“Oh no,” she cried.
“What happens to bad little girls, Isabella?” he asked her sternly.
“They get sp… spanked,” Isabella whispered hoarsely.
“What else happens to their naughty little bottoms?”
She shuddered in response to his question. “Please don’t make me say it.”
He delivered a sharp swat to each cheek before beginning to move resolutely within her once more, this time surrounding her clit with two fingers and moving them in time with his thrusts.
“What else, Isabella?”
“Their bottoms get taken hard,” she said with a little mewling sound as she once again neared release.
“Do naughty girls get to come, Isabella?” he asked her, stilling once more just as she was about to shoot into orbit and removing all stimulation.
“Nooooo!” she wailed.
“What kind of girls get to come, Isabella?”
“Good girls,” Isabella said miserably.
“That’s right. Only good girls get to come. Are you going to be my good girl from now on?” Grayson asked.
“Yes, sir!” she answered fervently.
Grayson smiled, then repositioned her body as he began to ride her with hard deep thrusts.
He was careful to keep her positioned so there was no possibility of clitoral stimulation. This was punishment and she would receive no further pleasure and would have the rest of the day to think about her behavior with a dose of sexual frustration added into the mix.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You, Grayson. Only you,” she said softly.
Grayson began to pound into her hard and fast, causing her to let go of her bottom to brace herself on the chair seat; he finished, coming hard in her tight little bottom before pulling free.
Isabella groaned in frustration and discomfort. Grayson lifted her into his arms as he sat back down on the chair cuddling her close.
Grayson kissed her forehead. “I love you more than I ever thought possible, little fire, but that doesn’t mean you will get away with blatant disobedience or putting yourself at risk. I will punish you each and every time. Just like that. Am I understood?”
She wrapped her arms tightly around him, needing his comfort. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. I don’t want to have to do that again, Isabella. I would much rather give you only pleasure from my touch.”
She sat up in his lap and cupped his face, pressing tiny little kisses to his chin and on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Grayson. I promise to be much better behaved in the future. I love you so much. Thank you for correcting me.”
“Now you will rest in here until I get home tonight, but you are not to touch yourself. If you’re a good girl, I will let you come when I get home.”
He chose to ignore the little pout she gave as he put her firmly to bed. Grayson knew between the spanking and his thorough taking of her bottom, she would quickly fall asleep.
Chapter Eight
Izzy woke with a sigh, stretching and then wincing when her very tender buttocks shifted on the mattress. With a groan she rolled out of bed, making every effort to put as little pressure on her backside as possible.
Turning her bottom toward the mirror on the wall, she winced again when she saw how red her posterior was, the under curve of her bottom a splotchy purple. Izzy would feel her punishment every time she sat down for at least a few days.
Grayson had been very thorough in demonstrating his displeasure. As her thighs shifted together, she became aware of how sensitive and needy she still felt between her legs. This was a lesson she would long remember.
Izzy really hoped Grayson would relent and make love to her when he got home. She really needed the relief only he could give her.
She decided to hurry downstairs and make his favorite dinner in an effort to make amends.
* * *
Grayson smiled as he walked into the house smelling pizza. It had fast become his favorite meal once Isabella had learned to make it with Ramelian ingredients and spices. He enjoyed all of the meals she prepared.
Ramelian food with an earth perspective. Isabella called it fusion cuisine, but he just called it good.
Walking up behind her in the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss into the nape of her neck.
Isabella sank back into his embrace.
“Did you rest well, little fire?”
She nodded, looking shyly up at him out of the corner of her eye with a soft half smile before pulling away to take the pizza out of the oven and lay it on the counter.
“How is your bottom?”
Isabella turned bright red and glared at him before turning once again to cut the pizza.
“Isabella, I would have you answer me,” Grayson said quietly.
“It’s fine! This is a mortifying conversation!” she exclaimed, pulling plates from the cabinets and plunking a piece of pizza down on one for him.
“If you won’t tell me, I suppose I will have to check the damage for myself,” he said in a matter-of-fact manner. Ignoring the pizza, he steered his little mate to the opposite counter and placed her face down over it with her legs dangling.
“No, Grayson!” she wailed, clearly embarrassed.
Grayson made short work of lifting her dress over her back and revealing her spectacularly colorful bottom to his view, easily holding Isabella in place for his examination despite her struggles.
Running his fingertips lightly over her still hot flesh, then stroking deep between her legs to find the wet heat waiting for him there, he murmured, “Have you had time to think about your behavior, little fire?”
Isabella groaned as he slid a finger deep inside her pulsing channel. “Ohhh… please…”
“Answer me, please,” he instructed as he pulled his finger out of her and spread her wide to his gaze. He stroked a finger over the slightly swollen pucker of her anus, knowing she would be very tender.
“Yes. I’m sorry for how I acted. I shouldn’t have tried to disobey you or have been disrespectful!” she cried out as his finger moved against her.
