In the gloom of the interior, she located a man seated against the wall and over his lap was a naked woman, squawking and panting. He was spanking her hard without pausing between smacks. The red-faced woman held position while he spoke to her, repeating a few phrases, which he punctuated with his hand. When she shook her head in disagreement, he smacked her harder.
Jade was transfixed. This could be her—bent over Mason’s lap, her bottom turned red by his spanking hand. She expected to feel embarrassed on behalf of the other woman, instead she felt guilty, because she envied her. How could that be right? Watching gave her such a huge turn-on and she squished her thighs together, trying to quell the arousal.
“Now, that is something special, don’t you think, sweetheart,” Mason growled in her ear. “Seems like the people in these parts believe in disciplining their women, too.” He nipped her earlobe with his lips. “There’s a rift between us, you know it’s there, I can see it in your face. You want to know if I still love you.”
She said nothing, too ashamed to admit he was right.
He lifted her chin up with the tip of his finger. “I love you more than ever,” he said. “What is it you want from me?”
She didn’t understand his question, because all she wanted was his love and to return it in kind. The man had stopped spanking his woman and the two of them were engaged in other activities. Jade’s jealous grew at the sight of their intimacy, the way the man rubbed the woman’s bottom and fingered her pussy, drawing out her orgasm with practiced ease.
“Your forgiveness,” Jade said, turning back to face Mason.
“You have that,” he said firmly. “What else?”
“Your respect.”
“Sweetheart, you know I respect you.”
“Then, I want… I need your protection. Do you still care for me? I mean,” she lowered her voice, as if they could understand her words, “won’t you punish me ever again if I’m naughty or disobedient?”
He cupped her face in his hands and briefly pressed his lips onto hers. “I don’t want to punish you ever again. But, I will if I have to. There is a difference between wanting and needing, Jade. I don’t want to, but you need my firm hand to keep you safe. I asked you to go to Novador because it was the safest option. What other traps could you have fallen into, what if the natives were aggressive or the bounty hunters close by? Eh?”
“If I’d obeyed your command to hand myself in, then you would be still here in a hole and I would be facing punishment at the hands of the Federation. I’d rather have yours. I want you to punish me, sir.” She lay her hand on her breast, feeling her heartbeats thump beneath. She’d said it, words she’d not believed would ever be uttered, a request that she’d never conceived as possible.
“Then I will punish you here and now. As I said earlier, I will reclaim you as mine and this will wipe away any doubts you might have about my love. Take off your clothes,” he said sternly.
She hadn’t expected him to mean there and then, not in front of other people. On the Titan she would have responded instantly. Amongst strangers she hesitated. Mason raised his eyebrows higher and stared directly at her. He meant it. No amount of sass or sweet talking was going to change his mind.
Removing her clothes, she tried to make herself as small as possible. It wasn’t as if she was underdressed; her skimpy vest and shorts were far more than what the other women were wearing.
Mason continued to eyeball her expectantly and a flush of heat hit her face as she lay across his lap. He’d positioned himself against the wall of the hut, giving them a little more space. The light of the torches didn’t quite stretch to reach them, but it didn’t matter; even in the dimness she was visible to everyone. No amount of preparation would have helped with either the shame or sense of vulnerability. She burrowed her head in her hands and waited for the gasps and snickers, some kind of humiliating response from their audience.
Nothing. She peeked between her fingers and if she expected numerous eyes to be centered on her, she was mistaken. They continued with the quiet conversations, muted acts of sex or cuddling. It was as if she and Mason weren’t even there. What was wrong with these people? Weren’t they embarrassed or upset at their behavior?
Mason cupped an ass cheek and gave it a light squeeze. She jolted, remembering why she was over his knees in the first place. She’d asked for this. If she didn’t start relaxing, it would hurt like crazy.
“Please,” she pleaded, peering over her shoulder. “Just a moment.”
“Sure, sweetheart. I’m in no rush.” Mason smiled and patted her back. “This ass is getting spanked one way or the other.”
Jade counted down from ten, breathing in and out in time to the numbers. It almost worked. Why couldn’t he wait for them to be back on Titan, or at least in the privacy of the other hut where they’d stored their possessions?
“Okay,” she whispered.
He warmed her bottom first, kissing her ass cheeks one at a time with glancing swats. Slowly he built the pace and force until the smacks were obvious to anyone in the room. Jade whimpered and squirmed, requiring Mason to hold her tight about the waist. Resisting never helped, but she couldn’t stop herself. If only they were alone.
She lifted her head and glanced around the room. Again there were no ridiculing expressions; if anything there was a lack of interest, or perhaps it was exactly that. Maybe what she and Mason were doing was so ordinary it wasn’t anything special.
Jade groaned. How stupid of her to make false assumptions! She’d looked at the situation through her eyes, not theirs. These people had never been off world or traveled to the furthest places. They’d probably only seen their jungle and met other natives. She and Mason had landed in the midst of a community that mirrored their own relationship—loving discipline and plenty of spankings. They didn’t react to her punishment because it wasn’t different or unusual.
The revelation brought about a change in her demeanor. She ceased worrying about what others were thinking and focused on what she should have done from the beginning—Mason and his firm hand.
“Good, that’s better,” he remarked, as if he’d read her mind. More likely, he’d seen the shift in her body, the way she parted her legs and stopped tensing her thighs. She bore each slap with fortitude, but the tears were welling in her eyes and her lips trembled. The heat in her ass was now a fire, her bottom was ablaze. He made no attempt to alleviate the discomfort with soothing rubs.
“Oh, oh, ow!” she squealed.
“This, young lady, is for taking risks. Putting yourself in danger.” He rattled off another battalion of spanks. “Don’t underestimate how important you are to me.”