by Sue Lyndon
“After the mess you made when daddy was trying to put a diaper on your butt, you deserve a good hard spanking, little girl.”
Daddy. Little girl. She trembled and her breath hitched at his choice of words. She liked calling him daddy, and she liked when he called her little girl, even if he was scolding her. Especially if he was scolding her.
Her face heated as she turned to meet his stern gaze. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Carmen?”
“I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad.”
He rose an eyebrow at her, and she shivered anew with excitement. “I will make no such promises, little one. Now what is it you need to confess to? You sound awfully guilty about something.”
“I-I’m wet again. You know, between my thighs. I’m so sorry, daddy.”
His eyes darkened and glimmered with lust, and she swore she heard his breathing accelerate. “I am going to spank you so hard on your bare bottom for wetting yourself again. You’re a very naughty little girl, Carmen, and you deserve to be punished for your lack of control.”
The shame his words filled her with caused the pulsing warmth in her core to tighten. She felt another gush of moisture seep from her slit, and she flushed all over as he regarded her sternly. “I said I was sorry, daddy.” She cupped her bottom and lowered her head. “Please don’t spank my bare bottom.”
Without another word, Erik grasped her wrist and led her to the bed, pulling her over his lap as he sat down.
“No, daddy, no!” She kicked her feet and reached around to shield her backside, only to have her hands pinned to her lower back.
“Stay still!” he admonished.
She wanted this. She needed this—real discipline. But her mind rebelled with dozens of logical reasons why she should be outraged by his actions. Grown women didn’t get spanked or allow a man to scold them, diaper them, and force them to stand in a corner while contemplating their behavior. Yet she’d let Erik do all those things, and despite all the reasons not to like it, she did. A lot.
He patted her butt twice before landing the first heavy spank over her diaper. A slew of rapid swats followed before he tugged the diaper down, baring her bottom for his firm chastisement. Thwack after thwack seared her, and the sound of steady, cracking blows filled the room. She squirmed and struggled, and Erik responded by tightening his hold and spanking faster. Harder.
Moisture wrought from the pain and embarrassment of her predicament burned in her eyes. She blinked and the tears rolled down her face, dripping on the covers beneath her.
“You will behave yourself on this planet, Carmen.” He maintained the quick pace of smacks, striking her upturned backside as he moved from left cheek to right cheek. The most painful blows landed on her lower bottom and upper thighs.
“Ouch! Ouchie! Ow!” She buried her face in the bedcovers briefly, then lifted her head as she moaned. “Okay, okay, I will be good. I really do promise!”
“I’m glad to hear it. Your spanking is almost over, Carmen. These next few are going to be the hardest.”
She tensed and closed her eyes as a sob racked her body. The remaining spanks fell on the tender lower curve of her butt, and she cried out as the pain intensified like a burst of flames across her bottom. She wept as he shifted from spanking hard to rubbing out the sting, and her tears fell faster when he leaned down to whisper soothing words into her ear.
This had been a real spanking. She was certain her ass would ache tomorrow, probably the next day too, and she’d be reminded of Erik’s discipline every time she sat down. She hoped she didn’t disappoint him and would be able to keep her cool around Blue and the rest of the aliens. They were in this crazy situation together, on a faraway world, and they only had each other to depend on.
Love and warmth surrounded her as he lifted her up into his strong, wide arms, cocooning her against his chest. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead with a gentleness that made her swoon.
The diaper slipped from around her ankles and fell to the floor, and she stared at it, not quite believing that this was really happening. Hardness poked at her sore bottom, and she shifted on his lap, intentionally trying to entice him. His breath hissed in, and he tensed and paused stroking her hair. He brought a hand between her legs and touched her slick pussy, spreading her moisture in circles over her throbbing clit. As he rubbed her aching parts, he stared into her eyes, not blinking once. She felt safe in his arms as he held her tight while gazing at her with a look of pure adoration.
