“You’re welcome. Now, I require you to bend over the table, and to remain still. I doubt if you’ll manage that unaided so I intend to restrain you.”
She nodded miserably. She’d expected as much.
Xyker returned to the side table to deposit the empty cup. When he returned he had six metal rings in his hands. He laid four of them on the table, then crouched before her to slide one over each of her feet to settle loosely about her ankles. He stood.
“Now your hands, please.”
Erin held out her hands and Xyker slipped a ring around each of her wrists where they hung like oversized bangles.
“I’m not sure if you have this particular metallic compound on your planet. Here we call it peleonium and apart from being electromagnetic it has two more very peculiar, but useful properties. The first, it can alter shape and size. We merely need to run a mild electric current through it to make it shrink. See?” He laid a small, vibrating wand, a power source of some description, against the band encircling her left wrist. It shrank, slowly but inexorably, until he moved the wand away to break the contact. By the time he did so, the band fit her wrist snugly but not too tight. Xyker slipped two fingers under the metal to check.
“Not hurting?”
“No,” Erin agreed.
“Good.” Xyker proceeded to tighten the other wristband and those around each ankle. Then he picked up the remaining two peleonium bands. His eyes held a wicked glint when he met her gaze.
“What are those for?” She dreaded to think, but had to ask.
“These are for your nipples, Erin.”
“My...?” She regarded the huge metal rings, incredulous. Surely, they couldn’t contract so much. By instinct she lifted her hands to cover her breasts. “No, you can’t...”
“I can do whatever I choose to you. I’m an enforcer and you’re an offender, assigned to me for punishment. Lower your hands, Erin.”
She shook her head. “Please, Xyker. Commander. I’m sorry. Please, just spank me, and...”
Xyker moved to stand behind her. He reached around to grasp each of the wristbands and drew her hands away from her breasts and into the small of her back. He wasn’t rough, but his touch was firm, assured. She had no choice but to allow him to position her as he wished. Once in place the wristbands vibrated briefly, then clunked together as their magnetic bond activated. Erin was firmly secured, and what’s more her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts now tilted up as though in invitation for whatever torment awaited. He lifted her tousled hair from her shoulders and arranged it down her back, then he moved back around to stand in front of her again.
She whimpered and would have shrunk away from him. Xyker shook his head.
“I promised not to harm you. Trust me.”
Left with no choice, Erin remained still, her body stiff and unyielding as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Despite her fear, the rebellious nubs lengthened and swelled, hardening under his gentle touch. His grip was firm as he increased the pressure, squeezing and tugging until she cried out.
Seemingly satisfied, he stopped. Erin knew what was coming when he selected the first of the remaining bands and placed it over her distended nipple. The power wand hummed and the metal closed around the turgid tip. This time Xyker did tighten the ring to the point of pain, only halting when she cried out again. He smiled as he stroked the protruding portion of her tender nub. “Now for the other one.”
Once her other nipple was securely clamped, Xyker turned her so that she faced the table. “You’ll no doubt be wondering what the second unusual property of peleonium is. I’ll demonstrate, first with your ankles. If you would please stand with your hips touching the edge of the table and your feet shoulder-width apart.”
Erin obeyed. A few moments passed, then she became aware of a cool draft around her lower legs. In moments her ankles and feet ached.
“What’s happening? What—”
“The mass of peleonium is variable according to temperature, and is very sensitive to even the smallest changes. By altering the temperature just a fraction of a degree, the metal becomes heavier, or lighter. I’ve adjusted the environmental controls to cool the air to a height of twenty centimeters from the floor and the weight of the bands around your ankles has increased to, I suppose, the equivalent of twelve or thirteen kilos on each foot. I think you’ll find they’re too heavy to lift.”
Naturally, Erin tried. She found he was right. Her feet were anchored to the floor.
“Now, I’m going to lower the temperature in the rest of the room to activate the same effect on your wrists, and of course your pretty nipples. I don’t suppose I need to warn you how it will feel to have that sort of weight dangling from these.” He cupped her breasts in his hands. “So, for your own comfort, you’re going to lean over the table and press your breasts against it. Let the furniture take the weight.”
Erin choked back a sob, but wasted no time in bending over to press her tender nubs against the smooth tabletop. Even so, she knew the moment the mass changed and the metal clamps became like lead weights. Despite Xyker’s warning she tried to raise herself up, but the slightest shift tugged mercilessly on her swollen peaks. She was held fast.
Xyker released the magnetic bond that held her wrists behind her back and helped her to move her hands into a position on either side of her head. Without his assistance she couldn’t have moved them at all.
“Now,” announced Xyker, “now I think we’re ready. Do you agree, Erin?”
She nodded. Unable to lift her hands or her torso, or move her feet, Erin lay motionless, and she waited.
Despite her readiness, the first stroke came as a shock. It wasn’t hard, not especially, but still she jerked and yelped as the sting spread across her buttock. Her nipples hurt too as, unable to help it, she tugged against the unrelenting weight of the clamps.
“One,” she murmured.
“You’re welcome to count, but I’ve yet to encounter a spanked female who could get beyond ten. You’ll be relieved to know I intend to keep a tally as well.”
