Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“As Guardian of the Shining One, it is our job to be certain everything that meets the Emperor’s gaze is appealing and pleasing,” Thruck said, frowning. “His Majesty must not be made to look upon ugliness of any kind—it would disrupt his composure and make it difficult for him to rule effectively. Therefore, let us see your female…or else leave the palace at once.”
Though he still didn’t like it, Sirex saw that he didn’t have a choice.
“Phoebe, remove your clothing,” he said to her.
She started to do so but Thruck exclaimed,
“Stop!”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Sirex took a step closer to her and put an arm around her protectively.
“She has no non-con bracelets on!” Thruck sounded horrified and affronted, as though Phoebe had done something to personally offend him.
“I don’t know what those are,” Sirex said, frowning.
“Non-cons—non-contact bracelets,” Undersecretary Y’sfer explained quickly. “They keep your female from touching certain sensitive parts of her own anatomy. They are extremely important when it comes to keeping a female in line,” he added.
“Y’sfer, bring a pair of non-cons for this female at once!” Thruck demanded. “We will not tolerate a free female in our presence!”
“Yes, my Lord Thruck!” Y’sfer hurried off and returned shortly with a small wooden box. He opened the lid to reveal two thick golden manacles. “Here you are…” He offered the open box to Sirex. “Simply put these on your woman and she won’t be able to achieve sexual pleasure without your touch.”
“What? Why is that important?” Sirex demanded. He was extremely reluctant to put any kind of strange tech he didn’t know about on Phoebe.
“Why, because if women aren’t controlled they’ll always be touching themselves!” Thruck exclaimed. “Such nasty little bitches—they can’t keep their fingers out of their honeypots for a minute unless they’re restrained!”
“That’s ridiculous!” Phoebe suddenly burst out. She stepped out from behind Sirex and glared up at the huge Trollox. “You’ve seriously invented a device to keep women from touching their own bodies? What kind of Handmaid’s Tale mess are you running around here?”
“Phoebe!” Sirex barked, glaring at her. He knew she was what the humans called a “feminist” meaning that she believed men and women were equal and women shouldn’t be treated as lesser beings. For that matter, he was a feminist himself. But now was not the time or place to display her irritation at the wrong-headed and misogynistic ways of the planet they were visiting. What could she be thinking?
“Well!” Lord Thruck put a hand to the lace ruff cascading down his chest and the eyes of his normal head opened wide in shock. “How dare you allow your woman to speak that way to us? We are male and therefore vastly superior! You ought to have her tongue cut out!”
“That’s an excellent idea, Lord Thruck!” Y’sfer nodded eagerly. “I can go get the Royal Tongue splitter at once if you wish.”
“No!” Sirex pushed Phoebe back behind him. “Phoebe is my woman—no one lays a hand on her but me.”
“Then you must punish her at once! Or you can leave the palace immediately,” Lord Thruck snapped. “We will not be spoken to so disrespectfully—especially by a mere female!”
“Fine,” Sirex growled. He wondered again what Phoebe could have been thinking, staging an outburst like that? She had endangered the mission and really put him on the spot! Now he had to find a way to punish her in a way that would mollify Thruck and convince him to let them stay.
Looking around, he saw a large golden footstool that no one was using. Taking Phoebe by the arm, he dragged her over and sat on the stool. Then he pulled her face down over his lap and released the magno-tabs that held her skirt in place. This put her bare bottom on display, the full globes of her ass jiggling enticingly.
“Hey, what are you doing? Stop!” Phoebe tried to struggle off his lap, but Sirex was having none of it.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Phoebe,” he growled, wrapping his right leg around her legs and gripping both her wrists in his left hand to hold her still. “Now you’ve got to take your punishment!”
“No! No, please!” she moaned, wriggling in his lap. Her wild motions and her moans were causing his shafts to react. Or maybe it was the fact that he was holding her down—restraining her as she struggled to get away. Sirex didn’t know the exact reason he was harder than he ever had been before, but he didn’t have time to analyze it right now.
“I’m going to give you ten blows,” he told her, his voice going low and menacing. “And after every one, you’re going to say ‘I’m sorry.’ If you don’t say it, that adds another blow to the spanking. Do you understand?”
“But Sir—” she began.
Sirex brought his right hand down hard on her luscious ass.