“Don’t come yet, Carmen,” he warned, his breath hot against her face.
She gasped and shifted on his lap, parting her thighs wider. “But I’m so close, daddy. Please let me come.”
“Not yet. Control yourself, young lady.”
“But I can’t. It feels too good.” She arched against his fingers, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.
“You will control yourself or daddy will spank your little flower petals until they are bright red and stingy. Is that what you want?”
She almost came on the spot. His words thrilled her and left her clit pulsing so hard tears escaped her eyes. Her arms and legs trembled, and it felt as if moisture was continually seeping from her slit. “No, daddy, I don’t want you to spank me there.” Her face flushed as an image of him forcing her legs open as he smacked her pussy lips—her flower petals—flashed through her mind.
“Then be a good girl. I will tell you when you’re allowed to come. Trust daddy to give you what you need.”
Her heart swelled even as her whole body shook with need. “I trust you.”
He swirled faster and harder, and more tears rolled down her cheeks. She fisted the bedcovers in her hands, needing something to hold on to and distract her from coming apart in his arms before he permitted it. Her butt still ached from her spanking, and she didn’t want a sore pussy on top of that. Well, unless it was sore for an entirely different reason.
“After I permit you to come, Carmen, I’m going to tuck you into bed and we’re going to go to sleep. No arguments.”
“But I want to feel you inside me, daddy. Please.” She ached to feel him inside her, pounding her, and even the most intense orgasm wouldn’t satisfy that ache.
He shook his head. “We don’t have protection, and I know you aren’t on any type of birth control, Carmen. I saw your medical files before the Dastok 22 took off. Now, no more arguments, or I won’t let you come.”
She groaned and clutched the covers tighter, teetering on the edge of a release she wasn’t yet allowed to have. The swirls to her clit slowed to a torturous pace, and he brought more wetness from her core atop the little bud. A jolt shot through her, triggering an avalanche of sensation from which there was no return. She came loud and hard, riding his swirling fingers.
As her heartbeat slowed and her sanity returned in pieces, she peered up at daddy with wide eyes. Guilt and shame combined. She’d come without permission.
“I-I’m sorry, daddy! I couldn’t help it. I was so wet and achy between my legs, and your fingers felt so wonderful. Please don’t be mad at me.”
His already stern expression became sterner, clouding over as he shook his head at her. “You were a very bad little girl, Carmen, and you know it. Daddy told you to hold it in and you didn’t listen.”
Though she’d just ridden the waves of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced, her pussy began to swell anew. She winced as her sore bottom brushed across his pants as he shifted her onto the bed. Resting her head atop one of the pillows, she watched in breathless anticipation as he continued to stare at her. The firm lines of his frown deepened as he guided her legs apart, putting her little flower on display. For punishment.
She’d been naughty and now daddy had to teach her a lesson. Flutters quickened in her stomach, and she noticed her knees wobbling as she held herself open. He cupped her pussy and she whimpered, expecting the first spank to fall at any moment.
He pulled at her pussy lips, stretching them out o
ne at a time. “These are your little flower petals, Carmen, and daddy is going to spank them very hard since you were so naughty.”
Shuddering, she inhaled gasping breaths as she waited for the stinging slaps to begin. She grasped her knees and looked down the flat plane of her stomach to her aching center. Her swollen, red clit stood up from between the lips he kept pulling at. Finally, he cupped her mound again, but not for long. His hand rose up and came crashing down, his fingers slapping against her wet pussy lips. Again and again, he smacked her center as she struggled to remain still. Burning tears trickled from her eyes, and she bit her lip to stop its quivering.
“Daddy doesn’t like causing you pain, Carmen, but you need to be taught a lesson. Every time you come without permission, you will be punished in this way.” Smacks rained down as he lectured, his fingertips catching her pulsing clit with nearly every slap.
She sniffled. “I’m sorrrrry, daddy.”