Erin managed a miserable nod. “Two,” she whispered when the next stroke fell. “Three. Four. Five.”
Each stroke seemed to augment what had gone before, the sting building fast to become a searing burn across her entire bottom. The green paddle may have looked reasonably innocuous, but it hurt like a demon. And despite her efforts to remain as still as possible, her breasts felt to be on fire too as the clamps tugged and squeezed and pinned her to the table.
“Aaah!” Erin let out a scream when Xyker shifted his stance and landed a stroke on her upper thigh, introducing her to a new world of hurting. She writhed within the restraints. “Stop. Please, I can’t—aaaah!” She screamed again with the next stroke, and with the one after that.
“How many?” inquired Xyker, pausing.
Erin gasped for air and tried to think but the power eluded her. Had it been seven, eight?
“Nine,” she offered hopefully.
Xyker leaned down until she felt his breath feather across her neck. “You’re lucky I’m the one keeping count. That was twelve.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” she muttered. Then, “May I have another drink?”
“Of course.” He laid the paddle down where she could see it, then strolled over to the side table again. When he returned he held another cup of water. “You’ll find you can move your hands now, and your nipples, if you’d like to straighten up.”
She had no idea how he controlled the air temperature with such precision, but the dead weight lifted and she could move, though her ankles remained locked solid in position. She planted her hands on the table and pushed herself upright, wincing, and allowed Xyker to tip a few drops of cool water between her lips. When he would have removed the cup, she gripped his hand.
“More?” He lifted one perfect, dark eyebrow.
“Please,” she murmured, swaying on her feet.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders to ho
ld her steady, then put the cup to her mouth again. “Take as much as you need, water and time.”
Erin allowed her weight to settle against him and sipped slowly. To her amazement, the awful burning sensation that had bloomed across her backside soon dissipated. Her bottom tingled, throbbed perhaps, but she could bear it. She did a calculation in her head. Twelve strokes already gone, almost a quarter of her punishment. It didn’t seem so daunting now.
“I... I think I’m ready to continue.”
“Yes? Okay then.” He placed the cup on the corner of the table and picked up the green paddle once more. “Eight more strokes with this, then we move on to the tawse. Tell me if you need me to stop. Need, not want, Erin. Do you understand the difference?”
“I think so.”
He regarded her for a few moments, then gave a slow nod. “I think so too. Right, lie down again now, please.”
Erin adopted her previous position and groaned inwardly when the wristbands and the nipple clamps hummed, just for a moment, then went silent. Her hands were once again locked in place by the sheer weight of the metal encircling them and her breasts were pinned to the table too. She could manage to turn her head so she watched as Xyker resumed his stance behind her, and she stiffened when she heard the ominous swish of the paddle. It landed across both buttocks this time and pain exploded with a vengeance.
She tried not to cry out, but by the time she heard the whisper of displaced air for the fourth time she was beyond caring. She managed to keep count though, and was sobbing with a combination of pain and relief when she reached eight and knew that this phase at least was concluded. Xyker laid the paddle aside.
“C-can we stop for a moment?”
“Another drink?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Just... I just—”
“Tell me when you feel ready to carry on.” He laid his palm on her throbbing backside and caressed her smarting skin. “You’re doing well so far. I expected a lot more noise and fuss from you.”
What would be the point of that? Erin closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing in, then out. She repeated, drawing strength from the sense of self, of being grounded, and from the knowledge that her ordeal was almost half over.
She couldn’t gauge the time, not accurately, but thought it may have been a few minutes. Xyker didn’t release her from the restraints so she laid still, her bottom throbbing mercilessly as she filled her lungs then emptied them, each breath slow, deliberate, and therapeutic. Xyker remained beside her, his hand massaging her punished bottom as though he might soothe the pain away.
But why would he do that? It was his intention to hurt, not comfort. Erin let out a small sob, overwhelmed by sadness in that moment, and by regret that things were not different between them. She had performed her duty, had done what she had to do, but still she wished...
“Erin? Are you all right?” His voice was laced with concern, but Erin wasn’t fooled.
“I’m fine,” she sniffled. “Just great. Why don’t you get on with it?”
Chapter Six
As an enforcer and member of the Ymirian High Council, Xyker had delivered enough discipline spankings in his time to know when an offender was not coping with their punishment. He set the tawse to one side and leaned over the small, weeping human.
“Erin, what’s wrong?”
She bit back a sob. “You’ve beaten me with a paddle and you’re about to lay into me with a leather strap. Take a guess, Commander.”
Her tone was bitter and her belligerence might well merit increasing her punishment, but he was reluctant to do that. Her words suggested a degree of resentment and a sense of injustice. Xyker wanted to know why. “You understand why you deserve to be punished, do you not?”
“I suppose so. I trashed your ship.”
She was sullen, certainly, but he was relieved she had conceded that much. “Fifty strokes isn’t excessive for such an offense.”
“Maybe not here, on your planet.”
“You’re facing Ymirian justice. It is different, but not more cruel. Had you been of my species the penalty would have been more severe, a hundred strokes, perhaps more. That freighter and its cargo were very precious to us.”
