The Alien's Rules

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Monitor Valodar,” a young man said, striding toward him, “excuse me, sir, but my name is Fanderol. May I have a word?”

  He was from Raven’s planet, obvious from his height, his pale lemon skin, and dark hair and eyes, and Valodar was immediately impressed by him. He was respectful, well dressed, and appeared to be a fine young male.

  “Yes, Fanderol.”

  “I’m sure there are more experienced males here that could deliver Raven’s punishment spanking,” he said quietly, turning his back to the dipping waters so Raven couldn’t hear him, “but I am rather fond of her. I believe there might be a future for us, but she has proven quite irascible. I have been tempted to put her over my knee several times, but I wasn’t confident that it was justified, and to be honest, I wasn’t confident enough, period. She is a very strong woman, but I believe this might give us both an opportunity to solidify our roles.”

  “I accept your offer,” Valodar said without hesitation, “and next time you are tempted to punish her, act upon it. Warn first, however, and if the warning goes unheeded, then you act.”

  “Thank you, Monitor. May I call you for advice on occasion?”

  “Absolutely. I am always available. Just contact the Xanadu Embassy. They’ll find me.”

  “Thank you. What should I do now, with Raven, I mean?”

  “You need to find a suitable place to spank her, and I’ll order her out of the pool and send her over to you. When she crawls across your lap, place your leg over the backs of hers, raise her skirt, pull down any underwear she may be wearing, then let instinct take over. One last piece of advice.”

  “Yes, Monitor.”

  “Raven is a cunning young woman. You cannot listen to her words, you must listen to your hand. It will tell you when enough is enough.”

  “Ah, yes, I understand. Thank you. Excuse me, I’ll go and find the right place.”

  As he walked away, Valodar moved to the edge of the pool, and looked down at Raven’s embarrassed, mortified face.

  “Out,” he said sternly.

  As she began swimming toward the edge of the pool, several other males approached him, volunteering to deliver her discipline, but he had no doubt Fanderol was not just the perfect choice, but this particular spanking by him was destiny.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” she grumbled as she climbed from the water, soaked through, her dress clinging to her, “and I saw you talking to Fanderol. Please don’t tell me he’s going to be punishing me?”

  “He most certainly is, and it’s time you settled down, Raven. Your foolish schemes and tantrums must stop, and I hope he takes control of you and makes your bottom sting whenever it’s required. Don’t let me hear about any more of your shenanigans. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, Monitor Valodar,” she murmured, dropping her eyes.

  This time he saw it. She had resigned herself to her fate. Her challenge had been met, and this time, for the first time, she had been defeated.

  “You will walk across to Fanderol, you will tell him exactly what you did, and I mean all of it, so he can best judge the severity of your spanking. Remember, I will be receiving a full report, so if you leave anything out, this entire scene will repeat itself. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, Monitor Valodar.”

  “After you have confessed, you will ask him to spank you appropriately, and when he has finished, you will thank him. Any questions?”

  “No, Monitor Valodar.”

  “Go on then, he’s over there by the fawn trees.”

  She turned, lifted her gaze to the brawny young man waiting for her. He was seated on an armless, straight-backed chair, and taking a breath, her face burning under the eyes of the assembled crowd, she walked slowly toward him.

  Watching her, Valodar was sure he could see a change in her body language. She had met her match in him, and he suspected she would in Fanderol as well. Satisfied that justice had been found for Ellie, he started to leave, but as he did, to his surprise, the gathered onlookers applauded him. While he assumed it was because of his actions against the Sparians, he was stopped by a male Xan as he was about to push through the door to the lobby.

  “Thank you,” the stranger said, “and not just because of your bravery and what you did for us, but because of what you just did here with that spiteful female.”

  “That’s very kind of you,” Valodar smiled, “though I’m not sure what you mean about disciplining Raven.”

  “You reminded me, and probably others too, of the importance of our roles. A happy home is one that has a foundation built from many things, but most especially, love, respect, honesty, and yes, discipline. They work in harmony to keep the peace and maintain balance.”

  “Thank you for saying so,” Valodar said thoughtfully, “and you have reminded me about that as well. Thank you very much.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Ellie smiled a happy greeting as Valodar walked into the living room. He looked relieved, so she assumed he’d found the female named Raven, and had dealt with her.

  “So?” she queried. “You tracked her down?”

  “I did, and she is currently being disciplined.”

  “That is excellent news. Thank you. Now I really can put it behind me.”

  “How were your parents?”

  “Super,” she said happily. “Everything is super!”

  “Good,” he grinned, “because there’s something I want to do, and I want to do it right now.”

  “I’m sorry, Valodar, it’s going to have to wait,” she declared, standing up and walking over to him, “because there’s something I want do right now as well.”

  “Is that right? And what might that be?”

  “I want to get naked with you on the bed,” she whispered, moving her arms around his neck and bringing her lips to his.

