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“You are not in trouble for becoming angry,” Draven clarified. “Your anger was understandable. You were shocked by a situation you did not understand. Why are you about to be punished?”
Shame and frustration extinguished the rest of her anger. She’d reacted as any human would. She let her upbringing—no, even that was a copout. Many humans knew how to control their tempers and solve problems instead of adding to a conflict. “I lashed out instead of trusting you to protect one of the people I love.”
“Very good.”
Draven took a deep breath and for just a moment she sensed his emotions. Correcting her behavior aroused him. There was no denying that, but she sensed frustration and even a flicker of regret. He was a controller. It was his nature to be strict and aggressive, but he did not like being cruel. And her behavior called for cruelty.
“Come.” He held out his hand and helped her to her feet.
Flora knew what was coming, not the specific means, but the sequence of events was obvious. He would spank her, likely using some sort of implement. Then they would arouse her without letting her orgasm. The last part was the worst. Aching, needing to be filled so badly that she begged them to fuck her. It was humiliating to be so needy, so out of control. And through it all they would remind her where she’d gone wrong, reinforcing the lesson in the hopes that it would not need to be repeated. Only after Draven was sure that her contrition was genuine would they share pleasure with her.
Draven led her into the larger of the two bedrooms and motioned toward the foot of the bed. “Bend over and spread your legs.”
Expecting this, she immediately assumed the position and centered her mind. Pain was remarkably cathartic. She had learned a lot about herself while bent over Draven’s knees.
“Noratu will warm you up while I gather what I need.”
Noratu had never spanked her before. He’d punished her in other ways, but he’d never hit her. For some reason that bothered her more than the intense pain Draven was doubtlessly going to cause her. She looked at Noratu, concern in her eyes.
Noratu smiled as he approached, but desire transformed his coloring and the change had already begun. His skin shimmered with metallic luster and his hair was more red than gold. “Accept the consequences of your actions,” he advised. “As of tonight, you must fully embrace your Altorian nature.” He guided her head back around, then ran his fingers down her spine. “Our ways seem harsh, but they are effective. This lesson is about much more than sex.” He reinforced the statement with two stinging swats, one to each side of her bottom.
Flora closed her eyes and absorbed the discomfort, accepting rather than resisting.
“You were rude and defiant.” He paused as his hand fell several times. “Is such behavior allowed?”
“No, Master N.” She shifted her weight from foot to foot, already restless.
He swung upward and caught the underside of her cheek. She clenched her teeth, not yet ready to reveal her discomfort. The area was particularly sensitive and clearly Noratu knew it. He spanked the same spot ten times before switching to the other side. The compounding pain finally dragged a cry from her throat. Again, he worked the same spot, cruelly deepening the impact.
“You have been very naughty, and naughty girls must be taught how to behave.”
She wanted to hate his condescending tone, but something inside her liked it, maybe even needed it. “Yes, Master N. Thank you for caring enough to correct me.” Draven insisted on being thanked whenever he disciplined her, so the words flowed automatically off her tongue.
Affection rolled into her mind as his hand continued to warm her bottom. Her breasts swayed with each firm slap and her core throbbed with the need to be filled. She breathed through each stinging swat but heat sank deeper and deeper.
He slipped his hand between her legs and teased her pussy, lightly rubbing her clit and circling her opening without pushing inside. “You’re already so wet, my love. But it’s going to be a very long time before this sweet little pussy gets any attention.” He returned to spanking her, his hand falling harder than before. “That’s too bad, because I really want to fuck you.”
She moaned, rolling her hips upward so her pussy was on display. She didn’t care if she was wanton, was far beyond embarrassment. A few more seconds with his fingers on her clit and she would come.
“Sorry, love.” Noratu squeezed her pinkened cheeks then moved out of the way so Draven could take his place.
Apparently, she was adequately warmed up.
Draven fisted the back of her hair and urged her up. She went with him immediately so his harsh hold didn’t actually hurt, it was just an inescapable show of dominance.
“Grasp the bedpost, hands above your head,” he directed.
Flora moved closer to the large, sculpted post and raised her hands above her head. The post was too thick for her fingers to span, but it helped keep her arms raised. She didn’t know what he intended, was pretty damn sure she didn’t want to know. Fear threaded through her desire, but she tried not to panic. Draven used pain and humiliation to reinforce his lessons, but he would never intentionally harm her.
“Arch your back and stick that ass out.”
She licked her lips and fought back the urge to defy him. He could be such an asshole when he was in full controller mode. She was fighting hard not to tell him off and run from the room. Instead, she pressed her forehead against the post and arched her back.
A subtleswishingsound was her only warning and then fire branched out across her ass. She gasped, then twisted her neck so she could see what the hell he was using. He held a flogger, or the Altorian version of one. It had a smooth handle and at least twenty tails of what looked like leather. He adjusted his hold and her eyes widened. The handle was shaped like a cock! Did he intend to fuck her with that thing when he had finished whipping her?
“Face forward and keep your feet flat. You earned this correction, now learn from it.”
She tried to passively accept the pain, but the sting was intense and the flogger covered half her ass with each swat. She breathed through the pain and consciously kept her cheeks relaxed when the strands made contact with her skin. None of it helped. The pain quickly escalated and the heat was unbearable.
