Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
My stomach was a nervous ball of anxiety as the questions kept circling my brain. I had known that my actions on O’nagga Nine would have consequences but I hadn’t realized how anxious I would be when the time came to face them. As I made my way to the living room area, dragging my feet reluctantly with every step, I felt like a little kid called to the Principal’s office.
But it was better to get this over with, I told myself. Better by far than to have it hanging over my head like a dark cloud.
I hoped so, anyway.
When I got to the living area, Sir was already sitting on the couch. His long legs were open and when he motioned to me, I went to stand between them.
“Little one,” he said, his voice rumbling with warning. “Do you know why I’m going to punish you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I hung my head, unable to look into the depths of his full-black eyes.
“No, look at me and tell me why. I want to hear you say it,” Sir directed.
“I…” I looked up at him, forcing myself to meet his piercing black gaze. “I left the Baron’s living quarters and went back downstairs without permission,” I said softly. “But I wouldn’t’ have done it if you’d listened to me when I said we needed to help that other girl!” I couldn’t help adding.
Sir frowned.
“Little one…” he rumbled warningly.
“Well, it’s true—she’s stuck there and she could use some help.” I lifted my chin defiantly. “I’m really sorry I disobeyed you, Sir, and I’m sorry I put my life in danger, but I really felt like I had to try and help her!”
Sir’s frown deepened.
“What makes you think I wouldn’t have helped her after we were finished with the Baron’s feast?”
“Because you acted like she didn’t matter!” I exclaimed, balling my hands into fists and putting them on my hips.
“She doesn’t!” Sir growled. “Not like you matter. Little one, listen to me…” He took me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes. “You’re the one who matters,” he told me. “For your sake, I would have gone to check on this other female’s plight. But I would not let you risk your life or be killed for her sake. You are the one I care about—the only one.”
“I…really?” I asked breathlessly.
He looked at me intently.
“How can you still not understand this? Can’t you feel the bond growing between us? Little one, if it comes to a choice between you and anyone else in the universe, I will always pick you. Do you hear me?” He shook me slightly, making me gasp. The look on his face was intense. “I will always pick you,” he said again in a low, rough voice. “But because of your actions on O’nagga Nine, I almost lost you. And that is why you must be punished now.”
“I…understand. At least I think I do,” I said. It amazed me how much he cared about me—how serious he was. “But Sir, I thought I was only a pet to you,” I whispered.
“You’re much more than that now—though the Goddess Eternal knows it’s probably wrong,” he said. “Come here, little one, and take what’s coming to you.”
He pulled me face-down over his lap and suddenly the fur of the silky bodysuit I was wearing parted and the entire bottom half of it came off.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, wiggling in surprise to suddenly find my bottom half bare-assed naked again.
“Hold still,” Sir commanded. “I’m going to give you five swats,” he added, resting one big hand on my naked behind as he spoke. “That should be enough to teach you a lesson—I hope.”
“You’re going to spank me?” I twisted my head around to try and look up at him. “I thought you said you don’t believe in corporal punishment.”
“I also said I was willing to make exceptions if necessary—in this case it definitely feels necessary,” he rumbled. “Are you ready, little one? Don’t tense up,” he added as my buttocks tightened involuntarily. “It will only make things worse for you.”
I didn’t see how that was possible but I tried to relax. However, the moment he brought his big hand down on my ass with a smack and said, “One,” I clenched back up again and howled in pain.
This was no light love-tap meant only for show. Sir was probably using only a fraction of his immense strength but it still stung dreadfully—this spanking was for real.
“Two,” he intoned, and his hand came down again with another loud smack!
“Three.” Smack! “Four.” Smack!
By the time he got to the last swat, tears of fury and pain were rolling down my cheeks and I was wailing unashamedly. I had meant to be stoic and accept the spanking without making a sound, but somehow I just couldn’t be still and silent when Sir’s big hand was lighting my bare ass on fire!