Page 16 of Alien Daddies
“Thank you for enlightening me. I am certain with my little female brain I could never have figured that one out.”
Kameel approached them and walked into her line of vision. Or at least his boots did. She glanced up to peer at him, and once their eyes met he said, “You would do well to show repentance for your naughtiness, little girl. Daddy Aras was simply trying to help you. There is no need for such impertinence. You are getting a spanking no matter what, but if you apologize to Daddy Aras, I am sure he will show you leniency.”
Aras waited for Kenna’s response. He heard her sniffle and his heart panged. He truly regretted that he must punish her, but he could not in good conscience allow her to behave inappropriately. She was to be their mate and live on a world with customs vastly different from her own. The sooner she accepted their authority over her and trusted them, the easier her life would be. The happier she would be. He felt it in his bones, but he also knew they would have to train her. She was full of spirit and would likely require numerous spankings over the coming days, among other more intimate punishments, before she settled down and actively obeyed them.
He cupped her bottom, admiring the hint of her swollen sex between her slightly spread thighs. Perfection didn’t even begin to describe her. With her little bottom, flaring hips, smooth flawless skin, and flowing dark hair, she was the loveliest creature he’d ever beheld.
The act of holding her small, trembling form over his knee while preparing to chastise her for her disobedience filled him with a great sense of responsibility, and he vowed to always take care of her to the best of his ability. Remnants of dreams featuring Kenna danced in his mind.Daddy Aras. That was what she had always called him in the dreams he had of her, which had started not long after their arrival on Earth for the joint military exercises. He hadn’t asked any of his brothers if they were experiencing similar dreams and he’d went about his business as usual, even bedding several willing human females with his twin, in an effort to quell the loneliness he’d felt at not yet having a life mate. He had assumed their mate would be a Khanndoran female and was frustrated that they’d all been stuck on Earth for six long months… six long months before they would be able to search for their sweet mate on Ohma.
Had Aras realized their mate was a human female, he would have scoured the entire planet of Earth in search of her, the joint military training be damned. She’d snuck aboard theRithonawhile they were awaiting takeoff on Rissa Island, which meant she must have been nearby all this time. So close and yet none of them had had any idea the female of their dreams—the female the Great Spirit of Khanndora had sent them visions of—had been right under their noses all along. And she was alone. Desperate. He sensed the turmoil rolling through her. She had been escaping something, a darkness she was trying to run away from.
Kameel cleared his throat, drawing Aras back to the moment at hand, and the little curvy bottom underneath his hand. Kenna had not offered a response to Kameel’s suggestion that she apologize, and Aras knew she was too proud to do so. Until she endured a bit of pain and humiliation at his hand, she would not experience true repentance.
Aras had always been more in tune with his empathic abilities than any of his brothers. Every intelligent being gave off certain energies and emotions and he normally had no trouble sensing them, often whether he wanted to feel a being’s energies or not. He stared down at Kenna, wanting to absorb all of her sadness and happiness, her fears and her hopes and dreams. He wanted all of her, to understand her and help her heal and thrive under their protection.
It was he who would discover what precise circumstance had caused her to stow away on their ship, but now wasn’t the time for inquiries. Now was the time to chastise her for her most recent naughtiness. She was to be their mate, their little girl, and he needed to make her understand that blatant disobedience and disrespect was not acceptable.
“Little girl, you are to receive a hard spanking on your bare bottom for the improper behavior you just displayed. You are to obey our commands and you are not to talk back and display outright insolence and rebellion.” He lifted his hand and brought it down with a resounding crack, this time striking her left cheek. He continued on, swatting her behind as she struggled in his hold. He spanked her faster, even punishing the tender part of her flesh where her thighs merged into her bottom, which made her gasp and beg him to stop. But she wasn’t apologizing yet.
She clearly needed to be spanked longer and harder.
He shifted her bottom higher over his knee, forcing her thighs to part wider to reveal the fullness of her swollen pink parts. A sheen of moisture glimmered over her nether folds. His cock lurched at the sight, but he managed to concentrate on the disciplinary session as he further reddened her bottom. “This is what happens to naughty little girls, Kenna.”
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Makenna
“Ouch! Stop! Please, Daddy Aras!” She couldn’t believe the intensity of the blaze that was engulfing her backside. Daddy Aras meant business, and she realized she had no one to blame for this punishment but herself. She had refused to obey his order and had been quite rude to him. But he’d deserved it, she told herself. His commands hadn’t been reasonable. To think that they expected her to follow their every little order and wouldn’t even permit her to touch herself without their permission… well, it wasn’t as if she masturbated twenty times a day, but being told she wasn’t allowed that one little freedom had propelled her over the edge of polite behavior.
