Chapter Seven
Xan leaned back in his chair having closed and locked his office door before calling his naughty pet. He routinely checked his cameras while away from the house. It had become a habit, and one carefully concealed from his girl. So when he opened the application, he’d thought it was failing—either the camera or the app—only to determine that the other cameras were fine.
That’s when he watched her through the kitchen camera, watching his little minx filling her hand to overflowing with besloor. She knew that only he and Ganza were allowed to dispense the beloved little treats. He couldn’t stop the chuckle when she shook her head and threw most of them back into the bag, keeping only a few. When it came time for her paddling, he’d give her credit for returning most of them. After running to the den to eat her stolen treats, she then threw a cover onto that camera as well. Enough was enough at that point, so he’d phoned Rowth to inform him he’d be delayed with some family issues but would meet with him as soon as possible.
Damn, he hated punishing her. Hated it more now that she was becoming sweeter and more submissive; it actually pained him—but nowhere near as much as it did her. He’d be damned, no matter how much he loved her, to let her get away with any infraction.
Blythe had begun to show maternal instincts—crying in her sleep about losing the baby somewhere, waking up in a panic patting the bed looking for her infant under the covers or even under the bed. Xan had begun to coddle her more, not wanting to upset her, and even more so now that she had begun milk production.
Just the thought of Tegan had him smiling.
How I love that baby girl of mine.
Having children wasn’t something he’d envisioned for his life—becoming the Surgeon General, yes. Commander, yes. Council of Nine judge, no. Father, no. Husband, no. And most definitely not a Master to an alien from Earth.
He returned his attention to his work comm screen, watching his girl shuffle up the stairs. He shook his head, snickering. She dragged her feet like she was walking to the firing squad.
With a shaky hand, Blythe reached out, tapping lightly on the door. On the next camera, he watched Ganza startle awake, snorting with half a snore.
He turned the volume up, not wanting to miss a word.
Ganza opened her bedroom door, and Blythe dug the tip of her toe into the carpet, wringing her hands in front of her, stuttering. “Ma’am, I …I was n-naughty, and Master s-saw what I did. He t-told me to confess to you.”
The portly woman stood, no longer looking dazed or confused. His trusty nurse and assistant –always at the ready. “What did you do, girl?”
“Well…I woke up hungry.” Blythe continued to twist her hands in front of her naked body. “I wanted some besloor, so I got up to get some, but I was afraid that Master would find out, so I covered the camera in my room before leaving.”
“Oh, you’ll be paying for that, my dear. I hope your ass has hardened up enough for the licking you’ll be receiving tonight. Did you eat any?”
“Yes, ma’am. I didn’t know there was a camera in the kitchen, but I covered the one in the den so that I could eat it in privacy. I’m sorry.” Her beautiful green eyes filled with tears.
Striding toward her dresser, Ganza pulled out a stout paddle, slapping it against her hand while she slowly stalked the recalcitrant girl. “So you left your bed without permission. Ate besloor without permission, covered two cameras, and then dared to eat the stolen treat in your Master’s den?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Blythe’s slender hands covered her backside.
“Come here.”
With a slight shake of her head, his stubborn girl stayed rooted to the floor, refusing to budge.
“Oh! So we’re adding defiance, are we?” Ganza reached Blythe’s side with two long strides, twirling her around and that paddle became a blur, turning her backside a deep red in short order.
Xan had released his cock early in the viewing, and now he stroked it, the tip moist with his pre-come. As much as he loved spanking his girl, and would get the pleasure of that task tonight, he swore he loved watching her being disciplined almost as much. And her stubborn, mischievous ways kept her backside pink whenever Ganza was around.
The nanny now focused the paddle on Blythe’s thighs, and Xan’s girl couldn’t seem to contain her dance, screeching and pleading for mercy, Xan delighting in the fact that she was finding none from her stern nanny.
“Oh! Oh God! Please!”
“Please what, girl? Please spank you until you’re raw? Should I get my strap?”
“N-no!” Blythe’s eyes widened with trepidation.
Ganza tucked the short girl under her arm, proceeding to march the paddle up and down her already blistered backside. He almost felt pity for her.
The last two swats slammed into the naughty girl’s sit spots before the nanny drew Blythe to an upright position. “You’ll stand here with your hands on your head.”
Gasping for air between sobs, Blythe trembled with her nipples pebbled.
Xan didn’t doubt for a minute that Blythe’s hot little cunt was dripping. He only wished he could dip his finger into her channel. He swore he could smell her musky scent through the monitor.
Her chest spasmed with her hiccups, and from what he could see, she’d be mighty sore for her second punishment tonight. He’d have to carefully think about what implement to use—it would have to be a short session, and with something less thuddy than the paddle that had just been used.
“Was your stolen treasure worth this lashing?”
“N-no, m-ma’am.”
“Your Master will finish this tonight. Until then, I’m betting you’ll be sleeping soundly; isn’t that right, girl?” The older woman grabbed her charge by the elbow, marching her out of Ganza’s room toward Blythe’s napping room.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I want you to fall asleep with that naughty, red ass up and uncovered, showing for anyone passing by so everyone will know this is what happens to disobedient slaves. And you’ll stay in that bed until Master Xan or I come for you.”
Xan watched his girl curl into a fetal position, her red bottom facing the doorway as directed. He envisioned his cock sliding along that deep crevice, sliding along her hot cheeks, before slipping between the puffy, wet labia, bumping on her clit, and her hips thrusting in response.
He would, of course, increase the pace and pressure his dick would take along the path from her little pink whorl and her clit, and just before they would both come, he’d pounded mercilessly into her cunt, bouncing off the mouth of her womb and pistoning into her until they both shouted with their release.
Xan fell back into his chair, his semen coating his lower belly and hand, his chest heaving with the activity.
Fuck.
The anticipation and excitement of punishing that red bottom again would have him hard before he could even get home.
Yes, the fostering system on Endermere had been a good thing for Xan, and he didn’t foresee that changing—ever.