Shalia's Diary Book 2

by Tracy St. John

  “I see.” Nang sounded pleased, and I felt something swelling against my hip. He was getting hard. The telltale scent that reminded me of cinnamon grew heavy in the air. I was so in for it, and I could hardly wait. The anticipation was killing me.

  “You will lie here for your spanking,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand stroked my ass again, so very tenderly. “You will accept it for however long I deem necessary to teach you your lesson. You will not beg me to stop because you know you deserve this punishment. You will mind me, Shalia.”

  He paused, waiting for a response. I was already weeping a little in anticipation. “Yes, Nang,” I whimpered.

  “Very well. We will begin.”

  At the last possible second, I remembered Esak telling me to stay relaxed when it came to spankings because tensing up made it hurt worse. I barely had time to make my muscles ease before Nang struck.

  The explosive smack sounded like a pistol shot. For an instant I felt nothing, and then the pain walloped me. My ass seemed to burst into flames. I yelled and jerked.

  Nang’s hand between my shoulders kept me down, and he dealt another slap to my burning butt. Agony suffused my rear. I shrieked.

  “Naughty, naughty Shalia,” Nang taunted from high overhead. Smack. “Such a bad little girl.” Smack. “And now she pays the price for her disobedience.” Smack.

  I squalled. Tears dripped off the end of my nose. I wasn’t trying to get away from it, as painful as his wearing my ass out was, but I couldn’t help but flail with every heavy blow from his hand. My feet kicked wildly in the air. Damn it, it hurt.

  Yet that weird part of me was liking it. The roasting heat of my spanked flesh was pulsing straight to my pussy, making me wetter and wilder than ever. The endorphins released, making me feel a little euphoric even as my ass shrieked with torment.

  “That’s it,” Nang grunted, his hand rising and falling, spanking me without any sign of let up. “I love watching that ass dance under my hand. Beautiful. Beautiful!”

  The blows were coming faster and harder, yet there was less and less agony every second. I was firmly in the grip of an endorphin high now. My ass even rose to meet his harsh palm as it punished me.

  “You’re turning such a gorgeous shade of red,” Nang groaned. “Getting blistering hot. That’s it, my lovely. Move into it. Good.”

  His groin was as hard as steel against my hip. I could feel how slick the leg of his formsuit had gone where I poured excitement onto it. We were both getting off on this. I guess that makes Nang as crazy as I am.

  At last the spanking ended. My ass throbbed with every heartbeat. I gasped sobs and Nang was breathing just as heavily, though he wasn’t crying over it. He pushed me a little, making me slide down his long legs to the floor. He kept hold of me on the way down, assuring I wouldn’t land hard. I kind of crumbled there at his feet, my whole body trembling and strengthless.

  “Strip,” Nang ordered, rising to his feet.

  His tone told me it didn’t matter how weak I felt at that moment. I was to obey without hesitation. Drunkenly, my whole being humming with peace despite the throbbing of my back end, I lifted myself into a kind of sprawling kneel. My fingers fumbled with my blouse, working it off over my head and peeling it off my arms. Then I struggled out of the skirt, rolling drunkenly around on the floor, hissing every time my poor butt made contact with the carpet. I’m sure I looked comical as hell, but Nang’s stern expression never wavered as he stood over me, arms crossed over his chest.

  Finally I emerged naked. I looked up at the Dramok, panting as I lay at his feet.

  “On your knees,” he said.

  I was so wasted I used his long legs to haul myself up. Once I managed to kneel, I clung to the waist of his formsuit to remain upright. Who knew discipline could be so wearing on a girl?

  Nang had a little pity on me and released his cocks himself rather than making me do it. They nearly smacked my chin as they burst out of their confines. The sweet-spicy scent of him filled my nostrils, and my mouth actually watered.

  “Suck them,” came the command.

  The steely voice was such a turn-on. I loved how he was being so demanding, assuming absolute dominion over me. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought he’d gotten pointers from Dusa. Good heavens, the man was absolute power and it was incredibly exciting.

  I immediately set about mouthing those engorged organs, hungrily lapping his lubrication. Nang tasted similar to the other three Kalquorians I’d enjoyed, though there were differences. His flavor was spicier than the rest, more musky. Nearly animal, in fact. I licked and sucked desperately, loving how good he was.

  I remembered that funny quirk he’d displayed last time we were together. My eyes rolled up to watch his face. I slowly, deliberately slid my mouth over his larger prick, drawing him in deep. Down until I nearly had him in my throat, down until I gagged.

  His eyes dilated, going nearly black. His lips parted and he groaned. “Shalia.” My name sounded like a prayer, so reverentially did he say it.

  I stroked him with my mouth a few times before doing it again. His cock jerked eagerly in my mouth as I coughed, squeezing out a few drops in reaction. The tendons stood out in his neck, letting me know I’d nearly gotten him to lose control. Ha.

  “On your back,” he panted, easing away from my eager mouth. “Down on the floor. Hold your legs open and spread.”

