching my backside.
My clit throbbed and I released a sigh of anxious arousal.
He didn’t let me lose focus for long. He grasped the other side of my ass just as firmly before he slapped it.
Hard.
Much harder than I’d seen that guy spank that girl as he fucked her.
I squeaked out loud in surprise at the deafening sound. It reminded me of the sound of a gunshot, or an ax splitting a log, but it carried with it a far more sinister feel. It echoed in the outdoors, and I gasped knowing that anyone close by would be able to hear him punishing me like this.
“Please, take me inside,” I pleaded.
“No, I’m not going to do that, Raiza,” he answered as he spanked my other cheek just as roughly. I jumped, and the sting from the two strikes soon flared to life.
“Please!”
“I’m going to deal with you out here on my balcony. I want my city to know how my human is punished when she is a very bad girl,” he warned, and my heart almost palpated out of my chest. I bit my lip, trying to keep from saying anything more.
My cheeks were burning with shame.
This was mortifying. Spankings were for wayward children, not full-grown women, yet here I was lying naked over an alien man’s lap getting my bottom smacked as punishment.
I tried to get up off his lap one last time, but he quickly shifted me and pinned my legs with one of his. I struggled, but there was no going anywhere now. I was trapped.
“You can’t do this,” I wailed.
“Human, it’s time you learned your place in this world,” he growled, and his palm crashed down on my backside again. This time, the pain was sharper because I knew it was coming.
His palm was relentless, painting up and down my backside with vivid fervor.
Over and over again, he slapped the fullest part of my bottom and when he descended to the lower curve where my cheek met my thigh, I lost my ability to keep silent.
The first cry was quiet, but I was so mortified that he might hear it that I bit down on my lower lip hard enough to hurt.
He attacked my thighs and my mouth opened of its own accord. I pushed at the loveseat with my hands even though I knew that my strength was no match for him.
“Oh! It hurts!” I cried out.
“That’s the point, little one. It’s supposed to,” he declared, and my core spiraled with heat. Nothing seemed to slow the advance of his palm. He met his target again and again. I couldn’t kick or do anything to derail him in the slightest.
“Please! I thought you just wanted to fuck me!” I wailed.
“I plan on it, little one. I’m just going to make sure this pretty ass is bright red before I do,” he chided, and I realized how very far out of my depth I was with him.
“I’m sorry I tried to kill you,” I tried next. Maybe he just wanted an apology, and this was all a ruse to make me say the words.
I just wanted the spanking to end. It hurt and still he showed no signs of stopping.
“You’re not sorry enough, little female,” he answered. His hand spanked me at a furious pace, and I soon became worried that I wouldn’t be able to take that much more. I arched my hips as much as my position might allow and he took advantage of that by spanking just beneath my bottom.
That stung so much more than all the rest.
He went down my thighs after that, edging further than he had before and I lost the ability to form words. I tried to keep my eyes closed. I told myself that this was just something I had to get through. He’d tire himself out eventually.
A particularly hard strike against my mid-thigh made me yelp.
His palm was so broad that it covered far too much of my flesh in every single blow.
Soon, nothing else mattered except his hand. One spank turned into another and another until it all started running together in one endless stream of painful chastisement. It hurt so much that I finally realized that my bottom would give out long before his hand.
Would it ever end? Was he looking to turn my bottom a certain shade of red? Or even purple?