King Rexx walked around her body, the loud clacking of his shoes on the floor heightening Sable’s unease. She did not doubt that he was staring at every aspect of her with the same level of scrutiny and it made her wonder if there was a possibility that he could decide to send her back home, or to prison if she didn’t meet his expectations. Whatever those are.
“This is the woman who has caused the chaos for our planet?”
She didn’t think it was possible, but Rexx’s voice was even deeper than Dravven’s.
Dravven responded, “Yes, Father. This is Sable Dred, Princess of King Zadicus Dred.”
Rexx looked very similar to Dravven, only instead of a deep black, his hair was sprinkled with white around the temples and ears, giving him a distinguished look, especially since it cascaded down the middle of his back without even a string to hold it tight against his neck.
Rexx narrowed his eyes. “You’ve caused us quite a bit of trouble around here, young lady. Are you aware of that? Has Dravven discussed the error of your ways?”
Her heart hammered in her chest, and nervously she clenched her ass, the muscles aching from her recent discussion with Dravven. “Yes, Sir. He has, and I’m sorry.”
“And you’re aware that we’re a male-led planet and, as such, Dravven will be the head of your household?”
It galled her, and she wanted to scream that she was well aware of how his planet ran and that she was also one who gave orders, expecting prompt obedience. But as part of her prison sentence, she’d comply with Dravven, obeying and submitting to him, only until she could get the fuck off the planet.
Instead, she said, “Yes, Sir. I’m well aware and will comply with Dravven and all men on Gralon Empire.”
Both Dravven and Rexx raised their eyebrows in shock, obviously not expecting such a response from her.
“Exactly what kind of a beating did you give the petulant brat, Dravven?”
Sable’s face turned red, and before she could restrain the impulse, she growled, lunging forward toward the senior Graeme. And if Dravven hadn’t grabbed the back of her shirt, pinching her in the ass—hard—she would have succeeded in scratching the smug grin off the bastard’s face.
Jumping with a loud screech, Sable grabbed the offended cheek, dancing on her toes trying to abate the sting from the pinch on top of her freshly spanked flesh. “Ow! Shit, that hurts.”
“Good. You’ll learn to keep that sassy, rude mouth of yours shut. Now apologize to my father for your impertinence.” Dravven cupped her other buttock, the warning loud and clear.
Answer appropriately, or I’ll pinch this cheek as well.
Swallowing her pride, Sable looked King Graeme in the eye, wanting to slap the sly smirk curling the corners of his lips. “I’m sorry, King. That was rude; please forgive me.”
Rexx nodded his head slowly. “You’re forgiven. I’m sure my son will admonish you in the error of your ways and will keep you sufficiently sore during your captivity that you’ll treat me with the respect I deserve in the future.”
Turning his attention to Dravven, he said, “I’m sure you’re both tired from the activities of the day. I’ll send dinner to your quarters and see you at breakfast. Sleep well. Dravven. Princess.” Wrapping his arms around his wife and daughter, he and his family left the room.
“Come along, bad girl. It looks like we have some basic rules to discuss.” With a loud crack of his hand to her backside, spurring her up the stairs, Sable swore she heard the men laughing in the other room.
It was going to be a long six months.
Chapter Nine
Dravven stood watching from his window overlooking the laboratory area where his girl was inspecting lab tests performed for the Prism. Also Sable was supervising, for the moment, the assembly of the model that would in the future cut and merge the DNA for the project.
It had only been three weeks since her captivity had begun, and his father wasn’t sure that Dravven should allow her this much supervisory ability, but Dravven knew that if he could keep her mind going and give her some responsibility, she’d adjust quicker to the lifestyle on Gralon.
What Sable didn’t know was that he had put a wire on her and everything she heard from fellow workers and what she said to them was transmitted loud and clear onto his laptop and into a device inserted in his ear. Although he would like to trust her, and wanted her to feel a sense of accomplishment, he also knew that there was no way that she could be trusted with this much responsibility this soon. Not fully at least.
In the course of their short time together, his girl had been spanked dozens of times for outright disobedience, disrespect, and some of the most glorious temper tantrums he’d ever witnessed before. Her sassy mouth had been a huge source of discipline, and he’d resorted to creative discipline for it—soaping, writing lines, and corner time.
And whenever he thought she had finally learned, had finally come to the point that submission was just around the corner, she’d digress into a week full of punishments.
One of the methods he used to keep her at a distance from his employees—her former ones—was interrupting the amount of time she spent with the scientists. Pressing a button on the wall, he spoke into the miniature microphone. “Princess, please come to my office.”
She looked up at him standing with his hands on his hips before the floor-to-ceiling glass. Sable’s cheeks turned pink and her teeth grit in anger.
And that was another method he used to keep her at arm’s length from her former employees, referring to her as Princess.
The diminutive reinforced her submission to him, and she hated with a passion that he used it in the work setting. However, he used the term of endearment often—as reward—hoping she would learn to love it as much as he did saying it to her.
She stomped into the office, slamming the door behind her.
“Princess, what’s wrong?”
