Their Zandian Mate (Zandian Masters 9)

The corner of his mouth quirked and he tapped her lips with the pad of his finger. “Punishment.”

A single, miserable word.

The other two males slowly ceased their delicious ministrations and stepped away, too.

“Now, your ass, beautiful. I’m going to paint it red with my strap and then my portion of the punishment will be over.” He spun his finger in a circle, indicating he wanted her to turn around.

Body quivering, she rotated slowly to face away from him.

“Granit, would you provide an arm for her to fold over? Laake, please hold her just above the elbows and keep her back bowed so this pretty ass turns up.” He patted her backside making the plug in her ass wiggle.

The males stepped into place, bending her at the waist and pulling her torso out long, parallel with the floor.

Damon made a rumbling sound of approval. “Perfect, little flower. Absolutely perfect.”

He swung the strap and it struck her across the buttocks. If it weren’t for the other two males holding her in place she would’ve stumbled or lurched forward onto her face. She realized now that Damon had been holding back with his earlier strokes. This one vecking stung!

“Ouch!” she yelled. Anger replaced her earlier submission.

“I know, love.” He delivered another stroke, just below the plug in her ass.

She shrieked, rising up to her toes in an effort to escape it. “Ow, ow, ow. That hurt. You’re hurting me.”

Damon laughed, but he stroked a soothing hand over her flank, tracing a slow circle over her twitching flesh. “Yes, little flower. This will be the hard part.”

“H-how many?” She wanted to know. Wanted to count them and know when it would end.

“As many as I decide you need, Eslyn.”

Her stomach knotted and she tensed when he removed his hand. The strap swung again. Another line of fire. And another.

She gasped and choked.

He picked up speed, spanking her faster with the narrow strap.

“No! No more. Please,” she begged.

He smarted her ass and the backs of her thighs relentlessly until all the stress of her new situation rose up and choked her. Tears stung her eyes.

“Enough, Damon, she’s crying,” Laake snapped.

“She needs it. You saw her in the Great Hall—how badly she felt. It will help her release the guilt.”

He was right. Every grief, every stress, every regret of her life seemed to be stuck in a ball in the center of her chest, clawing to get out.

“Release her.” Granit’s deep voice cut across them both.

Laake let go of her elbows and he pulled her upright.

“I’ll do it,” Granit said.

She had no idea what I’ll do it meant, but the giant warrior hooked a hand around her elbow and pulled her to the settee. He sat down and tumbled her across his lap, her throbbing ass upturned in a new way.

Before she had time to understand, his huge hand clapped down on her bottom.

“Ugh.”

He didn’t stop. He spanked her hard and fast, slapping one cheek then the other. The plug bounced in her ass, making her anus contract around the neck.