“As I thought. Lie down.” The maid gently pushed Violet back onto the bed, pulling the covers down.
Violet realized she was naked and tried to pull the blanket back up, but the maids tsked and shooed her hands away. “We’re to care for you in all ways. It is our orders. We will clean you and give you a soothing lotion.”
While one of the women spread Violet’s legs, another used a warm towel to clean her up. They washed her completely, then spread lotion over her body and rubbed it in so her skin was soft and supple and she smelled wonderful.
Chapter Five
The next few days flew by, mostly because Violet was constantly learning new things and meeting new people. Her job as princess didn’t involve as much work as it did social obligations, and though she and the Tethran people were physically similar, they seemed fascinated by the fact that she was human. It wasn’t uncommon for Tethrans, even those working within the palace, to stare at her when she wasn’t looking, as though they could figure out what she was like merely from her physical appearance.
At night, Zor came to her, taking her hard and fast each time. She enjoyed it, but always wished for something more. For him to stay. To hold her. To call her by her name instead of human, as he seemed to prefer. To perhaps profess his love for her. Yes, they’d been married without any courtship and barely knew one another, and the idea itself of such a thing was laughable. But during the days, he seemed uninterested in getting to know her. Or was too busy. Either way, Violet began to long for a stronger relationship with him, though she wasn’t sure how to build one. And at night, he fucked her and left, with no indication that he had any deep feelings for her at all.
Sometimes she saw a hint of something, of the possibility that he cared for her more than he showed. But before she could analyze it, before she could barely even process it, it was gone. He was, once again, his cold, stern self.
The best parts of her days were when she had time to get on the computer and call the king and queen and her sister Valria back on Ostara. Sometimes she’d talk to them, mostly Valria, for hours at a time, laughing and joking around and feeling almost like she was back home, if only for a short while.
Somehow, Violet managed to avoid punishments, but on her seventh day on Tethra, Zor found her meeting with some palace officials during the day and said he needed to speak to her alone.
“Come now.” He stood before her, his face stern as though she’d done something wrong.
“Yes, Sir.” She followed him to his chambers, where a large bed dominated the room.
“You have been here for almost a week already. How do you like it so far, my human?”
“I like it a lot. I have everything I need, and desire nothing. Talking to my sister and parents back home is a luxury for which I cannot thank you enough. And the maids take very good care of me.”
Zor nodded and scratched his strong jaw. “You have behaved quite well, and I have not found any reason to discipline you as I did on the day we were wed. However, here on Tethra, husbands practice maintenance spankings and punishments for their wives to ensure good behavior continues. Every Saturday at this time you shall report to my chambers for a session. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. But I haven’t...”
He put up his hand to stop her. “It doesn’t matter what you have or haven’t done. This is an important part of our marriage. I expect you to submit to me. Now. Remove your dress and please position yourself over my lap.” He sat on the bed and nodded at her.
With trembling fingers, Violet undid the satin sash tying her dress closed, and let the fabric fall to the floor. She was wearing a pair of silken underwear, and she left them on, hoping she wouldn’t get in even more trouble for that.
Her legs shaking, she made her way to the bed and climbed up, draping herself over Zor’s thick thighs.
“Very nice, my human. I will begin with my hand. And as I spank you, please remember that I’m doing this for your own good. To remind you to behave. I expect you to accept your punishment and hold still.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He began, not too hard at first. But after a few minutes, the thin fabric of her panties was doing little to stop the sting as his giant hand landed over and over on her bottom.
“Ow! Oh! Please!” Against her will, Violet found herself struggling and crying.
Zor paused. “Hold still.”
“I can’t! It hurts!”
“I will only spank you harder if you struggle. It’s your choice, Violet. Now, let’s get these panties out of the way.” He grasped the fabric of her underwear and pulled them down to her knees, then all the way down to her ankles so she was completely bare.
“Ask for me to continue.”
“Zor, Sir, please continue my punishment.” The words were hard to form, and the humiliation she felt was almost as bad as the sting in her bottom.
“Gladly.” He began the spanking again, this time harder and on her bare skin.
Within seconds, Violet was crying, tears pouring out of her eyes as his hand relentlessly fell over and over again. When she struggled too hard, he used one of his massive legs to pin her own legs open and in place, practically without missing a beat.
He stopped suddenly, giving Violet a moment to catch her breath before helping her stand. “Bend over the bed now.”
She did so, wishing her punishment was over, but knowing it was not.
“While my hand makes a good implement, the next part of your punishment will be with a special paddle I’ve had created just for you.” Zor strode to a cabinet and retrieved a thin and long wooden paddle. He sat on the bed and showed the object to Violet.
“It’s a wonderful combination of a paddle and a whip, actually. As you can see, the wood is quite thin so it will sting when I use it on you. But it is thick enough to also provide the burn and significance of a paddle. And look closer. Your name is engraved on the handle.”
It was! Her very own name was permanently etched onto the handle of this object whose only purpose was to punish her. That made it all worse, somehow.
“So,” continued Zor, standing and grasping the paddle, “let’s try this out. Spread your legs, Violet.”
She did, opening them wider than she wanted to because she knew that would please him.
