“I need to make sure you’re not hurt anywhere else,” he rumbled.
He unfastened her fly. Rona tried to bat his hands away, but Zeth grabbed her wrists from behind and held them down by her sides.
“I’m not hurt!” Rona protested. “I swear.”
“We still have to check,” Zeth said behind her. “Sometimes when your adrenaline’s going, you don’t notice an injury.”
Murdok dragged her jeans down around her ankles. She didn’t have any panties on underneath. Her only pair had become Murdok’s keepsake. She was completely exposed down there.
Rona glanced to one side. A small crowd was gathering around the mouth of the alley to see what all the commotion was about.
“Please!” she hissed. “I swear I’m not hurt.”
Murdok ignored her. He carefully inspected both of her legs, then her bare bottom. Once he was satisfied she was telling the truth, he stood up and towered in front of her, glaring.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Rona. A very, very bad girl.”
Her skin seemed to tighten all over her body, and the blood drained out of her face.
“I’m sorry I ran,” she stammered. “I-I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Running is the least of your infractions,” Murdok said. He swiped his fingertip through the trickle of blood running down from her neck and held it up in front of her. “You injured yourself with a knife. Then you almost got yourself raped and kidnapped by that piece of shit.” He gestured toward the man, who was now lying motionless on the ground nearby. “That behavior is unacceptable, woman. You’re gonna have to be punished.”
He nodded toward Zeth.
The young Merc was still holding Rona by the wrists. He turned her around so she was facing the side of the alley.
“Hands on the wall,” he said.
“Wait! What’re you—”
“Hands on the wall,” Murdok growled.
He gave Rona a slight push. With her jeans down around her ankles, she almost lost her balance, and she had to press her hands against the wall to keep herself from falling.
“Stop it!” she shouted. “People are watching.”
“I don’t care,” Murdok said. “You should have thought about that before you decided to act up in public. Zeth, hold her for me.”
The young Merc placed his hands on her back, keeping her bent over.
“Don’t move,” he told her. “This will be much easier if you don’t resist.”
“If I don’t resist what?”
WAP!
The blow jolted Rona’s entire body. It was such a shock, it took her a full two seconds to even realize where she’d been struck (her bottom), and by what (Murdock’s open hand). By the time the reality of the situation had started to sink in, a second blow had landed, this time on her other cheek. It was so sudden and unexpected, Rona could scarcely believe it was really happening.
But itwashappening. Murdok was spanking her, and he was doing it in public, with a crowd of people looking on.
Murdok smacked her bottom two more times, once on the left cheek, once on the right. Her skin burned where his hand made contact. She cried out in pain and shame.
And wetness trickled down her inner thigh.
No way,she thought.No way. This can’t be happening.
But it was. Murdok was spanking her, and she was getting wet from it. Her pussy was throbbing with arousal, the same way it had done yesterday when Murdok had searched her, whenAeron had rubbed himself against her, when Zeth had kissed her in bed.
