His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

Even so, she jerked with each slap, her lovely ass bobbing. He hadn't expected the sharp satisfaction he experienced disciplining her. He’d expected her training and punishment to be a nuisance he’d have to endure in order to have her body at his disposal for his experiment.

He brought the paddle down with quick, sharp strokes, over and over again. By fourteen, she caught her breath enough to plead.

“Please,” she gasped, still bending her knees to pull against his hold on her ankles. He could have attached them to a cord on the ceiling, but he’d been too irritated to take the time.

Which, again, wasn’t like him at all.

This human might be more than he bargained for.

“Master, please. Ouch! I’m sorry!”

Twenty strokes. Thirty. He stopped and examined her punished bottom. “Thirty strokes with the leather paddle produces pink coloring on buttocks,” he reported to his cuff.

Forty percent aroused, it blinked back at him.

Oh yes. He remembered that from Zander’s mate. Punishment produces arousal in a certain percentage of human females. An odd quirk in human sexuality.

He stared at the nectar glistening along her swollen sex. Vecking beautiful. “Subject aroused by punishment.”

Bayla’s head jerked up in surprise.

He arranged her knees open, the soles of her feet together. She held the position for him, head still lifted from the bed, watching him with an intensity that made his heart expand in his chest.

He positioned the leather paddle between her legs. It was narrow enough to fit against her sex. He tapped her pussy with it—more of a warning slap than anything fierce.

She mewled but held the position. An obedient slave.

“Bayla, you are not here to breed. I forbid you to breed with any male in the pod, including myself.” He slapped her pussy again, a little harder.

She squeaked again.

“I understand the hormones make you needy, and I promise, if you’re a good girl, I will always take care of those needs. Understand?”

He wished those incredible breasts weren’t still heaving with her breath.

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“I don’t want to have to spank you, but you will not, under any circumstances, offer yourself to me that way again.” He delivered another slap to her pussy. “Are we clear?”

She bit her lip and bobbed her head. “Yes, Master.” Her voice broke a little, and he looked at her sharply but saw no sign of tears. Her readouts showed elevated pulse and some stress, but nothing at a worrisome level.

He nodded curtly. “Good girl. Time for your rectal exam.” He didn’t really need to do a rectal exam, but there was no harm in being thorough. “

Can you hold still, or do I need to cuff your ankles again?”

It pleased him beyond comprehension when she said in a small voice, “I will hold still, Master.”

Stars, he wanted to bring her to orgasm again right then. But she didn’t deserve it. She’d been naughty and goaded him on purpose. Besides, he wasn’t sure he had regained control of his own lust yet.

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Bayla’s ass stung, but her swollen clit pulsed insistently, despite, or perhaps because of the pussy spanking he’d given her. Shame prickled hot, too, although she couldn’t decide if it was because she genuinely regretted irritating Daneth or if the spanking itself had been so humiliating. She would’ve thought, after all the objectification she’d suffered as a breeder, nothing would bother her. But, apparently, not so. The spanking hadn’t been overly painful, but it had been degrading to the extreme, and something about it being administered by an annoyed, sexy alien doctor amplified the intensity.

Her entire body still trembled, and now she had to suffer through a rectal exam. Dearest Mother Earth.

Daneth snapped on another glove, and, thankfully, squeezed some kind of lubricant onto his index finger. He had the assured touch of a doctor, not a lover, as he screwed that—oh stars, ack!—thick finger inside her ass.

She’d been probed there before. Not in a state of arousal, though. As his thick digit filled her, her pussy turned molten again, moisture seeping.