  Ardently returning her kiss, he could feel her body come alive as she pressed against him. She was filled with a hot, yearning energy, and clutching her hair, he gently pulled back her head.

  “We want the same thing,” he growled, slipping his hand under her dress, “but there is something I need to arrange first. Wait for me. I will be back shortly.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. “Should I take off my dress while you’re gone?”

  “That would please me,” he breathed, his lips at her ear. “That would please me very much.”

  He moved away, disappearing through the arched doors that led into their bedroom, and she pulled the flimsy garment over her head. Touching between her legs, she could feel her wetness, and she hoped he wouldn’t be long. Since she had returned from the medical center, though they had made love, he had been careful with her, and she missed their intense passion and stunning, never-ending orgasms.

  “Ah, yes, this is how I wish to see you,” he purred as he reappeared. “I think you should make it a habit to wander around naked.”

  Before she had a chance to respond, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. As the entered, she felt cool air hit her face, and saw a fire burning in the huge fireplace. Soft lamps were glowing, and their shadows were moving with them as he laid her on the bed.

  “Imagine that you are my princess,” he crooned, dropping his trousers and lying beside her, “I am your king, and you are mine to command.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” she grinned. “I am here only to serve you.”

  “Good, you know your place. Now kiss me, and place your hand on the small sac where my injector rests.”

  She loved the royal fantasy, and lovingly drifting her lips over his as her hand moved down his torso, she found the folds of skin that were his pouch, and softly rubbing, she began to feel the stirring of life.

  “Now climb onto me so your channel rests upon it, then lock your fingers behind your head and sit tall.”

  As she shifted onto her knees to get into position, he delivered a hot smack, landing it on both cheeks, following it with a second, and then a third.

  “O
w! Your Majesty has a fierce sting tonight.”

  “This is the first time you have felt the coils of my fingers,” he said huskily. “When they are fully extended, they act as a flogger. Continue on top of me and thrust out your breasts.”

  “Extended?” she mumbled, trying to picture it as she sat on him.

  “Yes, extended, and do as I said.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  Arching her back to push out her breasts, she closed her hands behind her head and waited. She could feel his injector tickling at her entrance and wiggled against it.

  “Now lift yourself up a hands width.”

  She knew what was coming, and as she rose up on her knees, his fingers lashed across her seat cheeks, and his member shot upward, impaling her. Her cry filled the room, and as it began to stroke, his fingers continued to lightly flog, delivering a hot tingling sting.

  “Your Majesty, you are taking my breath away,” she gasped.

  “Hush, stay as you are,” he commanded. “I am using you as I wish for my pleasure.”

  His words only served to make her wriggle and moan, and when she felt his free hand rest on her breast, she knew what was coming. She waited with hungry anticipation, but he teased her, barely touching her nipples, one after the other, holding back, until she arched her back and pushed her mounds forward even further, trying to press them into his hand.

  “You want more,” he growled. “Tell me how much more.”

  “Please, Your Majesty, you can send sparks through my nipples, please, I beg you, please will you do it, then do the same to my pussy?”

  “If I do, you will orgasm, and I’m not sure you’re hungry enough.”

  “Your Majesty, I am ravenous, I am starving. It has been so long since I have felt your passionate power, and your injector, it is thrusting inside me and bringing me close, then denying me.”

  “Who is your king?”

  “You are, Your Majesty.”

  “You will serve only me?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  “Place your hands under your breasts and present them.”

  His authority, combined with the fantasy, was lifting her into an erotic whirlwind, and when she raised her breasts for him, and his fingertips buzzed her nipples, she let out a shrill cry.

  “Ah, yes, my favorite music,” he muttered, sparking them again, then immediately dropped his fingers against her clit, shooting them with the same thrilling vibrating current.

  His sparks radiated through her to his member, pushing him into his climax. He wanted to spasm inside her, and feel the great pleasure of her walls sucking out his essence, but he had one more surprise for her. Listening to her gasps and groans, he moved his hands from her breasts and cunnie, cupped the cheeks of her stinging backside, and pulled them apart.

  “I am about to take you to a mighty orgasm,” he said, his voice a low, deep rasp. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  “To whom does your body belong?”

  “You, Your Majesty,” she managed, sitting on the brink of her climax and scarcely able to answer him.

  “For me to do with as I wish?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  His thrusts were suddenly stronger, pumping her vigorously, the appendage uncoiled and wrapped around her clit, squeezing with a tantalizing rhythm, and just as her orgasm was upon her, one of his fingers pushed its way into her back hole.

  She let out a squeal of protest, but it was too late, the climax had seized control. She could feel his finger moving in and out, keeping time with the coil around her clit and his thrusting injector. Her convulsions were gripping her, shuddering through her body, sending splinters of exotic pins and needles through her entire being. She knew he was controlling it, he was using his member, his curious coil, and his electric finger behind her, to create waves of orgasmic pleasure. She could feel his injector squirt its essence, and her convulsions slowly beginning to wane. Finally falling on top of him, she sank against his chest.

