Page 35 of Alien Daddies
Makenna
As Kenna descended the stairs from the roof that led to a terrace on the second floor of the massive stone house, she knew thezoshincould detect the growing wetness between her thighs. Just thinking about the possibility of being taken to bed by all six of them was enough to soak her panties.
They paused on the terrace to allow her to have a look around and she took the opportunity to discreetly press her thighs together. The aching in her nether area deepened and she felt her nipples tightening against the soft fabric of her dress. Thinking none of them were paying attention to what she was doing, she pressed her thighs even tighter together and clasped her hands in front of herself. Then she secretly pressed against the railing that circled the terrace as she dug one knuckle against her pussy through the layers of her panties and her dress, applying just enough pressure to take the edge off her arousal.
“Naughty little girl,” Daddy Kameel said. “Are you trying to pleasure yourself?”
“What? Absolutely not. I’m fully dressed! How would I even manage?” Turning around, she moved her hands to her sides and feigned a look of innocence.
“You were pressing your thighs together and clenching. I saw your bottom tense and know exactly what you were doing,” Daddy Torin said. “We all do. I also know you just rubbed yourself through your clothing. Your hips lurched forward slightly when you did it. Now lift up your skirts, young lady. You disobeyed usandtold a lie, and little girls who display such naughty behavior get spankings. If you’re obedient and lift your dress without any argument, you’ll only receive ten smacks to your bottom.”
Kenna spun around so her behind was not in close proximity to Daddies Torin or Kameel. She crossed her arms and glared at them. “Fine. So maybe I clenched my thighs together and sorta kinda rubbed myself over my clothing, but it’s not like I reached between my legs and gave myself an orgasm. You can’t honestly mean to spank me for clenching and a two-second rub.”
Daddy Torin had warned her not to argue but she couldn’t help it. Shame spread through her, knowing she’d been caught trying to steal a small bit of pleasure. The idea of meekly lifting her dress to receive several swats out in the wide open left her even more humiliated. Why must they be so strict?
“Imeanto spank you,” Daddy Torin finally said, stalking closer. “And now you’ve earned yourself more than ten quick smacks. You should have listened to your daddy, little girl. Your bottom is going to be bright red and throbbing as hard as the heat gathering in your privates by the time I am finished with you. I warned you not to argue. I told you to obey. We are your legal guardians now and we have full authority to punish you for your transgressions, just as we did while you were our prisoner on the warship.”
She tried to back up but Daddy Aras grabbed her from behind and held her in place while the oldest of thezoshinapproached. One glance into his steely gaze and regret washed through her. If she’d lifted her dress up, perhaps her spanking would already be over by now. She didn’t like the way Daddy Torin looked when displeased and she knew he could spank hard. Well, all the brothers could spank hard, but Daddy Torin seemed to know where the tenderest parts of her bottom were located.
Her stomach flipped when she recalled the time he’d spanked her privates for touching herself in the bathtub. She swallowed hard. If he decided to force her legs apart and slap her sensitive folds, she wouldn’t be able to stop him.
“Get her into position,” Daddy Torin said.
A moment later, various hands lifted up her dress as she was unceremoniously bent over one of the sofas that rested in the middle of the covered terrace. Daddy Aras remained in front of her, holding her hands down over the sofa. Maybe it was in her best interest to start obeying thezoshin, whether she agreed with their commands or not. After all, she was outnumbered six to one.
Two warm hands cupped her bottom. She didn’t have to try peering around the side of the chair to know it was Daddy Torin. A second later, his fingers danced along the seam of her pussy, probing and caressing ever so gently. To her mortification, she couldn’t restrain a moan. Nor could she keep herself from standing on her tiptoes and arching into his touch. He stroked her harder and breached her entrance, sliding two—or was it three?—thick digits into her sopping pussy. He thrust deeper and deeper.
“After your spanking, little girl, your daddies are going to take turns fucking this tight hole of yours very, very hard. You need to be taught a lesson in obedience,” Daddy Torin said.
