by S. L. Hadley
“I asked you a question,” Lio said, hand hovering dangerously above her ass.
“I—I don’t know!” Kitty exclaimed. She arched her back as she tried to lift herself to judge his expression. As soon as she started to rise, however, Lio’s hand caught her between the shoulder blades and guided her back down.
“Go on.”
Kitty swallowed hard as her mind raced to explain her confused thoughts.
“I don’t think I’m a bad girl,” she said. “Normally, I’m very good. I just… I did a bad thing.”
“I see. And why does this—” Lio emphasized the word with a single swat to her bottom, “—happen when you do a bad thing?”
“So I remember,” Kitty replied without hesitation. “And, next time, I won’t want to do it.”
Lio chuckled once, giving her rear a gentle pinch. He’d probably intended it to be affectionate, but in its current state, it hurt her ass nearly as much as a full-on smack. Kitty sucked air through her teeth as she forced herself to lie still. She’d underestimated how strong the Arsalian was and how sore he could leave her. Thank heavens the whole thing was nearly over.
“That’s right,” he said. “And how many spanks do you think it would take to make you remember for next time?”
Letting out a soft sigh, Kitty hung her head.
“I’ll remember,” she murmured.
Lio laughed, catching her off guard.
“You’ll remember?” he said. A bit of teasing had crept into his voice. “Missy, you haven’t even been punished yet!”
Eyes going wide, Kitty tried to look at him. And, yet again, Lio’s hand guided her back down over his knee.
“But… the spanking—!” she gasped.
“—was because you used bad language,” Lio finished for her. “How many do you think you deserve for lying? I thought we’d start with fifty.”
Fifty? He’d barely given her a dozen and Kitty was already going to be sore for hours! She thrashed, breaking out in a cold sweat at the notion that her punishment wasn’t even a fifth of the way through.
“No!” she begged. “That’s too many! I promise, I’ll remember!”
If Lio heard the desperation in her voice, he certainly gave no sign of it. Even Kitty herself wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On the one hand, she’d asked for a punishment. And if she could simply decide when she’d had enough, it wouldn’t have been much of a punishment at all. But, on the other hand… fifty?
The moment her spanking resumed, all thoughts of fairness flew out of Kitty’s mind. She squealed, kicking and trying in vain to shield her ass by folding her legs up to block the blows. Lio’s iron grasp kept her vulnerable and utterly exposed, however. Within a few swats, her rear was screaming in pain and it was all she could do not to join it. The involuntary tears had returned and begun dripping down her cheeks.
By the time they were half-way done, Kitty was blubbering for real. In the back of her mind, she cursed herself for agreeing to this, much less proposing it. But outwardly, all she could do was whimper and squirm as Lio systematically left her shapely backside a mass of sore, inflamed skin and bruises.
“I’m sorry!” she pleaded, writhing over his knee. “I won’t do it again! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
After what felt like an eternity of penance, just when Kitty thought the pain would never subside, the spanking ceased. She hung there, gasping for breath and unable to muster the energy for anything else.
“I should hope you are,” Lio growled. “Have you learned your lesson, missy?”
Weakly, Kitty nodded and the arm clutching her thighs was removed. She slid forward and, with her arms freed, managed to catch herself before she hit the ground. Rather than rising, however, she lay there, panting and shedding the last of her tears.
“Now, do you—Kitty?” Lio’s tone changed almost instantly from a dramatic growl to earnest concern. He crouched down beside her, one hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Are you okay? Kitty!”
With a final, shuddering sob, Kitty picked herself up. Her ass was far too sore to sit normally, so she settled for stretching out and awkwardly propping herself up with an arm. Under normal circumstances, it might have been a seductive pose—had she not been crying and lying on the floor.
At the sight of her face, Lio went pale. Kitty realized she must look even worse than she felt. The Arsalian’s eyes were wide with fear and he scooted closer hesitantly, as though afraid she might lash out at him.
