Page 41 of Kazzon's Human Bride
Chapter 30
Shame coursed through Caylee.In all her life, she couldn’t recall ever feeling so thoroughly embarrassed. She hadn’t meant to take things as far as she had, and certainly not while Kazzon was watching her. Oh God, she hadn’t even heard him enter the room, and she couldn’t help but wonder just how much of her naughtiness he’d witnessed. Enough, apparently.
She stood, bent over the bed, with her thighs spread wide, as she awaited the first stroke of the horrid-looking strap Kazzon had retrieved from a drawer. Had she known he was in the possession of such an implement, she might’ve refrained from touching herself. Of course, he’d mentioned the possibility of her receiving a strapping if she was especially naughty, but since she’d never seen the leather strap, she had assumed he hadn’t yet procured one.
She supposed it didn’t matter where or how he’d managed to get his hands on such an implement, because he had one, and he intended to use it on her bare bottom. She still couldn’t believe he’d entered the room while she was stroking herself under the covers, disobeying one of his most important rules. He’d mentioned to her on several occasions that her pleasure belonged to him and him alone, stressing it was important that she never touch herself without permission.
But as she waited for his arrival, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what would happen between them once he returned to his quarters. Especially given their playful, flirty exchange in the corridor before he’d been summoned to engineering.
Heated waves of shame continued flowing through her. She heard him moving around behind her and knew he had a perfect, unhindered view of the area between her legs. It had shocked her how wet she’d become as she’d stroked herself and she hadn’t known if bringing herself to a release would be possible.
A curious, brief touch had led to her downfall.
Then before she’d realized what she was doing, she was furiously caressing her clit and spreading her growing moisture around the nubbin, mimicking the movements Kazzon used with his tongue or his fingers when he brought her to a quaking release.
Oh God. Kazzon, her husband and master, had caught her masturbating. Not only that, but he’d witnessed her having a release. And he’d ordered her to move the covers off herself so he might inspect how wet she’d become during the naughty deed.
Her face heated with further humiliation when she recalled just how slick her inner thighs had been gleaming, right before he’d applied a stinging slap to each thigh.
She started when she felt a touch to her bottom, but it was just Kazzon’s hand. He was caressing her cheeks. Under normal circumstances, she would find such a caress welcoming, but right now she felt only trepidation. She’d both disappointed and angered him. She’d been a naughty wife and now her husband would punish her. With a leather strap, of all things. She shuddered at the thought as regret swept over her.
He placed the strap down on the bed, right in her line of vision, and continued to stroke his warm hands over her bottom cheeks. His ministrations caused goosebumps to rise all over her flesh, and her limbs continued to shake. She feared she might collapse on the floor if he didn’t get this over with soon, the anticipation was too much.
The worst part was that through it all, despite her fear of the strap and the impending pain, as well as her shame over what she’d done, her pussy resumed throbbing at full force, as if she hadn’t just experienced a release.
Her clit pulsed and she tried to restrain a whimper.
Kazzon would see, and he would smell the evidence of her increasing arousal too. She tried to inch her legs back together, hoping that perhaps if she pressed her thighs tightly together, she might be able to hide her shameful condition from her husband. But Kazzon’s hands on her bottom tightened and he made a stern tsking noise deep in his throat.
“Don’t you dare. You will keep your legs spread wide during your punishment, little human. Failure to do so will result in extra smacks with my hand, placed directly atop your swollen nether lips. You don’t want a spanking on your privates, do you?”
“No,Xerr, please. I’ll be good.”
Her stomach dropped and she quickly moved her legs back apart. The prospect of receiving a spanking on her pussy lips both scared her and made that particular part of her anatomy throb harder. Her face flamed and she almost begged him to get it over with, to pick up the strap and do his worst, if only to release her from the agony of waiting.
As if reading her mind, he pressed on her lower back and brought his hand down across her cheeks in a stinging blaze of pain. She gasped and almost tried to get up, but she quickly remembered Kazzon’s rules. During a chastisement, she had to obey and hold still and take every slap she’d earned.
Before the sting of the first slap faded, he brought his hand down again, and again and again. Over and over until tears escaped her eyes and she didn’t think she could take anymore. And he still hadn’t picked up the strap yet.
“You ought to be ashamed,” he said, not slowing in his pace, “touching what belongs to your husband. Naughty, naughty little human.”
“Oh! Ouch! I’m sorry!” She gripped the covers and cried, beyond sorry for her actions. How difficult would it have been to wait for Kazzon’s return? He’d claimed her every night without fail since their marriage. Always at least twice. He wouldn’t have allowed her to go to sleep wanting. Every night she fell asleep sated and utterly exhausted as the lingering quakes of her pleasure faded and her dreams beckoned.
Finally, Kazzon paused spanking her. Relief filled her, but quickly dissipated when she remembered the strap. Oh God. How many times would he bring it down across her already punished cheeks?
He picked up the strap and she tensed, bracing herself for the first brutal blow. Tremors shook her body and she felt on the verge of panicking, but the bed soon dipped as Kazzon sat down next to her. He rubbed her back for several seconds, even allowing his hand to trail lower and rub her flaming backside. His touch relaxed her, and her panic began to fade.
She sniffled and turned her head to the side, meeting his gaze. To her astonishment, he didn’t look angry or disappointed. Instead, he was gazing at her with a look of comfort and encouragement.
“I know it hurts, little human, but it is a punishment, and it is meant to hurt. I intend to teach you a lesson. I don’t enjoy hurting you, but I will not stand for a disobedient wife. Youwilllearn to obey me.” He stroked her back some more. “You will survive this punishment, Caylee, I promise. Now, you will receive five strokes with the strap. I know you can take it.” The affectionate tone of his deep voice brought her even more comfort, even as he promised more pain, more punishment.
But it was almost over. Just five lashes of the strap. She tightened her hold on the covers and nodded, then let her head fall back onto the bed.
“I-I am ready,Xerr,” she said shakily, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. She was partly crying from the relief that it would soon be over, and partly crying over the fact that she’d broken his trust—and all over something she ought to be able to control. Surely she had better self-control than to go touching herself without permission. Well, she would maintain such control in the future. She would never make this mistake again.
He rose from the bed and she felt his presence, the heat of his body wafting against hers as he took position behind her. A glance to her side showed he’d picked up the strap.
She heard the crack of leather impacting upon her flesh before the sting even registered, but when the pain licked across her backside, she couldn’t restrain a cry. But she held still, and in truth, the blow didn’t hurt as badly as she’d expected.