“Very good. Keep your body down on the bed. This is going to hurt, but remember why I’m doing this. To remind you to behave.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
He tapped the paddle against her bottom lightly a few times as if figuring out the weight of the implement and the necessary angle for this next part of her punishment. And then, without a warning, he smacked it hard on her right cheek.
Before the cry left her lips, he’d brought it down on her left cheek. And then the spanking began in earnest. He didn’t spank fast, but each sting of the paddle was deliberate and hard.
Violet’s head snapped back as she writhed on the bed. “Oh, please! Zor, Sir, please! It hurts!” she begged.
“Stay in position.” His words were a warning.
Violet sucked in a breath and focused on staying as still as she could. Zor continued spanking her, the horrible paddle stinging each time it landed.
He stopped to rub her ass for a few seconds, his fingers dipping between her thighs and touching her wetness. He bent over her, his voice rumbling in her ear. “It’s interesting, human, how responsive you are to being punished. It’s almost as though you enjoy it.”
“I don’t, no!”
“But you’re so wet.” A finger began its way inside her.
Violet moaned in pleasure. “It hurts. I don’t know why my body responds the way it does.”
“Such a strange creature. And so beautiful. Now let’s continue your spanking.” He withdrew his finger and once more assumed his position behind Violet.
With that he began with the wicked paddle again, until Violet was writhing and crying into the bedsheets. When he finally stopped, Violet breathed in a sigh of relief. W
as it finally over? She was positive she couldn’t take any more.
But then she felt a cool liquid being dribbled right onto her bottom hole as Zor’s fingers spread her cheeks apart. “The doctor was kind enough to give me some of the special lubricant, since I’ve been informed that a finger in a naughty human’s bottom can be an effective punishment as well.”
The tip of one finger settled at Violet’s puckered hole and began to push its way in.
“No,” Violet groaned in protest, but she held still, knowing she needed to accept this as a reminder to behave and follow Zor’s rules.
Zor pushed his finger in, then pulled it out, then inserted it once more, farther this time. He repeated this over and over, working his digit all the way into her bottom.
“Good girl.” Lightly he spanked her ass with his other hand as he held his finger inside her. When he started to wiggle it around, Violet moaned, half in pain and half in unexpected pleasure.
Zor slowly withdrew his finger almost all the way, then inserted it quickly once more. With a steady rhythm, he began to fuck her ass with his finger as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “I’m not unaware that your ass is another way I can fuck you, and I intend to. Not yet, because I am much too big for you. But someday soon, human.”
“Oh...” Violet clenched her eyes shut as humiliation and apprehension and desire flooded her all at once.
“But for now...” He pulled his finger all the way out. One huge hand gripped her left hip, while the other helped guide his enormous cock to her pussy entrance. The tip slid in easily because Violet was already so wet.
His girth slowed the progress, but Zor was determined, and Violet was ready, and when he pushed hard, her body stretched, relented, until he was seated all the way inside her.
“You are mine.” Zor reminded her of this with each thrust, fucking her hard, taking her from behind. Claiming her once again.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
“Say it.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, just enough to elicit a cry.
“I’m yours, Zor. All yours.”
He pulled her hair harder and bent over her, biting her neck as he continued to push inside her. With one hand he reached around to grab and pinch her right nipple, hard.
“Ow!” Violet cried out at the pain, but the friction beneath her, the sheet rubbing against her engorged clit each time Zor thrust inside, was driving her to orgasm. As her ass still stung from the spanking, and her nipple hardened from Zor’s rough touch, her body tightened as the passion built, higher and higher, until she came, shuddering and screaming his name.
His breathing quickened with his movements, and soon Zor was coming too, his hot seed filling Violet. He collapsed on top of her, catching his breath.
Maybe this time, Violet thought. Maybe now he’d hold her. Lie down with her. Spend just a little time relaxing together with his wife.
After a few moments, he pulled out, then stood. Violet sat on the edge of the bed and watched Zor fasten his pants, then idly run his hand along his jaw. He was so powerful. So strong. And he was her husband. Except it didn’t really feel that way.
He headed to the door, but just as he reached it he froze. Violet’s heartbeat kicked up a notch as he turned slowly back to her.
She rose on trembling legs, taking a few steps toward Zor as he strode across the room to her. His eyes burned with desire and something else, something Violet had never seen before.
Only a foot separated them now. Zor bent his head, his lips meeting Violet’s so softly she could barely feel them. She hadn’t realized he was capable of being so gentle.
“Zor,” she whispered.
He pulled his head away so he was staring into her eyes, then raised his hands to cradle her face in them. “Violet,” he murmured. “Violet, I...” His voice trailed off, as though for the first time ever he was unable to finish his thought. He looked afraid, but of what, Violet wasn’t sure.
And then, before she knew what was happening, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
With a sigh, Violet stood, her legs shaky, her body sated though sore. She looked longingly toward the door. She felt like they’d be on the verge of something more. Of being a real husband and wife. But like usual, Zor had pulled away.
