There is a universe of perversions to unleash on this female, who evolution has decided to make soft, and tender, and more than anything, available to the conquering male. She has little to no defenses against me. I could do absolutely anything to her and she would be unable to stop me. I could ravage her roughly, and I think one day I will. But for now, I show restraint. I cannot discipline her if I have no discipline myself. There will be a time to mate her, and that time is coming soon. Very, very soon.
“Do you understand that I intend to be obeyed?”
“Mnyess!” she replies with a breathy moan.
I can tell from the way she is squirming and writhing that she is caught between two impulses, two sets of nervous implications. I could pleasure her with my discipline. I believe I may already have done. But there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. It would be easy to make her scream and beg. But this is her first punishment, a warning which carries a promissory sting. This is my realm, and my rule is absolute. It may only be the two of us in sentient existence, but I intend to rule over her with the same intensity I commanded legions.
The way she bends to me belies the true strength of this woman. It may seem as though she intends to put up little or no resistance, but I know better. This is not a girl who can be broken with a quick spanking and a stern lecture. This is a woman who must be claimed and tamed.
I release her just before the bloom of pink and red darkens to a harsher hue. I can imagine the incredible effects tools other than my palms would have on her in my mind’s eye, and I have no doubt she will give me occasion to use them.
She is the perfect canvas for punishment. Her rebellious temperament, reflected in the fiery curls of her hair, and the ample swell of her ass, is a flawless foil for my dominance.
I let her up, perhaps earlier than I should. Maybe knowing that this mercy will be interpreted as a form of weakness and lead to another act of disobedience. Whatever might be in my mind, it is ultimately up to her to decide how she behaves. I have made my position clear.
She sits up and looks at me with eyes that hold a brightness that would not be there if she had been entirely chastised. I have left her with far too much of the naughtiness which brought her to this cursed land. Perhaps I have done her a disservice already. If I thrashed her, the whining voices would claim that I was cruel. This may be even more cruel, to let her think that my punishments are gentle and tender and above all, fair.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Angry? No. I anticipated your disobedience the moment I saw you cowering in the bushes. I know you will test me. But you need to know that what I just did to you was a mere taste of what will be served if you disobey me again. Or rather, when you disobey me again.”
* * *
Kristine
How does he know me this well this soon? It’s like he can look inside me. Or maybe I just wear my lack of fucks on my sleeve. Not that I’m wearing any sleeves. I’m still naked aside from my bra.
“You are beginning your second day,” he tells me. “Understand this, Kristine. Every day here is harder and harsher than the one before it.”
“Well, that’s depressing.”
“Not at all. It is the truth. This is a world in which your survival, and mine, are not guaranteed. There are no safeguards here. No places to get medical treatment if we fall ill. We feed ourselves from our own labors, or we die. Nobody cares if we think that’s unfair.”
“I didn’t say…”
“I have some knowledge of where you come from, and the entitlements you bring with you. Know this. In this realm, you are owed nothing.”
I don’t know what he’s trying to get at. I didn’t ask for anything. Did I?
“So. What now?”
That feels like the right question to ask. It feels like the only question to ask.
“Now we set about doubling our food supplies. My gardens have been growing well, but we will need more food if there is a winter season yet to come. There’s been a chill in the air lately in the mornings, and the days have grown shorter. I do not know what cold might come, but I sense it will be a challenge.”
I haven’t had to worry about winter in a long time, maybe ever. But he’s right.
“We could hunt some dinosaurs and eat them,” I suggest. “They would be good eating. Also, I think they’re like, cold blooded, so there probably aren’t very cold winters, or they’d all…”