“Oh, stars, Kitty. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were—are you hurt?
The frantic nature of Lio’s words brought Kitty back to the presence. She took a deep breath, wiping her face with her palm, and shook her head. Then she smiled.
Between the lingering pain of her punishment and the concern on Lio’s face, she couldn’t even remember why she’d been so upset about Nita. In fact, her body felt lighter than it had in ages, as though the Feronia’s artificial gravity had suddenly ceased to affect her.
“I’m fine, Lio,” she murmured, almost drowsily. “That was… perfect. Thank you.”
The obvious relief on her consort’s face made her want to giggle, but she settled for a quiet laugh. Wincing, she twisted about to peer over her shoulder. She’d been right about that, at least. He’d really done a number on her. She’d be feeling the spanking for days, if not longer.
In fact, she might need to come up with an alibi to explain the bruises.
“You’re sure?” Lio pressed her. His mane rattled with obvious worry.
Laughing again, Kitty nodded.
“That was just what I needed,” she assured him. “In fact, I feel like I owe you.”
“No, you—”
“Quiet,” Kitty snapped.
The Arsalian obeyed instantly, though he frowned openly. Kitty glared back at him, saying nothing as she gingerly climbed to her knees. Though she couldn’t lean back against her heels, she could at least remain still without any added discomfort.
“That was perfect,” she said, a bit icily. “But it still hurt like hell. And if I say that I want to reward you, then you say…?”
The corner of Lio’s mouth curled up in a reluctant smile.
“Thank you, mistress,” he said.
Kitty allowed her scowl to fade and replaced it with an eager smirk.
“Good,” she said. “Now, take off your pants.”
It was almost endearing how quickly Lio complied. Though he took only a half-step backward, he nearly fell over as he kicked off his trousers. He peeled off his shirt as well, without waiting for her to request it, though it took him a moment to pull the last of his mane’s tendrils free of the somewhat elastic garment.
His erection had faded quickly, no doubt thanks to the sight of Kitty’s distress, but was well on its way to returning. Especially when she flashed him a sultry smile and patted the edge of the bed to indicate he should seat himself. He did so without hesitation.
Carefully, Kitty crawled closer on her knees and guided his legs apart. Purring softly, she stared up into Lio’s eyes as she nuzzled his inner thigh. The Arsalian’s member bore a strong resemblance to that of her own species, with a few key differences.
The first was the shape. While Lio’s cock was more or less the same length her body was designed to accommodate, it tapered substantially to an almost pointed tip. Fortunately, the base of his shaft more than made up for it. Unlike the narrow end, the spot where it joined his body was so large and thick she couldn’t wrap her fingers around the entirety of its girth.
The other unique quality, perhaps even more important than the shape, was the ridges. Though lacking the broad, familiar head, Lio’s member sported two rows of short, knobby phalanges. He’d once explained that, ages ago, his kind had used them to ensure females carried only one male’s seed. But Kitty no longer found the sight of them off-putting. Now, the mere sight of them—and the mouthwatering memory of how marvelously they stroked her insides—left her wet as could be.
Well, not flaccid. He was obviously aroused, though still far from erect.
“What’s the matter?” Kitty murmured as she gently curled her fingers around the base of Lio’s shaft. In its current state, she could just barely touch her thumb and forefinger. “Aren’t you looking forward to this?”
“You know that I—” Lio started to say. His breath hitched, cutting him off as Kitty gently teased a row of ridges with the tip of her tongue.
“What was that?” she asked, grinning fiendishly. “I couldn’t hear you.”
She gave him no time to respond. Once again, she caressed the underside of his shaft with her tongue. A few of the rounded, cartilaginous spines rose at her touch and she tugged at one delicately with her lips. Judging by Lio’s groan, he appreciated the gesture very much. Not that she needed his reaction; she could feel him swelling and stiffening by the second.
“Fuckin—hnngh!” Lio groaned again as Kitty took his tip between her lips and suckled gently.