* * *
Several weeks after Violet’s arrival on Tethra, she was scheduled to travel with Zor and his parents to a public speaking engagement in the city center. Of course, in the mini ship ride over, his mother made quick time in informing Violet that she wasn’t to do any of the speaking. Speeches had been prepared for Zor and his mom and dad, but Violet, as usual, was to remain silent.
Even though it had only been a few weeks, Violet was growing tired of the cold shoulder that Zor’s mother made no attempt to hide. Sometimes she thought she saw kindness in Zor’s father’s eyes, but never for long, and it was always stifled by a rude remark from her mother-in-law. And, still, she’d made no progress emotionally with Zor. It was apparent he cared about her only to fulfill his urges and to punish. She longed for the warmth back home, for the friendship she’d had with Valria. She’d hoped—stupidly, she now realized—that she’d develop a close bond with Zor.
The crowd gathered at the center was huge, Tethrans and a few other species who lived on Tethra gathered to hear the leaders speak of peaceful progress on their planet. Wearing a sea-green gauzy dress, Violet felt proud to be standing next to Zor, the most powerful warrior on the planet. To see the way the citizens looked up to him filled her heart with pride. Maybe things weren’t perfect, but she could make the best of it.
Zor took the podium and began to speak, his presence commanding, and the crowd became still as they hung on to his every word. He spoke about the alliance with Ostara, and about how the citizens of Tethra were safer now than ever before; the future was bright and secure and would be filled with many blessings.
As Violet gazed out over the crowd, something caught her eye. An alien species, neither Tethran nor Ostaran, but something else. She wasn’t sure what he was, but almost as soon as she began to track him with her sight she realized he was carrying a weapon. As though in slow motion, she saw him raise the gun and point it at the podium, at Zor.
Violet sprang forward from where she stood with Zor’s parents, no thought in her mind except the need to protect her husband. In midair she grasped him, pushing him down to the ground, but not before a bullet tore into her shoulder, shattering her consciousness. Blackness overtook her mind, and she fell into a bottomless pit.
* * *
“Violet.”
Like swimming up from a deep pool, Violet surfaced, her eyes closed but her mind breaking above the depths in which she’d been.
“Violet.” Again she heard her name, spoken in a deep voice. Her right hand was warm, squeezed tightly by someone or something. But she had no idea who it was or even where she was.
Opening her eyes was a Herculean effort, but she did it, her lids heavy and uncooperative. Sitting next to her was Zor, his face a mask of concern.
“Zor. Sir.” Speaking was difficult, like her mouth was filled with cotton.
“You don’t have to call me Sir right now.” He squeezed her hand, so hard it almost hurt. “I wasn’t sure you would wake up. The doctors didn’t know...” His words trailed off as he looked away from Violet.
“The gun. Did you get hurt?” It came back to her suddenly. The speech. The creature shooting at Zor.
“No. Thanks to you, I sustained no injuries. But you...”
“I’m alive. I think I’m all right now.” Gradually she felt more and more awake, and she tried to sit now, to look around the hospital room in which she lay.
“Here. Let me help.” Zor gently, oh so gently, helped her sit up, fluffing the pillows behind her back.
“I’m so glad you’re alright. Was anyone else hurt? Is everyone okay?”
“You were the only one hurt, Violet. You saved my life.” Zor sat forward, taking both her hands in h
is, looking deeply into her eyes. “I would be dead if you hadn’t saved me. I owe you so much.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” Violet looked down at her hands, so tiny inside Zor’s huge ones.
“That’s not true.” His words were vicious with conviction. “And I owe you an apology.”
“You what?” Violet couldn’t believe he’d said that. He was so arrogant! So masculine! Certainly he hadn’t said he owed her an apology!
But Zor shook his head. “I haven’t treated you well since you’ve been here. I’ve been afraid to allow myself to be a husband in all the ways that matter. You deserve more than just sex and punishments, which I intend to continue, of course. But you also deserve my attention. And my love.”
Violet closed her eyes tight before opening them and staring up into his face, still etched with concern. “But you can’t just turn on your love. It’s either there or not. I can’t ask or expect you to feel something you don’t.”
With a deep sigh, Zor let go of her hands, then raised his fingers to her cheek, softly stroking her skin. “Only I do feel it. I’m not accustomed to admitting such things. And perhaps I’ve never felt this before. Love. But I know I feel it for you. I want to protect you always. You and our child.”
“Our child?” Violet looked up at him with a question in her eyes, until it occurred to her what he meant. “Wait. Are you telling me...”
Zor nodded, a smile on his face. “The doctors scanned you to make sure all was well, and detected a pregnancy. Our child will be the future of both our planets, and the first ever human and Tethran baby.”
“Oh...” Violet breathed out, her mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. It was so much. More than she’d expected. And, mostly, happiness dominated her emotions, for the first time since she’d come to Tethra.
There was a quick knock on the door, and then Zor’s parents entered, both of them with grateful and nervous smiles on their faces.
Zor’s mother came straight to the bed and took Violet’s hand in both of hers. “Thank you, my dear. You saved my son’s life, and I will be forever grateful. I must apologize for the way I’ve treated you since you arrived on Tethra. I was unkind. I was afraid, thought you were taking advantage. But when I saw what you did for Zor... I am sorry.” Her eyes filled with tears.
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