“You stole the crystals,” she protested.
“We would have purchased them had the Alliance been prepared to trade with us. I offered the siarnaq depot a fair price but Ymir is ostracized as a renegade planet, excluded from interstellar commerce. Those crystals were about to be sold to the Demoinians, and for seven point six percent less than I offered. I could not permit that. Your Pan-Galactic Alliance condemns us as criminals, pirates, but we have no choice if we are to survive. And we will survive, Erin, you may be sure of that.”
“I... I didn’t know. That you offered to buy the crystals. I wouldn’t have...”
“Yet more proof that when in command of a heavily armed fighter it is best to stop and check, to investigate and consider all options before opening fire on another ship.”
“I’m sorry. I never intended... I mean, you were an escaped prisoner, and it was my duty to apprehend you.”
“I realize that’s how you perceive the matter, which is another reason for my leniency. But you’re not blameless, and your punishment is not yet concluded.”
“I know.” Her voice was lower now, her contrition more evident. They were getting somewhere, at last. “I...I’m ready to continue.”
Xyker picked up the tawse again, the implement of choice for him. It was capable of delivering a harsh lesson, but could be wielded with sensitivity when the occasion demanded it. Perhaps now was just such a time.
He selected his spot, high up on Erin’s right buttock. Following his efforts with the paddle her entire bottom was glowing a delightful shade of pink, but the tawse would leave vivid crimson stripes. The harder he struck, the darker the marks would be. He intended to paint an interesting pattern on her pretty backside.
Erin jerked and moaned when the first stroke slithered across her skin. He noted she no longer attempted to count.
She let out a shrill cry when he dropped the next stripe onto her arse, a perfect match for the first. Xyker prided himself on his accuracy. He delivered the next two with similar precision, and admired the glorious red bands that bloomed where he struck.
Erin was sobbing, pleading with him to stop. Xyker paused, gave her time to collect herself and to settle, then he wielded the tawse again. Erin screamed, her fingers curled into fists, but she had ceased pleading.
He counted the next few strokes out loud, watching Erin with care. She flinched and screamed with every fresh lick of the leather against her now crimson-striped buttocks, but she seemed to be coping. Even so, he stopped at ten to check.
“Erin, look at me.” He waited until she opened her eyes, then he smiled at her. “You’re doing well, little human.”
“How... how many more?”
“Ten, with the tawse. Then the final ten. And if you accept these next ten without protest I’ll let you choose the third implement.”
Something stirred in the brown depths of her eyes. “You promise?”
“Yes. Are you ready to continue?”
She nodded.
He didn’t draw out the final stage of her punishment, and by the time he dropped the tawse onto the floor, Erin’s buttocks and the backs of her thighs were glowing, the stripes swelling before his eyes. The sight was stunning, quite, quite lovely. His cock, which had been solid and stiff from the moment she presented herself, naked, at the door to his dining chamber, twitched within his military pants. He wanted to fuck her, right there and then, bent over his table. But he wouldn’t, not unless she agreed to it.
The haughty, imperious monitor at Amalthea II had intrigued him throughout his incarceration there. Erin Stein had excited his imagination and ignited more than a few fantasies, but the reality of the woman stretched out before him, restrained, punished, submissive to his will, now that was truly intoxicating.
Xyker straighten
ed, adjusted his cock within his uniform, and laid a gentle palm on her right buttock. Erin moaned, but the sound was one of relief rather than pain. Curious, Xyker used the control in his pocket to adjust the temperature at floor level. Once he had released the weights holding Erin’s ankles, he slid his foot between both of hers to nudge her legs apart.
Erin’s pussy peeked at him from between her punished cheeks, almost as pink and swollen as her lovely arse. The folds glistened, moisture coating her inner thighs, indisputable evidence of her arousal.
“You look to be suffering in more ways than just the obvious. Would you like me to help you with this little dilemma?” As he spoke he trailed his fingers through her engorged and soaking folds.
Erin groaned and spread her legs wider.
“Ah, I see you would. I’d be delighted, but we really should conclude your punishment first. How would you like to receive your final ten spanks?”
“Can’t we take a break?” She wriggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his fingers.
“Are you thirsty?”
“No,” she moaned.
“Too sore? We could finish tomorrow if you need to stop for now.”
“No!” The vehemence in her tone surprised him.
“No?”
“I want to finish this today. Now.”
“Very well. Have you chosen your preferred implement?”
She paused, just for a moment, then, “Your hand, Commander.”
He grinned. “Oh. I see. You think that to be a softer option, perhaps? Be assured, little human, I can hurt you with my bare hands every bit as effectively as I can with the paddle, the tawse, or the crop.”
“Even so, Commander, I choose that. If it is an option?”
He made her wait for a full half-minute before he leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Very well, Erin. A hand spanking it is.”
“Sir? May I...”
“What is it, Erin? May you what?”
“May I lay across your lap for this? I... I know this is a punishment and I can’t expect to... to...”
Xyker straightened again and adjusted the temperature sufficiently to deactivate the wrist weights and the nipple clamps. He glanced about him, chose a good, solid chair without arms, and sauntered over to sit on it.
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