Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

“Of course. Disobedient slaves don’t get the luxury of a warm-up through their clothing,” Benn agrees. “It’s a better lesson if it stings from the start.”

“Please. I’m sorry, Masters.” Danica twists to look up at us. “You don’t need to.” I get the sense it’s what she’s learned to say when she’s in trouble.

“So you’re sorry you almost got all three—four—of us, killed?” My anger rises up again.

She nods and then sort of sinks down onto my thighs, her body limp, her head to the side. All I can see is that glorious pale hair, all soft and flowing, smelling fresh after her wash.

I swallow. “So it would seem that we do need to, Danica. To remind you who’s in charge, and punish you for causing such trouble.” Without thinking, I grab a fistful of her hair and tug, forcing her to look at me.

Her eyes are wide, and she seems uncertain, but not terrified. Good. I don’t want her petrified—just respectful. She licks her lips and immediately my cock reacts. The desire I feel courses through me, fierce, and I wind my fingers further in her gleaming locks. “Don’t you agree?” I continue, but now my voice is lower, and I know she can feel how hard I am under her body by the way she wiggles and gasps.

I let go of her hair and stroke it once. Veck, how can it be so soft? Then I pull up her skirt and tug down her panties, reaching over to slide them down her calves and off her body. “Naked, as we discussed. And going forward, all of your punishments will be on the bare. And you’ll remember that. Next time we tell you that you’re getting a spanking, you’re going to remove your panties before getting over my lap, without being asked, or I’ll double the spanking. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispers.

“Yes, Master, what?” I persist, laying one hand on her soft skin.

She flinches, then relaxes into my touch. I stroke along her buttocks, focusing on the place at the base of her thighs.

“Yes, I’ll…if you say you’re going to spank, me, I’ll take off my panties immediately.”

“No matter where we are,” I persist. “Or who else is around. All that matters is your obedience.”

“Yes, Master,” she breathes.

“Why will you take them off?” I bend down to talk closer to her ear. I can see the pulse beating in her neck.

“Because…naughty slaves deserve to be spanked naked,” she says, and there’s a little catch in her voice. She relaxes her thighs, and I see a glimmer of moisture between them. Veck, she’s already aroused! Part of me wants to forget all about the punishment and bury myself in her tight pussy. But then I think about how narrowly we escaped, and I strengthen my resolve.

I raise my hand and slap her left ass cheek. Once, again, again. She flinches and makes a small oh of surprise, and my cock hardens at the flush of red on her white skin. “Stop,” she begs.

“Don’t ask me to stop,” I warn her. “Because we’re going to spank until we feel you’ve been sufficiently punished.”

“If she asks us to stop again,” Benn suggests, “we might need to supplement the punishment with a strap or paddle.”

“Mmm.” I rain a flurry of spanks on her ass. “Excellent idea. She needs to learn to take what she’s given, and accept that, as her masters, the two of us control her body. In pleasure and pain both.”

Danica sucks in her breath. “That won’t be necessary, Masters.”

“Then control yourself,” suggests Benn.

I spank her other cheek, a little harder, and she wiggles on my lap.

“Ow,” she whispers.

“Oh, love, you’re going to dance on my lap before I’m done,” I promise, and start spanking faster, each slap leaving a ruddy mark on her soft skin.

Before long, she’s shifting and making little whimpers, but I’m pleased that she doesn’t ask us to stop. I know she wants to; this must sting quite a bit, and her ass is turning the most gorgeous shade of deep pink. Almost red. Her resolve fascinates me.

But what intrigues me even more is her growing arousal. I take a break to let her catch he

r breath, because she’s twisting and tugging and panting on my lap. Without meaning to, I slide my fingers between her thighs and she opens them wider for me. Veck, she’s wet. Our little human likes this! I groan, driving two fingers deep into her tight passage. Her warm, wet body nearly undoes me. All I can think about is tossing her onto the covers and starting with my tongue, tasting that honey before vecking her hard and fast. But she needs to learn her lesson first.

“Your turn,” I snap to Benn. “I’ve warmed her up. Now you can start the official punishment.”

Benn and I both know well that this was far more than a warm-up…but Danica won’t. And it might do her some good to worry—make her respect our authority.

“Glad to take over,” Benn says smoothly, and we flip Danica so she faces the other way, her hips now across Benn’s lap. “She’s a delightful shade of red, Gorde. Nicely done.”