I have never been punished this way before. I have been beaten, but this is not a beating. There is no anger, and there is even less hate. He… loves me? That may be a thought too far. He has said he feels obligated to me. He wants to help me. And he is doing that by turning my ass red, by marking me with his lash, by sending heat and pain flashing through my system until I am writhing and begging for clemency I know I will not receive, because he knows I do not deserve, nor desire it.
I want something else. My body wants something else. Something filthy. Something which makes me leak desire from my most tender and secret of places. The harsher his punishment becomes, the greater my desire. I am wired backward. I am broken. He cannot fix me. But he is going to try.
I am going to try to get laid.
I think I might be out of my mind to try to get into his carnal graces. I am trying to bang an alien king, and that’s probably not smart. But I kind of don’t care. Sex is the only thing that has ever made me feel sane, or safe. I have not historically made great choices around it. I feel a pull of attraction to him for reasons I cannot explain. Maybe it’s just because it’s a bad idea. Maybe it’s because he’d destroy me if we did fuck….
* * *
Brawn
She curses and she whines. She squirms and she writhes, her beautiful curves changing color before me with the judicious application of the disciplinary instrument I have chosen specially for her. The leather lands very pleasingly against her skin, leaving a hot pink trail.
If I do not do this, then there is no doubt that she will continue as she had on Earth, looking for trouble and becoming increasingly despondent when she finds it. I may have only seen her in action for an hour or so, but what I saw in that time was enough to show me that this is a woman close to undoing herself for others.
I will not allow that. I have seen her at her greatest, and her bravest, and now I am making her small, because compared to me she will always be small. This punishment is not about hurting her, or harming her. It is about taking the unspoken burdens she labors under from her so I can begin to make her better.
* * *
Ariel
He is making this so much worse. I find myself deeply regretting… well, absolutely everything that led to this moment. When he crashed there were so many things I could have done differently. Why the fuck didn’t I do something differently?
There’s no time to think, because now he is lecturing me. The heat in my ass and thighs is forced to merge with the stern words emitting from his alien mouth.
“You need to learn about consequences. I have no idea how people on your planet have allowed you to behave as badly as you do. Let alone give you any position of authority. That uniform you wore was ridiculous. You follow no laws besides your own.”
Well, that’s fucked up.
“How would you know? You’re a fucking alien who has known me for all of half an hour!?”
I am outraged. I am furious. All of the pain that I was starting to accept as bearable, maybe even sexy suddenly feels like something different. It starts to feel like the sting of judgement, and he can fuck right off with that.
I struggle to get up, but there is no way off his lap. He has me pinned in place, and there is no way for my limited musculature to overcome his much more powerful body. He grasps me around my waist and locks me in place, letting me kick and wriggle as much as I like.
“Ariel, I do not tolerate disobedience. I want to make that abundantly clear from the very outset.”
“I saved you. I tried to save you. You owe me. I don't owe you. I’m certainly not going to obey you.”
“Wrong.”
I scowl furiously at the alien’s floor. On Earth, my disobedience led to being occasionally written up when somebody noticed, and eventually demoted all the way down to beat cop. Brawn can’t demote me, and I don’t think he’s going to write me up.
“What are you gonna do? Whip me and lecture me? Like I care.”
“I think you do care, human. I think you care more than you care to admit. Doesn’t your language just have the most charming idioms.”
The lashing starts up again, faster and harder than before. I feel as though he is trying to break through the resistance I am putting up, but he’s going to have to go a lot harder and do a lot more damage if he thinks he’s going to bring down my walls. I know how to be stoic.