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)
“One!” he growled. “What do you say, Phoebe?”
“Ow! Sir, I shouldn’t have to—”
“Two!” He spanked her again. “What do you say, Phoebe?” he repeated.
She twisted her head to glare up at him defiantly.
“Look, you can’t just expect me to—”
“Three!” Sirex spanked her again. He was using his open hand and he wasn’t hitting her to do damage—just to teach her a lesson. But he made sure that the spanking stung enough to get his point across.
“Sir, please!” she moaned.
“That’s three that don’t even count because you haven’t said you’re sorry yet,” Sirex reminded her. “We can keep this up for as long as it’s necessary, Phoebe. Are you going to behave or not?”
She must have seen the implacable look on his face because her defiant expression melted into a pleading one.
“Sir, please—I’ll be good. I’m sorry—you don’t have to spank me anymore,” she begged softly. There were tears in her big, silver-green eyes which probably ought to have melted his heart. But Sirex couldn’t allow them to.
“I’ll start the count again,” he growled. “And this time you’re going to say you’re sorry after every blow. Understand?”
“Y-yes…” Her breath hitched in her throat and a tear ran down her cheek.
Sirex was torn—part of him wanted to cuddle her in his arms and kiss those tears away. But another part—a part he’d been resisting all his life—surged forward. He felt a rush of lust—she was helpless and in his control and he would punish her if it pleased him. Later he would comfort her, but for now she was in for a spanking.
He brought his hand down on her lush bottom again—by now it was warm and rosy with heat—at least to his infrared vision.
“One!” he said again.
“Ow!” Phoebe cried. “I…I’m sorry, Sir!”
“Good. I know you are,” Sirex told her. “Now again…two…”
The spanking went on and on and it seemed like his shafts got harder with every blow. Every time she struggled and wiggled against him…every moan and cry drawn from her lush lips made him want her even more.
It was wrong—Sirex knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way—shouldn’t be getting so much pleasure from punishing her.
And yet he couldn’t seem to help it. What did that say about him? He didn’t know and at the moment, he didn’t have time to even consider it.
17
PHOEBE
Phoebe moaned and cried and apologized over and over and over.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she gasped as the stinging blows continued to rain down on her bare behind.
But Sirex didn’t stop until he’d counted to ten and she had said she was sorry after each blow. By the time he was finished, Phoebe’s ass felt like it was on fire!
At the same time, though, her pussy was wet. Not just wet—drenched. Almost as much as it had been when he’d been petting her nipples and clit as he mapped her for the harness. What was wrong with her? It wasn’t that she liked the pain—was it because her stern mentor was forcing her to submit? Or maybe that he was punishing her in such a public place with everyone watching her shame?
Phoebe didn’t know. She only knew that when the last blow finally fell, she burst into tears and felt incredibly horny at the same time. What was going on with her?
“All right now. Have you learned your lesson?” Sirex set her back on her feet, pulling her forward to stand between his spread legs. He was so tall that they were still nearly eye-to-eye, even with him sitting and her standing.
“Y-yes,” Phoebe sobbed. She was trying not to cry but the whole experience had been overwhelming. And she was so confused about what she was feeling—a complex mixture of lust, embarrassment, and anger as well as the desire to just curl up in his lap and be comforted.
“Yes, what?” he asked sternly.
“Yes, Sir.” She swiped at her eyes and took a trembling breath.
“And are you ever going to speak so disrespectfully to a male again?” he demanded.
“N-no, Sir,” she whispered, shaking her head.
“Good. Then come here.” He drew her into his arms and hugged her briefly. “Be a good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Don’t make me spank you again.”
“I…I’ll t-try to be good.”
Phoebe still wasn’t quite sure why she’d shouted at the huge, ugly Trollox in the first place. Yes, she was outraged by the way women were treated here, but she was smart enough not to say anything. Somehow, though, when Thruck had been talking about how women just couldn’t “keep their fingers out of their honeypots” and therefore had to be restrained, her anger had bubbled over and she hadn’t been able to help blurting out what she was thinking.
She wondered if it had anything at all to do with the faint, sweet smell that seemed to permeate the air here? Was there some kind of drug circulating in the air currents of the palace?