Hello bratlings, I have something for you today. Remember Obeying Rigel? Remember the sequel series I started? It is now complete and available as an ebook download! There’s much of the material from the free series included, along with a whole lot more trouble making.
For readers new to the series, I do recommend that you read Obeying Rigel first. That is, assuming you have a fetish for continuity and things that make sense. If not, feel free to start wherever takes your fancy. It’s your life. Don’t let random authors of spanking fiction dictate how you live it.
Sadie and Rigel have settled into their one-sided polyamorous relationship, but the course of true love never did run smooth, even more so when the course of true love was pitted with well earned spankings and attempts to date other people at the same time.
As Rigel and Sadie struggle to find a balance, there’s more trouble on the horizon. Kate, good, quiet, studious Kate has discovered her brat side – and she’s about to express it with a vengeance.
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This was quicker than you expected, wasn’t it? Assuming I post this, and assuming you read it, this will be the second installment of this spanking series in a 24 hour period.
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As she raises her arm and the spanking threatens to start once more you start pleading and begging. It’s not your proudest moment, but as the pain of slaps past sears through your backside, you’ve given up all thoughts of being strong or having dignity. You just want the pain to stop.
“Please, please ma’am, no more, I can’t take it. I’m going to die if you keep hitting me,” you plead with tears in your eyes as you clutch at her leather clad leg and feel the hard muscle under her uniform.
She looks down at you. You can tell she’s doing her best to retain her stern exterior, but you’ve provided her with such amusements over the course of your short association that she’s having a hard time maintaining her professional distance.
“You’re not going to die,” she says, forcing back a smile.
“I am! I am going to die!” You insist plaintively. “You’re hitting me harder than I can take!”
The muscles in her cheeks tense for a moment as she struggles with her facial expression. “Am I now? Well, perhaps this will be a lesson to you then,” she says, bringing her hand back down in a cruel sweeping arc.
You shut your eyes and squeal bloody murder, but the next slap isn’t as harsh as the ones that proceeded it, it’s actually fairly soft. It still stings, but it doesn’t drive you to screaming desperation like the other blows did.
“Poor little baby, where have you come from to get to your age with such a tender backside?” She croons the question above you as she paddles your bottom lightly. You can’t tell if she’s mocking you outright, or if she just thinks you’re the most pathetic creature ever to walk the earth.
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As her finger brushes over your soft lips you freeze in place, too shocked to do or say anything. How dare she touch you so casually? Your heart pounds as twin spikes of outrage and unwanted arousal course through your body. She seems to have no notion of propriety when it comes to handling you.
You find some relief in the fact that her touch is in no way lecherous, rather it is matter of fact. It is the cool, professional touch of one who is accustomed to having total domain over the lives and bodies of others.
“Very strange,” the guard notes, drawing her finger away. “We will have you questioned properly after this, I believe.”
Still thoroughly shocked, you’re unable to muster a protest as she tightens the grip around your waist and lays her palm across your bare cheeks. You feel incredibly helpless as you dangle towards the floor, the warmth from her palm feeling momentarily comforting, before she draws it away and brings it down again with a heavy slap against your left cheek.
Its worse than you imagined it would be. It hurts. It hurts a great deal. It stings and it burns and no matter how you wriggle, you can’t stop the heat from settling into your flesh. She repeats the treatment on your other cheek, then again and again and you find yourself setting up a plaintive yowling as you instinctively, yet uselessly struggle against her.
“Hush, you sound like a little baby,” she says, sounding amused as she pauses to watch you wriggle about over her lap. With your backside stinging and aching after only a few slaps, you can barely contemplate what she’s going to do to you if you don’t escape her grasp somehow.
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“No! You must not remove my modesty cloth!” you shriek with all the angst you can muster. “They will stone me to death in my homeland!”
The guard looks on at your tantrum with stoic reserve as she holds you in her unyielding grip. You struggle in tempo with your tears, wondering how much she must work out to have such impressive bicep strength. Maybe she drinks protein shakes?
“And where is your homeland?” she asks.
“Transylvania,” you reply sarcastically. You shouldn’t be sarcastic. It’s the worst possible time to be sarcastic, but yet here you are, giving into the wild temptation to say something really really silly. What’s wrong with you? Maybe you need medication.
“Never heard of it, which means you’re unlikely to go back there to be stoned,” she states with impeccable logic as she draws your panties down to your knees, leaving you bared to her stony gaze. You can feel by the cool breeze on your nether regions that she can see everything the good goddess gave you. If you’ve ever been in a more embarrassing situation in your life, you can’t remember it. She hikes her knee up a little, dashing your hopes that you might maintain a little modesty throughout this ordeal and you hear her mutter something indistinguishable under her breath.
“You should know that I believe you, girl,” she says, surprising you.
“You believe me?” You crane your head around to look at her and see that her expression is incredulous in the extreme.
“Yes.” Your eyes widen as you feel her casually trace a finger across your bare, shaved mons. “This is most strange.”
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“Dumbass customer drops the hard drive!” A slim goatee wearing guy leaped atop a table, waving a trashed piece of hardware in his right hand like the severed head of a fallen enemy.
“Dumbass!” The cry was taken up by all the white shirted workers who frolicked under the fluorescent lights.
Spider stared in disbelief as she watched the employee wind up like a baseball player. A moment later, the aforementioned hard drive arced across the office, barely missing someone’s head. Obviously the thrower had done this before, for it found its intended mark with all the accuracy of an arrow shot from a master’s bow. As it slammed into the electronic recycling bin its arrival was greeted with office wide cheers of glee and an outbreak of high fiving.
Just a few hours earlier, Spider had been entirely innocent of the true meaning of the term ‘corporate chaos’, she thought ruefully, remembering how sure of herself she’d been when she arrived at the Gates of Globulex.
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