I daintily try to sit, but it’s still impossible. My ass is on fire, and I return to all fours. I’m deeply self-conscious like this. Both Vinicus and Captain Aelon nearly cracked – descending into their fabled mating frenzy – and I hardly think kneeling in doggy position, bare-assed, is going to help with get their raging libido back under control.
But the two men seem to be clinging to their rational mind right now – and Captain Aelon sips his drink and turns to me, explaining: “I went easy on you because you asked nicely – it’s as simple as that.”
I blink in astonishment.
“That’s how it works on my ship,” a smug smile stretches across Aelon’s face “You behave, and you receive rewards.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than me – as if he isn’t quite so sure why he’d let up, either. I think he’s as disappointed in himself as I am.
As if to test that, Aelon asks:
“So, where did you get so good at faking it?”
I know he means faking the pain of being spanked – but that’s not what he implies, or how he says it. He’s suggesting I’ve been faking something else – but if the truth be told, I’m still so sexually inexperienced that I haven’t even had the opportunity to have an orgasm during sex – let alone experienced the need to fake one.
I’m already overloaded by shame and humiliation, so Aelon’s raunchy joke just annoys me. I don’t reply – instead just glaring angrily at the towering Captain.
If Aelon cares, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he simply downs his drink – then opens another cupboard beside the bar, from which he pulls out a bottle of liquid.
“Over my lap again,” he orders, crossing the room and sitting down next to me on the huge, oversized couch.
I kneel there, bare-assed, and snarl: “I’ve already taken my damn punishment!”
“Half,” he corrects me – and then I feel a surge of anxiety as I understand his implication.
He went easy on me – giving me fifty hard spanks, and fifty gentle ones. He’s making sure I’m aware that the balance of my punishment – fifty more hard spanks – is still left unpaid.
Aelon smiles as the color drains from my cheeks – and then he purrs: “Don’t worry – I’m not going to spank you again.” He pats his thigh – like somebody inviting a dog to sit on them. “Get over my lap and I can give you some relief.” Then, the towering Aurelian holds up the bottle he’d brought over. It’s some sort of cream – obviously a salve for my red, aching ass.
I’m desperate for some relief for my tormented backside – but I’m not sure if I’m this desperate. Being spanked in front of a crowd was one thing. This is way more intimate – and my body hasn’t cooled from the ardor of being punished by Vinicus and Aelon. Butterflies still churn in my stomach, my nipples are still hard, and I’m ashamed at how wet I feel between my thighs.
Vinicus and Iunia carry their drinks over to the couch, pulling up chairs and settling into them as if about to watch their favorite show on the holo-vids. I shiver at their eager gaze. The two looming Aurelians are waiting to see if I’ll refuse or accept Aelon’s command.
Of course, I want to refuse – but both my backside and my brain are demanding otherwise. Besides, what else could I do? Captain Aelon is being perfectly pleasant in his offer – and he did hold back when I begged him to spare me the last half of those brutal spanks.
Maybe he isn’t so sadistic after all…
“Fine,” I snap.
It’s not like I can sit on the sofa in this condition anyway - and laying across Aelon’s lap won’t be any more undignified than kneeling on all fours with my bare ass on display – like I’m inviting them to fuck me.
So, I climb over Captain Aelon’s huge thighs and lie across his lap. I feel as small and powerless as a kitten as I lay across his knees, and I shiver when I hear him squirt that cream into his palm…
…and then gently massage it into the red, burning skin of my freshly-spanked ass.
“Gentle!” I gasp out at first – but there’s an almost instant relief as the cream works its magic. I’m not sure what the substance is, but in seconds the throbbing burn in my cheeks lowers to a more manageable simmer.
My arousal, on the other hand, suddenly spikes.
Captain Aelon is rubbing that cream all over my bottom with his big, huge hand – the palm of which could easily cup either of my cheeks in it. His touch isn’t sexual, but it’s scandalously intimate – and each time he massages my cheeks, his huge fingers come dangerously close to the heat and wetness glistening between my thighs.
Fuck!
As if sensing how hot this is making me, Aelon’s finger grazes my pussy – so lightly that you might almost think it was an accident.
I don’t say anything – but I’m forced to hold back a hot, eager moan as the teasing pleasure makes me shift and squirm in the captain’s lap.
As he massages my ass, Aelon talks – nonchalantly, like we were sitting side by side, instead of me laying half-naked across his huge lap with his big hand massaging cream into my tormented cheeks.
“You’re a tough captain, Tasha. We’re all impressed by your dedication to your crew and to your bravery and selflessness…”
Then, his finger grazes my pussy again. This time I do gasp.
“…but you should allow yourself to admit that some part of you craves
