Her Shameful Service – Galactic Discipline Read Online Emily Tilton

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Those panties made a pretty tangle around her thighs, below her charmingly red backside as she knelt before me. The sight aroused me so greatly that my manhood had felt like an iron bar in my hand as I had opened the vent in the front of my trousers and taken my hardness into my hand. When Chalondra began to shake her head, pulling against the grasp of my right hand on the back of her skull, I had to resist the urge simply to force her head down, to open her mouth for her and to begin fucking her face as my erection impelled me to do.

I looked over the blue-haired girl’s head at Franla, raising my eyebrows in inquiry, wondering if she had foreseen this resistance. The expression on the face of my mistress of concubines had such a serenity about it that I could tell she had seen other new fuck toys react in similar ways. The slight curl of her lips as she gazed back at me conveyed an eloquent message—that I should again trust my dominant instincts.

I smiled back as an idea occurred to me, as if in a silent meeting of minds with the wise woman. I didn’t want to have to take Chalondra over my knee again so soon after the very hard spanking I had delivered. The opposite approach, though, of soothing her between her thighs until her arousal overcame her reluctance, didn’t fit the moment: the girl had closed her eyes and shaken her head at the sight of her master’s rigid penis. Some correction was warranted.

“Put her hands on her bottom, please, Mistress Franla,” I said. “Help Wetquim remember her spanking.”

“Oh,” Chalondra whispered, even before Franla began to follow my instruction. “Oh… no…”

Then she let out a little cry, the shaking of her head increasing a bit in force as she had her hands pressed by her mistress to her poor little buttocks.

“Rub them,” I commanded, my voice coming out very sternly thanks to the urgency of my need, inflamed all the more by the sight of my innocent bed girl feeling the mingling of the soreness left by the spanking and the warm arousal that so obviously spread forward from it. “Spread them so your mistress can reward you, if you please my cock well with your mouth.”

Chalondra

I kept my eyes closed, but to my dismay, my tongue extended itself as if of its own accord. I felt it poke out from between my closed lips. I felt it lick those lips, the way I would if I thought I would soon have a piece of candy—a rare luxury on Kamnos—to suck on. At the sensation, and the realization of how it must appear to Baron Gravamir, a whine escaped my nose.

The crease that formed in my brow seemed somehow to make me clutch at my punished bottom cheeks. The sob from my chest that followed the pitiful whine somehow made me spread the little globes for Mistress Franla just as I had done in the training room. My hips jerked at the mixture of pain and pleasure, of terrible degradation and urgent arousal.

“Now open your eyes,” said his lordship’s voice. “It’s time for you to become accustomed to having your master’s penis in your mouth.”

I swallowed hard, realizing to my dismay that the mortifying licking of my lips had an echo just as shameful in the way my mouth had begun to water.

“Penis?” I whispered, and I opened my eyes, as if the way the baron had spoken hadn’t made it perfectly clear that penis simply represented another way to say cock. Just as Kamnian girls said pussy to mean vagina, and Vionians it seemed said quim, and cunny, and even cunt, there must be many words for the part of a man’s body he used for fucking. I felt my face blaze with new heat at how it felt to utter the word and at the same time to look at the long, rigid thing in my master’s hand. I told myself the syllables were just syllables, but they seemed nevertheless to take on a sort of hot significance, as if by saying them I had done something naughty. Behind me, in accord with some dark instinct, I squeezed my spanked bottom cheeks, as if I had to chastise myself for saying a bad word.

“Your master has a very beautiful penis, doesn’t he, Wetquim?” Mistress Franla asked from behind me. “You must tell him so, and then ask if you may take it into your mouth.”

I let out another little whine, my mouth turning down in a frown of woeful refusal that I knew must look like the expression of a spoiled, petulant child. I looked down at the baron’s cock, at the way it moved in his lordship’s grip as he stroked his hand along its length.

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