Eris squirmed in place, wishing she could know more about this man who now owned her. There was a hunger in his eyes, but it was mysterious and confusing to her, though she enjoyed the way his gaze made her feel. There was some kind of promise in it which made images of disrobing him fly into her head. What would he look like naked? How would it feel to kiss him? To be touched by him in a sensual way?
“Come. We will be late.”
“Late for what?”
He did not answer the question, simply turned and strode off through the crowds again, leaving her to follow after him. She did, of course, harnessed as firmly to him by sheer curiosity as she could ever have been by a leash or chain. Keep reading…
Eris’ new master led her through the crowds of the city, not looking back once to see if she was still there. Eris saw a thousand opportunities for escape, and about two thousand for mischief, but her master’s confusing confidence in his possession of her made her ignore all of them in favor of catching up to him and trying to look up into his face as he strode along, his hat low over his eyes as he moved like a shade through the crowds. Unlike Eris, who had to dart back and forth and dodge this way and that to avoid being stood on or outright ran over, people melted out of her master’s way. Where he walked, they simply were not. It was the strangest thing to watch, and it meant that his wake was a fairly safe place to be.
“Hey! Where are we going?”
If he answered her, she didn’t hear it. He just kept walking, his long legs setting a pace which made Eris struggle to keep up with him.
A brat named Eris breaks free of a slave trader, only to find herself in the presence of a deadly mercenary… my M/F sci-fi spanking romance series, Buying Trouble, continues :)
“I’ll take her,” the merc said, or rather, intoned the words.
He reached into his robe, the one Eris was so suspicious of, and drew out a small dark velvet bag. He held it out to the merchant, over Eris’ head.
The merchant grabbed the bag, his face set in a greedy leer. His chunky fingers fiddled with the ties for a moment before he pulled it open. He let out a gasp, then his eyes went wide, and his face went pale. He stood frozen for a moment or two, dropped the bag and fled through the inebriated crowd with a gurgled scream. Keep reading…
“The doctor will,” the handler said, hauling her into a low slung building with a shimmering blue cross hovering above it.
“I want a certificate of purity,” he grunted at the lady behind the counter.
“I can tell you now, he’s not pure,” Eris quipped. The woman smirked. The trader slapped Eris’ butt again, making it burn like blazes.
“Watch the merchandise,” she yelped. The slaps were starting to add up and get damn painful. If he kept it up, she was going to have to consider actually behaving herself. “Nobody is going to want me if you thrash my ass off.”
“I need a certificate for this one,” the trader said. “And a gag.” Keep reading…
"I don't need an examination, I'm not sick! OW!" Eris grasped her hot, stinging backside and scowled at the man who had dealt her the slap. He was a big, burly bearded creature who stank of beer and she hated him more than she hated anything in the world. He was everything she was not. He was tall and she was short, he was fat and she was slim. He was old and ugly, and she was young and cute - a twenty year old snub-nosed blonde with a big mouth and a bigger attitude.
"Silence, girl," the trader growled. Three days earlier he'd snatched her from the fields where she was scavenging crops to feed herself. He'd been so pleased with himself in the beginning, figuring he could take her to the trade city of Solaris and sell her at one of the alien markets. He wasn't pleased now.
"I'm healthy," she insisted. "Look at me. I don't have any pock marks. There's no rot on me, and I have all my hair.” She plucked at the strands of her blonde locks just in case he'd missed them.
"The doctor's not checking your hair, girl,” he guffawed, as if he'd made a joke. If he had, Eris didn't get it.
“You are hereby found guilty! You will undergo corrective treatment until such time as you see the error of your ways and can be tolerated to once again join good society. Until then, I strip you of your rank and I declare you a convict.”
When nineteen-year-old Sophie Eins is charged with inciting revolution in the lower echelons of society, she quickly learns that her position as one of the high-born will not save her from the consequences of her defiance. She is sentenced to corrective treatment and taken into the custody of a stern yet handsome doctor named Richard who will carry out the order of the court.
Sophie is stripped bare for an intimate, embarrassing examination, and her body’s shameful response to this humiliating inspection makes it clear to Richard that his firm hand applied to her bare bottom will need to play a major role in her treatment. Sophie’s correction will involve much more than just a sore backside, however, and she soon discovers that being brought to one blushing climax after another can be a punishment as effective as any spanking.
Though he is expected to chastise her as thoroughly as is necessary to teach her obedience, Richard soon finds himself longing to take Sophie in his arms, and he does not need his medical training to see that she yearns for his touch as well. But if he dares to disregard the law and claim her as his own, can he find a way to keep them both safe from the tyrants who rule their city?
When an injured stranger breaks into her small-town veterinary clinic late at night and demands that she assist in treating his wounds, Serena Spiers knows right away that something is amiss. Though he is undoubtedly handsome, the intruder’s oddly colored eyes and extraordinary height leave no doubt in her mind that he is not of this world.
Seeking to escape her predicament, she treats his wounds and then does her best to discretely sedate him, but a tranquilizer shot proves far less effective than she had hoped. Her captor is none too pleased by her attempt at subterfuge, and before she knows it Serena is blushing crimson as she is held firmly across his muscular thighs, completely naked, while her bare bottom is soundly spanked.
Serena’s ordeal is just beginning, however. It turns out that her alien visitor is a high-ranking commander among his people, and when he realizes that the discovery of her encounter with him could put Serena in grave danger, he takes it upon himself to ensure her safety by bringing her along as he leaves Earth behind. But his people have very specific rules about transporting primitive species aboard their ships, and she will not be treated as his guest or even as his prisoner, but as his pet.
She will be expected to submit to him completely, and any defiance will earn her a painful, humiliating punishment. Yet despite her fury at the indignity of it all, Serena cannot help reacting with shameful, helpless arousal as she is stripped bare, thoroughly examined, and then claimed in any way her new master pleases, sometimes in full view of the ship’s crew. Can she learn to yield to the pleasure that results from his conquest of her body, or will she spend the entire voyage with her bottom sore both inside and out?