Holodeck Hell (part 6)

27Mar19

holodeck6

Part one here

Tzara tried to catch her breath, and not only from the brisk pace Galen was setting. His threat to spank her had rattled her and a cascade of competing thoughts tumbled through her brain. She was so far out of her comfort zone that even her extensive xeno-training was no help. Also she was pretty sure that her discomfort was about to grow.

His grip on her arm was steady as he led her through a series of doors and up a wide twisting staircase to what appeared to be an opulent set of chambers. The walls were hung with vivid tapestries set against rich red wooden panels. However, the pace of their steady march left her little time to take in the décor.

Here and there were servants and soldiers and Tzara blushed as she was all but dragged past them by the arm like an errant child and forced to endure their smirks and sniggers. It was obvious that no one was in any doubt as to her fate.

“Look, we can talk about this,” Tzara complained.

Galen barely slowed as he turned to look at her mid stride. “Oh that is very much my intention. We are going to have a very long talk about your misspent past and your imminent future,” he said sharply. But he still seemed more amused than angry.

Finally they arrived at two ornately carved doors with a dozing token guard. The startled man came to attention and then hastily made to open the chamber.

Galen did not break his stride and as the doors parted he pulled a stumbling Tzara into the room.

The wall was more window than stone and the view was breath-taking. Even in her apprehension Tzara had to do a double-take. There was also a huge four poster bed, the four columns of thrusting twisted wood reaching for the ceiling. It was wide enough for three or four people to lie crosswise, she noted, and she suspected that they probably had at one time or another.

Galen let go of her arm and regarded her sternly. “I hope you were paying attention as to how to get here,” he said and then divesting himself of his long frock coat, he tossed it onto a chair. Then one by one he set about removing the rings from his fingers. “I will summon you often.”

Tzara swallowed, she hadn’t a clue which way they had come, but just then she was more concerned with what he was doing. With the rings set down on a small bedside table he began to roll up the sleeves of his white silk shirt.

“My lord, please, I am still sore from yesterday, you can’t really mean to…?” she licked her lips nervously and reached to the back of her gown. “I haven’t done anything,” she whined.

Galen regarded her quizzically for a moment and then went to sit on the edge of the bed. “I know your type,” he said, “Proud, and in your own way, accomplished. I bet you were the queen bee in your village. Even the men took note when you went by. Not just of your beauty, I would wager. I bet you always have something to say, ready to judge your betters and belittle those of a lower station.”

Tzara felt her mouth go dry. If by village he meant the ship then she had to admit there was something in what he said. “My lord, please, I…”

Galen crooked his finger at her and then patted his lap.

Tzara felt her mouth go dry and there was strange fizzing disconnect in her head. This wasn’t happening. She was an officer, for goodness sake. She should defy him and take the consequences, but that thought made her quail as she remembered the dungeon.

“My girl, you are going to go across my knee for good long hard spanking and there is nothing you can do about it,” Galen warned and beckoned to her again.

If I surrender now… not completing the thought, but her legs made a decision for her and she found herself taking two or three hesitant steps towards him. It was enough. Galen reached out and took her hand and this time instead of pulling her, he led her to standing alongside his right thigh.

“Please, this is so embarrassing,” Tzara whispered.

“I could take you back to the Great Hall,” Galen said sharply, “Then while the servants clean up you could go and stand in the corner.”

Tzara felt a surge of panic and blushed furiously. She remembered Lucinda.

Galen was merciful and without further debate he toppled her forwards so that she was bottom up over his lap.

“Ooh,” Tzara squealed. But she only began to struggle when he turned up her skirts to expose her bottom.

“A little sore, you colour up so nicely. Oh and I see we have some small bruises here,” he said commandingly. His fingers were tracing the intimate spot between her thighs where the beam and pressed into her. “Bruises are for here,” he added and spanked her once sharply and across both bottom cheeks.

“Ah,” she gasped. That one spank stung and she wriggled.

“You will be spanked and spanked often,” Galen warned her. “If you defy me then things will get a little sharper. If necessary you will spend some time in the dungeon and believe me, last night I went easy on you.”

Tzara was breathing fast and steadily while her eyes flicked back and forth. She knew protests were futile and anything else would be humiliating. She wished that she did not enjoy the sensation of his hand on her bottom so much. Then he flicked a single finger more deeply and she gasped.

“I am going to spank you,” Galen said leaning in low and squeezing her behind. “What am I going to do?”

Tzara worked her mouth and hoped his question was rhetorical.

Galen spanked her once and growled, “What am I going to do?”

She was panting now and her face glowed hot. Then literally swallowing her pride she rasped. “You are going to spank me my lord.”

Galen spanked her once more and she yelped.

“I am going to give you a spanking? What am I going to do?” Galen pressed her.

“You are going to give me a spanking my lord,” she panted.

He slapped her again. “I am going to give you a good sound spanking on your bare bottom, what am I going to do?”

Tzara squirmed and just then she wished she was anywhere but there. “Please my lord, I won’t…”

Galen spanked her sharply once and then thrice more. “What am I going to do?”

“You are going to… to give me a good s-sound… sp-spanking on my… my bare bottom,” she managed. She was mortified.

Galen gave her a 30 second burst of spanking that stung and she gasped and bucked. “Do you deserve it?” he asked her at last.

Tzara swallowed and then with a sullen pout she said, “Yes my lord.”

His hand spanked her harder than she remembered and she tried not to cry out. But after what seemed like hours she began to make a mewling sound. “What do you deserve?” he asked during a pause.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she tried to get her breath. “A good sound spanking my lord,” she acknowledged.

He ran a slow finger between her bottom cheeks and felt the moisture gathering deep between.

Tzara let out a gasp and began to squirm.

“You told me what you deserve, now ask me for it,” he ordered.

She lay mouth-breathing and almost enjoying close contact with a man. She arched her bottom and offered him her sex. Maybe she could distract him.

“Answer me,” he growled.

Tzara took a deep breath and whispered, “Please my lord, give me a good sound spanking on my bare bottom.” With those words she let go of something she couldn’t name that she had been holding too close for a very long time.

Galen spanked her sharply and followed the slap with another less than a second later. This set the pace for the next five minutes while Tzara twisted and groaned, not entirely from the sting as spank followed spank and her bottom stung until it burned.

To be continued..



4 Responses to “Holodeck Hell (part 6)”

  1. This segment is smoking hot! Loving this new series….well done, DJ!

  2. 2 Brian

    I look forward to whatever is next. I am enjoying your blog more than I expected when I first looked at it. Please keep up the good work.

  3. 3 GentBB

    This is serial is entirely wonderful. Thank you so much
    GentBB


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