Pets 2: Pani's Story (10 page)

When he hooked the back of her underwear, Judy clamped her legs tightly together, but he still pulled her panties all the way off, dropping them to a frilly heap on the floor. She shivered, her gaze firmly locked on the bare tile floor, staring hard and fixed as if the force of her will alone could burn right through them and keep her stoic through what she knew was coming next.

He laid his hand upon her bare bottom, the sheer size of it almost covering both cringing cheeks at once. The heat of his skin on hers induced one last, furious wind-milling struggle where she whacked her knees against his thigh and the seat of the kitchen chair, jabbed her elbow into his side, threw her head and shoulders madly about until she had the start of a really good headache, but she still ended up every bit as trapped across his lap as she’d ever been.

“I hate you,” she hissed, her eyes burning. Not with tears, she stubbornly told herself. She wasn’t going to cry this time. She was a rock. He could beat her all night long, and she still wouldn’t cry.

He rubbed a single roving circle, up around her hips and sweeping down across the backs of her thighs before coming to rest again upon the summits of both clenching cheeks, smoothing over a target already so red and tender that even this slight touch curled her toes with the hurt of it. Softly, almost lovingly, he asked, “Who are you?”

“Judy,” she snapped, her voice cracking despite her stubborn determination to stay strong and defiant. “My name is Judy. I’m Judy!”

His hand patted down once, a much softer version of what she expected. He knew it too, because all he did was caress another circle upon the surface of her bottom, soothing away the involuntary jolt that stiffened her. She even yelped through tightly clenched teeth, her legs kicking up behind her, ankles crossed in near mindless anticipation of what she knew was going to hurt enough to break her completely. Except that it didn’t hurt. At least not yet.

Her stubborn determination faltered.

“What,” he asked again, his tone light and filled with exaggerated patience, “is your name?” Cringing under the touch of his hand, Judy gave in. “Pani.” He spanked her then, a single snap of his wrist that nevertheless bounced his hand sharply off her already rosy bottom and sent a shock of intense discomfort radiating up her back and down her legs.

Judy snapped her hands back, her legs scrambling to run but the very tips of her toes barely reached the floor at all. He waited until her struggles waned and she once more lay still across his thighs, already breathing hard as she tried to anticipate how bad this was going to be from 43

that one, single smack. She clutched at her own bottom until he took her wrists and pinned each one up against the small of her back. Once more his hand had unhindered access to the target he so enjoyed punishing. There was no other explanation for it. Judy was trapped on an alien world with a man who liked to spank, who looked for any reason whatsoever to indulge in such activities and certainly she had given him no shortage of excuses. She sagged in place, already beginning to cry despite all her determination not to.

“Who am I?” he asked, his fingers lightly caressing the left half of her buttocks where the flesh was the most tender.

“Papa,” she answered, brokenly, and then threw back her head with shriek after shriek as the caress turned sharp and biting. Five quick slaps left her bucking and squirming, grinding her hips into his thigh in her fervor to put out the fire that was already licking back up beneath the surface of her skin. “Papa. You’re Papa!” she wailed and his hand came once more to rest in stillness upon the summits of her nethercheeks.

This time when he caressed her, the rasp of his palm felt more rough than soothing and she squirmed, clenching in to keep from trying to wriggle away. “Now, say the rest.”

“P-Pani,” she groaned, her writhing suddenly seeming to fall in line with the rubbing of his hand. She couldn’t control her own hips. They rocked and arched, shivering under each circling caress, as if eagerly seeking some measure of comfort between each burst of painful correction.

“Property of…Papa.”

Her toes curled again as she repeated that list of numbers. Halfway through, she brought her feet up, once more trying to cover her bottom but he caught her ankles and pushed them resolutely back to the floor. He shifted, finding a way to keep her feet from interfering again when he scissored her thighs between the vise of his.

“Ow,” Judy moaned, every muscle in her body locking in dreaded anticipation. “Ow ow ow!”