She gasped and tried to flail herself off the chair, but thezoshinkept holding her down and Daddy Torin’s fingers continued plunging in and out of her. “Wait! You said you wouldn’t claim me until I begged for it,” she said, even though that hadn’t been Daddy Torin’s exact promise. But for a short while on the ship, she’d thought he’d meant they wouldn’t have sex with her at all unless she begged them. “Just because the judge said you could use me sexually doesn’t mean you can. Not when you promised!” Even as she protested, an erotic thrill jolted her at the prospect of each brother taking a turn at her while she was still bent over the chair, her legs spread wide and her privates on full display. Theirs for the taking.
“You know very well we only promised not to claim you as our life mate against your will, little human,” Daddy Kameel said. She recognized his voice, slightly huskier than his twin’s. “There’s a difference between fucking and claiming, as you will soon find out. We still intend to claim you as our life mate one day, but until the day comes when you beg us to spill our seed inside you, we will make use of your body in any way we desire. You are ours to do with as we please, Kenna. Now hold still. Daddy Torin is about to make it hurt.”
Chapter Seventeen
Makenna
“Your cheeks are freshly spanked, Kenna,” Daddy Torin commented as he squeezed her bottom.
“She was naughty during her medical exam,” Daddy Nagen said. “She required correction.”
“Well, little girl, it seems you were already owed a punishment from me. I warned you to behave during criminal processing. You’ll be receiving extra smacks for your misbehavior during the exam now, as well,” Daddy Torin said.
Makenna’s face flamed with the heat of her increasing shame. The aching between her thighs grew to unbearable heights and it was all she could do to keep herself from begging Daddy Torin to stroke her pussy again. She felt the wetness of her arousal on her inner thighs and buried her face in the cushions of the chair. Her heart wouldn’t cease its erratic racing as a sense of disbelief swirled through her.
Were her daddies really going to take turns fucking her after Daddy Torin punished her? Nerves flitted in her stomach as her desire swept through her in pulsing waves of desperate longing.
Smack!She cried out as Daddy Torin began spanking her with rapid, hard blows. His entire hand covered both her cheeks and burned over her already sore flesh. She tried to squirm away from his descending palm, but thezoshinremained holding her down, Daddy Torin’s five brothers keeping her in place while he chastised her for her naughtiness.
“You will not attempt to give yourself any pleasure without our explicit permission,” he scolded through the rapid spanks. He moved to swat her upper thighs and she again cried out at the searing sting that was spreading fast. “Naughty girl. How dare you touch what belongs to your daddies? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, little human.” He continued on for a while, the spanks falling swiftly across her burning cheeks, before adding, “And this is for misbehaving during your medical exam,” and applying a barrage of stinging swats to her lower bottom where her thighs merged into her ass.
Tears brimmed in her eyes and the wet warmth of them soon cascaded down her face. She sniffled and started uttering heartfelt apology after apology and promises to be a good little girl from now on. To her relief, Daddy Torin only delivered three more hard smacks to her ass cheeks before stopping.
Oh, thank God. She fought to catch her breath and willed herself to stop crying. At least this punishment hadn’t been as severe or embarrassing as the time she’d been spanked after stealing an orgasm in the bathtub. She longed to stand up and rub the sting out of her bottom but she knew she likely wouldn’t get the chance anytime soon.
Daddy Aras released her hands and knelt down until his face was level with hers. He reached for her and wiped the tears from her cheeks using his thumbs. At the same time, all the hands holding her down loosened and finally released her.
She remained bent over the arm of the sofa but decided it wasn’t the most uncomfortable position in the world, even though her feet dangled above the floor. It was made of a strange synthetic material, weather resistant but it didn’t fully absorb the heat of the day and felt oddly cool against her body. A warm breeze, fragrant with the scent of the blooming trees, swept through the terrace and ruffled her hair. Daddy Aras gave her a gentle, encouraging smile and finished wiping the remainder of her tears away.
