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It works a little too well.
I feel a crack as I hit whatever that clear barrier is made out of, and there’s a brief moment of resistance before I pass through, bits of clear stuff shattering all around me. Funny how when you break things, they get more visible than they were before.
My plan, as far as it can be called a plan, is to run past these weird fucking creatures and get the hell out of here.
The plan fails almost immediately.
I get out, and I’m free and that’s good, but what’s not good is the fact that the blue monster with the shorter hair and the more snarling disposition snatches me up like I weigh nothing at all and throws me over his lap. He sits down in a chair that is made to suit his scale, and he locks me in place over his lap.
I know what’s going to happen. Only one thing ever happens in this position. But I also can’t believe that’s what’s going to happen to me. I used to get my ass spanked all the time, so I’m shocked, but not surprised when I feel a sudden slap across my cheeks, bringing a flash of hot pain zipping through me.
“Fuck!” I curse. It hurts more than I remember, even through the light cloth of the scrubs. It’s been a while since anybody did this to me. When I was a young tearaway, this’d happen all the time. Nurses, governesses, sometimes even my guards, they’d all deal with me when they saw fit.
Never actually worked on me though. Never made me any better behaved. Never stopped me from growing up rebellious and wayward. This alien doesn’t know that though. He probably thinks he’s going to make a difference by smacking my ass.
He keeps spanking me, firm swats that make my ass tingle, sting, and then burn. He doesn’t say a word at first, he just spanks me like it’s his fucking job.
I suppose I should be grateful. These creatures are huge. He’s got to be the size of two men at least, maybe three. I bet he could crush me if he wanted, but somehow he knows how to smack me just hard enough to really fucking hurt, but not do actual damage.
“I am tired of misbehaved humans,” he says to the other alien, speaking out loud for what I’m guessing must be my benefit, though he still hasn’t addressed a single word directly to me. “I am done with allowing their actions to cost lives and cause trouble. I absolutely refuse to have another human on this ship who will not obey.”
He’s smacking my ass and not even talking to me as he does it. I feel like an entirely incidental thing, just a problem he has to solve, not even a human, as he calls me.
“Let me go, you fucking psycho!” I curse him out. “What the fuck are you?”
“They’re aliens,” Jenn says. “You’re on an alien ship.”
Maybe I am. And maybe it’s fucking stupid to try to fight against something this strong if it decides it’s going to whip your ass, but I can’t help myself. I start fighting and struggling properly. I curse this asshole alien, refusing to be impressed by his massive size and strength and the fact that by all accounts, he comes from outer space.
“Let me fucking go!” I curse at him.
Now he talks to me for the first time. “I have no intention whatsoever of letting you go until you find some manners in your tongue, and some submission in the rest of you.”
Submission.That word rankles. I’m not fucking submissive, and I don’t care what he does to me, I’m not going to become submissive either.
“You’re going to be waiting a really long time,” I tell him, grunting the words between slaps.
“And you’re going to be sore for a very long time,” he snaps back.
He holds me down and he spanks me like I’ve never been spanked before, long and hard, and without mercy. He yanks my scrubs down, bares my ass and keeps spanking from the center of my butt all the way down to the middle of my thighs. He’s done this before, obviously. Many times. I have to wonder where these aliens are meeting so many people they know how to spank them properly. It feels like being cast back in time a very long way, when misbehaved, willful women would be thrashed to put them back in their place.
He’s an old-fashioned alien.
I let out a laugh at that paradoxical thought, even through the discomfort of having my ass whipped, I have a strong sense of humor — and an even stronger sense of not letting the bastards keep me down.
“You find this amusing?” He growls the question down at me, and I immediately take the opportunity to get under his skin.
“Yeah,” I say. “I do.”
“Then let me make this much less so,” he says. I don’t know where he gets the implement he uses. Maybe someone hands him a thick leather strap. Or maybe he just has something in his pocket. Both aliens are wearing something like an approximation of human clothing in that they’re wearing pants and shirts. It doesn’t really matter, because all thoughts flee my head the second whatever the hell it is makes harsh, stinging contact with my ass and then doesn’t stop.
Slap after slap, stroke after stroke, the alien punishes me.
I feel tears leaping to my eyes within seconds of this new phase of the punishment starting. I try to blink them away, because the last thing I want to do is cry in front of this thing, but goddamn he knows how to spank. Every slap jolts me against his hard leg and sends shocks running all the way through my body. I can feel him spanking me in my knees and in my toes and in the roots of my hair.
I’m almost at breaking point when he tips me onto my feet and holds me between his legs. My pants are down, and they fall all the way in this new position, which means I’m now bare-assed and he can see the dark curling hair between my legs. I try to squirm away, but he locks big alien hands on my hips and keeps me still.
“You’ve broken something on our ship after we spent weeks of resources on saving your life. It is clear that you make reckless decisions, because you got yourself shot before you arrived here. You are fortunate that my brother and his pet took pity on you, or you would have bled out on earth, you ungrateful little wretch.”