A dozen or so more spanks seared her lips before he stopped to stroke her pussy, caressing it the same way he’d caressed her bottom after he’d finished spanking her. She cried quietly and wiped at her face. Glancing down, she gasped at the red shade of her pussy lips.
“Like a little red flower,” he said.
Her face flushed so hot she was certain it was the same color of red as her punished center. “I’m sorry I was naughty,” she said in a small voice.
He smiled down at her as he helped her into her underwear. She lifted her hips as he slipped them onto her bottom, and stifled a cry as the thin fabric rubbed against her sore flesh.
Scooting back on the bed, he patted his thighs and regarded her with warmth flickering in his gaze. “Come here and let daddy rock you to sleep.”
*
Erik closed his eyes and lifted his head as a breeze swept up onto the porch. Well, outdoor cage was more like it, but he had a scenic view of the exotic forest and a nearby body of water so large he believed it to be an ocean. Waves lapped at a white sandy shore, and the two suns shone down bright and hot, heating his skin and sinking him further into a relaxed state. The sound of birds shrieking and the waves lapping lulled him into thoughts of Carmen.
Five days had passed since the first night he’d spent in her room, the night he’d kissed her, disciplined her, and brought her to a screaming release. She’d behaved herself since then, not earning a single spanking from him or Blue. She’d even managed to control her orgasms better, though he still gave her a few playful swats now and then. Luckily the aliens had permitted him to continue sleeping in her room, and he was glad to be near her. But it was also testing his self-control, because he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her slick, tight little pussy, but he couldn’t. Getting her pregnant on an alien world was the last thing he wanted to do.
At least the aliens were no longer keeping them cooped up in their rooms all day. Sometimes he was separated from Carmen while she took one of their intelligence tests, but they hadn’t given him another test or puzzle to complete in days. He wondered if he’d passed them all, or perhaps they were giving him a break.
He stood from his chair at the sound of a door zipping open, and turned around with his heart pounding, expecting to see Carmen. The aliens had been testing her for a while today, and he hoped she was behaving herself.
His heart sank to see Big Hair enter the screened-in porch, and Erik returned to his chair and stared at the large purple birds swooping down upon the water’s surface. Occasionally they sprang back up with a flailing fishlike creature in their talons. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated that Big Hair had come to stare at him again. Big Hair liked to stare at him and Carmen a lot, and it was finally starting to get on his nerves.
“I am called Nuemis, alien friend.”
Erik jumped up and turned around to face Big Hair with wide eyes. Had the alien actually just talked to him? The voice had sounded robotic, but it had been a voice. He stared at the smiling creature who could’ve been a human if not for his tiny, square-shaped ears and inhuman height.
“You can talk?” Erik sputtered, frozen in place. “You can speak my language?”
Big Hair tapped at a necklace he wore with a small black box hanging from it. “Yes, I have discovered a way to communicate with you.” His lips didn’t move, but the words issued from the black box around his neck, the box shimmering with each word that came out.
“Your lips aren’t moving,” Erik said, tilting his head to the side as he regarded Big Hair with curiosity. Except he wasn’t Big Hair anymore. He’d said his name was Nuemis.
“That is correct, alien friend. My species is called Blumeran, and we do not communicate verbally, as I’ve discovered your species does. Blumerans communicate telepathically.”
Erik stepped forward, fascinated by what he was hearing. Holy. Fucking. Shit. This was unreal. He was actually talking to an alien. “My species is known as human. My name is Erik, and my female friend’s name is Carmen.”
Nuemis grinned and clasped his hands in front of him. “Erik and Carmen,” he repeated. “Humans!”
“So how does that device work?” Erik asked, nodding at the necklace.
“It translates your words into images, feelings, and words I can comprehend and then transmits them to the communication center of my brain, similar to the way my kind communicate with each other. A temporary linking using what we call thought pulses. In reverse, it translates my thoughts into your language and transmits them audibly.”
“I’m sure it’s a lot more complicated than that,” Erik said, smirking.