  “Lovely princess,” he purred as his arms came around her. “My lovely princess. This is only the beginning.”

  * * *

  He had planned to make her a meal, but she had fallen into a deep sleep, and though he didn’t need the rest, the simple pleasure of having her in his arms was filling him with joy. Closing his eyes, he indulged himself and allowed himself a soft doze. When she finally stirred, yawned, and stretched, he watched her, thinking her tousled hair and sleepy eyes made her look even more beautiful.

  “I’m going to make us something to eat,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “I’m sure you’re hungry, and I am too.”

  “I’m starving,” she admitted, then pausing, she looked at him and added, “Valodar, thank you. I have missed that intense passion with you.”

  “I have too,” he said, softly kissing her. “It is now as it should be again.”

  “Do I have time for a shower before we eat?”

  “Of course,” he said softly, and hugging her gently, he slipped from the bed.

  She watched him pull on his trousers and pad from the room, and letting out a long, satisfied sigh, she felt at peace. Everything had worked itself out, and ambling into the closet and through to the bathroom, she enjoyed a hot, wonderful shower. Quickly dressing, she hurried out to join him in the kitchen, and was met by a delicious aroma. As she sat down at the table, he presented an array of interesting options.

  He drew her into conversation about her parents and brothers as they ate, but she could sense he was passing the time, and there was something more on his mind. After he had cleared away their dishes, he sat across from her, and the look in his eye told her she’d been right.

  “You’re suddenly serious,” she remarked. “Have I done something wrong?”

  “It’s time,” he said solemnly. “Do you know what I mean?”

  “You want to talk about what happened,” she sighed, “what I did.”

  “Correct.”

  “Obviously it was ridiculous, of course it was, but I only did it because I knew something was wrong, something more was going on than what I’d been told, so—”

  “Ellie, I’m going to stop you right there. I brought this up not because I wish to hear all your excuses. I’m sure you have many, but we both know what you did was inexcusable.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry.”

  “But you knew it at the time, right?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, dropping her eyes. “I almost turned back a dozen times.”

  “I’m sure you did,” he said, raising his eyebrows, “but you kept going, and therein lies the problem.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I do wish to pair with you, I wish that very much, but for our union to be successful, you must submit and follow the rules. I don’t wish to be constantly punishing you, and worried about your disobedience. You can’t be perfect, no one can, but with our harmony will come balance, and that balance comes from acceptance of our roles. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I do, yes, I swear,” she said urgently, “and I’ll behave, I will.”

  “I believe you want to, but wanting to and being able to are different things. You’re a very stubborn woman, and—”

  “Stop right there. Yes, I am, and that’s why I know I can do this. Please, you have to let me show you.”

  “Yes, I do,” he nodded, “because I love you with all of me.”

  “And I feel the same.”

  “Do you?”

  “What? How can you ask me that? I was so happy when you asked me to pair with you, and I said yes.”

  “But you haven’t said it.”

  “I haven’t?”

  “Not once, not even a whisper when I breathed it in your ear as I left for my mission, not when you were lying in your bed getting well and I stayed by your side, not when we made love for the first time after you came home, and not when you agreed to pair with me.”

  Staring at him, seeing his eyes turn an almo
st crystal blue, she felt her face flush. Had she hurt him?

  “I’m so dreadfully sorry,” she breathed. “I do love you, Valodar. I do. I love you with all my heart,” then pausing, she softly added, “Wow, I’ve never said that to anyone before. Except my family of course, but not… like I, uh, am saying it now, to you.”

  “What stopped you?”

  “I have no idea, but I am feeling really scared right now.”

  “Scared?”

  “Yeah, really scared, like, more scared than when I was in the pod behind you.”

  “You’ve just given me the power to hurt you, that’s why you’re scared. There is no greater risk than loving someone, and telling them, even when you know they love you back.”

  “I feel all weird,” she mumbled, heat in her throat and tears brimming in her eyes. “You’re right.”

  “Speaking of your love, showing affection, these are important things. You can expect them from me, and you should, but I will expect that same openness from you.”

  “You’ll have it,” she promised. “Please, will you hold me?”

  Rising from the table, he took her hands, pulled her to her feet, and wrapped her up.

  “There,” he said warmly. “My arms will always be open for you. We are equals, I will listen to you, I will support you, but ultimately, I am the leader. I am in charge, and you are subject to my authority and my discipline. Please try to remember that, and try to follow the rules.”

  “I will, and I can say this absolutely, I promise.”

  “Thank you, Ellie, I feel we are stronger, we are building our foundation.”

  “I feel that too,” she agreed, “and it feels good.”

  “There still remains the question of your punishment, and it requires a great deal of thought. The banquet is coming up, and I feel it’s important to have it behind us before then.”

  “Yes, Valodar, whatever you decide. I know I deserve it, and I know you’ll be fair.”

  “On Earth you have a saying, I need to sleep on it, and that is what I shall do.”