He didn’t leave her waiting for long, and this last part was the worst by far. Hard and fast, his hand clapped over every inch of vulnerable flesh and launched her into such a fervor of writhing that, by the end, all Judy could do was hang limp across his knee and sob. All that she could feel, beyond the searing fire that was absolutely roasting her from behind, was a bone-deep weariness that left her quite simply exhausted. She lay there when it was done, panting and wailing, aching and feeling intensely sorry for herself. She was sweating she was so hot, and even though his hand had ceased its relentless attack, the heat continued to flare under her skin, growing hotter and hotter by the minute, impossible to ignore and equally impossible to extinguish especially when she couldn’t get her hands free to rub.

Eventually his grip on her relaxed and Judy slid from his lap, collapsing on the floor at his feet. On hands and knees, hardly able to see through her tears, she crawled away from him, woundedly dragging herself into the nearest corner where she huddled in misery. Her bottom hurt so much, she could barely stand to touch it. She sucked two rapid breaths, hissing them through her teeth when she tried, skimming the tender summits with the barest tips of her fingers before Papa’s snapping fingers caught her attention.

Wasn’t it over yet? Trembling, Judy swiped the tears from her eyes long enough to look at him. She might not understand the garble of words he spat at her, but when he crooked his 44

finger and beckoned “Come here” had a universal look to it.

She hesitated, her hands hovering protectively around the swollen outer edges of her bottom.

Going anywhere near him was the last thing she wanted to do.

Scratch that. The last thing she wanted was to end up back across his knee again. For anything. Ever.

So back onto her feet she climbed because there was just no way in hell that she was going to crawl to him. There were only fifteen or so feet separating them, but as she took that first one to close the distance, her hands crept automatically behind her, vainly attempting to shield all the places she’d never be able to protect once she reached his side. It was such a childish thing to do, and by the time she reached the end of his knees, she honestly hated herself for not being strong enough to defy him completely.

He caught the tip of her chin between thumb and forefinger, raising her face to his. Twin tears trickled from the corners of her eyes as she waited, not daring to pull away, protectively framing the swollen heat of her buttocks and praying that a second round of walloping would not be called for. As absorbed as she was in trying to anticipate his next move, she didn’t even see the napkin in his hand until he covered her nose with it.

Stepping back was sheer reflex but his free hand promptly caught the nape of her neck, holding her in place. Judy opened her mouth just to keep breathing, which was when it occurred to her that his intent was likely not to smother her. She went nearly cross-eyed as she looked first from the napkin and then back to him. When he simply waited, she gave in and blew. Her humiliation dropped to a whole new level of childish lows as she let him wipe her nose for her.

She imagined she could still feel the heat in his spanking hand as he found a clean section of the napkin with which to wipe the tears from her face. She caught a really good glimpse of his palm when he tugged the ribbons from her braids, and his skin hardly looked red at all. Or sore.

It probably wasn’t even tingling, and how unfair was that when here she was hardly able to move!

Her breath came as a shuddery gasp and another belated tear slipped past her lashes to wander the length of her flushed cheek. He caught it with the pad of his thumb, then pulled her in closer to stand between his slightly splayed knees. Gently so as not to pull, he combed out both braids with his fingers, and Judy let him. She sniffled, her head bowed, letting him touch her however it pleased him. At least he wasn’t spanking her anymore. She drew some comfort from that.

With her hair untangled, Papa stood and quietly left the room. Judy remained exactly where he’d left her, sniffling now and again, but she didn’t even look at the front door. Not even to check and see if it was locked. In fact, the only move she did dare was to reach for the discarded tissue so she could blow her own nose. She swiped at another stray tear with the back of her hand and was just returning the wadded tissue to the side table where he’d left it when Papa returned, a hairbrush in his hand.

Her instant fear—that he intended to use that on her now too—was allayed with the light passing of his hand over the crown of her head as he sat back down again. Instead of spanking, he began to brush out the copper-colored tangles that his fingers had missed.

