“I’m not sorry for what I did. That alien was going to kill that woman,” she countered, her jawline tensing harder.
“Nevertheless, we’re going to punish you anyway,” I replied.
Her eyes stole around the room, assessing her surroundings. I studied her, sensing something was amiss. She looked nervous, although considering what I had planned for her, she probably should be.
“Mya. I won’t say it again. Take off your clothes. Otherwise, Talor, Biran, and Ejan will hold you down while I use the cane on your bare ass,” I commanded.
She stilled, her eyes growing wide, staring into mine. Not a word came from her, but she licked her lips, finally dropping her gaze as she stood from her seated position on the bed. She lifted her black t-shirt over her head, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her perky round breasts jostled just a bit, her little pink nipples just begging to be kissed and pinched. My dick was suddenly hard as iron. She kicked off her boots and pulled off her socks and I couldn’t stop staring at the delicious canvas of her pale human skin. I wanted to touch it, caress it, and punish it. I wanted to see my mark on her vulnerable flesh. She paused for a long moment, before she unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down her waist. Underneath, she was wearing a simple pair of white panties, lined with pale blue lace.
Her thighs tensed, long and lean and perfect for winding around my waist as I fucked her hard, up against a wall or down on a bed. My mind ran wild with the possibilities.
She stood straight then in only her panties, nipples hard and barefoot and I swore to the stars that I’d never seen anything fucking sexier in my life. She was perfect.
“Panties too,” Talor said, his tone expecting immediate obedience.
“Now, Mya,” I added.
She fidgeted with the waistband, dragging out my patience.
Talor acted first. He gripped her arm and tossed her face down on the bed. He placed a large hand directly on her lower back and tore her panties. I heard the fabric rip, the sound loud and she cried out in shame. He kicked her legs wide and his palm smacked her ass hard. She squirmed, kicked, and struggled against him, but she was no match for him.
She was getting a taste of Talor’s discipline.
The sounds of his hand cracking against her bare skin echoed around us. Her backside quickly showed the evidence of her punishment, mottled pink handprints stark against her paleness.
“Please! Don’t!” she exclaimed.
I knew Talor. He wasn’t going to listen.
Her delectable little ass cheeks jiggled each time he spanked her. He made sure not to leave her thighs untouched either. Within a few minutes, her pretty pink skin turned a ripe shade of red and she was begging for forgivenes
s.
Talor paused and my own palm itched. He turned toward me with a dark grin.
I moved forward and Talor removed his hand from her back, allowing her to move.
“On your back, Mya. Open your legs and show me your naughty cunt. Now,” I said.
She rushed to obey. Her breath hitched as she put pressure on her freshly spanked ass and leaned back, spreading her thighs wide and revealing her pussy to the four of us. I feasted my eyes on the sight, seeing the wet evidence of just how aroused she was.
“You like to be punished, don’t you, Mya?” I questioned.
“No,” she replied, pouting just a little bit.
I leaned over her, pressing my right palm up against her cunt.
“Liar,” I said.
I smacked her pussy then, using enough force to really get her attention. Her pained cry made my dick jerk in anticipation.
“Bad girl. Maybe next time you’ll listen when I give you an order. Now, we can finally begin your punishment,” I said softly, and she jerked against me.
“Begin? What?”
I simply chuckled, and she shivered beneath me. I snapped my fingers, and Robo whirred and moved behind me, transforming before my eyes. Multiple limbs reached for Mya, taking the control of her arms and legs from her in a matter of seconds.