Grayson smiled and pulled a training phallus from his pocket. It was only an inch and a half in diameter and six inches long, but it would do the trick to help his little mate further contemplate her actions.
He held her open as he rubbed its tip along her labia, then circled her clit before sliding it inside just a little bit.
Isabella moaned loudly in response and rocked her body back, trying to get deep penetration. He knew her body was primed for penetration after the sensual punishment he’d delivered earlier.
Grayson worked the phallus into her slowly with gradual rocking thrusts that didn’t quite give her what she needed. Once it was fully seated, the wide base rested against her opening, but stopped the toy from going in further.
Then he pulled her skirts back down and lifted his now very fidgety mate to stand in front of him.
“Shall we eat?”
* * *
Izzy stared up at him in disbelief. “You can’t seriously mean to leave me like this!” She was horrified; every time she shifted, the thing he’d placed inside her moved. Not enough to give her the release she craved, but just enough to drive her crazy.
“You still aren’t as contrite or submissive as I would like so it seems a further lesson might be in order,” Grayson explained, picking up his plate and walking to the dining room. “Come, Isabella, bring your plate.”
She glared after him. Not contrite enough! Hadn’t she made the brute pizza? Izzy groaned again when she stepped forward to grab her plate and felt the shift of the dildo inside her. How on earth was she supposed to be able to eat?
When Izzy followed Grayson into the dining room, she found not only did he expect her to sit down and eat, he expected her to be able to hold a conversation—as if the tenderness of her bottom in the seat and the shift of the thing inside her every time she squirmed wasn’t making her wetting and wetter, making her more
desperate to come at every moment.
It was as if the heat and soreness of her backside were now directly connected to her clit, making it pulse as if it was demanding to be stroked as she rocked on the thing inside her.
“Isabella?” Grayson looked at her with one eyebrow quirked.
She looked at him a little dazedly, “Huh?”
“Tell me about your day after you woke from your nap,” he asked as he took a big appreciative bite of pizza.
Izzy blinked at him for a moment. “It was fine. I got up and decided to make my brute of a mate pizza for dinner in an effort to atone for my earlier behavior. Then he got home and asked me embarrassing questions and stuck a sex toy up me, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Then he expects me to eat dinner and talk about the weather as though I don’t just want to jump his bones!”
“Check your tone, Isabella. It’s to help you think about how you could have handled the day better, including right now. There won’t be any bone jumping this day. If you are able to behave yourself tonight, I will allow you to jump my bones tomorrow,” Grayson said with a smile and then had the audacity to wink at her.
“Hmmpf. I may not be interested in your bones or anything else by tomorrow,” she muttered, forcing herself to take a bite of pizza.
Thankfully the pizza was good. Izzy found if she ignored her barbarian mate—who was watching her with a knowing smile—and held really still, she could focus on the pizza.
“How long do I have to wear this thing?” Izzy finally asked him.
“I will remove it in the morning,” Grayson told her firmly. “Now, are you going to be able to enjoy the rest of the evening with me and behave, or will I need to give you another lesson in being submissive to your mate?”
Izzy took a deep breath; no way could she handle any other lessons today. “I’m sorry, Grayson. I let my embarrassment take over earlier and I was snappish and disrespectful instead of just answering your questions. I can behave better.”
Grayson rewarded her with a smile. “Thank you, Isabella. Let us watch one of your movies together.” He stood and extended his hand to her, and Izzy took it gratefully, letting him pull her up from the chair and lead her to the living room.
They lay on the couch together and watched one of her favorites, an old movie about a little parrot named Polly. It was a sweet movie and, most important, had no romance or anything that would add to her constant state of arousal.
But Grayson made sure she stayed primed with occasional gliding caresses and the nibbling kisses he placed on her neck.
By the time they went to bed, Izzy wanted to beg him to make love to her, but she didn’t; he’d already made it clear there would be no relief for her tonight.
Grayson pulled the caftan over her head, leaving her standing naked in front of him. “Kneel.”
Izzy dropped to her knees in front of him, watching as he stripped his own clothes, then moved to place his straining erection against her lips.
“Open to me, little fire,” he instructed huskily.
Greedy for anything she could get, Izzy opened her mouth wide to take him deep, licking along every bit of his shaft. Grayson told her to put her hands behind her back, then he fisted her hair and began thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Izzy took everything he had to give, opening her throat as much as possible in an effort to give her mate what he needed.
* * *
Grayson was enraptured by her sweet submission and found his release quickly, groaning as Isabella swallowed every drop, then licked her lips as she looked up at him with passion filling her gaze.
He lifted her to her feet and wrapped her close, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you, little fire. You were so beautiful kneeling before me.”
Grayson scooped her up and carried her to their bed.
“I love you, Grayson,” she said softly, snuggling into his embrace.