Nuemis regarded him with an intelligent gaze. “It is more complicated than that, but I suspect our technology is far more advanced than yours.” He gestured to the chairs facing the forest. “Please sit down, Erik, my human friend. We have much to discuss.”
His mind reeling, Erik sank down in one of the chairs and watched as Nuemis took a seat beside him.
“I also suspect you are curious about how the Blumerans found you and brought you back to our planet, Vella.”
“Yes, very curious.” Erik sat on the edge of his seat, all ears as he awaited Nuemis’s explanation. He had about a million questions to ask his new alien friend.
“My colleagues were scanning the planets in your solar system when they detected a disturbance on an asteroid between the second and third planet from your sun. The high levels of radiation they detected from your spacecraft led them to believe a fuel leak had triggered an explosion, though they didn’t stay to investigate long enough to come to a definitive conclusion. After they detected you and Carmen, they rendered you unconscious, which is typical procedure when we encounter a new species, and then they brought you on board our ship.”
“How long did it take to journey from my solar system to Vella?” Erik was intrigued.
“We can travel almost anywhere in the universe in less than one of our days, using space-folding technology. The slip through space is instantaneous, but depending on the location, it sometimes takes us a while to program the settings on our ships to create the perfect space fold to enter.”
Space folding. Holy fuck. Scientists had been theorizing about space folding for years, but so far no one had devised a method of creating a space fold. Excitement bubbled up within Erik, but he kept quiet, willing Nuemis to continue with his explanation.
“You are the first species we’ve ever discovered that look similar in appearance to us. The similarity is astounding, in fact. So astounding that we assumed you and Carmen would be telepathic like us. When you didn’t communicate with us upon awakening, we assumed you were newly transplanted in your bodies.”
“Newly transplanted?”
“Yes. Might I ask how long you spend in each body?”
Erik shook his head, confusion sweeping over him. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Humans get one body. We’re born, we live, and then we die in the same body. The average lifespan on Earth is about eighty-five years old.”
Nuemis’
s brow furrowed, and he scratched his head in a gesture of confusion that was so human Erik almost laughed. “Blumerans live a long time. Actually, as long as we don’t have an unfortunate accident, we can live forever, though the oldest Blumeran alive is only three hundred fifty thousand Blumeran years, which I believe translates to five hundred thousand Earth years.”
“How is that possible?” Erik’s mind whirled with possibilities.
“When our bodies began to show signs of ageing, we separate our consciousness from our old body and transplant it into an identical, younger adult body that is grown in one of our laboratories. After the transplantation, it takes the new body some time to function properly under the control of the mind. During this brief time, Blumerans cannot communicate telepathically with other Blumerans, and they are taken care of the way we have been taking care of you and Carmen. That is, until the body can finally operate under the mind’s control.”
Erik leaned forward. “Fascinating. So how old are you, Nuemis?”
“Oh, I’m actually rather young for my kind. I’m only ten thousand Earth years old. I am, however, one of the top scientists on Vella.”
Erik took a few moments to process this revelation while he gazed at the scenery, listening to the splashing of the waves in the distance. “If you grow bodies that are then joined with a consciousness, and everyone can live forever, how do you keep Vella from becoming overpopulated?” Overpopulation was an issue on Earth and one of the driving reasons to terraform Mars.
The single crease in Nuemis’s forehead deepened. “Our leaders determine how many unique Blumerans to create each year, but the number is always small. Never more than ten.” He paused and regarded Erik for a long while, his expression bursting with delight, as if he’d just made a new discovery in Erik. And he had. “Humans still procreate, and you do it the old way, don’t you? By mating, and the female then endures a pregnancy, like the animals we study on Vella, and gives birth to a small human creature. Amazing!”
“If you say so,” Erik replied with a laugh. “I bet plenty of Earth women would love to skip the whole pregnancy thing.” He recalled how uncomfortable his mother had been while carrying his younger brothers, and irritable too.