“Good Pani,” he crooned, the caress of his hand following the path of the hairbrush until the 45

bristles passed smoothly through her locks from crown to waist.

Judy sniffled, but held miserably still while he wove her hair back into those little-girl braids and retied them with the ribbons that matched the forest green of her dress.

“Good Pani.” The tip of his finger tucked just beneath her chin, lifting her face until she couldn’t help but meet his eyes.

“Good Pani,” she echoed without enthusiasm, just so he’d know she was paying attention, and that seemed to please him. He smoothed his hands over her tear-tracked cheeks, his thumbs passing across the shells of her ears before ending the caress with a teasing tug at her braids.

Judy sniffled again. She looked around for the tissue, but he found a fresh one on his desk and gently wiped her nose again. His gaze drifted to her mouth even as he passed the clean folds of the napkin lightly across the bow of her lips. They stared at one another; Judy barely recognizing the strange look that came over his face a bare instant before, cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, he leaned in to her and pressed the heat of his warm mouth to hers.

He kissed her once, softly, experimentally, anything but parentally as he tipped his head, his lips parting as he coaxed for hers to do the same. His warm palm cupping her cheek, he kissed her again.

Judy stiffened, eyes wide, her hand reaching out to push him away but finding his knee instead. Her quick-drawn breath held inside her as he nibbled her lips with kiss after tender, tiny kiss. His two-finger touch just under her chin vanished, allowing her to pull away if she wanted to, and when she didn’t, reappeared upon her shoulder to caress another slow path down her back to her hips. The heat of his palm rasped across skin so hot and sensitive that she couldn’t help but gasp, and that minute parting of her lips was taken full advantage of. He deepened his kiss, invading her mouth, tasting and exploring her in a way that didn’t feel anywhere near as alien as it should have.

Judy trembled; the burning, aching, throbbing of her bottom, so soundly spanked only moments before, becoming...confusing as he moved to cup them, holding the fiery mounds in the palms of each hand, neither rubbing not squeezing and yet somehow still causing the heat to spread. It moved deeper inside her, the throbbing ache of it intensifying into a wholly different need when it settled in between her thighs.

His wandering hands caressed their way back to her face, cupping and holding her, so gentle and yet strangely stronger than Judy could break free from. She was so completely unprepared for this that all she could do was stand there, her hands on his knees, her eyes closed, and her lips moving ever so faintly under his. Until their mouths finally parted, but even then it was Papa who pulled back, drifting away just far enough to look at her, his brows quirking in a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

Judy touched her mouth, her lips tingling beneath the press of her trembling fingertips. That trembling became even more pronounced when, twice her small hand notably hesitating, she reached out to cup his cheek in a much more shaky echo of the way he had touched her. She kissed him back, a faint and timid, entirely maidenly brush of her lips to his and then she pulled back again, once more pressing her fingers to her tingling mouth. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. But then she felt battered, and she felt bruised, and in the lostness of it all was it really so wrong just to want to be gently held and touched and maybe even cherished, if only just a 46

little bit?

Tears flooding her eyes all over again, Judy reached for the only person on this whole miserable world who could and would hold her. She climbed up into Papa’s lap, burying her face against his chest and letting his arms wrap tight around her. She fell to pieces there, accepting what comfort his embrace offered and doing her best all the while not to think about any of it.

If nothing else, when he held her close like this, at least he couldn’t spank her.

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In the passenger side of Papa’s (for lack of a better word) car, Judy squirmed to get comfortable in the buckles of what amounted to a giant-sized carseat. Tak’buh was taking no chances; the child’s seat was buckled into the car, she was buckled into the seat, and her hands were tied into a leather, muff-like sleeve. Like a giant Chinese finger puzzle, the more she struggled, the tighter it became until she could barely wiggle her fingers much less pick her way out of all these fastenings. Not that she was trying all that hard anymore. The minute Papa had started the bullet-shaped vehicle, all of her attention had been swiftly rerouted towards anticipating the sudden fiery crash that would no doubt claim both their lives any second now.