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, sitting at the table. “Nothing. I’m fine. Can we just get on with it? I have work to do.”
“Okay.” Sighing loudly, he sat down next to her, opening his comm screen, swiping across the holo-monitor floating over the table. “The men have mentioned to me that they’re uncomfortable with you inspecting their work. They’re used to me or one of the generals performing this task. They’re not familiar with answering to women here on Gralon, and I can sympathize with the uncomfortableness of the situation. So from this point forward, all inspections will be conducted by myself. If, and when, I need your assistance, I’ll let you know. Until then, I’ll find less supervisory and more female-dominated tasks for you to perform.”
She sat back in her chair, her nostrils flaring. “You can be a downright pompous asshole when you want to be. You know that, right?”
Tossing his pen onto the table, he leaned back, pausing to gather his feelings and contain any annoyance he may have with the little brat calling him an obscenity before continuing. “You expect me to yank your pants down and toss you across my lap for a bare-bottom paddling for that bit of sass, don’t you? But that’s where you’re wrong today, Sable. You know that what you said was disrespectful and inappropriate.”
She blinked at him.
“I expect you to stand up, push your pants and panties down, and lie across my lap for your spanking. You’ll take responsibility for what you did wrong and ask me for your paddling.” Dravven pushed his chair back, closing the blinds to the window facing the work floor.
Sable had startled when he got up, flinching away when he’d reached for the button to activate the blinds. Apparently, she thought he would snatch her out of the chair, not believing him fully yet. But she would come to realize that he always did as he said.
He crossed the room, opening his desk drawer and extracting a large round paddle made of swoquix. Tossing it to the middle of the table, he made sure his chair was far enough away from the table for her to struggle and kick without getting hurt. Crossing his hands in his lap, Dravven looked
over at his girl.
“I’ll wait as long as it takes, naughty girl.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth, turning her attention to the paddle and then looking back at him, wringing her hands in her lap.
Part of him felt bad for her. She’d been allowed to misbehave and disrespect people for most of her life, and now at this point in her life, she’d hit a wall and found herself suffering the consequences of her actions—painful consequences, punishments that left her sobbing and sore for most of an evening or week depending on her transgression.
On his planet children learned respect at a young age. They deferred to their elders and women deferred to men in all things. Many planets felt that Gralon kept their women down, but upon further inspection, these naysayers found out quickly that the women were of superior intelligence and most of them held positions of intelligence and yes, power, in the workplace. Respecting and deferring to men didn’t prevent them from moving forward in their gifting. If anything, it helped them because the men in their lives supported them fully, encouraging them to grow and become all they could be.
He’d grown to love Sable’s soft plump lips. She expressed her feelings through her eyes and mouth, and he’d learned to trust what those lips conveyed. Although she looked placid and compliant, if her lips spoke of mischief, he had learned quickly to trust the subtle nuances. A quiver in her bottom lip, the corner of her mouth kicked up into a small grin, or the lips thinned with anger—Dravven took all the subtleties into account when dealing with his princess.
Her small white teeth nibbled anxiously on her lip. He knew that a few words of encouragement would have her obeying with tears tracking down her cheeks, but his silence was important.
She had become comfortable with submitting in the past few weeks, as long as he was the one to yank her over his knee, tugging her pants down to bare her curvy bottom for punishment, then things went as planned.
It occurred to him recently that she’d grown used to him forcing her. It didn’t require any action on her part. Any defiance would be ripped from her, replaced with involuntary submission.
The next level of training required her active participation in the process.
His cock stirred, his balls were aching—again. He had promised Sable that they wouldn’t sleep together until she was ready for copulation and although they were married and shared the same sleeping quarters and bed, they hadn’t progressed to the point of sex. And he ached most of the day in need.
From the scent of her, she had been aching as well. They had kissed and cuddled after spankings, her naked soft body melding into his body, and her sweet, plump ass cocooning Dravven’s cock while it persistently nudged between her buttocks. Sable had squirmed, rocking back on him while his hands cupped and squeezed her bountiful breasts. But as close as they were to sex, the deep divide between foreplay to consummation seemed cavernous.
In anticipation of yet another disciplinary session, his body awoke, and his senses and cock were standing at attention, ready for action.
A choked sob startled him, but he didn’t move, trusting that as difficult as this decision was for Sable, she’d submit, doing as he expected.
“Wh-why?”
He softened his voice. “Why what, Sable, sweetie?”
“Why can’t y-you just spank me?” Her lip quivered, the huge tears brimming in her bright green eyes, and the droplets tracking down her cheeks.
He wanted to do nothing more than envelop her into his arms, kissing her forehead, assuring her that she’d always be his girl. Instead, he leaned forward and with a straight face and stern voice he said, “Because you were the one who called me a name, disrespecting me. You knew it was insulting and ill-mannered when you said it. You need to own up to your impertinence.”
She nodded solemnly.
“Stand up and take your pants down.”
She tossed her head back, closing her eyes and fisting her hands in her lap. With another small sob, she abruptly stood, and opening her eyes, she looked him in the face with the determination he loved so much. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and shoved them to her thighs.
“Lower. To your ankles, please.”
