The smack rebounded around the room, unlike the acute smart of his spank—a brief sting on her left buttock, then gone.
“Try not to tense up. It won’t help you.”
She nearly snapped at him, but didn’t. She smirked to herself. He had the upper hand in this, not her.
The governor was precise. He landed his steely palm right on the tight curve of her raised globe, where the skin was drawn tight and smooth.
“Tell me, Freya. Did your friend force you to go to that den?” he asked the question before delivering a slap on the other cheek.
“No, sir. I suggested it.” She flinched. The third smack had come swiftly after the second.
“What did they think of your idea?” He swiped her bottom again, harder. Much harder.
Freya screwed up her eyes. So far, she’d managed to keep still, but for how much longer?
“It was a bad idea. Risky.” Saying it, confessing her own stupidity, had sealed her fate.
Marco tut-tutted. “I’m not punishing you for helping a friend. I’m punishing you for your impulsive lack of care.” A volley of smacks landed in quick succession to accompany his words.
She dredged up her excuses. “I just thought… I could make a difference.”
“Like your spying? Discovering the secrets of terraforming, so you could save your fellow humans?”
“Yes,” she finally snapped. “What’s wrong with serving your planet?”
“Sir. Remember to be respectful.” He emphasized his correction with a round of smacks, whipping his hand back and forth between each cheek. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. It’s admirable. However, here, on this ghastly hell-hole, your number one priority is your safety, Freya. Look after yourself and you’ll serve me.”
During his spanking he punctuated his words with slaps before ceasing and then rubbing circles around her flaming cheeks. The heat was resilient and the soreness lingered longer and longer after each set of spanks. However, she guessed this spanking wasn’t the full-on version she’d anticipated.
“Serve you?” she murmured. How? What was he alluding to? “Spy for you, down there?”
“Gracious, no,” he guffawed. “That would be dangerous, quite the contrary. I h
ave something else in mind. We’ll discuss that when your punishment is complete.”
He strolled around the desk and she watched him, lifting her chin and tilting her head to one side. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. His shirt shimmered as the satin-like cloth reflected the sun rays. Reaching a bank of drawers, he pressed the release mechanism and one of them sprang open.
He fished inside the compartment. “I had a few things brought from Earth. There are no animals on Tagra. Insects and reptiles, but no mammals. Consequently, no fur, not that you need it here, but also, no leather products.” He picked up a long strap, which was two inches thick and amber in color.
Freya swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together.
He folded the strap and held it at the ends. When he slapped it against his palm, she jumped.
“Six. Six reminders that you don’t act unwisely. You’ll forget those spying tendencies of yours, won’t you?”
“Yes. Sir.” Her mouth suddenly was parched. One was too many. Her poor ass was already on fire.
Chapter Six
He flexed the strap in his hand. Would this work? How much of this deep-seated need in him for discipline would she understand? It wasn’t just about spanking her; it was everything else, the whole package. As she watched him stretch the strap and snap the two sides together, her mouth gaped slightly. Her bright eyes reminded him of the fire rabbits he hunted as a young boy on planet eleven. The name came from the amber glow of the rabbit’s eyes. The color was different in her eyes but their intensity had triggered the pleasant memory.
He circled around the desk, approaching her from the opposing side. She was balancing on the tips of her trembling toes and her knees were knocked together, locking her slit out of sight. He tapped her heels with the end of his boot and slowly nudged her legs back apart.
Such an ass. He’d admired many a fine ass in his time, but this girl had one that could take the crown for best ass. The lobes formed perfect semi-circles at the tops of her thighs—two smiles to greet him. The skin was smooth and until he’d spanked her, the color had been an even shade of pale pink. Now each buttock had a round red patch in the middle. His handprints had merged together exactly where he intended to strike with the strap. He’d prepared her well. Too little and the strap would be intolerable; too much and the rawness would break the skin’s surface.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she implored. She twisted her head around and looked over her shoulders with those startling eyes.
“I’m punishing you,” he reminded her. “Don’t expect this to be easy. You must remain in position. If you move excessively, I shall repeat the stroke.” He was resolved. He had to remain firm and consistent. It was the mainstay of his leadership technique—don’t deviate from a decision.