“All right. I see that you are serious about this. I’m sorry. Just let me up.”
His answer was a loud smack on my right cheek. It hurt.
He was spanking me! “Ow! This is bullshit. Let me—”
Smack.
The left cheek now stung too and I could feel my face getting red. Rage fueled me as he struck me again and again in a steady rhythm that caused my bare bottom to go from stinging pain with each strike to a constant burn.
To my horror, the burn spread through my body, making me squirm, not with rage, but with a craving for physical contact, for more sensory input, for more. My nipples hardened and my body felt like it was about to overload with sensation as he changed tactics, no longer striking me, but rubbing his huge, warm palm over my tender, heated flesh like he was petting his favorite kitten. So softly, so gently, as if I was precious and fragile. The complete shift made me feel upset and confused.
“Had you remained silent, I would be finished now, my mate. But you cursed at me, and no Prillon warrior’s bride speaks to her mate in such a manner. You will obey me in all things. You will not demean yourself or disrespect yourself by allowing foul language to come from your perfect lips. You will care for yourself as if you were the most precious being alive on this ship, because to me, that’s exactly what you are.”
His caress calmed me, but his words made me even more uncomfortable than I had been before. I didn’t examine the why, just renewed my struggles. I squirmed and shoved with my hands against the bed with all my might, but I might as well have been trying to push a boulder off my back. He wasn’t hurting me, but I couldn’t move.
“For your foul mouth, little one.” He struck again, this time hitting the back of my tender thighs, where they met the curve of my bare bottom. The area was extremely sensitive and the sting of his large palm brought tears to my eyes. He continued spanking my thighs hard, not stopping until tears rolled down my face and I went limp in his arms. I was so confused, so hurt, and I didn’t understand why he would do this to me.
When Zane finally freed my legs, I didn’t try to move. I didn’t know what to do. The stupid doctor was still there, watching everything and I felt lost. All I wanted to do was curl up in Zane’s lap and have him pet me again and talk to me in that soft voice and make me feel like everything was going to be all right.
How could I want comfort from Zane when he was the reason I was so upset in the first place? I was losing my mind.
He rolled me over and repositioned me in his lap until I was exactly where I wanted to be, but never would have had the nerve to ask to be, safe and protected in his big, strong arms. I couldn’t hold back my tears and he held me in silence as I cried, his hand gently rubbing up and down my bare back.
Several minutes passed before my crying turned to hiccups and sniffles. I stopped trying to figure out what was happening to me. I’d been transported halfway across the galaxy, left everything I knew behind and woke up to an alien who’d kissed me senseless, then spanked my bare bottom simply because I’d argued with him and used a curse word.
Now that I thought about the doctor bit, I guess it did make sense. If Zane had traveled across the galaxy to reach Earth, I’d want him to be checked out by a doctor there. I’d be worried about him because I cared. That made sense. Except, how could he care about me at all when we’d just met?
“Are you ready to let the doctor take a look at you? We need to make sure you are healthy and suffered no ill effects from your transport.” His voice was gentle, but there was steel behind the words. I knew if I denied him again, I’d be right back over his lap getting another spanking.
“All right. Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Why did that praise make me happy? Why did I suddenly want to please him, a complete stranger? Oh, I knew that I’d always been susceptible to an alpha male, to the most basic and fundamental craving to have someone strong care for me and protect me. But I’d been burned by men before, more than once. And I barely knew Zane. Why was my body acting like it knew him, like it trusted him already? My body seemed to be developing a will of its own, and I wasn’t sure I was in agreement with it.
“I’m going to lay you back down on the bed. Relax and let the doctor make sure everything is working properly.” His tone was gentle and calm, as if the previous few minutes, his striking my bare ass, had never happened.
I nodded and wiped away the last of my tears as he stood with me in his arms. He squeezed me gently, as if I truly was precious to him, then turned and laid me down on my back. I wasn’t settled at the head of the small bed where I had been before, but at the bottom with my bare ass literally hanging off the end. His arm held my legs in place as the doctor pulled two stirrups out from some mysterious hiding place. When the doctor nodded, Zane placed my feet in the stirrups and stepped back.
Shit. A gynecological exam? Now?
Chapter Four
Hannah
Stirrups. Ass hanging off the table. A stranger between my legs.
I knew this setup all too well. For a moment, I considered protesting, then stopped myself before I ended up back over his knee. My bottom and the backs of my thighs still stung from his very thorough spanking and I didn’t want more.
I took a deep breath, let it out slowly. I’d been through this on Earth before, many times, hell, once a year since I’d turned sixteen. I could bear it if it would make the doctor happy, my mate happy, and get me the hell out of this stupid medical room.
The doctor stood between my legs with a clinically blank expression on his face, which helped. “I’ll try to make this quick, Lady Hannah.”
I met the man’s gaze briefly, then looked up at the metal ceiling, noticed the rivets that held it in place. I refused to look at either man. “Fine.”
Mortified, I laid back, placed my bent elbow over my eyes. My entire naked body was on display, and my pussy was hanging open and exposed off the end of the table in front of not just one, but two strange, alien men. To make it even worse, surely my bottom was red from the spanking Zane had given me.
I heard Zane move, but had no idea what he intended until he settled onto the bed above me, lifted my head and placed it in his lap. I uncovered my eyes to find him looking down at me. He ignored the doctor completely. “Give me your hand, mate.”