  I slid down and landed right on my sore bum. I hissed in reaction and rolled onto my back, grabbing the backs of my knees and getting my poor ass off the ground. Nang was crouching over me the next instant, eagerly pressing in, filling me up fast and hard to make me gasp.

  The possession nearly brought me over. Nang hit my G-spot with delightful force, making me convulse. He continued in quickly, colliding with my cervix and grinding brutally against my clit. My hair electrified. It felt like it stood straight out from my scalp as astounding elation shot through me.

  “Don’t do it,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “Don’t you climax this time without my permission.”

  I clutched him hard, fighting with all I had to maintain control. Nang rode me furiously, clapping our groins together as if trying to make me disobey him. I kicked and shoved at him, desperate to contain the orgasm trying to break free. We were a couple of wildcats going at each other, though no doubt Nang held back tremendously or I would have been really hurt. All the while, climax was tearing to break loose, to make me a disobedient lover once again.

  Nang pinned my wrists to the floor and hooked one leg over his arm. He had me tied up and helpless, his cocks pounding into me. I screamed as the coiling pleasure began to unravel in my stomach.

  “Nang, please! I’m begging you!”

  His rhythm staggered. “Do it,” he moaned. “Now.”

  I let loose as he jerked hard once more. Elation bloomed in my belly to fling wide throughout the rest of me, making my toes curl under and my back bow. That put my poor spanked rear on the floor, and the flash of pain only added to the explosion. Nang howled and released his own pleasure.

  We fell apart afterward, Nang flopping to his back, spread-eagled across the floor. I curled on my side, not wanting to abuse my ass anymore. I was going to have to find some aspirin somewhere. No way in hell would I approach Dad for a pain inhibitor, not when he was no fan of Nang.

  After a few moments of recovery, Nang looked over at me. “Are you all right, little one? I didn’t really hurt you, did I?”

  I gave him a lazy grin. “Only the kind of hurts I like.”

  He chuckled. “You are wonderful. You do know that, don’t you?”

  I pretended nonchalance. “Yeah, that’s what they all tell me.”

  Nang propped up on his elbow. “I’m serious, Shalia. I enjoy that we are so compatible when it comes to intimacies. You are the most perfect lover I’ve ever had.”

  I blinked at him. He sounded absolutely sincere. “Thank you. I admit I still don’t understand why I find submitting a
nd pain so arousing, but I’m glad to have someone who doesn’t judge me for that.”

  He reached over and stroked my cheek. As rough as he’d been while we were in the throes of passion, he was twice as gentle now. “All I see is perfection.”

  It made my heart thump the way Nang looked at me. Oh, please don’t tell me another man is going to decide he’s fallen in love.

  November 13

  I just got off the vid with Dusa and Esak. I’m doing a lot of sniffling right now. It’s really over between us. I have to accept it. But damn, this is hard. Seeing them right in front of me, big and gorgeous and not being able to touch them – it was awful. Almost as awful as being set free.

  We didn’t fight; actually the complete opposite happened. More than ever, I know how much they care for me.

  Dusa started right off by saying, “You look beautiful, Shalia. I don’t know whether I’m happy or heartbroken to see you. We miss you so much.”

  That got the waterworks started right away. I smiled as best I could even with my eyes leaking. “I miss you too. You have no idea how bad I wish you were here. How’s the head, Esak?”

  He bent a little so I could see his still visible scars under the bit of hair that had grown. “It is earning much respect from the other Nobeks who have seen me. I will be cleared to work again in a few days, so I will have plenty of time to show them my strength and honor before my hair covers these.” He straightened and his expression turned grim. “I am not happy I wasn’t there to protect you from those who shot at you, Shalia. If I had been with you, you would have never gotten so close to the fence.”

  I shrugged. “My bodyguard put himself between me and Candy and the blaster fire. I wasn’t in much danger at all.” Bullshit, but I didn’t want Esak to worry.

  Dusa also turned serious. “Shalia, I’ve spoken to Weln. I need you to listen to me and try very hard to understand what I’m going to tell you. I care for you. You know we love you and would do anything to make you our Matara.”

  I nodded. I was afraid of what he might say next, since I figured Weln had told him all about my liaison with Nang. I didn’t dare speak.

  Dusa gave me a resigned smile. “However, it cannot happen. I cannot clan you, as much as my soul screams to. Our relationship as lovers is over, Shalia. All I wish for you now is to be happy.”

  I was crying harder. I think if he’d called me a slut and shouted at me, it would have been easier than this.

  “Are you hearing me, Shalia? I’m telling you to not reject new lovers in misguided loyalty to my clan. Do you understand?”

  I nodded.

  “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

  It was hard to talk around the ache in my throat. Somehow I managed to choke out, “You want me to explore relationships with other men.”

  “Exactly. I appreciate that we mean enough to you that you would have a hard time accepting that, but you must move on. Say you will and that you’ll not feel guilty for doing so.”

  I looked at him. “I don’t know that I can do that, Dusa. It feels wrong to cast you aside so quickly.”

