“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I know,” Jago said. “I can see it in your eyes. But we can’t let you believe there aren’t consequences. What if this was back on your world? Do you let people off when they say sorry?”
She shook her head. “But they lessen the punishment.” She lowered her head, hoping the suggestion might help her.
Kriss snorted. “Weak humans.”
Jago growled softly in the back of his throat. “I think she has a point, Kriss. We should learn from their ways too.”
“How do you wish to proceed?” Kriss asked.
“Shayla, lie on your back.”
She hesitated. She’d expected to go over Kriss’s knee again, or bend over something. Jago patted the crown of her head.
“Now, please.” He had added a sharper edge to his tone.
She moved, lying on her back among the soft cushions. Perhaps no spanking this time. What a relief...
“Legs up and over.” Jago tapped one of her thighs.
“You mean...” She gulped. Bottom up, knees by her shoulders and legs slightly parted—a vulnerable pose. Embarrassing, too.
She sniffed, hoping it might weaken their resolve. No chance. Kriss took up position on one side, holding a leg, and Jago the other limb. With one hand free to spank, the other pinning her legs apart, they had every advantage they needed.
“Touch yourself,” Kriss commanded.
She froze. There was excitement down there, between her thighs, tucked away, but to acknowledge it was hard. She wanted the spanking over, the pain dealt with and the humiliation forgotten. Instead, she was supposed to dig down and find an orgasm in the midst of this ridiculous situation.
An angry Shayla would have folded her arms across her chest and glared. But she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t afraid either. She was... in awe. Great gods, she was aroused by the spectacle of two hunks of masculinity, knelt on either side of her, fingers ringing her ankles and their eyes on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Their cocks had risen, longer than ever, it seemed. The swollen smooth helmets proudly upright by their navels.
She closed her eyes, licked her dry lips, and slowly lowered one of her arms, allowing her fingertips to trail down her cleavage, across the plateau of her stomach and over the bare mound of her pubis. She slotted two fingers between her wet folds and inhaled, bracing herself.
Simultaneously, two hands walloped an ass cheek. The sting was immediate, the burn intensified in its wake. She screwed her face in an attempt not to cry out.
She exhaled. She opened her eyes. Both men were staring intently at the hand between her legs, waiting for her to move it. Jago pursed his lips.
“Maybe we should just spank her until—”
Shayla started to circle her clit with the tip of her forefinger, spiraling it closer to the core.
“It’s growing, look,” Kriss said.
“Why didn’t they give droids clitorises like that,” Jago said. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yes.” Kriss sighed. “Let’s give her three more, then see if it comes.”
It? She wasn’t a bloody it. She stopped moving her hand.
Jago smiled. “I think he meant your clitoris, Shayla. It’s up to you. Keep going while we spank you. It’s what we want.”
And that was what she was supposed to be there for—their wants, their needs. She was protecting Earth from a terrible foe by doing this, a concept drummed into her time and time again back home.
She gritted her teeth and rubbed harder. The next spank, two parallel smacks, scorched her bottom. Yet, there was something yearning inside of her; she wasn’t fighting it. She arched her back and relaxed her legs, allowing the nestors to take the weight of her heavy limbs. As they spanked, she focused her mind on the epicenter of the tiny spark of pleasure while around it, the pain blazed.
“Yes, yes,” she panted, agitating the nub with frisky fingers. Her other hand grabbed the corner of a cushion and she crushed it into her fist.
The double spanking had its impact. She cried out with the last pair, blinked away the tears. Her stinging ass was wretchedly painful. The energy unleashed took her by surprise. She writhed and tossed her head from side to side. The muscles of her busy hand ached. She wanted more than anything else than to come and scream the place down when she did.