“I do,” the doctor replied from somewhere beyond her head.
“The spanking triggered the arousal, especially when I spoke to her,” Galen said quietly. “I shall make her come now. Won’t I, little one? Your first good girl orgasm.”
“Yes, please,” she moaned. The padding continued to soften beneath her as he slapped and tickled her. She could lift her arms now and she stretched them above her head and held onto the edge of the table.
“That’s it,” Galen said. “You want this. You’re such a needy human who needs her Vendu warrior to fuck her hard, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she rasped. Now her hips were released. She didn’t wriggle or squirm away. She rocked back and forth and his fingers slipped inside her pussy. She humped the table and at the same time, he vigorously fucked her with his fingers. Lots of fingers—she couldn’t tell how many.
“That’s it, open up.” He slapped her ass and she worked harder, finding the rhythm while he rubbed her g-spot. He knew exactly where it was and how to torment it.
“The tattoo,” Sentaria exclaimed softly. “It’s projecting out of her. I’ve never seen it do that. Remarkable.”
“She’s close, aren’t you?”
She nodded. She’d lost the ability to talk.
“She likes this, needs this punishment. I want an obedient human girl who does as she is told. So you will come while I finish spanking you.” He picked up the pace of his smacks, although they weren’t as unpleasant as the earlier ones. Her ass had reached a heat level that burned so much she couldn’t actually feel anything more. Her mind wasn’t connected to the pain; it was reveling in his control. This was why Vendu
women submitted—it was liberating. She was free, floating high above and relaxed; even when he struck her, she didn’t move.
“That’s a good girl. You’ll come now. Right… now!” he commanded and she obeyed. The spiral of contractions started subtly, then came the intense contractions. To her amazement, the padding of the table applied just enough pressure to her clitoris to strengthen the pulsating bud. It seemed to know where she needed pressure and also the parts of her body that needed to be free—like her head and neck. It was intelligent, responsive, and helping her!
“Oh, thank you,” she rushed to say, partly to Galen, but also to the ridiculous contraption she was lying on. “More, please, I beg you!”
Sentaria clapped his hands. “Amazing. The ink has the capacity to respond quicker than I anticipated.”
Galen stopped spanking and returned to rubbing her sore bottom. “I shall apply the balm, then we can continue.”
She felt numb and dopey. Quite the docile creature he wanted her to be. He soothed her behind with the cold lotion.
Bending low over her, he whispered, “Now that you are being cooperative, is there anything you want to ask me before we proceed?”
She wanted to wind back time and play it differently. Enter the room, kneel, listened to his instructions, and politely seek assurances. That was who he had expected, not the petulant loudmouth who stomped her feet.
“How… I mean… he won’t fuck me. I won’t allow it.”
He rested his hands on her trembling shoulders. “No. He won’t. He’s here to watch and assist a little, but nothing like that. Your clitoris is your weakness. So vulnerable. So accessible. So needy, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she confessed. “Is this really a punishment?”
He helped her up to her feet and pulled her into his arms. He whispered, so quietly, she was sure the doctor couldn’t hear him. “It is the best, most generous punishment I can offer you. I have set aside many things to protect you. What I choose for you is what my heart desires.”
He released her and she gaped in shock. Was that really a declaration of love? She wasn’t the only one whose heart was slowly melting. Something was happening between them, a development neither of them had anticipated. Would he fight it or let it grow?
She’d one way to find out—continue to submit and let him punish her.
Galen stepped back, his features hardening slightly. He wasn’t going to let Sentaria see too deeply what was going on between them.
“Well, Sentaria. Let us begin,” he said, reinforcing the sternness in his tone.
* * *
There was no holding him back, not if she continued to show such meekness. The change in her behavior had dramatically improved since she entered the room and the improvement wasn’t entirely down to the spanking or first orgasm. What had brought about her compliance were the impulsive words he’d uttered into her ear while he’d held her close to his beating heart.
What had come over him? He’d enjoyed the spanking, although not at first. When she’d been difficult and obnoxious, he’d been cross with her and determined to correct her behavior with the firm use of his hand. The med-response table had done exactly what he’d expected—holding her in place while responding to the changes in her body’s chemistry. The more she submitted, the less the table restrained her, and when she entered a submissive state, it aided her.
Spanking her into an orgasm had given him a huge hard-on. He was uncomfortable and there was only one solution to solving it.