Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
My tears are in vain. He removes my panties in one quick motion, and then his palm lands hard on my bottom.
The air leaves my lungs at the unexpected sting.
He does it again and again, spanking me harder than I thought possible. It hurts. The burn grows as he continues.
When he finally stops, I’m sobbing uncontrollably. Any fight I had in me flees. I want to scowl at him, but I don’t dare. I won’t risk him striking me like that again. Both my pride and my butt are injured.
Julan rubs my bottom, his huge hand caressing me gently now. “Shhh. Your punishment is over, Little pet.”
I can’t catch my breath. I’m still sobbing.
As he continues to rub my burning skin, my crying slows until I’m sniffling. The doctor is still pinning me down, but something else is happening to my body. My anger evaporates as the pain ebbs and is replaced with an odd need. I like the way Daddy is touching me. It feels so good.
The tightness I felt in my tummy earlier returns. My private parts swell and grow wet. I don’t understand what I’m feeling, but I like it.
Daddy inhales deeply and surprises me by bending to kiss my sore bottom. “That’s my good girl. You’re going to obey Daddy now, aren’t you?”
I nod and sniffle one last time. “Yes, Daddy.”
“We’re going to roll you over onto your back, and you’re going to cooperate with the doctor.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I will. I want to please him. I didn’t like him spanking me. I can endure an exam. How bad can it be?
Julan gently rolls me to my back.
I wince when my bottom hits the table. It really burns. I still can’t believe he spanked me that hard. I’m also confused about my feelings toward him. It’s like my anger has evaporated. I want him to stroke my skin and tell me I’m a good girl.
Yamal lifts my arms above my head. When he wraps something around my wrists, I twist my neck to try to see what he’s doing. He’s cuffing me to the table!
I shift my gaze to Julan. “Daddy, I don’t want to be restrained, please. I’ll be good.”
He frowns. “The straps are for your safety, Little pet. I don’t want you to fall off the table.”
“Luna,” I blurt out.
His brows furrow deeper. “What is a Luna?”
“It’s my name. Luna.”
Yamal glances at Daddy. “She has a name?”
I gasp. How are these Venkorians so ignorant about humans? I guess they discovered our space station yesterday and decided to kidnap some of us to bring back to their planet. They underestimated our intelligence. Do they intend to treat all of us as subservient pets?
“Luna…” Daddy tries it out. “I’ll think about it.”
My eyes widen. “It’s not debatable. It’s my name.” I try hard to temper my tone, but it’s difficult. Every time he says something else that irritates me, I can’t control my instant retort.
His eyes narrow further. “I said I would consider it, pet. Do you need another spanking?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
He sets a hand on my chest. “Her heart rate is high.”
“She’s very agitated,” Yamal points out.
Duh. I want to roll my eyes at the doctor, but it seems like a bad idea. I’m on thin ice.
Yamal continues, “I can give her a shot to lower her anxiety, but if it’s going to persist, you might want to use suppositories instead. Pushing the medicine into her bottom and letting it dissolve will help subdue her. It will last several hours. You can do it as often as needed. She will be a handful if you don’t tame her. I wonder if all the humans are going to be as argumentative as this one.”
Again, it’s hard to hold back my retort. My chest is pounding. If Julan thought my heart rate was high before, it’s going to go through the roof if they keep talking about me like I’m a dog.
I’ve never had a pet, of course, so I don’t know much about them, but I’ve read books. I’m educated. I know that people on Earth used to keep dogs and cats and all sorts of animals as pets. They kept them in cages like the one I was in earlier.
Is Julan really going to put me in a kennel like Yamal suggested? The idea infuriates me further. I tug against the cuffs, squirming futilely because there’s no way I could escape even if I weren’t bound to the table.
The doctor grabs his bag, sets it at the foot of this table that’s far longer than necessary for me, and holds up a bottle. Without a word, he opens it and tips something into his hand.
I gasp when I see it. A giant pill that’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. There’s no way I could swallow it, but that’s not his intention. He just told Julan to put it in my bottom.