“When I give you an order, you obey it,” he said. “That’s how you avoid this again. Remember that. And hold still!” He punctuated those last two words with swifter slaps that seemed to make it completely impossible for her to be still at all. “Do you understand?”
“Yes!” She wailed the word at the top of her lungs in a way that made him fairly certain she would say yes to absolutely anything in this moment. Her pajama bottoms were working their way down her legs with every thrashing motion she indulged in. He was beginning to catch glimpses of more than her ass. When her legs splayed and her hips bucked, he saw a golden down covering the soft intersection of her thighs, a mound made of two delicious lips that were beginning to bead with feminine dew. It was a near hypnotic sight, one that made his hand stray too close to that region on the next slap and catch her precariously close to her sex.
“Ohmnngggg!” The sound she made was quite different from the ones that had come before it. He was not overly familiar with the guttural emanations of humans, but instinct told him that there was a different energy with that moan. A carnal one. One that evoked a response in him that required rigid control to suppress.
It was not right for a superior officer to give into any impulse to lechery or biological curiosity. Atlas had never encountered human female sex organs this closely. In his native region of space, humans were rare and those who were present were not taking their pants off. His posting to Audacity was the first time he had interacted with so many of the species. For the most part they shared a philosophy and discipline he could relate to. The Authority did an excellent job of educating those who came through its facilities. Usually.
Something had changed. With that single slap, the mood had been altered. He noticed that Ensign Tessil was spreading her legs wider now, and when his palm landed she was more arched than she had been before. She was accepting the spanking, finally. Her cries were less plaintive and more muffled. She was stuffing her hand into her mouth to stop them from emerging in such an undisciplined manner. Atlas was very pleased.
Jerri was going to fucking come.
Her clit was being rubbed against his thigh, and the uniform material was not enough to pad the rougher ridges of his skin, so every time he spanked her, she felt her sensitive pussy being rubbed against ridges that seemed to be designed by nature for her pleasure.
The spanking had hurt like hell to start with, but the longer it went on, the more her fear abated. She’d been scared shitless of what the ruthless Kitari commander would do to her, but she was starting to think she was not in any real danger.
His palm landed again, hot rough skin against her tender ass. Her hips made an involuntary motion that made her grind against his leg. She knew she must be leaving a wet spot on the matte blue of his pants, a realization that brought fresh shame and subsequently even more twisted excitement flashing inside her. Jerri liked to be wrong. She adored being a reprobate. Now, being punished and finding an unexpected pleasure in it, she felt as subversive as she ever had.
She held her breath and tried not to give anything away. Atlas would be so angry if he knew she was enjoying this even a little. Jerri would never have made it as far as she had if she weren’t capable of finding pleasure in pain, or taking simple joy in being a brat. He didn’t know that, and it was essential that he never found out.
He was still spanking her. Still thinking that he was punishing her, teaching her a lesson. It took all her effort to hide her true reaction to the treatment, especially as she came closer and closer to the kind of climax she rarely experienced. Masturbation was enjoyable, of course, and since Taylor got jealous of any male who came near her and would cause all kinds of problems for her, she wasn’t getting laid. That meant this was the first time in over a year she was coming with help from a human being. Wait, alien. There was nothing human about Atlas. He was a Kitari. Which made this even more twisted. As much as the Authority liked the idea of alliances between alien species, it was still very rare for any kind of coupling between species to happen. It was considered sick and wrong. It was an unspoken law that the only relationships tolerated by authorities were the ones that could result in more soldiers and crew for the Authority’s ships. In short: nobody would approve of her wanting to fuck Atlas. And probably nobody would disapprove of this burgeoning attraction flowing on the back of this intense experience of pleasure-pain more than Atlas himself.