by Loki Renard
From the moment she entered the room, all eyes were locked on her naked form. They were drawn to her, seated moths gaping at a bright flame. There was a strange power in the display of her femininity, and she felt a flush of excitement as she realized it. A little trickle of desire appeared between her lower lips, but though the authorities were looking at her, she only had eyes for Kyren. His hand slid down her back and cupped her bottom, directing her to face the authorities.
“Remember what I told you.” He murmured the words softly in her ear. “They want another apology.”
“I am sorry, gentlemen,” she said, speaking the words Kyren had given to her in the bedroom. “My behavior was unforgivable, and I thank you for this opportunity to atone.”
It was all she could do not to grit her teeth as she was thanking the small crowd for her punishment, but Kyren’s hand on her bottom was enough to keep her focused on the task he wanted her to perform. She was doing this for him, because he thought it was important, and because he said it was imperative for both their safety. And, of course, because he never missed an opportunity to spank her bottom.
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear before stepping back and raising his voice. “Over the bench, Tara.”
She straddled the soft, but narrow bench and lay forward upon it. Her legs were spread wide by the camber of the bench, and she knew that each of the men present was now enjoying a view of her bottom and her pussy. They could probably see the gentle gleam of arousal. Perhaps, if they were particularly sharp, they might be able to see the way her lower lips were swelling with every passing moment as excited blood flowed toward her sex. She took some glee in displaying herself more boldly than she really felt inside. If the punishment was designed to shame her, she wanted to appear as shameless as possible.
Kyren smoothed his hand down her back and cupped her left cheek, spreading it so there was no longer any doubt that her pussy and bottom hole were on display to the room. There was a rumbling among the men, a mass shifting in the chairs. She wondered if they all had erections already, and if they would try to hide them. Maybe they would feel the shame she was supposed to be feeling.
“Tara has been high spirited from the outset,” Kyren said. “It was my mistake to allow her access to the public before I had taught her a few lessons.”
“Then perhaps you should be over this bench,” Tara quipped.
There was a soft chuckle from somewhere behind her, then a sharp slap landed dead center of her cheeks.
“Hush,” Kyren said sternly. “This is punishment, Tara. Act like it.”
“She is very spirited, isn’t she.”
Tara recognized the voice. It was Hywell Junior, the man who had commented on her appearance. The man who made fear go trickling down her spine yet again. There was just… something about the man that made Tara very relieved that it was Kyren standing over her naked body, and not him.
“The colonies are notorious for their poor training of both sexes,” Kyren replied grimly, landing another slap to her bottom.
For a moment, Tara almost thought she was a wild young woman from a far-off colony. In a way, she was. She let out another little giggle, this time at how close the lie was to the real truth. It earned her several hard swats that turned her laughter to yelps.
“I expect to hear your contrition,” Kyren lectured sternly. “This is a serious matter. You have brought shame on the authorities of the great city. Your unruly behavior brought shame upon this house.”
He was laying it on thick, both with his words and his palm. The slaps echoed loudly around the room as he painted her bottom bright red. She knew it was red because the authorities could not help themselves from commenting.
“A brilliant hue,” someone murmured.
“Glorious,” another man added.
The slaps might have been loud, but they were being delivered with a cupped palm and were not overly painful. The sting was more invigorating than it was chastising and it was all Tara could do not to giggle as he made her bottom jiggle.
“Tell me you are sorry, Ms. Antigone!”
Tara buried her face in her hands and let out a sound that sounded passably like a sob. “I’m sorry,” she gasped through another barrage of slaps that landed slightly harder, but far from hurting her, only succeeded in making her wetter and hotter than before. Being publicly disciplined was one of the most arousing things that had ever happened to her. Her position over the bench pressed her sex against it firmly, and with every slap she was jiggled against the slick material. Between slaps, her hips began to move in a slow dance, a surreptitious attempt to pleasure herself in the midst of her punishment. It was very naughty, and she knew she would be in trouble for it if Kyren noticed, but she figured he was more concerned with putting on a good show for the authorities than stopping her from enjoying it.
The lecturing went on, as did the slapping, which made her bottom sting and tingle all the more. He was still not using a fraction of his strength; he had spanked her much harder on the day she had actually escaped.
“I am sorry!” she gasped between swats. “Oh, I am so deeply, deeply sorry!” The more she apologized, the more she was tempted to giggle, if not outright moan. The deviousness of it all was exhilarating. Her pussy was clenching, the inner walls wanting something to ride against. Her bottom felt swollen and tight, but still his slaps did not register as pain. They were little explosive bursts quickly propelling her toward one final internal detonation. The bench was becoming slick with her juices, her clit sliding across the smooth material over and over again as she rode it through her spanking.
“A hundred!” Kyren declared the number and stepped back, leaving Tara wriggling over the bench. She had not known that there was a number of strokes to be given. “Are you satisfied, gentlemen?”
There was a reluctant murmur among the authorities. Tara had no doubt that they wanted to see more, but this was not supposed to be a live show. This was supposed to be a punishment, delivered according to rules and regulations. A hundred swats had been given and myriad apologies had been tendered. Her penance was done. She could sense it, and soon the authorities were making noises that confirmed her suspicions.