The sounds of Daddy Aras’ wide palm steadily smacking her upturned bottom echoed in the vast room. Tears burned in her eyes as the pain became almost too much to bear. She sniffled and ceased her struggles, wondering if perhaps she ought to apologize for speaking so rudely to Daddy Aras. She’d asked a question and he’d answered it—when she hadn’t been certain of his name—and she had been borderline cruel with her sarcastic reply. She knew all too well how much sharp words could hurt and hoped she hadn’t caused him any pain. True regret started to well in her heart.
“Please, Daddy Aras,” she begged. “Please… I am sorry. So sorry.”
He paused in his spanking and commenced rubbing her sore punished cheeks. “What exactly are you sorry for?” he asked, still rubbing. Oh, his caressing hands were the most wonderful balm to her burning, chastised flesh.
“I-I am sorry for how rudely I spoke to you.” Her mind raced. There was more he expected her to apologize for, but during the pain of her spanking she had almost forgotten. “And, um, I’m also sorry for not uncovering myself when you asked. I should have obeyed you. I will try to obey you in the future, all of you.” She felt odd saying the last few words. Had she actually spoken them? What in the hell was happening to her? A short time on a spaceship with six hunky, dominant alien males and she hardly felt like her normal self. But in a way, that was good. Her normal self was lonely and scared. In this moment, she didn’t feel as lonely and scared as she normally did, even as she barreled through a wormhole that led to another world much different from her own.
These six males wanted to keep her safe. Daddy Torin had promised to keep her out of prison, even if he had to bribe a judge. All six brothers radiated power and confidence, and she had no doubt they would accomplish the task of seeing her placed under their guardianship, rather than led away to languish in a jail cell, where she would no doubt be utterly alone and beyond afraid. She sniffled and peered from daddy to daddy, warmth filling her at the thought that all six of them accepted her and wanted her as their little girl.
She tried not to think about the mating part, because that left her nervous. Khanndorans mated forever. Talk about a serious commitment. She was only nineteen years old. Marriage, let alone Khanndoran-style eternal mating, had been the furthest thing from her mind. At least Daddy Torin had promised they wouldn’t claim her unless she begged for it. This thought prompted her to flush all over, because a deep ache currently pulsed between her thighs. She had become aroused again in their presence, and in her shame over it she’d lashed out at Aras and earned herself an embarrassing spanking. Yet the act of being turned over his knee, scolded like a naughty little girl, and then spanked had only increased the heated throbbing of her pussy. She had never felt wound so tight, and if Daddy Aras would only reach for her aching parts and stroke once or twice, she was sure to explode in another quaking release.
“Thank you for your apology,” Daddy Aras finally replied, still caressing her tender behind cheeks. “We don’t like causing you pain, little girl, but when we must punish you for something, we won’t hesitate to give you the guidance you require. You’re our sweet little girl and we only want what is best for you. You are to be our beloved mate, Kenna.” He turned her over on his lap and gathered her against his chest.
She sought comfort in his warm embrace as she replayed his words, which pretty much constituted a declaration of love, over and over in her mind. On Khanndora, it would seem, everyone had a mate—ormates, in the case of females—with whom they were destined to spend the rest of their lives. She’d never thought the key to her future happiness rested with a particular man, she had always believed she had to fight for her own future. Fight her father until he allowed her to study the subjects she wished. That had been the only battle that had seemed important before she’d left Earth, because she hadn’t wanted to lose all sense of herself in the business of making as much money as possible. Money neither she, her father, nor her siblings needed more of, not when Collin Vega’s fortune was vast enough to span thousands of lifetimes.
But now she was reevaluating everything she’d ever known. These six aliens were promising her a brand-new life on another planet, a life that didn’t involve returning to the loneliness of the Vega family compound and struggling to please a father who loathed her. She laced her arms around Daddy Aras’ waist and returned his hug as a fresh wave of tears poured down her cheeks. She didn’t know what to do, but she supposed the best course of action was to get to know the six brothers better before she made any firm, life-changing decisions.
In a week, they would reach Khanndora. Was a week long enough to get to know each of the brothers?Six!her mind screamed.There’s six of them!
Oh, God. Was she really thinking about this?
Six would-be husbands. Six fierce-looking aliens who each wanted to be her daddy.
Another quiver of heat shot between her thighs, and she couldn’t resist squirming on Daddy Aras’ lap. She had no trouble detecting the fullness of his growing hardness in his pants.
“Can you feel that, little girl?” he whispered in her ear, his voice just as deep and deliciously sexy as Daddy Torin’s. “You’re making Daddy’s cock big and hard.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond. She had never been good at flirting. Her heart lurched. Yes, she liked his attentions and she very much wished to say something clever and sexy back to him. But what the hell was she supposed to say? Her friends, all of whom were en route to Phennulos at the moment, were always much better at talking to guys than she was, she thought with a stab of self-consciousness.