Unwilling to risk grinning, Kitty swirled her tongue slowly around the head of his cock. As simple a thing as it might be, she loved how responsive Lio was. The rest of her consorts preferred to keep quiet and grimace, making it a personal challenge to get a reaction. But, with Lio, she never had to wonder about his enjoyment.
Kitty reached up and gently cradled his balls with one hand, feeling their weight shift against her palm, while the other continued to gently stroke his shaft. She squeezed carefully, one hand more so than the other, and paused when her lover shuddered and gasped. It was only when all of the Arsalian’s cock-ridges were swollen and pronounced that she began to bob her head.
Though she could only take the upper half of his cock between her lips—any more would leave her jaw stretched and aching—it was all Kitty needed. She hummed in the back of her throat, staring up at Lio’s face while she pleasured him. The male stared down at her, expression almost pained from the intensity of his arousal. One of his hands drifted down to rest atop his head. Normally, she would have frowned at the behavior, but today was special.
She felt Lio’s erection throb and chuckled throatily at the warning.
“There,” Kitty said, releasing him from her hands and mouth. “That should about do it.”
Lio stared at her in shock and dismay. His cock twitched and pulsed with need, begging for her touch. For a second he simply gaped, unable to wrap his mind around her words.
Kitty laughed again and cautiously stood. Her legs were still unsteady, but she managed to avoid falling long enough to lean in and kiss him.
If Lio objected to kissing her after where her mouth had been, he certainly didn’t show it. He sighed, gently supporting the back of her head and even closing his eyes as their lips met.
Which made it all the easier for Kitty to surprise him. With a sudden, powerful shove, she threw him down onto the bed, only his legs over the side. Even so, his body stretched less than half the distance to the headboard.
“You didn’t think I’d let you get off that easy, did you?” she teased. Crawling forward before he could answer, Kitty pressed her chest against him. His skin was warm against her and she savored the feeling of her stiff, almost chilly nipples grinding against his powerful chest as she traveled up his body. Though her ass still burned each time she moved, the pain was becoming easier to ignore with each passing second.
Slowing her progress as her head reached his, Kitty leaned down and gave Lio another playful kiss on the lips. This time, however, she didn’t allow the moment to continue. Instead, she plucked gently at his lower lip with her teeth, tugging before slithering higher.
She slowed further as her collar passed his head. Truthfully, she hadn’t meant to but reconsidered the matter as Lio planted a tender kiss on one of her breasts. Pausing for a moment, she allowed his lips to roam her tits. It was only when the pleasure building between her legs grew more pressing, making her reconsider her entire plan, that she forced herself to move on.
It was far from the worst temptation. Kitty knew it was coming from a mile off, but she still let out a conflicted groan as her lips passed Lio’s head and the Arsalian leaned up to lap eagerly at her clit. Hips quivering, she shook her head to clear the buzzing in her ears and moved onward.
She felt the bed shift and saw Lio rise in her peripherals as she continued crawling. It was only when she’d neared the head of the bed and managed to grab one of the many pillows that Kitty grew still. Leaning forward and resting against it, Kitty glanced over her shoulder and gave her backside a shake.
“Come and get it,” she said.
Lio was all too happy to oblige. The male practically pounced toward her but hesitated at the last second.
“What would you like me to do?” he asked.
His face was so near that Kitty could feel the warmth of his breath between her legs. She shivered, resisting the urge to give in, yet again.
“Put it in me,” she murmured, heart pounding in her throat. “I want you to make me squeal.”
Chuckling, Lio rose to his knees and drew closer. Though he was obviously careful to avoid pressing up against her sensitive backside, he brushed against her a few times as he moved into position. Each time, Kitty bit back a groan.
She jumped a little as she felt Lio’s cock press up against her soaked and desperate channel. Her body reacted instantly, practically screaming its demands for him to slip inside her. An aching fire spread throughout her hips at once, even more intense than the pain of her reddened bottom. Just as he was about to penetrate, however, Kitty shook her head.
