But this was the consequence of having gone her own way, of not giving a fuck, and of thinking that she’d get away with everything she wanted to on this alien planet. This was what she got for taunting Dominax, and terrorizing his merchants.
Katie looked out over the crowd, and tried to grasp for words.
“So, I guess, I’m really sorry about the whole stealing shit from you guys. I hope Dominax has paid you all back. It’s really all his fault for bringing me here…”
Dominax clapped a hand over her mouth and growled in her ear. “Punishment it is, brat.”
“No! Wait! I was totally going to apologize! I was just getting there…”
“You take nothing seriously,” Dominax growled. “You are an immature little pet, and you need to be punished. This isn’t for them anymore. It’s for you. You need this.”
“I so don’t need this! I don’t! I get it! I…”
Dominax turned to the crowd and raised his voice.
“My pet chose to flee my palace and run rogue through the city. Many of you suffered losses as a result of her actions. I trust that you will find this disciplinary display suitably satisfying.”
“Holy alliteration, batman,” Katie muttered under her breath.
Her smart mouth was rewarded with an instant sweep of the cane which caught her just under her left cheek and made her leap into the air with a plaintive yelp.
“Apologize, pet,” he instructed.
“Ow! That’s way too hard,” she complained, reaching back to feel the welt the cane had left burning across her sweet skin.
“It’s going to be a lot harder if you cannot obey me,” Dominax prompted sternly. “This is serious, pet. You are on display. If you cannot make a proper show of contrition, I will whip you until it comes naturally.”
“But…”
“Tell them you are sorry, and you accept the punishment meted out to you.”
“So, uhm… I’m sorry about your merchandise and stuff. And I hope you enjoy the show.”
“That’s not… this isn’t…” Dominax growled.
There was no expecting Katie to behave herself. She hadn't behaved herself for a single second of a single moment since he had met her. Why would she start now?
Dominax knew all too well that there was some risk in punishing her harshly. The last time he had truly whipped her, she had run away for three months. But she deserved everything she was going to get.
“Why? Why can you not behave yourself for a single second?”
Her eyes were honest as she turned to him with a little shrug, as if to say she couldn’t help herself.
“I love you,” he murmured in her ear. “And I am going to hurt you.”
He felt her tense, and then he heard her start stammering out apologies which weren't loud enough for the crowd to hear them. It was too late to appeal to her better nature, or her sense of self-preservation, let alone any remnants of conscience which might be rattling around in her skull. It was time to thrash her as she deserved to be thrashed, make an example of her to the merchants, and ensure that she was never able to create the same kind of chaos ever again.
Why hadn’t she just done as she was told and apologized? She had seconds to question her actions before Dominax grasped her by the hair, turned her over the arm of the throne, her legs spread over each side of it, displaying her ass and her pussy to all those in attendance. Exposed and shamed, all she could do was brace for pain.
It was not long in coming.
Dominax began caning her without further warning. She heard it cutting through the air with an intimidating swish, followed by a thud which didn’t hurt at all for a second — and then hurt worse than almost anything she’d ever felt in her life.
“Holy FUCK!” she screamed. “Dominax, you can’t fucking…OW!”
The cane made a second harsh contact with her ass, and she let out a sobbing gasp as spectacular pain burst through her. Dominax had promised a severe punishment, and he was delivering. There was not a part of her body which wasn’t contorted in response to the pain of the cane.
She had no idea how many times he was planning on caning her. She’d heard that six was a traditional number, but Dominax was pissed. He had warned her to take this seriously, but she hadn’t, because on some level she still didn’t give a flying fuck that she’d stolen from the merchants.
They did not share morality. They did not share any particular values at all, especially not mercy, apparently, as the cane landed across her ass for a third time, striping across the first two strokes, and leaving her squirming and begging for him to stop.
“Please! I get it! You guys aren’t into being stolen from! I’m sorry! I’ll apologize for everything! I fucking ruined your guard’s life too! I bribed him with a burger and he lost everything!”