“Stay where you are, Tara,” Kyren ordered. “I will see our honored guests out.”
The sound of ten men reluctantly leaving their seats and filing out of the room ensued behind her. Tara folded her hands on the bench and rested her head on them, swinging her legs as she waited for Kyren to return. Her legs were still spread, and the pressure of her motion against her clit was pleasurable. She was eager for him to come back and finish what he had begun… the sensual pleasuring that had to end with them climaxing together.
She soon heard Kyren’s footsteps, then felt his hand sliding along her back. His fingers curled in her hair and he leaned down toward her as his other hand cupped her hot bottom cheeks.
“You can stop giggling now,” he said sternly, his lips next to her ear. “I can tell the difference between contrite sniffles and stifled laughter. I barely touched you in front of them. I will do much more now we have our privacy.”
Tara’s eyes flew open in surprise. “Why?”
“Because…” he snarled in her ear. “One of them might have noticed that you were not as sorry as you were pretending to be. Because yet again, you engaged in risky behavior. And this time, you were warned how important this was.”
“They didn’t notice anything,” she argued. “They were staring at my butt. That was all they cared about.”
His palm landed against her bottom. The first thing she noticed was the sound it made, a loud crack that echoed around the room and was followed by a burst of heat and sensation that threatened to overload her nerves. She let out a cry of real regret and her toes danced against the rug beneath her feet.
“Kyren! That hurts!”
“Good,” he said. “I did not wish to punish you this thoroughly in front of them. I wanted to preserve your emotional dignity, even if the physical
had been somewhat sacrificed. But I will not have you pull a stunt like that again. That was a serious matter, pet, and you took it far too lightly for my liking.”
“I did what you told me to do!”
“You took advantage of what should have been a serious punishment. You were on the verge of coming when I ended it. What would the authorities have said if you had orgasmed in front of them? What would they have done if they saw your cunt quivering in response to the punishment and their stares?”
His fingers slid between her legs and found the slippery entrance of her body. There was no denying her arousal, but Tara also had no intention of apologizing for it.
“I liked you punishing me like that,” she admitted. “It was hot, and you didn’t do it hard… so… it’s your fault I enjoyed it.”
“Oh, my fault!” He landed another hard slap, this time to her other cheek. “Well, allow me to make up for my earlier softness…”
“No! I just mean…” Tara gasped. “I mean it was hot. You can’t blame me for liking it when you touch me. “
“I suppose I can’t,” he admitted, thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy. “And I suppose you can’t help being a hyper-sexed human who becomes aroused at almost everything. I should have known being bared before a group of men would excite you more than shame you. You can’t help it. Your ancestors reproduced in orgiastic circles…”
The history lesson was hard to take in with his fingers plunging in and out of her sex. Tara arched her back and held her hips high, taking every stroke until Kyren could stand it no more and loosed his cock. He took her by the hips and pulled her back to the edge of the bench before sliding deep inside her, his cock stretching her slippery inner walls.
Tara let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. This was what she had needed all along, him inside her, filling her deep. Kyren held her hips in place and used her with hard, fast strokes, fucking her at his pleasure.
“You are a naughty pet,” he growled down at her. “A naughty, fuckable little pet.”
Tara squealed with erotic delight, her pussy gripping him as he ravaged her tender body, his cock branding her with his possession. Her hips were trapped between his hands, locked in place so she could not do anything but take him. He’d lifted her an inch or so above the bench, so grinding her clit against the surface wasn’t possible anymore. Kyren was enjoying her hot pussy, making it clear that this was about his pleasure.
“What am I supposed to do with a naughty pet who gets wet when she is being punished?” He punctuated the question with hard thrusts that made her gasp and moan. “How can I train a girl who enjoys being bad?”
“Maybe you can’t…”
Her moaned answer made him chuckle. “Oh, I think I can, pet.” He pressed her back down on the bench and spread her cheeks, pulling his cock from her pussy. His fingers swept along the wet folds of her pussy and found her bottom hole instead, smearing her slick juices over the tight little bud… and then it wasn’t his fingers toying with her bottom, but the thick head of his cock pressing there.
“Relax, pet,” he murmured, running his hand over her back and down over her bottom. He took her hands, which had been grasping at the bench, and moved them back to her own hot cheeks. “Spread yourself for me.”
He was going to make her hold herself open for him. And he was going to take her bottom. Tara whimpered, but she knew she had to obey him. She had just taunted him, and now she was paying the price for that. She clutched her cheeks and held them open as his cock slowly penetrated her anus, the tight ring of muscle resisting him out of natural function as he speared into her bottom.
“Good girl,” he murmured, adding a little more lubricant from a bottle near the bench. It was almost as if he had planned this from the beginning, though Tara knew she had taunted him into this. The lubricant was cool and slippery and she felt it being pressed inside her with the plunging of his cock as it sank deeper and deeper with his every thrust.
