His Pet Is Put In Her Place

“I think you have forgotten your place. I think it has made you anxious and guilty. I think I need to take some time to remind you. On your knees, pet.”


He pointed at the floor in front of the chair, and when she did not move, he reached out, took a big handful of hair at the nape of her neck and scruffed her down to the floor. In spite of her misery, a little smile appeared on her face. Vitomir’s handling always made her feel small, contained. He was right, she needed that now more than anything. He grasped her chin to make her look up at him, his golden eyes focused on her with dominant determination.


“But nothing. I don’t want your mind on anything or anyone beside me,” he said, keeping her chin firmly between his fingers. “Worry about pleasing me. Nothing else. Understand?”

His hand slid between her thighs, found her pussy and laid a light slap across her lower lips. “You’ve been quite the rebellious little thing lately. Punishment is in order.”

His fingers landed harder against her soft slit and she gasped, reaching down to grab his wrist.

“Uh uh, pet,” he chastised her. “Move your hand.”


“Move it.”

She whimpered and let his hand go. He pushed her legs further apart, rubbed her slit, then spanked her pussy again, his eyes fixed on hers as he punished her sex with swift little slaps that made her pussy swell with damp arousal.

“No matter what happens, you’re my pet,” he reminded her. “You are under my protection and I will not allow any harm to come to you.”

“I almost got shot out of the sky today,” she reminded him. “You can’t stop harm coming to me.”

“That’s true,” he admitted. “No matter how much I try to protect you from others, if you run into danger, I can’t stop it. Obviously I haven’t made enough of an impression on you about obedience.”

With that, Vitomir swept her legs up into the air and landed a slap on her bottom, holding her in a very embarrassing position with her knees almost at her chest as his palm whipped her cheeks.

“Okay! Okay!” she gasped and wriggled, though the position didn’t really allow for any movement at all. “I’m sorry, I am!”

“You’re sorry because I’m thrashing your bottom,” he said, his palm landing all the harder on her soft cheeks.

“I was sorry already! I promise! I was!”

Her cries did nothing. He had not punished her so thoroughly in a very long time, and Lilly had almost forgotten what it felt like to be pinned down and simply spanked like a naughty girl. Vitomir was thorough, covering every part of her bottom and even painting the backs of her upper thighs with swift punishing slaps.

“Owwwwwwwieee!” she gasped. “I’m sorry! I get it! I should have… owww!”

The spanking left her skin very hot and tight and sore, but the more he spanked, the more the little chalice between her raised thighs grew wet. She could feel her juices start to spill over the little dams of her lips and run down the crevice of her bottom and coat her inner thighs as she squirmed under his punishing hand.

This is an excerpt from The Dragon Lord’s Pet… buy the book here!