“Why? Are you secretly mean?”
He smirks again, enjoying something I don’t understand. This is starting to get really frustrating.
“I don’t remember you!” My voice is a little squeaky, and a lot frustrated. “I don’t remember any of this! Did you steal me? Was I sold to you? What…”
Behind me, Sharp unfurls a silky length of cloth, which he uses to gag me so smoothly it feels practiced. They’ve made me shutup this way before. Or he has gagged a lot of girls. I don’t know which of those is true.
“I want you to listen to me,” Mr. Hot says. “We have missed you greatly, but you are going to have to pay for this. Remember that when I am punishing you.”
He picks me up and carries me through to what I can only describe as an alien lounge. There are couches, alien sized, and chairs, also alien sized, and what looks like a bar, also—you guessed it—alien sized. The furnishings are in a kind of teal blue fabric and the bar is a sort of brown wood type finish. There’s something very mid-century modern about the interiors. I almost wonder if I picked them out.
I don’t get to ask, because Mr. Hot sits down in a chair with no arms and pins me over his lap. I squirm naked and confused as he reaches out to a side table, opens it, and pulls out a small wooden brush-shaped object a few inches long and round. It’s maybe a quarter inch thick.
“Remember this?” He shows me it.
“No! That’s the point, idiot!”
There’s no more talking after that. He holds the brush in one hand, grips me with the other, and starts spanking me hard and fast.
I start yowling from the very beginning, because the first hot burst of pain shocks me. It bursts across my ass in a hot flash that is followed by a sharp ache and no part of me, flesh or mind, knows what to do with it.
I haven’t been hurt in a long time. I don’t really remember the last time I felt pain. And I absolutely do not remember the lasttime someone hit me. If they ever did, it was long before I woke up in that hospital. It better be anyway.
“Settle down, pet,” he says, pausing for a moment. “You’re not taking this well at all.”
I reach up and wrench the gag from my mouth. It wasn’t tied that tight and it just falls loose.
“Oh, am I not?” I bite his leg as hard as I fucking can. All I get is a mouthful of denim and muscle, and I don’t think it makes much of an impression on him because he just starts spanking me again. It feels so deeply unfair, like I’m being punished for something I didn’t do. And fuck, even if I did do it, this is fucked up.
I howl with rage until he lets me stand up, or I buck off his lap. Not sure if he meant to let me go or not. What I do know for sure is that my ass is burning and my pride is horribly bruised. I can’t fucking believe this has happened to me. I can’t fucking believe he just did that. He hit me. Like he had some right to do it?
He makes it worse by keeping on talking. These guys might be aliens, but they make the same fucking mistakes that human men make. He’s not reading the room, and he’s definitely not reading me.
“You’re ours, and maybe you have forgotten. Three years is a long time to be running free. It’s a long time to remember what happens when you disobey your owners. But I think you remember now, don’t you.”
Oh, god, he’s being smug about it. He’s talking to me with this tone like he’s in charge, and I’m some… animal he gets to punish as he wants to.
“Fuck you.” I spit the words. “Fuck you.”
Swearing at him isn’t enough. It doesn’t go anywhere toward making me feel better. So I slap him in the face. There’s acrackas my hand makes contact with his massive alien cheek. It makes absolutely no impression on him, but it makes the flat of my palm sting like hell.
“Easy,” he says, reaching for me. I don’t know what the hell he has in store for me, but I know I don’t want to find out. He’s not going to spank me again. Fuck that. I dart away, hurt, angry, and scared. I feel betrayed, like I trusted him and he did something so mean to me I won’t ever forget it.
“Itoldyou I don’t remember!” I yell. “I don’t know who any of you are!”
I pick up a vase, or something that looks like a vase and I throw it at the barbarian. It misses him by quite a way and smashes on the floor. The sound of something shattering is satisfying, and makes me feel guilty at the same time. Weird feeling.
At that point, Sharp picks me up from behind. He loops his arm around my waist and holds me like a sack of some kind of root vegetable. The grip makes my head droop and my feet hang. It does keep pressure off my sore, naked ass, though.
“Maybe she has forgotten,” he says. “She’s acting out of character. We all know that she knows what a punishment feels like, but the way she just acted, she might as well never have been disciplined, and we know that’s not true.”
We’re next to a wall of decor, so I grab for something else. I don’t even know what it is, but I know it smashes the same way the other thing did. I guess I’m really fucking up their alien interior design today.
“Let mego!” I yell. “Take me back to Earth!”
I grab a third thing. It’s glassy and shiny and oh… it also breaks.
Sharp still has me in his grip, but there’s plenty to hand. He tries to move me away from the breakables, but the fun thing about life is just how many things can be broken if you really fucking try.