“And I you, little fire. Rest now.”
* * *
Izzy woke to Grayson’s face pressed between her thighs, his hard palms cupping her sore bottom and holding her in place as he thoroughly devoured her.
He looked up at her. “Hold yourself open for me, little fire.”
She moved her hands down between her legs and spread her nether lips wide, groaning at the erotic stretching of her most intimate flesh. Splayed wide and holding herself open, she knew Grayson could see every inch of her most private parts.
Grayson smiled up at her, his lips glistening with the evidence of her desire. Never breaking eye contact, he slicked his thumb in her juices, then began rubbing it around her clit in slow firm circles as he rocked the phallus inside her. It took only a few thrusts and she exploded around the toy.
Grayson pulled it from her and then tossed it aside.
Izzy watched as he moved his head back down between her thighs, continuing to spear her with his gaze as his tongue drove deep into her aching channel and took up a hard driving rhythm.
He paused only for a moment, temporarily replacing his tongue with two fingers to get them thoroughly coated and lubed with her juices before sinking them straight into her still tender bottom hole.
Izzy hissed and with a keening cry, she bucked up to meet the tongue that began thrusting in and out of her. His fingers slipped easily in and out of her bottom, moving in tandem with his tongue. She came with a soundless scream as wave after wave of pleasure mixed with pain washed over her.
It didn’t matter that her bottom was still so sore, she wanted more. “Harder… please, Grayson… more…”
“Keep yourself spread wide for me, little fire,” he instructed as a third finger joined the two already in her bottom and then he drove three into her still contracting sheath, moving both hands hard and fast as deeply as he could.
“Ohhh, yesss!” Izzy arched her back, pulling herself even further open and tightening her body around Grayson’s driving fingers.
As she watched, he sucked her clit into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and worrying it with his teeth. He continued to watch her, his gaze burning into her.
Izzy came screaming his name again and again, but still needed more. “Please, Grayson, I need you inside me!”
Grayson grabbed her wrists, freeing her intimate folds, catching her legs on top of his thighs and spreading them wide as he moved up her body and drove into her to the hilt in one satisfying thrust.
They both cried out as he bottomed out inside her, bumping against her cervix. Pressing her hands over her head, he continued to press inward, grinding from side to side, giving her no respite from the relentless pressure.
Izzy began to shake, closing her eyes in response to the sensations swarming her system.
“No, little fire, you will look at me.”
Her eyes snapped open in response to Grayson’s hoarse command.
As the release took her, she stared up into the intense gaze of her mate and felt the connection between them deep inside her very soul. It was as if the bond between them suddenly connected them at every level and she knew they would never again be apart. They were two halves of a hole.
“My mate, my love,” he said before taking her mouth and driving his tongue inside to tangle with hers as he began to move.
Izzy wrapped her legs tightly around him as they moved together hard and fast.
He brought her quickly to fulfillment twice more before he gave into his own need and spilled his seed deep inside her.
“I don’t like leaving you in need, little fire. Please don’t make me punish you like that again.”
Izzy held him close, pressing kisses all over his beloved face. “I won’t. I love you, Grayson.”
“You are my world, little fire.”
* * *
When Izzy woke again, Grayson was gone, but she found a new housekeeper in the kitchen as well as a maid, and a man in a uniform was on the ladder cleaning the chandelier.
She smiled. They were both learning. Izzy knew with certainty they would
have a very happy life together.
She would forever be thankful for the flat tire that left her alone on that dark country road the led her to be claimed as the commander’s mate.
Epilogue
“It’s time,” Izzy said, giving her mate a little nudge to wake him.
Grayson sat straight up immediately. “I’ll get the doctor!”
She watched with amusement as her big unflappable mate, the high commander of the Ramelian fleet, ran around the room in a blind panic, finally managing to drag some pants on as he flew out the door.
The past nine months had been more wonderful than she could have ever imagined. Though Grayson still refused to let her work, he did allow her to volunteer. She spent three days a week doing story-time at the library, reading a combination of earth and Ramelian stories to the children in attendance.
Izzy felt it was important to give the children a more rounded view of the aliens now living among them to foster good relations between humans and Ramelians.
At her urging, a program had been set up for women who wanted to mate with the people from Ramel. Izzy held classes and formal seminars to explain what it was like to mate with one of the giant warriors.
Of course every single woman who’d been in the little diner the day Grayson told her he loved her had signed up without the benefit of a seminar or class.
They’d seen the utter devotion of a Ramelian to his mate firsthand. To Izzy’s great surprise, even Madge had signed up, once she realized age wasn’t an important factor.
Even more surprising was the fact she’d ended up mated to Dr. Pimel. The relationship had a rocky start, but it was clear now how happy the couple was.
Madge was no longer at the diner, but she made sure Izzy got her chicken fried steak fix at least once a month.
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