Every time I try to shift my weight, he just presses down a little more firmly; showing me who’s boss without having to utter a word.
And the worst part? Despite the pain, and the humiliation, and the sense of powerlessness…
…I’m not entirely hating this experience.
I try not to let myself feel it, but I can’t stop. My body is reacting to the power and presence of this dominant, remorseless warrior. I hate myself for my body’s treacherous reaction, and I desperately try to force myself not to think of how strong and powerful Vinicus is…
…how small and helpless I am…
…but I can’t.
I feel like a toy – knowing that Vinicus could do anything he wanted to me. So could Captain Aelon, or any of the hundred men in this room. Any of them could take me – or all of them could.
I shudder at that though.
After ten spanks – ten cracks of Vinicus’ huge, heavy palm on my cheeks – I suddenly can’t hold back anymore.
Tears spring in my eyes. This hasn’t been a light, gentle spanking. This is full-on discipline. Despite the ways in which my body is betraying me, Vinicus doesn’t want me to enjoy this – not one bit.
Heat is welling up across my ass. It’s like my cheeks are on fire.
Traitorously, my nipples harden.
No! This can’t be turning me on!
The experience of being held down so tightly by the massive, brutal warrior – disciplined so effortlessly in his powerful arms – is making my body react in a way that shames me more deeply than the hundred pairs of hungry eyes watching me ever could.
As my nipples harden and butterflies churn in my stomach, I wish I could just disappear…
But Vinicus is relentless. He doesn’t give me a second to rest – his hand coming down against my ass again and again, like he’s a robot. My only respite is how he alternates from my right cheek to my left; like he’s playing a brutal rhythm on soft, giving and pliant drum.
Then, his breath catches – harsh and raw.
It’s an almost imperceptible shift – I don’t think anybody else in the mess hall would detect it, and I only did because I’m splayed out across Vinicus’s lap – but the reaction makes me suddenly realize that Vinicus isn’t a robot after all.
I gasp now – and not because of the pain of this brutal spanking. Vinicus’s combat pants might be made of a thick, armored material – meant to stop the slashes and stabs of Scorp claws – but even they can’t hide the bulge of that hard rod stiffening beneath my belly.
Fuck! His cock is rearing up – pressing against me like a thick, fleshy dagger. I mean, it must be his cock – it couldn’t be anything else – but it feels like a fucking tree truck as it prods against my bare belly. It’s too fucking big to be real!
Within seconds, Vinicus is rock-hard – and he stays that was as he continues to discipline me, growling like a beast as he brings his hand down against my ass again and again.
I squeeze shut my eyes, feeling hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
I resolve that I’ll take everything that Vinicus metes out to me. I will not give him the satisfaction of breaking me. I won’t beg for Vinicus to stop. I won’t plead with Captain Aelon to call off my punishment.
I’ll handle the pain like a captain should – and then I’ll limp out of this room with my head held high.
At least, that’s what I think…
…up until the twentieth spank lands.
The crack echoes across the room. By now, I’m really struggling with the pain. My body can’t help it. I know there’s no chance of escape, but I still try relentlessly to wriggle free. I can’t, though. Vinicus has me pinned into his lap as if his hand and arm are branches of a massive, ancient oak tree.
Gods! My ass is on fire – and even more treacherously, my pussy is now tingling with a desperate heat. Some part of me, deep down inside – where I’ve never dared to look before – has been aching to be treated like this.
Gods… Could that be true? Is this something I’ve always secretly wanted? Say it isn’t so!
As I gasp and squirm, I open my tear-filled eyes and see Captain Aelon looking down at me hungrily. His own eyes are as wide as that holographic projection of the moon was – as if he’s entranced by the sight he’s witnessing.
Beneath my belly, Vinicus’s cock surges and presses more and more firmly against me. Both Aurelians take a huge, deep breath in at the same time – as if they share a body and a mind – and I suddenly hope that one of the rumors Sawoot had told about Aurelians was wrong…
…that Aurelians can taste the scent of arousal from a woman.
That would be even worse than the indignity of being punished in public. If these Aurelians knew that some part of me is enjoying this humiliating punishment, I don’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself.
Vinicus slaps his hand down against my ass again – harder this time, delivering a swift, harsh spank as if he’s angry that I’m getting turned on. It makes me jolt in his firm grasp – and a whimper escapes my lips no matter how hard I try to swallow it back down.
Vinicus is grunting like a beast with every spank now, his cock rock hard beneath me; pressing against my belly as he pins me tightly across his thighs.
Then, suddenly, he stops – gasping for breath, raw and ragged.
Oh, fuck! I suddenly realize that if he’s not careful, Vinicus is going to
