“I get it,” she said through gritted teeth.
Mason placed the objects on the table. “I’m watching through that mirror. It’s two-way. I can see everything you do and hear you, too. You can do this, Jade.”
He walked through the adjoining door, disappearing out of sight, but she knew he was there, watching her every move.
She would have to squat over the mirror with shaking legs. It seemed an impossible task. A few hours ago, she was on her little ship and happy, and even if the droning computer annoyed her, she had a sense of purpose to her life. Her capture had shattered that dream. Once the others heard of her miserable failure, she’d not be entrusted with such a precious cargo again. However, she might stand a chance of escape by gaining Mason’s trust and that meant going through with the cavity search.
The device, which was longer than she expected and as thick as her thumb, should easily slide inside her pussy, especially with a dab of lubricant to ease its passage. Holding the bottle, she squeezed out the oil along the length of the shiny metal. Somewhere inside the probe was a sensor relaying information to the onboard computer. The shaking of her hands worsened, and the smooth surface of the probe nearly slipped through her fingers.
“Crouch over the mirror, Jade.” Mason spoke through the intercom.
She bent her knees in slow motion, achingly slow. Even if Mason wasn’t in the room with her, he was witnessing it from his viewpoint. She hovered, the soles of her feet flattened onto the mirror—did Mason usually stand next to his prisoner and see the reflection? She didn’t look down. The idea of watching her own base examination was galling. Lowering herself, she attempted to squat and keep her balance. Somehow, she had to stay in position, insert the probe, and hold still—for how long?
Jade froze, unable to carry out his instructions.
What exactly was he going to do if she refused? Punish her? With what? How bad could it get if she denied him his peepshow?
Jade stretched her legs and rose. She placed the device on the table and squared off her shoulders. With her lips firmly pressed together, she waited for him to charge into the room.
“Jade. Are you refusing to do this?”
“I am,” she replied. “It’s just too damn humiliating. What do you expect?”
“I expect your compliance. I demand it as your captor. This is your last chance to comply or else I’ll bend you over the table and spank your ass for disobeying me. If you cooperate after that, I might forgo the stupefaction while I do the cavity search myself. I can promise you it will be extensive and thorough.” The intercom clicked off.
Jade stared in disbelief at the mirror. Spank her! The man was a degenerate or something. What planet did he come from—not hers, that was certain. He had to be calling her bluff.
She guffawed. “Spank me then, if that is how you do things.”
The door buzzed and in walked a calm Mason, his eyes darkening under the brigh
t lights. “Under the authority invested in me by the Federation, I deem you to be subversive. So, kindly bend over the table for your punishment.”
She blinked, several times. A rush of adrenaline had struck her belly so hard, it had created a twist of nervous knots. He had the look of a determined man. If he wasn’t hell-bent on spanking her, she might come to like the expression.
“I didn’t mean,” she started to say, trying to think of a suitable retraction. No amount of arguing would dissuade him, she guessed. “I mean, it’s all a misunderstanding. If you have to search me, please don’t drug me first.”
“I won’t, but only if you show me some faith by bending over. A few hard swats on your ass will teach you my word is sacrosanct on this ship. I might be the sole member of the crew, but I am the captain and take full jurisdiction over you as my captive.” He pointed at the padded table. “Over. Now.”
Jade crept on tiptoes, trying hard to make her butt as small as possible by clenching her ass cheeks together. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the surface and buried her face in her hands.
“Right down.” He nudged her forward, ensuring her nose touched the table and her breasts were flattened, too. He left one hand weighing her down, placing it on the lowest part of her spine, right where it curved into her lobes.
With her eyes squeezed shut, she tensed. The smack swiped upward, stinging instantly. She winced, and immediately Mason cracked his palm against her other cheek. A searing heat erupted in the wake of his blow.
“Ow,” she hollered.
Mason snorted. “This wouldn’t be necessary if you did as you were told. Now, unfortunately, I’m having to humble you with this punishment. Consider that!” He added another two smacks in rapid succession and she drummed her feet on the floor in response. His hand had to be made of steel.
“I am, you bast…” She cut the expletive short, realizing it would do her no favors. He was right, of course, dammit. She had moved from one demeaning situation into another one. And, it wasn’t going to end there. A few inches from her nose lay the probe. “All right, all right. I’ll do it. You can poke away, I don’t care.” She sniveled. Tears might not be falling, but her pride was badly damaged.
Mason had unleashed a flurry of hard slaps as she spoke. However, the final swats of his firm hand were less intense than the first dozen or so.
“I’ll let you get your breath back,” he said, removing his pinning hand. She’d not noticed how much force he applied to keep her still—some, no doubt given her need to wriggle. “But stay in position. In a minute, you’ll spread your legs wider. If you argue with me, then another dozen spanks for disobedience. Do I make myself clear, Jade?”
“Yes. Sir.” She flopped down, exhausted by the spanking and her capitulation.
“Good.” To her surprise, he stroked his hand down her back and patted her shoulder. “That’s more like it. I’m really pleased I don’t have to inject you. I’d hate to have to examine you under those circumstances.”