An excerpt from my Sapphic Kink exclusive…

Most struggled somewhat with the punishment. Halo had indeed been remiss in some disciplinary and exercise matters. Whilst most of the unit huffed and puffed and struggled to get their shoulders off the ground, Sakura seemed relatively indifferent to the order. She did push ups twice as fast as anybody else, alternating between the standard kind and one-handed push-ups, and a few where she pushed right up off the ground and managed to clap her hands together before catching herself on her palms again.

“That’s enough showing off,” Deven said, stopping next to her girlfriend.

“Is it? I thought maybe it wasn’t enough, seeing as I got grounded,” Sakura said pertly. She made ready to press up from her low position, but found it quite impossible as the sole of Deven’s boot was placed gently, but firmly on her upper back. Pinned beneath her commanding officer, Sakura made a little squeak of complaint.

“You want to give me lip, girl?” The question was drawled into a sudden silence, broken only by the panting of out of shape B.R.A.Ts.

When Sakura took the sensible option of making no reply, Deven removed her foot from Sakura’s back and jerked her head toward the door. “My room. Now.”

Without another word, Sakura got to her feet and left on the double, head up, knees high, marching like the good little soldier she certainly wasn’t.

Deven followed in her wake, but first stopped at the ship’s intercom. “Ray, your mission is cancelled. All B.R.A.Ts are to return to their quarters. Including you.” She thumbed the intercom off with a slight smirk, then followed in the wake of her girlfriend.

She found Sakura kneeling on her bed and looking almost penitent. Deven was not fooled. Sakura could be at her most mischevious just when it looked like she was submitting.

“You know better than that, don’t you?” She asked the question as the door slid shut behind her.

“Maybe,” Sakura admitted. “But you…”

“Me nothing,” Deven corrected her. “This is about you, and your behavior.”

“But I was going to go down, Halo chose me!”

“Halo isn’t going anywhere either,” Deven said. “It’s plainly obvious this entire unit needs to be overhauled before they do anything.”

“She still chose me.”

“Wrong,” Deven said. “I chose you. As my girlfriend. As my submissive. Remember?”

Sakura nodded, looking a little bit guilty. “I remember.”

“I expect your obedience, Sakura. Especially when you don’t want to give it. I also expect good behavior, even when you’re upset. That’s what it means to be mine. Submission doesn’t mean a thing if I only get it when you want to give it.”

“I know.” Sakura lowered her lashes and looked at her knees. She was starting to look guilty. Very guilty.

“So when I give you orders, I don’t expect you to out-brat every single B.R.A.T in this outfit, understand?” Deven’s voice was hard and stern, laced with disappointment that made Sakura sniff where she sat.

“I’m sorry… I…”

“Strip.” The word was a verbal blade cutting through Sakura’s stammering.

Sakura looked up wide eyed. “Wha?”

“You don’t need clothes. You’re not going anywhere.”

Blushing, Sakura began removing her clothing. Though she had been naked with Deven many, many times, it was different when she was ordered to strip. And it was different when Deven remained unrelentingly clothed. Deven knew that. She knew precisely how Sakura felt, what it meant when she wiggled her hips and lowered her eyes and bit her lip without even knowing she was doing it. She was a picture of adorable contrition, but it wasn’t going to get her out of trouble.

“All of it.”

Sakura had peeled off her uniform, but it was not enough. Her bra and panties soon followed and then she was as naked as naked could be, every inch of her body bared to Deven’s firm gaze.

“Look at me.”

Sakura raised her eyes to Deven and watched as her lover’s gaze travelled her body. For a long moment, Deven paused, just drinking her girlfriend’s beauty in. Soon there would be tears and slapping and heated flesh, but in that moment there was nothing but the quiet and the elegant curves of a body that was hers to take, to love, to protect as she saw fit.

Sitting on the bed, Deven reached for Sakura, pulling her into position. She could have asked Sakura to put herself in the right place, but there was a certain something to be gained from showing her girl just how easily she could be handled.

Despite her size, Sakura was one of the most physcally agile and strong women on the ship. But none of that mattered when she was sliding over Deven’s knee, her legs spread, one on either side of Deven’s thigh so that her mound acted as a fulcrum over which her bared bottom swayed.