It was slow at first, the thick head of him making incremental progress. He pulled out for a moment and massaged the insides of her bottom with the lubricant as she held herself open, whimpering and moaning as he made her most private hole ready for a proper fucking.
“You’re already being so much more obedient,” he mused, his fingers deep inside her bottom. “I think you might be trainable after all, pet.”
He pulled his fingers from her bottom and slid his cock back in. This time it was an easier fit; the ring of muscle at the entrance of her body was starting to relax and allow him in. He slid in slowly, but smoothly, the head of his cock finding the buttery hot warmth of her insides.
The feeling of being filled so deeply, so thoroughly was intoxicating. Tara’s body arched in response, the tight places relaxing as she gave herself to the man who had made himself her master. Her clit was tingling, her pussy clenching as if it were being filled, and her breath came in short little gasps as Kyren fucked her bottom long and slow.
The heat and the tightness were too much for either of them to contain for very long. As Kyren thrust harder and his fingers toyed with her clit, Tara began to lose control. Her bottom clenched around him, her hips grinding with need as he fucked her toward a mutual orgasm that came roaring through them both, drawing passionate cries and growls as Kyren filled her tight bottom hole with his seed.
“Good, pet,” he murmured finally, giving Tara much needed reassurance that she was forgiven for her earlier misbehavior. He patted her bottom lightly and gave her the order to let go of her cheeks, which she did feeling a secondary blush indistinguishable from the one the climax had given her. He had humbled her so thoroughly she could barely stand it.
Kyren sat down on one of the many fine couches and pulled her into his lap, kissing her passionately and running his fingers through her hair.
“I cannot lose you, Tara,” he murmured. “That is why I am so strict. That is why I will continue to be strict. You don’t understand how swiftly all this can change if the wrong people are angered. Udine seems to be a society of order, but there is always chaos beneath it. The Authority are good people to have as allies, very poor ones to have as enemies.”
“You don’t sound like you like this planet very much,” Tara observed. “You almost never say anything nice about it, and you live all the way up here, away from everyone.”
“I have my reasons, pet,” he murmured. “They do not need to concern you.”
“What does need to concern me?”
“Your training,” he said swiftly. “There is much more of it to come. We have barely scratched the surface thus far. The only reason the Authority men were not more suspicious is because they believe you are from a relatively uncivilized colony. But that excuse will not wash forever, and not for all things. There may be some social events we attend which don’t largely entail your bare bottom on display…”
Tara let out a little giggle. “Well, I hope not.”
“Sometimes I wonder, pet,” Kyren drawled. “You were so natural on display like that. One would be forgiven for thinking you like to be shown off…”
Tara blushed and hid her face in his chest as he chuckled, holding her close. “Oh, pet,” he murmured. “You are unique in all the world.”
Chapter Eight
As Kyren said, so it was. Training. More training. Language. Manners. Customs. Every day, Tara found herself absorbing some new rule. There were so many of them she could barely keep them straight in her head. Kyren was taking her training excessively seriously in her view, to the extent that she was starting to feel sexually deprived. Every night she was so tired she fell into bed before Kyren and fell asleep, and every morning he woke her early to begin her lessons again. The Udanese genetics seemed to give him less of a need for sleep, and much more energy while he was awake. Tara was having a hard time keeping up with his various orders and lessons.
She slumped into a chair in the lounge mid-lesson, glad to have the weight off her feet.
“No!” Kyren lectured ster
nly. “You sit before the men, but after the Authority wives.” He pointed at the loyal maids who were playing along with Tara’s lessons, pretending to be the wives of the authorities who had seen Tara totally naked being spanked over a long bench. Tara didn’t really see how seating order could matter given that fact.
“There’s a hierarchy to sitting? You people can’t just put your asses on the chairs?” Her tone held more than a little sarcasm.
“No. As I have explained to you many times, in Udine, there is an order to every movement. The most well-bred people are those who understand the rituals and customs the best. If you are going to fit in at the ball, you will have to learn these…”
“I don’t even care anymore,” Tara sighed.
“You don’t have the choice of not caring,” Kyren growled. “And believe me, pet, I can give you a reason to care.”
“I bet you can’t,” she said, pulling her feet up behind her on the chair. “Nothing you can do can make me care even a little bit about all this.”
The maids shifted uncomfortably. They were nice enough women, but they were always confused and a little disconcerted when Tara didn’t immediately do as she was told.
“Thank you for your help, ladies,” Kyren said, waving to them. “You may return to your duties while I deal with my disobedient pet.”
The maids looked relieved as they filed out of the room. One of them glanced back at Tara, giving her an encouraging little smile. Tara flickered a little smile back. She liked the maids. They reminded her of the women she had shared her village on Earth with. Kyren was forever finding her in their quarters. He accused her of trying to get out of her training, but it wasn’t that, it was feeling like part of a bigger group of women. It was Tara’s natural state and though there were many wonders and advantages to living on Udine, she missed the simple social circles of her home.
“You don’t have anything to smile about, pet,” Kyren snapped. She had annoyed him with her outburst; that was obvious.