She continued their descent, pushing them to her ankles as he required. Dravven knew that the next step would be difficult, baring herself to his view and doing it all alone. True submission.
Sable tugged the traditional white panties down her hips. These were regulation panties for women since all men on Gralon had agreed that ultimately these were their favorites. The elastic bounced off her ass, her flesh wobbling and the gusset of the panties caught in the apex of her thighs. She spread her thighs open, the underpants sliding easily down her legs, and she let them fall on top of the pants, both of them now resting at her ankles.
She knew to keep herself open to his view, not covering her beautiful, smooth pussy. The olive lips were soft as silk and Dravven slid a finger along them, her scent no longer hidden, but wafting to his nostrils. Letting out his own shaky breath, he dipped his finger between the seam of her sex, the delicate skin now slick with her arousal.
“By the God Aranah, Sable, I have never wanted to take a woman like I want to take you. You’re a beauty.”
She flushed and tucked the pink stripe of hair behind her ear, looking bashfully back at him. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s nothing to say. You’re gorgeous.” He pushed into her sex, sliding along her slick inner treasures.
Sable’s thighs shook, her hips thrusting with need.
Pulling his finger out, he wiped it along her hip, slapping it lightly. “There’s time for this later, Princess. You have a job to do.”
She nodded and with the fortitude she’d been known for, Sable leaned forward, lying across his lap, putting her hands and feet firmly on the floor as she’d been trained to do, steeling herself for her comeuppance.
Dravven found himself thinking once again how he’d fallen in love with this strong woman. He wished he didn’t have to punish her once again, but love wasn’t just for good times. Loving Sable meant he cared for her behavior, assuring she behaved well toward him and others as well.
Grasping the swoquix paddle, he smacked it harshly onto her pristine olive globes, watching them turn pink immediately. And with a swat for every word he sternly lectured, “You will not call me a pompous ass.”
“Yes! I mean—No!” Although he had required that she keep her hands on the floor, he noticed that she was holding his ankle tightly during the punishment. He liked to think that she handled the pain easier with the physical contact, and he had allowed her that one little deviance from his spanking rules.
“You will treat me with the respect I deserve.” He focused these swats on her thighs; her legs rose and dropped back to the floor. She dug her toes into the floor, keeping her legs and feet still as he’d trained her.
She’d come a long way in three weeks, and it gave him hope for how much she’d grow in the next six months.
“Yes!”
He slammed the paddle into the meatiest part of her backside, the flesh wobbling and now very red from all of his attention. “And from now on, you will bare yourself for all punishments. Are we clear?”
Having gone limp, she sobbed pitifully. “Y-yes, Sir.” She murmured the response over and over, not realizing that he’d put the paddle back on the table, her hips bouncing and wiggling as they had during the paddling.
“It’s over, sweetie. It’s over, Sable. Shhhhh.” He stroked her back and bottom, hoping the massaging was easing her pain.
His hand squeezed and rubbed her inflamed flesh, his fingers brushing along the lips of her now glistening sex.
Sable reacted this way to every punishment; even the more serious punishments with a belt or switch, her hot little cunt would drip with her juices.
He pushed his fingers into her channel, his thumb bumping against her clit. Taking a chance, he inserted his pinkie finge
r into her anus.
Her body stiffened, her legs going straight out, and she held her breath, no longer crying either.
“It’s okay, Sable. I’ll ease your need.”
Before she could protest, he jammed three fingers into her, pumping them like his cock wanted to, working her clit and her anus simultaneously.
It wasn’t long before her breathing increased, her keening in rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers within her, and her buttocks yawned open, pushing back onto his hand until his fingers bounced off her sensitive flesh. He persistently prodded her, increasing his pace and force until she screamed with her release, her juices gushing over his hand and dripping down his palm. He milked her sex, drawing out every last bit of her orgasms until she collapsed—sated.
He stroked her, watching her body convulse with each tremor, her hips grinding against his thigh until her breathing once again took on a steady rhythm and he thought she had fallen asleep.
“Come on, baby.” He helped her to sit on his leg, tucking her under his chin, and he rubbed her back until she had truly fallen into a deep slumber.
Dravven swayed with her, his cock as hard as steel, pressing against her soft, warm bottom, and he hoped it would stop throbbing soon. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy, and now he just had to find a way to keep her—not only on Gralon but also as his wife.
Chapter Ten
Sable loved the Graeme library; even with lamps lit, the room was dark and austere. The thick, dark wood gleamed from being heavily polished by servants on a weekly basis. The shelves were floor to ceiling and every one filled with hundreds and hundreds of books.
She ran her hand along the old-fashioned leather-bound covers, skimming the titles for familiar books she’d read in the past. Most citizens read on their comm sets now, but she found leather-bound hard covers comforting and loved nothing more than curling up in the large chair by the library’s fireplace and reading.
Dravven had assured her that her services weren’t needed in the laboratory today and had forbidden her from leaving the main part of the estate. Her finger pulled a romance novel from the shelf, and she’d just settled into the chair opening the yellowed pages when the click of the library door opening distracted her.
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