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…
“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. Keep reading…
He was saying filthy, carnal things and as much as Celeste wanted to rage at every word that came out of his mouth, her traitorous pussy was lubricating in response to his threats and the hot tingling of her ass.
She had come to his territory as one of the highest status women in the system, and now she was being treated just like the other women who had become spoils of war and paraded around Vector Prime in their collars and their nudity. Pet. Even thinking the word made a tremor run through her stomach.
Fear and arousal seemed to be entwined as she bucked and squirmed over his muscular thighs, his palm punishing her with hard, repetitive slaps that showed no signs of slowing or softening.
She hated Alistair with every fiber of her being, and that hatred filled and excited her. She was surprised to find that there was a freedom in that hatred, a freedom to be whatever she wished to be. For years she had been forced to be appropriate and polite and appear in ways which advantaged her father and furthered his goals. No matter how uncomfortable or angry she’d been, she’d put on a smiling face and made polite conversation.
The time for polite conversation was long over. It did not matter what Alistair thought of her. He was the enemy. The enemy whose hard, unyielding palm was still slapping her bottom so fast she barely registered each slap as a separate thing. Keep reading…
When the aristocracy which has long ruled her world is suddenly overthrown by soldiers loyal to rebel leader Tristan Kane, twenty-one-year-old Lydia Leon’s sheltered life is changed forever. As one of its first acts, the new regime orders that the adult daughters of the old nobility be trained in obedience and then given as brides to high-ranking military officers who supported the uprising, and before she knows it Lydia is standing naked before President Tristan Kane himself.
Tristan is impressed by Lydia’s elegance, and after observing her attempts to maintain her dignity during an intimate, embarrassing medical examination, he decides to claim her for his bride. He knows full well, however, that Lydia has never worked a day in her life, and the wife of the leader of the new regime cannot have the bearing of a pampered daughter of aristocrats.
He sets out to both humble his new bride and teach her to obey, and soon Lydia is writhing over Tristan’s lap as her bare bottom is thoroughly spanked and then quivering with helpless desire as he explores her beautiful body. Though she blushes crimson at the thought of yielding to his mastery so easily, it isn’t long before she is yearning for his skilled, dominant lovemaking.
Though Lydia’s passion for her new husband grows rapidly, she is horrified when he demands that she learn to keep house the old-fashioned way, without robots or servants. She demonstrates her displeasure by means of an ill-advised trip into the city, but after her foolish adventure ends up putting her life in grave danger can she count on Tristan to save her before it is too late?
“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?
“Well you’re going to get a lot of them with me,” Jax said. “I’m not heavy on protocol. I am heavy on discipline though. Let’s get the rest of this medical done.”
“Huh? What do you mean? I got my dose.”
“You haven’t been looking after yourself,” he said. “I want a full physical. I want to know precisely what your status is.”
“I wasn’t asking.” He pressed her gently back against the chair and held her in place, one hand right in the center of her chest.
“What are you doing?” Sonya was confused, he seemed to think that if he just put her somewhere, she’d stay there.
“I trained seven years as a medic before becoming a handler,” Jax informed her. “I don’t need a doctor to perform your exam. And I don’t need you strapped down to do it either, unless you decide to be a very bad girl.”
“I don’t want an exam.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” he said. “But if you behave yourself, it won’t be too unpleasant.” He turned away to don some gloves. And that was when instinct and training kicked in. Without really thinking about it Sonya leaped out of the chair and wrapped her arm around his neck, her hand on his chin, her other on his shoulder. Poised to snap his neck, she paused for a moment as warring parts of her mind screamed at her to stop. The moment was all it took for Jax to take hold of her wrist, bend down and flip her over his head.
Sonya cartwheeled through the air, propelled by Jax’s strength and her own vicious momentum. The landing knocked the breath out of her, and a split-second later Jax was on top of her.
“Easy girl,” he said, pinning her to the ground, his hand at the base of her throat. “You know I’m not going to tolerate attacks, don’t you.”
Sonya bared her teeth at him, silently daring him to do something about it.
“You’re in enough trouble without adding that kind of thing to your record,” he said. “Now get up and get your butt in that chair.”
He should have been terrified. He’d just been attacked by an ultra. But he wasn’t even shaken. His voice was even, his breathing was unchanged and his pupils were undialated. He’d dealt with her leap of death as if it were nothing at all, as if she were no more dangerous than an angry kitten.
Again, Sonya was assailed by confusion. Her conditioning told her to obey him. Her emotions told her to defy him. Her rational mind was torn between the two and all she could do was stare at Jax, her lip still lifted in a remnant of a snarl.
“Okay,” he said. “I guess you’re going into that chair with a hot bottom.” Keep reading…