Her Alien Commander by Ashe Barker Read Free Book Online

screams were subsiding, and he supposed that was because she now appreciated his superior strength and knew she would not best him by force. Still, her determination to defy his wishes was seemingly undiminished. And her propensity for name-calling was starting to grate.
    “The sooner you surrender to this, to the inevitable, the better. You’ll be getting a spanking, a good, hard one. It will continue until you stop this struggling, and you’re ready to apologise—and mean it.”
    “I’m not—Aaagh!”
    The first slap landed full in the middle of her delightful cheeks. Phahlen’s hand print bloomed immediately, the vivid red outline stark against the creamy skin of her bottom.
    “Stop, that hurts. You bast—”
    Phahlen ignored her continuing flow of screams and invective, landing spank after spank across his defiant little human’s curvy behind. For such a tiny little thing she could certainly belt out some decibels. He wondered whether he should have gagged her after all, though that might have defeated his objective since it was contrition and an apology he required from her. Maybe next time…
    She was determined; he had to allow her that. Phahlen admired the little female’s fortitude as he rained the slaps over her skin, and watched the area turn pink under his ministrations. Pink darkened to crimson, and still she continued to curse and wriggle.
    Her struggles were futile, of course. Phahlen had her secure and she was going nowhere until he’d finished and had his way. He was in no hurry, and knew which of them would tire of this first.
    Her squeals and sobs did start to subside at last, and he paused to rest his hand on her scorching buttock. “Are you ready to talk to me now?”
    “I hate you.”
    He hoped that wasn’t true, but he understood why she would think it right now.
    “Noted. And your apology?”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Also noted.” He resumed the spanking, this time shifting his attention to her thighs. Caria’s shrieks found an additional octave or two as he applied his relentless palm to her tender sit spots. He had a feeling this would not take much longer now.
    The insults ceased, and the only sound Caria made now was her sobbing. She still rocked her hips from side to side as though to escape the inexorable barrage of spanks, but soon even those struggles subsided and she lay limp across his lap, absorbing the punishment he chose to mete out.
    Phahlen slowed the slaps, then stopped altogether. He rubbed her scarlet buttocks, applying little pressure but still relishing the heat that rose from her punished skin. His caress elicited little mews of pain from her though he noted she no longer sought to avoid his touch.
    “Caria, are you ready to apologise now?” He kept his tone soft. Physically she had had enough, and he knew it. He had no desire to harm her and preferred not to resume the spanking if that could be avoided. His instincts told him she would respond better to a gentler approach. He covered her bound hands in one of his and squeezed.
    Long seconds passed and she lay still, silent over his lap but for the continuing sniffles. Phahlen was patient. He could wait. At last his perseverance was rewarded.
    “I’m sorry.” Caria whispered the words, and he had no illusions about what it had cost her to utter them at all. He had spanked her contrition from her; she was saying what he wanted to hear because the alternative was more pain. But she had done it, and he was almost satisfied.
    “What is it exactly that you are sorry for, Caria?”
    “For kicking you in the nuts.”
    “Right, thank you for that. Anything else?”
    “For swearing at you?”
    “Is that an apology, Caria, or a question?”
    “It’s an apology. At least…”
    “Hush, Caria. Quit while you are ahead. If you are good you can get up in a minute, but first, I want you to listen to me.” He rubbed her bottom again, by way of a reminder of her current predicament. “Are you ready to listen,