“No,” she said. “Not there.”
She angled her hips down a bit, urging him higher.
“There.”
Lio scampered back, almost as drastically as when she’d first asked him to punish her.
“What?” he asked, a faint hint of resignation audible in his voice. “Kitty, that’s—”
“—an order,” she finished for him. “Don’t make me ask twice, Lio.”
Sighing, Lio took his place behind her again. His hands found her hips, painfully close to her bruises as if to help dissuade her.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
Kitty glanced back at him, silent and unblinking, then braced herself against her pillow.
“Well, then,” Lio muttered. “First….”
Kitty yelped as something warm and wet brushed between her legs. It took her a moment to recognize it, and her already flushed cheeks grew hotter at the realization.
Lio’s tongue traveled slowly in long, drawn-out licks that traveled all the way from her clit, across her slit, and up past her puckered back door. It was the last of those that embarrassed her the most, especially when the Arsalian paused and began to work himself deeper into it. Though she’d been eaten out many times, and even occasionally took one of her consorts in her ass, she’d never combined the two before. Now that she had, she found it to be simultaneously one of the most arousing and most humiliating things she’d ever experienced.
All the more so when Kitty opened her mouth and let out a shy, unintended moan. Not because being rimmed felt particularly good—though it did—but simply from the unfamiliar sensation. Hiding her blush against the pillow, she gritted her teeth and strove to endure it without shuddering.
“There,” Lio said, after an interminable time. “That should do it.”
Straightening, he lined himself up again, exactly as she’d requested.
Kitty glanced back again, hoping her lover wouldn’t notice the crimson tint of her cheeks.
“Are you—?” she began to say.
The rest of her words were lost a moment later when Lio pushed forward with his hips. Kitty had expected it to be slow going, but between the narrow head of his cock and the ample lubrication he’d provided that was not the case. As soon as her ass yielded, a solid two
inches of his shaft buried itself in her rear with one effortless thrust.
Kitty gasped as she was stretched open and clutched her pillow harder. The pain was worse than she’d expected. Not because of the cock in her ass—though she wouldn’t exactly call the sensation pleasant—but because of the pressure it exerted on the rest of her recently paddled cheeks. They stung fiercely, burning as though aflame.
Lio paused for a moment to let her adjust. His breath came in shallow, labored huffs. If it wasn’t for the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her skin, Kitty might have thought it sounded pained. But, as it was, the way his shaft twitched and throbbed put that idea to rest. If anything, it conveyed just how badly he wanted to hilt himself inside her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Kitty said nothing. Truth be told, no, she wasn’t. Her ass ached, inside and out. But, as badly as she wanted him to pull out, an equally strong part of her loved the bizarrely erotic sense of being speared open. After so long spent perpetually in control and on guard, it was strangely liberating to be the submissive one for a change.
Keeping her face downcast, Kitty nodded meekly.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Just… be gentle.”
Chuckling, Lio stroked her lower back with a hand.
“So much for squealing, huh?”
Kitty shivered. Though the Arsalian’s affectionate gesture felt good, the brush of his nails on the small of her back sent a wave of goosebumps prickling across the nape of her neck.
Taking a deep breath, Kitty steeled herself and slowly pushed her hips back toward her lover. At once, the uncomfortable pressure flared up worse than before. Though she proceeded slowly, she was only able to funnel another two inches of his alien shaft into her rear before it became too taut and painful to continue. Thanks to his unusual dimensions, the upper half of his cock was all it took to stretch her rear obscenely wide.
Which only made it fell all the better when he pulled back. Kitty let out a husky moan as Lio withdrew and the pain faded to a distant memory. The ridges along his member teased and tugged at her insides along the way, adding an additional jolt of enthusiasm to her already lusty voice. Not as much as having them caress her pussy, no doubt, but she certainly wasn’t complaining either way.