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“That’s an interesting attitude for someone who has a punishment coming,” I comment, keeping my eyes on the controls.
“What?” She squeaks, and her eyes go wide. I bite back a chuckle.
“If I remember correctly, you were a bit rude to me in the kitchen,” I look at her pointedly. “And naughty girls get punished.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She asks, licking her bottom lip.
Making a hasty decision, I hit the buttons for autopilot and look away from my computer screens. There are several that give me all of the flight details I need to keep the ship going, but they’ll run just fine on their own while I play with sweet Fiona.
“I think the question is, little one, what are you going to do to yourself?”
“What?” She looks confused, and I motion for her to stand up. She does quickly, and I take her in with my hungry gaze. She looks wanton and horny, but only a little bit nervous. It’s time to change that.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell her, and she pulls it over her head and hands it to me. I fold it before placing it on one of the counters. “Now turn around,” I tell her. She hesitates for just a second, but obeys me.
Her heart-shaped bottom is ripe for the picking, and I intend to have my fill.
“Now that’s a beautiful view, sweetheart,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Now bend down and grab your ankles.”
“What?” She squeaks.
“Fiona,” I use my stern voice, the one I know gets her excited, and she instantly complies. Good. She bends in half and I’m surprised at just how flexible she is. Her palms reach the floor and she flattens them in front of her. Her legs are spread just slightly, which means I have the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
“Is this okay?” She manages to ask.
“That’s perfect,” I tell her. “You look incredible. I can see your pussy, Fiona. I can see you’re wet for me. Even the idea of being punished turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she squeaks out.
“Yes, you’re a naughty girl. You wanted me to think you were sweet and innocent, but you’re really bad, aren’t you?”
“A little.”
“Now tell me why I’m going to punish you.”
“I was rude to you in the kitchen,” she says. “I didn’t need to be rude. I could have just as easily been polite.”
“Why were you rude, Fiona?” I ask. She hesitates, which makes me wonder what she’s going to say. I assumed she was going to tell me she got overexcited or lost control of herself in the craziness of searching, but that’s not what she says.
“I was upset,” she says. “I was thinking about how I have to leave when this is all over.”
“And that’s not what you want?” I ask. I’m a little taken aback, a little surprised. I shouldn’t be, but I am. I don’t really want her to leave, either. I want to spend more time with her, want to get to know her better, but that’s not really fair of me to ask. It’s not fair for me to ask her to stay. It’s not fair for me to ask her to be mine. She barely even knows me.
“I don’t want to leave you, Quinn,” she admits. “I didn’t think I would like being with you here on the ship, but it’s different than I thought it would be. It’s exciting and fun and you make me feel so good, Quinn. You make me feel incredible.”
“You make me feel good, too, human,” I step up behind her and place my palms on her bottom. I run my hands over her soft skin and she lets out a tiny mewl. Goosebumps form on her skin and I know she’s getting even more aroused, even more excited. She has no idea what I’m going to do next and that’s good.
Nervousness is half the fun of a punishment.
I run my nails over her smooth skin and she shivers, but holds still.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
Then I step back and spank her.
