Claimed by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 6)

“You deserve every vecking spank I’m about to lay on your pretty ass,” he retorts. “And more. Consider yo

urself lucky that I’m a lenient master.”

With that, he brings the strap down across my ass cheeks.

“Ouch.” I gasp. It’s hard, fierce, like a line of bee stings. “That hurts.”

“Yes.” He does it again.

I dance from foot to foot. This isn’t nearly so sexy as when he slapped with his hand. “Tarek, I said ouch.”

He spanks again, right at my sit spots, and I pull hard to get away, but his other arm—the one not spanking me, is like iron. He holds me in place. “Let's discuss why I’m doing this.” He spanks again, in the same spot.

Being naked, him spanking me, is an incredible turn on but it hurts more than I expected. “But it hurts more than last time!” I struggle again, in vain.

“As it should, because your behavior,” he spanks me again, “has degraded. First, when we are in formal training, you are to treat me with the respect due to a commanding officer. You do not grab me or demand results.”

He drops the strap and uses his hand to land a flurry of spanks across both cheeks. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.” But I think about the expression on his face when I hung off his arm, shocked and surprised—and pleased—and angry all at once, and I’m pretty sure I’m lying. Because if I can get that kind of personal reaction I’d do it over and over again.

“You also brought a young into the dome without permission.” He continues spanking with his hand. I’m grateful for this, although his hand is barely less punishing than the strap. Maybe it’s worse… but I love the feel of his palm on my skin, even if he’s reddening my ass with each brief contact.

“But you said it was okay.” I stamp my feet at the burn that’s beginning to rise up on my body.

“After the fact. It’s disrespectful to make that kind of decision without permission, not just to me, but to the captain and any other trainees. And potentially dangerous for the young, as well.”

Now he sounds serious. And I have a twinge of genuine remorse. He’s right. A training dome is no place for a young, not ordinarily.

“There could have been dangerous equipment around. He could have hurt himself. Or damaged important things. Domes are not child-proofed, Zina. You know that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“The strap again, and here comes your fifteen.”

“But you already did…”

“Now it’s twenty. Quiet.”

“But I…”

“Twenty-one.”

I bite back my retort. As hot as it might be in theory, when he’s making demands, I get angry and defensive.

He raises his arm. “One.”

The strap comes down hard. I cry out and squirm.

“Stop fighting me and lift up your ass for the next one. And say, thank you.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Too bad.” The strap stings my ass again and again. “These don’t count until I hear a genuine response, Zina.”

“Thank you!” I cry out, as my entire ass throbs. Stick my hips up. “Here, I did it.”

“Was that so hard?” He chuckles. “This will be hard, though.”