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“I want you to think of me every day, then when you lose sight of obedience, you will recall why it is you are here. I’m not punishing you for my amusement, Freya. If you don’t shape up, Lalita will make life even harder for you.”
As hard as the laundry? Probably not, but if Marco intended to parade her around naked, then things weren’t going to be fun either. She hated the idea and tears filled her eyes, waiting to drop onto the floor. “Thirty-five,” she rasped. She glued her hands to the floor to prevent herself from tipping off his lap.
“Let me help.” He tucked his leg over hers and anchored her in place. “Now, a few with this wooden paddle. Something of a luxury: wood on a barren planet.”
She struggled under his pinning leg before slumping once again. Giggling in lessons wasn’t a big deal, but perhaps she could have contained the exuberance and paid better attention when asked questions, which she refused to answer because uttering sexual words made her flustered. As for the protocols, she’d started out despising them, but when she watched the elegance of the other jenjin, the graceful ways they moved and performed their duties, she envied them. Her slovenly attitude had not been received well by some, as if she’d lowered the tone of the Volta.
“Sticking your tongue out behind the back of an overseer is vulgar.” Marco emphasized the last word with the paddle. It slapped noisily across both her bottom and she whooped in pain.
Who’d snitched on her? She was sure there had been nobody looking. “Thirty-six. They spy on me!”
“The rooms are under remote surveillance. Lalita and the overseers aren’t here just to guide you, they watch over you, especially the pleasure rooms. They have the authority to halt anything they consider abusive. Soldiers can be evicted, and if they injure a jenjin, I will oversee their punishment.” He added another blow with the paddle and the thwacking sound echoed around the room.
She sniveled. “Thirty-seven, sir.” What else had she’d done—danced. She’d danced in her bedroom. Had that been reported, too? “Have I no privacy?” she said bitterly.
“Watch your tone.” He added another two cracks of the paddle and the pain seared deep into her tender bottom.
“Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine.”
“Only in this room are you guaranteed privacy. I want to be able to trust you in here. Do you promise to behave?” He rubbed her fiery ass and the coolness of his hand was a stark contrast to the throbbing heat.
“Yes, sir.”
He dropped the paddle on the floor. She twisted on his lap, but he had her trapped tightly. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but he seemed to be reaching for something.
He rested a cold bottle on her back and she shivered. He held her ass cheeks apart and slid his finger along her groove, finding the hidden entrance. He drizzled cooling lube along the furrow and slowly massaged it into her bottom hole. Wave upon wave of trembles erupted across her skin. He worked his finger inside her and continued to stretch her tight hole wider. She flexed the muscles and he inserted two fingers.
“Good. Keep relaxed.” He probed her with both hands, one in her ass and the other plying her swollen folds. “You’re so sexy with this hot ass.”
She wanted this—his cock hardening beneath her waist. She’d hoped to find something erotic in her spanking; instead, it had been his teasing fingers in her asshole that had caused her to writhe and moan on his lap.
Something solid and icy pressed against her anus. She flinched. The butt plug. It felt huge, as if he was about to insert a metal boulder in her ass. “Oh, no, no,” she muttered.
“Yes, yes,” he replied. “You can do this, Freya. It’s going to sink right in and stay snug.”
She focused on breathing slowly, relieving the tension and it worked. The plug slipped inside and rather than leave it be, he rotated it and continued to frig her pussy with his other hand.
“Oh, gracious,” she muttered in English. “You’ll make me come.”
Her pussy juices leaked in tandem with his thrusting fingers. The pressure of the plug in her bottom grew, building her climax until she hovered on the brink of her orgasm.
“Please. May I come,” she squealed.
“Wait.” He twisted the plug. “You’re so wet. So ripe for taking. I want to watch you come on my fingers and see this tight little ass flex when you do. Come for me now.”
She held her breath as he slid a finger out of her pussy and glided it over her clitoris. It was all she needed to tip over the edge into a breathless orgasm.
He patted her bottom and released her from his pinning leg. “Good. Now stand up and walk around.” He helped her to her feet.
Freya clutched her bum with both hands. The heat was pervasive and covered both globes. Between her cheeks, she felt the jeweled head of the plug. As she walked, her pussy juices dripped between over her inner thighs. The weight of the plug was obvious and the sensation of fullness was intense. It wasn’t a bad feeling. She paced a few steps then turned to face Marco.
He brushed down his pants and walked toward the door. “Let’s go, Freya.”
She froze. She’d almost convinced herself he might be bluffing about parading her naked across the Volta. “Please, Marco. I’ll be good.”
“I’m sure you will be. This will help remind you. If you feel ashamed, then note that it is similar to my disappointment. You can do this, Freya. You’re beautiful, even with a red ass. The girls won’t laugh at you. They’ve all had to learn the same lessons as you and none of them will have escaped punishments.”
She rocked on her toes, tears reclaiming her eyes. “Help me.”
