Page 27 of Commander's Slave
Shaking his head, he glanced at the ceiling. More memories washed over him. “No. I had to pick ten additional languages to learn in school. I picked as many Earth languages as the teachers would allow because they were easiest.” He chuckled. “Draken did the same.”
“I had to learn many languages too. My father insisted and got me tutors at an early age. He wanted me to grow up and go into interplanetary politics.” She sighed and resumed tracing the insignia on his shirt, her gaze drifting from his. “Are you still going to punish me, Master?”
“Yes, Betsy,” he said gently. “You must learn to obey me, and I expect after I warm your little bottom you’ll think twice before you hide from me again.” He decided not to include the name slipup, because he’d rather liked hearing his name on her lips. She’d corrected her error quickly by calling him ‘Master’ anyway. As long as she never made the slipup in public, he wouldn’t mention it.
To his surprise, she didn’t argue over her impending spanking, nor did she attempt to escape his lap. He suspected their little talk had lessened her fears. She nodded and twisted her hands together, biting her lip.
Pink stained her cheeks, and he found her nervousness adorable.
Though he still hated to cause her pain, he knew it was for the best. If word got out that the commander of Sumlin District’s warriors had a disobedient slave, his reputation would be tarnished. But even worse, town authorities would likely call for Betsy to be punished publicly. A commander’s slave was expected to be a model slave, and even though the house was secluded and far from the prying eyes of the town, Edek refused to risk her safety.
It was his duty to punish her.
To mold her into a good little slave.
He only hoped she didn’t grow to hate him for it.
“Stand up, Betsy. Let’s get this over with.” He helped her to her feet, guiding her to stand between his spread thighs. She bowed her head in a show of submission so lovely he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Sweetness radiated from her, and as clearly as he’d sensed her emotions earlier, he sensed her willingness to please.
“Tell me why you’re to be punished, Betsy. I want to hear you say it.”
She gasped at his command and her chest rose and fell heavily under her uneven breaths. Strands of auburn fell forward and she stared at him, her lips parted in surprise.
“Betsy,” he said in a warning tone. More color rose to her cheeks, and his groin tightened as desire spiraled through him at the sight of her continued nervousness.
“I-I am to be punished because I didn’t come up to your bedroom like I was supposed to.” Her words came out soft but strained.
“And?”
“And I was trying to hide from you, Master.” She gulped and licked her lips as she stiffened. With her head still bowed, she glanced away and her gaze wandered around the room. “If you’re waiting for me to apologize, that’s not going to happen. I’m afraid I’m not very sorry.”
Edek chuckled and grasped her hand, squeezing it as his fingertips stroked the softness of her palm. “By the time I’m done reddening your bottom, you will be sorry, Betsy. I can promise you that.”
He guided her over his lap, biting the inside of his mouth to restrain a groan as her center pressed down on his swollen cock. Taking her hands, he held them at the small of her back, ignoring her squeak of protest. She wiggled into place, as if trying to get comfortable, and Edek once again had to bite the inside of his mouth lest he moan at the exquisite feel of her body against his.
“You were naughty, Betsy,” he said in a scolding tone, reaching for the hem of her dress. “Naughty slaves get spanked on their bare bottoms.” The desire to see her bared to him had become too great. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. All the muscles in his body tensed as he lifted her dress, smoothing it above her waistline and holding her down as she struggled. He placed two light swats to her panty-covered backside. “Keep still, little human.”
Indecipherable mumbles drifted up from her, and Edek swatted the backs of her thighs until she quieted. Her punished flesh pinkened and the sight only caused his cock to harden further. She was over his knee. At his mercy. And soon, very soon, he would bare her bottom.
“What was that you said?” Jaw tight, he awaited her answer, though he doubted she’d actually repeat the words that obviously hadn’t been meant for his ears.
He marveled at her stubbornness and her bravery in the face of punishment. Most slaves would be down on their hands and knees, begging for leniency.
Yet as she’d stood between his thighs, he’d felt her true submission showing through, even as she battled with her emotions and didn’t want to surrender to him fully.
Her back and forth between submission and rebellion was a sight to behold, and he suspected he would never truly tame her. Nor did he wish to.
Her boldness made her attractive and reminded him of his outspoken wife, Renna.
Instead of making him sad, the comparison made him smile.
“What did you say?” he asked again.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” Alarm filled her tone.
“I thought not.” He shifted, covering her legs with one of his to prevent her kicking. Her bottom moved from side to side as she resumed squirming, and his breath caught at the view. Thin white panties covered her firm backside, and anticipation swelled as he fingered the hemline, preparing to draw them down to her knees.