  He smiled. “You didn’t cast us aside. The situation is beyond us all, and we have to live with it. Tell me you’ll at least try to not feel badly. Being the source of your pain is the last thing I’d ever want.”

  I rubbed at the tears spilling down my cheeks. “I’ll try. No promises.”

  “Good.”

  We talked a little more. Dusa was doing a good job in his rescue missions, already impressing his commanding officers in such a short amount of time. The bigger venue of the Atlanta outskirts was also giving him more opportunities to advance in rank. I could tell that was a big deal to him. Esak was excited as well about the larger numbers of gangs and Earthers banding together to fight against the Kalquorian Atlanta base. It’s a huge task since the security forces are trying to capture and not kill those people.

  “A challenge most definitely worthy of a Nobek,” Esak beamed. “Killing is easy. It takes real skill to defeat and subdue an enemy instead.”

  While the situation might suit a Kalquorian, it gave me the heebie jeebies, especially looking at Esak’s still fresh scars. “Just be careful for your clan and my sake,” I begged him. “Those Earthers are looking to kill you, and I don’t want that to happen.”

  “I will, Shalia. Don’t worry about me.”

  Yeah, right.

  They were more intent on warning me to be careful. “Stay away from that damned perimeter,” Dusa said. “I swear, if Weln coms to tell me you’ve been hurt or worse, I’ll come out there and blow up the damned Academy myself for not keeping you safe enough.”

  “I have no intention of getting anywhere near the fence,” I assured him. “At this point, I’m counting the days when I can get on that transport to Kalquor. Without you here, this place sucks.”

  That made him and Esak smile. “We would have been miserable there once you’d left,” he said. “It’s just as well we were transferred.”

  The conversation didn’t go on much longer after that. As much as it means to us to see each other, it’s agony too. It really, really hurts, which is why I keep boo-hooing. But at least Dusa and Esak aren’t mad at me. At least they don’t hate me. Maybe one day I won’t feel guilty about turning to Nang for strength. I hope so.

  November 14

  I was on my way to see Nang this morning when I ran into Matt King. He was out strolling around Academy grounds, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Well, it has been quiet for a few days. A lot of the lockdown restrictions have been lifted. Non-security personnel are simply told to stay out of sight of the perimeter fence. That suits me fine. I’m in no hurry to get shot at again.

  That kind of makes me wonder how Matt feels that he came so close to coming under attack like Candy, me, and my bodyguard did. He must have heard the ruckus since he couldn’t have gotten very far when the bastards outside opened fire. I bet there was a ceremonial changing of the shorts as soon as he got to his quarters.

  As always, he seemed happy to see me. That’s a politician for you; if he knows what he’s doing, he can make you feel like his very best friend. Don’t get me wrong – I like Matt. He’s a good guy. But I have a well-honed edge of cynicism that even the most hale-and-well-met fellow can’t assuage.

  “Hi Shalia!” His smile could have beamed the dark side of the moon bright. “You look wonderful today. It’s nice to have things quiet for a change, huh?”

  “We’re overdue,” I agreed, stopping to chat.

  I didn’t want Matt walking with me to Nang’s office. He might be understanding of a professional relationship, but the fewer that know I’m banging the big guy, the better. There’s a reason I still have a bodyguard lurking nearby. My escort this morning kept several feet back so that he didn’t intrude while keeping an eye on me. Half the time, I don’t even realize the Nobeks are there anymore.

  “You won’t have to worry with this place much longer, I hear. The word is that the transport to Kalquor will be arriving in less than two weeks,” Matt said.

  “Really?” I counted in my head and realized he was right. I’d lost all sense of time with everything that’s been going on.

  “You are still going there, right?”

  “Of course. Mom needs to get medical care as fast as possible, and Kalquor is considered the best.” Dad’s grim outlook if she didn’t get their help was still preying on my mind.

  “Indeed they are. I’m still three or four weeks away from heading to Mercy Colony myself. I was going to New Bethlehem, but they’ve banned all new colonists from that place. Something’s up out there, but no one will say what the problem is.”

  Of the farming colonies, New Bethlehem is one of the most ambitious. I was surprised to hear they’d cut off new residents, especially in the wake of Armageddon.

  “Mercy is supposed to be pretty nice,” I said. Mercy Colony is also very traditional when it comes to keeping to our former state-sponsored religion. No way I was
setting foot in that place.

  “I’m looking forward to a new start,” Matt said. His look became concerned. “I’m a little worried for you and the others going to Kalquor, however. My understanding is the same transport will be taking our incorrigibles to Galactic Council space to be arraigned and tried for their various crimes. I wonder how safe you’ll be on the same ship?”

  “Hmm. I didn’t realized they’d be along for the ride.” The people who had kidnapped Mom were among those detained by the Kalquorians. I’d wondered off and on, with more meanness than I really care to admit, how the Pageant Trio were doing under lock, key, and Kalquorian guard. I really have no sympathy for those bitches. I’d like to see their heads shaved and them forced to wear burlap sacks for the rest of their lives.

  Yeah, I’m petty.