The Alien’s Patient
Twenty-four-year-old Faith Rockford has been fending for herself for as long as she can remember, but when she steals an extremely valuable piece of technology and attempts to sell it on the black market things go terribly wrong and she ends up barely escaping with her life.
Though it is against the laws of his world to interfere in the affairs of less developed planets, Serkan cannot bring himself to sit idly by while one of the humans he has been studying is in desperate need of help, so he rescues Faith and heals her injuries. But he is certain that the beautiful, feisty young woman will require extensive correction and training to teach her right from wrong, and he starts by baring her bottom and spanking her soundly for her recent theft.
The stern chastisement arouses Faith deeply, and after he brings her to a blushing climax over his knee she is left begging for Serkan to claim her hard and thoroughly. When he takes her in his arms, the handsome alien doctor’s masterful lovemaking proves more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined, and their lust for one another quickly blossoms into a passionate romance.
Once they reach his planet, however, the ruling council decrees that if Serkan wants to keep his human then she must undergo a series of intimate behavior modification treatments, and Faith soon finds herself naked and helplessly restrained as she is both pleasured and punished. But even when her ordeal is over, will this foreign world ever feel like home to her?
Faith’s world span as the great man shaped creature sat next to her on the bed and pulled her across his lap.
“What are you doing!?” She did her best to squirm around off his lap, but she barely managed to turn around enough to look at him. She just managed to catch a glimpse of his serious, silvery gaze.
“I am going to spank you for stealing,” he said simply. “According to my information, that is how young female humans are most efficiently punished, by striking the buttocks.”
“I’m not that young!”
“How old are you?”
“At twenty four, your frontal cortex is not yet fully developed. You are more than young enough for this punishment,” he said. “Besides, even if you were several decades older, this would still be the most appropriate punishment for thieving. That is a juvenile act, suggesting a lack of comprehension of the ownership of property.”
“B… but what do you care? It wasn’t yours!”
“Your stealing nearly got you killed, which made me pick you up, which will have further consequences,” Serkan said. “Everything has an effect on everything else. You must be disciplined for what you did, or that effect will ripple further. You will think that stealing leads to being saved from consequences. Now you are aboard my ship, you will have the opportunity to take things of much more significance. I will break you of this habit, my little human, because I must.”
His hand met her bottom in a hard slap which made her jolt against his thighs. That single slap seared through her denim jeans and made both cheeks ache with the force of it. He was strong, maybe too strong. If he swatted her much harder, she was going to be in real trouble.
“Hey! Cut it out!” Faith let out a plaintive cry.
Serkan ignored her complaints and went on to spank her hard, his palm bouncing off the seat of her pants over and over as if she were some little brat to be disciplined for taking a cookie from the cookie jar.
It was embarrassing, and it was painful and Faith didn’t like it one little bit. Worse still, he didn’t seem satisfied by slapping her bottom just a few times, he was belaboring her with swat after swat, on and on, making her increasingly uncomfortable by the second.
“I believe it is supposed to,” the alien said. “A simple punishment for a simple creature.”
“Fuck you, let me go!” Faith began to fight properly, but she discovered that the creature was impossibly strong. It wasn’t just that he was larger. Every part of him seemed to contain more power. Even the relatively light grip he had on her was more than enough to keep her under control.
What her wriggling did do was make her jeans slip down her thighs, a fact the creature capitalized on by dragging them down over her hips to bare her backside entirely. In seconds, the pale curves of her body were exposed to the ravages of his palm, and he slapped her just as hard on her bare skin as he had over her thick denim jeans.
“Seriously! That hurts like hell! You’re going to kill me!”
This human had a distinct flair for the dramatic, Serkan noted. He had no doubt that she was feeling the effects of the punishment, but she was not in any kind of serious distress. Her respiration and heart rate were well within normal ranges.
“I doubt that very much,” he replied. “Your skin is a pink hue, but not bruised, and this is the most padded portion of your body. You cannot lie to me, human. I know your anatomy better than you do.”
“There’s no way that’s true!”
He slapped her again, catching her low across the cheeks, and then pulled her pants down more to expose the length of her thighs. His next slap landed high on her right thigh and caused a bout of swearing.
“How did I know that would be even less pleasant, if I did not understand your anatomy?”
“It doesn’t take being an expert on my anatomy to know that hitting hurts!”
“True,” he admitted, sliding his hand from her bottom, to her thigh. “Perhaps a greater demonstration is in order. The female orgasm can be elusive if attempted by an inexperienced male. It can also form part of human discipline, under some artful circumstances.”
He pulled her jeans down further, but they were still keeping her thighs pressed close together. She was now bared to her knees, the soft pouch of her sex exposed thanks to the bent over position he had her in. It was a very pretty sight, lightly scented petals already beginning to respond to the stimulation he had provided to her deserving rear.
Serkan adored the human female sex. It was so elegant in its design, modeled after an almost universal form of beauty. It was as alluring to any masculine creature as a flower to any pollinating creature. Serkan felt his manhood stirring as he looked at Faith’s most intimate regions, noticing that there was a significant rush of blood to the region simply as a result of being bared. He could see the sensitive tissues engorging beneath his gaze, the moistening of her slit resulting in a gleam which was spreading with every squirming roll of her hips. The finer details of the scene would have been lost to a human man, but Serkan’s species had incredibly good eyesight and perception. Every breath she took told a story to him, and the short little pants which began to emanate from her as he he ran his hand up her thigh, stopping several inches from the mound of pleasure told him everything he needed to know.
He began to let his fingertips drift lightly over the soft skin of her thighs, teasing her gently. Her bottom was hot and flushed, his fingers printed over the outer edges of her bottom in fashion he found very satisfying. She looked marked. She looked owned. He liked that. This human needed to be owned. She was clearly incapable of making good or moral choices of her own accord. She needed someone to show her what was right, and to provide stern consequence when she did what was wrong.
He thought all these things as he stroked his palm up over her bottom and thighs, her thighs parting naturally as he soothed a little of the sting away from her punished flesh. Her hips began to lift as he let his fingers drift between her legs and run up the inside of her thigh. It was one of the most sensitive areas of her body and he felt her quiver as he let his digits approach the welcoming petals of her sex.
“Please…” she moaned the word softly. He knew precisely what she was asking for. The air was thick with her pheromones, chemicals of desire which she was shedding like a flower in bloom. He should have been immune to their effects, but he was not.
This was supposed to be punishment, but there was nothing punishing about the way his fingers found the core of her and began to circle gently around the entrance to her body, the gate from which her desire flowed down toward the tight little bud of her clitoris.
She moaned, her body moving in a sensual fashion which was not entirely conscious. She was getting wetter by the moment, her slick juices covering his fingers with a slippery fluid ripe with her need. Serkan had known all the parts of a human woman for quite some time, but he had never appreciated just how beautiful they were until he saw them flowering with arousal now. Her body was preparing to be mated. He had initiated a biological cycle which would have its end one way or another. Serkan allowed his fingers to slip a little way inside her, their girth sufficient to stretch the entrance of her body. Faith let out a moan which could have been protest, but the thrust of her hips belied the noise as she pushed herself onto him, sheathing his fingers inside her tight, wet depths.