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She glanced at Sev and saw a look of recognition on his face too. Damn, what she wouldn’t give to be able to talk to him right now! But he was still standing beside Brother Jonash so there was nothing she could do but keep quiet and watch.
“Oh my husband, please forgive me.” The girl—whose name was apparently “Lisha” rose unsteadily to her feet. Mia could see the blue points of her nipples poking at the see-through white fabric of her dress. Clearly it didn’t matter what color your skin was—the dresses were meant to show everything.
She wondered why that hadn’t been apparent in the PPP ad they’d seen in Commander Sylvan’s office? Probably it had been digitally altered to make the dresses appear more modest, she speculated.
“Silence, woman! State the nature of your crimes so these fine people who are bearing witness know what you’re being punished for,” Enoc thundered, breaking Mia’s train of thought.
Lisha took a step forward, her hands clasped in front of her like a schoolgirl reciting. She kept her eyes down as she spoke.
“Last night my husband’s dinner was late by five whole standard minutes,” she said in a low voice. “And when he chastised me, I sassed him about it.”
“She had the nerve to roll her eyes at me!” Enoc explained.
“Well!” Brother Jonash shook his head. “You did well to put off her punishment until someone could bear witness, Brother Enoc. Such impertinence in a wife cannot be allowed!”
“Thank you, Brother Jonash. Do you hear that, woman?” Enoc demanded, turning on his wife, who was still standing there, trembling. “You’ve smarted off to me for the last time. Come over here and take your punishment!”
He went and sat squarely on the park bench and patted his knees firmly.
“Come here,” he directed the trembling Lisha. “Over my knee!”
His wife went to him at once. She laid submissively on the park bench, face down over her husband’s lap with her bottom in the air, as though she was used to doing this.
“Good—you’ll get one less blow for coming at once instead of resisting,” Enoc told her. Then he flipped up the skirt of her white dress, revealing a plump, completely bare bottom.
Guess I’m not the only one not wearing underwear today,Mia thought numbly. She couldn’t believe what she was watching, right here in a public place! But she felt helpless to do or say anything—frozen to the spot.
Enoc began to spank his wife. They were loud slaps with his bare hand, straight to her bottom, which began to turn purple very quickly. At first Mia thought Lisha’s skin was bruising, but then she realized it was probably just the blood rising to the surface as it would for a human—it was purple instead of red because Lisha’s skin was blue, like all the other Chakiouns they’d met here in the PPP Dome.
As the spanking continued, Lisha made a great show of crying and writhing on her husband’s lap but strangely, Mia wasn’t completely convinced she was hating the experience. Maybe it was the way she was looking from the corner of her eye to make sure they were all still watching her performance, or maybe it was the way her breasts had popped out of the V-cut neckline of her dress and she was obviously grinding against her husband’s crotch while he spanked her. She was also moaning loudly.
“Oh husband, oh Enoc—I’m so very, truly sorry! I know I was a bad girl and a bad wife!” she moaned. “I know you have to punish me to make me good! Oh please…I’m sorry I was so very bad!Please!”
But it wasn’t at all clear if she was begging for him to stop…or to keep going.
Mia frowned—whatexactlywas going on here?
At last Enoc ended the spanking with one last swat to his wife’s plump behind. Then he pushed her rudely off his lap and pointed to the ground between his feet.
“You know what comes next,” he snapped. “Down on your knees, wife!”
“Yes, my husband.” Kneeling between his legs, Lisha quickly unfastened his trousers. Her breasts were still out and bare and Enoc reached forward casually to fondle them as she drew out his long, dark blue cock. It seemed to have a double head on it, Mia thought, but she didn’t get a chance to see if she was right because Lisha immediately took the entire long shaft into her mouth and down her throat.
“Good, that’s good…” Enoc tugged his wife’s nipples and thrust deep into her throat. This move would have made Mia gag, but Lisha was clearly used to it. She gave a muffled moan and sucked harder, pressing her mouth down until her nose was buried in her husband’s silver pubic hair.
“Take itall,”Enoc growled, thrusting up again as he twisted her nipples roughly. “I’m going to spill my seed soon woman, and I swear if you don’t swallow every single drop, it’s double punishments for you all the rest of this week!”
Mia didn’t see how Lishacouldspill a drop—her husband’s cock was shoved so far down her throat she probably wouldn’t even taste it when he shot his load!
The thought made her sick in a fascinated kind of way and for a moment, she remembered her fantasy of the night before—of herself kneeling before Sev and sucking his shaft while he stroked her hair and called her his “good girl”
But Enoc clearly didn’t believe in praise. He continued to thrust roughly in his wife’s mouth and tug her nipples until at last he stiffened and his face twisted into a sneer of effort and intensity. With a low groan, he jerked twice more and Mia could tell he was coming.
“Ah—Gods of the Universe!” he groaned in a strangled voice.
Further evidence of his orgasm was given by the way Lisha’s throat was moving—swallowing frantically to be certain she got every drop of her husband’s seed.
At the same time, Mia noticed something coming from Lisha’s nipples. Was that milk? Or something else? It had a kind of amber color and seemed to be thicker and stickier than breast milk. Was that something that happened when she got sexually excited or was the mysterious liquid flowing because of the way her husband had been squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples?
