Her sentence was cut short as a very sharp slap set fire to her entire bottom. It was not hand-sized, and not organic—the material that had come into contact with her skin was artificial and hard, and as the next few slaps rained upon her skin she realized that she was being soundly paddled.
Her eyes grew wet as the sting bit through the rising heat on her bottom again and again. She strained against the restraints and squealed, “I’m sorry, please stop! I... didn’t... ow! Please! Please!”
But the trainer ignored her protests and continued to paddle her rhythmically. There seemed to be no amount of pleading that could satisfy him.
Now the paddle was truly beginning to hurt, and she started to squeal louder. How long would he spank her? Anasi had said she would not be hurt, but how long could he go on paddling her without breaking her skin? It was on fire, and now the paddling was actually too much to bear without shrieking.
And then she remembered:she must submit.
It was easier than she anticipated, letting her body relax as the paddling continued. Once she did, the slaps stung less, and though her eyes watered over, and her voice cracked, she managed to say:
“Sir, I am sorry, sir. I will be obedient now.”
As she panted the words, each one carved through her like a delicious lick of fire, even as the pang of humiliation and shame crushed her chest and lit her cheeks on fire.
A final stroke set fire to her bottom, and then there were no more. She lay bent over the table, sniffling, as the hot bite of the paddle throbbed to a dull roar on her skin.
“What do we say?” the trainer asked.
She was talking over him before his sentence was complete, hurried, ready to please and obey if only it meant that her bottom was spared from further spankings. “Thank you, sir.”
Her pussy throbbed, in spite of it all, and she felt a sticky wetness descending between her thighs when she stood upright shakily after the shackles released.
“Now. Climb onto the table and we will proceed with your cleansing.”
Chastened completely, with no strength to resist remaining inside of her, Lana climbed onto the table on all fours. The restraints locked her into place, the rods rose against her arms, and her collar clicked into place above her neck. Almost instinctively, she tilted her bottom upward, and dipped her belly.
In quick succession, she felt the same procedure performed: the cool tip of metal against her bottom, the object sliding inside of her, a sharpness as it spread, and then the filling of warm liquid. All the while her bottom burned.
The trainer inserted another metal object, and her cheeks burned with shame as he left her on the table, unable to move or even look around, on all fours with her bottom filled, as he attended to other trainees.
Soreness set in slowly, and then crescendoed to a sharp ache on her knees and hands, but she was unable to shift her weight to relieve her discomfort. The sensation in her bottom would throb away and almost subside, until the sounds of other trainees in the room—moaning, gasping in pleasure, pleading, submitting to similar treatments—would ignite the throb of humiliation anew. The minutes dragged, but each new level of pain wore down her resistance and scratched at the itch of her arousal. She had the uncomfortable feeling that she wanted to wait until she could absolutely bear no more, almost as much as she wanted the relief of being released.
When he returned, she closed her eyes and tried to fight the ache between her thighs, as she was emptied and cleaned with a cloth, and ordered to move to the next room. “I will meet you for anal training in one unit.”
Anasi did not speak to her until they were out of the room and inside the bathing area, where he moved to a bath farthest from the doors of the cleaning area and stood by one, dipping his hand into the water. “I will make your bath cooler,” he told her, touching the wall. “Get in and I will bathe you.”
Lana’s face felt hot with shame as she stepped into the shallow bathing pool and sat down. The water was a delightful temperature, and it felt good, but when her sore bottom touched it the heat made her buttocks throb.
“Turn on your hands and knees,” Anasi said gently.
Lana obeyed, remembering the scene she had seen the day before. She closed her eyes as Anasi applied water to her skin with a soft sponge. Trickles of water ran down her skin, caressing her body, dripping to her bare breasts and hardening her nipples as it dropped from them. When he rubbed the sponge gently on her bottom, her skin burned freshly, but she felt at the same time a wild excitement building inside of her. Anasi drew the sponge between her legs, making her shudder when it passed over her throbbing pussy.
“Remember what I told you,” Anasi advised gently. “If you give in to your desire to submit, you will enjoy your training and even your discipline. You may even come to crave discipline as I do. You must understand that as an Atrix, your body will respond pleasurably to your new role.”
Never, Lana thought bitterly, even though the water felt good, and her body was in fact humming with pleasure as he bathed her intimately, particularly when he reignited the burning on her bottom.
Lana could feel her body responding pleasurably to her new ‘role’ even as her muscles went rigid, as she forced herself to remember her resolve.
“I won’t be brainwashed like you,” Lana retorted, and though she meant for the statement to sound resolute, it came out shakily. Anasi smiled knowingly, and she was almost grateful that he did, because it reinvigorated her fury. How dare he? He thought he knew her? Well, he didn’t. None of them did, and she wasnotgoing to fall for any of this.
No matter what was happening in her belly and between her thighs.
“You are an Atrix,” Anasi said, a note of envy in his voice. “You are going to be delivered to the most genetically promising soldiers in the Realm. They are all perfect male specimens, and if you submit to your training, you will see that you can live a life of luxury and pleasure, with all of your needs taken care of. You will be treated like a queen—”
“And bred like an animal,” Lana interjected, though her voice came out less bitter than she expected.
The queer, infuriating, knowing smile appeared momentarily on Anasi’s lips. “Is that so bad?” he asked.
