AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Thank you, sir. I’m sorry I disturbed you. I should have waited.”
“Yes, that’s correct. A few polite seconds of waiting would have been sufficient to catch my attention.” He eased up on the next one.
She inhaled deeply. “Thank you, sir. I am sorry I treated Leesa badly.”
“She’s a kind person and will forgive you,” he reassured her.
Another clatter of his hand on her behind and this time, he rubbed the mark and allowed it to blur with the others.
“Thank you, sir. I will think upon what I’ve done.” She looked over her shoulder again. The tears remained, as did the trembling lips, but she’d a sharper focus in her eyes. She wanted to make this work as much as him, he was sure of it.
The last smack of his hand bounced off her lobe and she lowered her head as she absorbed the discomfort in silence.
“Thank you, sir. Please, may I return to my lesson so I can apologize to Leesa?”
Her raised blistered bottom and the plump folds of her sex were having an obvious effect on him, as well as her. “Of course,” he said pleasantly. He helped her up, watched as she pulled up her panties. She sniffled, as she carefully shimmied the pants up and over her sore behind. There wasn’t any hint of anger in her expression.
“Good. Very good,” he murmured. Her punishment in the end had gone better than he might have anticipated. She was a quick learner.
He shook out his legs and stood. She lingered, uncertain, her teeth nervously chewing on her lip and her hands cupped around her bottom. He enveloped her with his embrace, hugging her tight to his beating chest. He felt her heartbeat echo against his. For a few seconds, they merged into one.
“Go,” he said, releasing her gradually. “Before I change my mind.”
She nodded and hurried to rejoin Leesa.
It was only when he returned to his desk that he realized he’d not defined exactly what he meant by his last remark. Had she assumed he meant spanking her, or was she as desperate for a fuck as he was? He’d find out later. For now, he had to concentrate on other matters.
* * *
Leesa was still there.
“I’m so very sorry for my rude behavior. I shouldn’t have left the room without a valid excuse and you should have given me permission,” Paige said, as soon as she entered the room.
Leesa deactivated the document she’d been reading. “You have talked to the senator? He has reassured you?”
“Yes. I mean, he’s explained things, and I know I shouldn’t have run out, and I want to try again,” she babbled. “I shouldn’t have been so rude. Please, continue to teach me,” she added more graciously, before carefully resuming her seat.
Her ass was on fire. Each of his handprints was etched on her bottom in the form of a scorch mark. The raging heat wasn’t a distraction, rather a reminder of why she’d come across the galaxy to be at Jamen’s side and how she must behave in the future. She was also infatuated with him, she knew that much was true, but she was also was enthralled by the fact he found all the things she desired, such as spanking and discipline, perfectly natural activities. She should push aside her worries—he had her best interests at heart, and should give her all to what he wished to achieve. She was there to learn, to develop and thrive. There was nothing to lose and everything to gain from the experience. Call it an internship or whatever, it didn’t matter. Being a hanjin was the perfect job for her, a gift for someone who craved the firm hand of a dominant alpha and best of all, Jamen believed in her.
“Leesa, might I ask. What does hanjin mean exactly?” she asked. “Jamen says it’s like an adjutant. An aide.”
The tutor smiled and folded her hands together, interlocking her fingers. “Jin simply is the feminine form of a word. Han means, I suppose, companion.” Leesa cocked her head to one side. “Does that make sense to you?”
“Companion. Hanjin,” Paige repeated. The word sank into her mind and she closed her eyes, allowing it to form an image as well as a sound. What she saw wasn’t the formal role of an aide or adjutant, but something passionate, physical. Desirable. She felt a stirring in her belly and down into the core of her pussy. The sensation supplanted the soreness of her ass, obliterating it.
“Paige?” Leesa inquired softly. “Are you ready to begin?”
She nodded. “Yes.” She opened her eyes.
Leesa was staring directly at her and her forehead slowly transformed; circling the midpoint was a purplish spiral line. Paige stared at the emerging tattoo, its rotations transfixed her and the soft feeling inside her grew, casting aside all negative emotions.
“Keep looking at me,” said Leesa in a low voice.
Fuzzy, perhaps. Or sleepy? She couldn’t place the feeling. She was wide awake, aware, but at the same time, someplace else. This place was filled with new words and sounds, the meanings of which were repeated over and over. Leesa was talking, but Paige couldn’t tell if it was English or Vendian. It didn’t really matter.
Sometime later, Leesa brought her out of the trance. Paige expected to feel exhausted but she was strangely invigorated. Leesa opened the previous document, the one with the letters that made no sense, and this time, when she read them out, the symbols matched up with the sounds in her head. The pairing solidified. She repeated each one, then as Leesa showed her combinations, the words took meaning.
“I don’t know how this is working, but I know these words,” she exclaimed. “This is a list of verbs. Walk. Jump. Eat.”
