Page 22 of Alien Daddies
“I-I am sorry,” she said, stunned to realize she actually meant it. She was grieved, and oh so deeply embarrassed, to have disobeyed her daddies. “I was just so wound up with desire that I could not help myself. I-I lost control. Please, you needn’t punish me. I won’t do it again.”
Daddy Torin stared at her for a long moment, as if assessing whether or not she meant her apology. Then he nodded at his brothers, all of whom were now on the bed around her, holding her legs open, her arms down, securing her in place for whatever it was Daddy Torin was obviously planning to do to her. She sniffled and met his gaze, pleading wordlessly for him to please let her off with a warning. But as she would soon discover, he could not be swayed.
With one hand, he splayed her pussy lips wide apart, revealing her delicate pink inner folds. She peered down and gasped as he moved his free hand to her privates, placing his flattened fingertips directly atop her protruding clit, which was apparently still swollen in the aftermath of her stolen orgasm.
“You were a naughty, naughty little girl during your bath time, Kenna. Naughty little girls must be punished by their daddies. By the time we are finished with you, your privates will be sore and aching, and so will your bottom, and you will have learned that we are serious about your pussy belonging to us. You will never, ever touch yourself without permission again. Any pleasure you receive will come from us and us only. Do you understand?” He lifted one dark brow at her, looking sterner than she had ever seen him.
She swallowed hard and nodded, barely managing to whisper, “Yes, Daddy Torin,” as she began to comprehend what he was preparing to do. Her pulse spiked and she struggled futilely as his brothers held her down.
He intended to spank her pussy.
“Please,” she begged. “I-I said I was sorry.”
“I appreciate your apology, little girl,” he said, raising his hand, “but you are still to receive a punishment, and a stinging one at that. You are ours to care for and guide, and when you are naughty and break a rule, you must suffer the consequences. We wouldn’t be very good daddies to you if we let you run around and do as you pleased all the time without regard to your safety or the results of your actions. I know you probably think touching yourself without permission is not a serious infraction, but we would be doing you a disservice if we allowed you to disobey us during any circumstance, whether serious or small in your mind, and get away with it. You need protection and guidance, little girl, and we will give you everything you need. Even when it must hurt.”
As the meaning of his words penetrated her consciousness, he brought his flattened fingers down sharply upon her spread pussy, centering the slap atop her clit. The sting was immediate and she cried out, trying to wrench her arms and legs free but to no avail. She was being held down securely by five pairs of hands while Daddy Torin delivered her punishment. He swatted her again and again, the brunt of each rapid thwack landing atop her nubbin.
Tears sprang to her eyes and ran down her face. She wasn’t crying from the pain though, at least she didn’t think so. Rather, she was crying from the sheer embarrassment of her situation, not to mention her regret over having disobeyed her daddies.
Daddy Torin gave her about a dozen more stinging slaps, then nodded at his brothers, who rearranged her so her legs were now shut but lifted up high, leaving her bottom on full display. Her pussy still throbbing under the torrent of Daddy Torin’s firm smacks, she gasped as he started spanking her bottom without any preamble at all. She pressed her eyes shut and hoped this ended soon, for she didn’t think she could take another slap. He alternated cheeks as he spanked her, his large hand easily covering an entire cheek as he punished.
“You will learn to mind us, little girl,” Daddy Torin said, not slowing in his rhythm, “or your bottom and privates will remain in a state of perpetual soreness. If we must keep you freshly punished to ensure your good behavior, we will have no trouble doing so. There are six of us, after all.”
Flames lashed at her bottom, the sting a relentless agony that consumed her. Until she’d stowed away on this ship, she had never once been spanked in her life. She’d had no idea spanking could hurt so much and she vowed to be on her best behavior for the duration of this trip. But then she remembered that even once they reached Khanndora, thiszoshinwas confident they would maintain custody of her—as their prisoner.
They could call it a behavioral rehabilitation program all they liked, but the fact was she would remain their captive, legally barred from leaving their custody until God only knows when. Aside from all this, they were even more confident she would soon be begging them to claim her as their life mate.
A shudder ran down her body, but when it reached her center it was a heated throb against the lingering sting of Daddy Torin’s recent smacks on her pussy. She was on fire for them, wanton beyond the point of reason, craving all six of them even as they restrained her and gave her a sound punishment.
Finally, he stopped spanking her bottom. She exhaled a long breath and peered at him through tear-filled eyes. “Is it over?” She felt her lower lip trembling as she spoke, her question escaping in a strained, high-pitched tone.
“Yes, little one.” Daddy Torin gazed at her with concern and lowered her legs to the bed.
All the hands holding her down let go at once, but a second later she found herself wrapped up in Daddy Zane’s arms. She caught the flicker of forgiveness in his familiar eyes just before he pressed her naked body to his and cradled her to his chest. He stroked her hair, while other hands caressed her back and even her sore bottom.
“Sorry for disobeying you,” she murmured shyly to Daddy Zane. Though she’d disobeyed a rule they all had for her, she’d done so in his presence and felt as if she had especially erred against him. He graced her with a brief smile, his eyes warm and gentle, and her heart soared to see he wasn’t holding a grudge against her. He really, truly forgave her.
Still ensconced in Daddy Zane’s arms, she peeked out from his embrace, gazing from warrior to warrior, astonished to see they all wore similar expressions. None of them looked angry or even slightly displeased anymore. She’d done wrong and they’d punished her. Now it was over and she was forgiven, back in their good graces without a single shouted ugly word. None of them had thrown things at her or called her horrible names. They hadn’t made her feel worthless or stupid. At this moment, they were all staring at her with affection blazing in the depths of their dark gazes, each of them with a hand on her somewhere stroking softly, offering her comfort in the aftermath of her punishment.
Emotion burned in her throat and she blinked rapidly, but not quickly enough to stall the flow of tears. She sniffled as one of them pressed a cloth to her face, brushing away her tears. Daddy Zane kissed her forehead and tightened his hold on her.
A sense of calmness descended upon her, and after a few more blinks her tears stopped falling and the burn in her throat eased. She was hurtling hundreds of thousands of lightyears away from Earth, the only home she’d ever known, yet in this precise instant, she felt as if she had come home for the first time, as if she’d finally found the one place in the universe where she truly belonged.
They wanted her. Craved her. It was written on their faces.
God help her, but she wanted them, too. But did she want them more than the freedom she desired? She didn’t know, couldn’t think so clearly as they all moved closer around her, all of them folding her into a tender embrace. She sighed in the midst of their welcome body heat and tender caresses, reminding herself that she had time to come to any firm decisions about her future.
Six months, or possibly longer.
* * *
Vilad
He studied the sweet little girl who would be their mate as she obediently stepped into the pair of panties he was holding out for her. Vilad pulled the plain white panties up, admiring how they molded to her curvy little form. Aras certainly knew his way around the materials replicator, he would give his older brother that.
“You look adorable in these.” He stood and gave her nose a playful flick. She blushed and stammered her thanks as Nagen turned her around to dress her in one of the feminine dresses they had replicated. The style of clothing on Earth and Khanndora was similar and many Khanndoran female adults wore fashions similar to the items they had replicated for Kenna. She would not look odd or out of place while dressed in these clothes on their home planet.
Aras and Kameel stood on either side of her, parting her hair into pigtails, which they quickly braided in the Khanndoran fashion. A small pink ribbon was fastened at the tip of each pigtail. Vilad’s heart hummed with affection as he turned her in his arms to place a kiss to her forehead once his brothers finished with her hair.
