Page 71 of Starborn Husbands
“I knew you were gonna want to see my sweet ass from the get.”
“Orion,” he warns with his damn spanking eyes, and for once they work.
I finally regret the hard-on that I’m supposed to will away within the next two seconds. Standing up, I shuck my sleep pants down my legs and bare all for him.
I’m going over his lap. A shuddery sensation runs through me. He’s an over the knee kind of spanker. I mean, I guess I’d totally have pegged him for an over the knee guy, but it’s different being faced with it.
His lap is so wide. Is it hard or soft? I don’t have to wait long to find out. He snatches me by the wrist and over his knees I go. “Gods, Centaurus.”
“I’m tired of waiting. When you’re due a punishment, I want better obedience from you.”
“Wow, strict. That’s hot. Ow!”
He wallops my bare and vulnerable skin several times. “You’re a horror sometimes, Treyu.”
“And now I’ll be the horror shackled to you for life. For eternity.”
“Not with me. I want good behavior from you, or you’re going to be in this position a lot. Gimme your hand.”
His tone is not to be trifled with. I’d better tone down the brat-o-meter. You think that would be a given in my situation. I yield my hand and he pins my wrist to the small of my back. Security bleeds through me, but also a capitulating sort of helplessness. My heart beats into the place on my ass that he walloped.
“What were you not supposed to do?” he says in that strict tone of his.
“Touch my own dick because you’re a?—”
He saves me from myself, landing a steady rhythm of hard smacks with his heavy hand. I’m supposed to be learning a lesson, but what I’m doing is analyzing his spanking technique.Good rhythm, hefty whack, solid grip.As my ass heats up, though, all my spanking biometrics are forgotten. The sting is real, and he knows what he’s doing.
Wait a sec. “How are you so good at this, Centaurus?” I heave out between breaths. It stings, and my eyes tear up.
“I have younger siblings,” he reminds me.
Right. “Not so hard, babe.”
“I don’t think so. You’re not getting cute points right now.”
Cute points? I’m not fucking cute. I was serious. “I’ve learned my lesson. No touching my dick, unless you say so, Sir.”
That Sir has got to count for something. It doesn’t. He keeps right on spanking. My ass consists of two round peach-shaped mounds, but his meaty paw doesn’t have any trouble covering a lot of ground. He’s etching perfect handprints onto my ass, each leaving a hearty throb. It’ll be fun to wear those on my ass later, but right now, fuck them.
Fuck being a hero, too. This isn’t fun. I kick my legs and thrash my body, putting enough power into my thrusts to almost topple off his lap. He’s too quick from centuries of hard battle, and it helps that he’s got my wrist pinned to my back like he does. “I’m sorry!”
The hand of doom rests on my ass, halting all spanking. I collapse like a noodle, catching my breath, until the hard wood of his hairbrush rubs over my sore bum. “Zhang, please.”
Crack!
The hairbrush pops against my right cheek. “You know protocol, Treyu. I don’t want to have to remind you again.”
It’s Sir while I’m being punished, but he’s let a few go. Maybe the guy does have a bit of a soft spot for me. “Yes, Sir.”
“I don’t like to give a number. It’s better to let you wonder how much longer you have in the hot seat while punishing you. But this is our first time. You’ll get ten more—providing you can behave yourself for the next twenty seconds—and we’re done.”
Huh. So, he’s a bit like Uncle Ryan then. I’ve always responded well to Uncle Ryan’s punishments. This could really work out. Maybe this won’t be so bad after—smack!The hairbrush lands again.Scratch that. I’m gonna need to re-evaluate after the ass blistering.
Blue-fire flames sear my ass. There’s no break or reprieve, just the steady stream of heavy hairbrush whacks. At least there’s a bright side to that. The devil hairbrush spanking is over before my brattly mouth gets away from me.
Okay, time to totally overanalyze this, which is the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to do after a spanking. I consider this our practice round. I bratted my way into this and as much as I’ll deny it with my last breath, I wanted it.
But when I try to find words, none come. Guess I’m speechless. All thoughts have been sucked away and are currently throbbing across my ass. That was …wow. Maybe kinda perfect. Words to take to the ether when I finally turn back into stardust.
