Julan purses his lips a second before he grabs me by the hips and flips me over so fast that I don’t know what’s happening before I find myself lying on my stomach on the table. “Hold her torso for me, Yamal.”
The doctor grabs my arms, bends them to the small of my back, and traps me down.
I start crying. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
My tears are in vain. He removes my panties in one quick motion, and then his palm lands hard on my bottom.
The air leaves my lungs at the unexpected sting.
He does it again and again, spanking me harder than I thought possible. It hurts. The burn grows as he continues.
When he finally stops, I’m sobbing uncontrollably. Any fight I had in me flees. I want to scowl at him, but I don’t dare. I won’trisk him striking me like that again. Both my pride and my butt are injured.
Julan rubs my bottom, his huge hand caressing me gently now. “Shhh. Your punishment is over, Little pet.”
I can’t catch my breath. I’m still sobbing.
As he continues to rub my burning skin, my crying slows until I’m sniffling. The doctor is still pinning me down, but something else is happening to my body. My anger evaporates as the pain ebbs and is replaced with an odd need. I like the way Daddy is touching me. It feels so good.
The tightness I felt in my tummy earlier returns. My private parts swell and grow wet. I don’t understand what I’m feeling, but I like it.
Daddy inhales deeply and surprises me by bending to kiss my sore bottom. “That’s my good girl. You’re going to obey Daddy now, aren’t you?”
I nod and sniffle one last time. “Yes, Daddy.”
“We’re going to roll you over onto your back, and you’re going to cooperate with the doctor.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I will. I want to please him. I didn’t like him spanking me. I can endure an exam. How bad can it be?
Julan gently rolls me to my back.
I wince when my bottom hits the table. It really burns. I still can’t believe he spanked me that hard. I’m also confused about my feelings toward him. It’s like my anger has evaporated. I want him to stroke my skin and tell me I’m a good girl.
Yamal lifts my arms above my head. When he wraps something around my wrists, I twist my neck to try to see what he’s doing. He’s cuffing me to the table!
I shift my gaze to Julan. “Daddy, I don’t want to be restrained, please. I’ll be good.”
He frowns. “The straps are for your safety, Little pet. I don’t want you to fall off the table.”
“Luna,” I blurt out.
His brows furrow deeper. “What is a Luna?”
“It’s my name. Luna.”
Yamal glances at Daddy. “She has a name?”
I gasp. How are these Venkorians so ignorant about humans? I guess they discovered our space station yesterday and decided to kidnap some of us to bring back to their planet. They underestimated our intelligence. Do they intend to treat all of us as subservient pets?
“Luna…” Daddy tries it out. “I’ll think about it.”
My eyes widen. “It’s not debatable. It’s my name.” I try hard to temper my tone, but it’s difficult. Every time he says something else that irritates me, I can’t control my instant retort.
His eyes narrow further. “I said I would consider it, pet. Do you need another spanking?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
He sets a hand on my chest. “Her heart rate is high.”
