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Rebellion (Alien Authority 1)

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“Get back here!” He snapped the order and grabbed another table, hurling that to the side as well. The secondary mess hall had twelve tables. All of them ended up in a pile at the corner of the room by the time they were done with their little game. Atlas’s gaze was locked on the prime rear of the disobedient human ensign. He wanted nothing more than to feel his palm meet those cheeks. It would be the most satisfying thing that happened all month. All year, perhaps.

“Okay,” she said, lifting her hands. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again, I promise.”

“You’re right. You won’t.” He was going to make very sure she wouldn’t.

The worst part of the entire situation was that he was beginning to find her sheer tenacity at attempting to get out of this somewhat charming. Atlas always admired dedication of that kind. It would have been so much easier, quicker, and less painful for her to simply take the three lashes he had intended for her in the first place, but now it was going to have to be much, much worse.

“For every minute you spend trying to evade this, I am adding an extra minute of punishment.”

Her eyes widened. He watched as she attempted to do the math as to how long she’d been drawing this out.

“You are a commissioned officer on an Authority Alliance starship. You are not a little girl who needs to be chased down for her spanking.”

“Why not both?” She mumbled the question not quite under her breath.

He heard her, and privately agreed. She certainly seemed to be both. It was time this standoff ended. There was no cover left in the room. She had to come to him or be caught.

He lifted his hand and crooked a finger.

“No,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I wish I could, but I can’t…”

Atlas put them both out of their misery by lunging for her. She tried to run again, but he’d seen her move a dozen times already and he knew which way she was going to leap. He grabbed hold of one arm and then the other, drawing her back toward him. She was a kicking, flailing mess, her face pink with embarrassment and fear. She was quite a short human, perhaps around five and a half feet in total. Her curves were fairly abundant, though not so generous she was unable to escape a Kitari officer at short notice. She was certainly well built enough to take a damn good thrashing.

He dragged a chair out from the table too, and sat on it, tossing Ensign Tessil over his lap. It was not protocol to put an officer over one’s knee. They were supposed to support themselves for their punishments, but Atlas knew if he let her go she’d run again and he’d be forced to give chase. This little human needed close handling. He kept her clamped over his thighs with one arm wrapped around her waist, the other palming her rear.

“You could have avoided all of this if you had only obeyed in the first place. Remember that while you’re suffering this punishment.”

With that, he pushed down the pajama shorts and underwear covering her ass and began to spank her. Hard. He made certain to cover as much of both cheeks as possible, as low as possible, occasionally catching the top of her thighs. She yowled and cried from the very first slap. He had some sympathy for that. This had to hurt. She should have been whipped into shape as a cadet, but somehow she’d managed to avoid all the necessary discipline that shaped an officer. Now she was going to endure it in a much more intense way.

Her rear was very spankable. That word had not existed in his vocabulary before. It came into existence just as his textured palm met her very soft cheeks. Making contact with her flesh gave him a sense of immediate satisfaction. After chasing her halfway around the Audacity in order to do this, not to mention hurling furniture around, this was an eminently enjoyable experience.

He repeated the treatment time and time again, every slap turning her flesh a deeper pink and then red. Ensign Tessil responded as might be expected, by whining and squirming, making little sounds of complaint and moving around so much it was difficult to lock her rear as a static target.

“Stay still and take your spanking.”

“How am I supposed to stay still when you keep hitting me? It’s impossible!”

“It’s not impossible if you have the slightest bit of discipline,” he growled. “Hold yourself still. You have earned this through repeated disobedience.”

“I can’t!”

She wailed and moaned, her feet drumming against the floor as he intensified the spanking, swatting her cheeks over and over with a rapid beat. He was careful not to use too much force. He did not want to harm her in any way. He wanted to finally teach a lesson that should have been taught long ago before she became a cadet.


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