Thistle felt a persistent tap on her cheek and heard a deep rumbling voice saying, “Thistle, wake up, sweetie. Girl, time to get up. Hey, Thistle, wake up, girl.”
Opening one eye, she saw Artemis staring at her with his mesmerizing golden eyes and long dark hair draping down both sides of his face, she resisted the urge to run her fingers through the silky length. His angular jaw and high cheekbones gave him a regal look, and in her imagination, he fit the title of Dragon Warlord better than any fantasy she could have made up in her mind.
He smiled at her, a dimple showing to the right of his mouth and this time, still half asleep and not thinking clearly, she reached up and gently poked her finger into the dimple.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he covered her small hand with his huge, meaty and calloused hand.
She instantly remembered how much his hand hurt slapping her panty covered bottom, the sting more than any spanking she’d ever received in her past. A shiver overtook her body, and she trembled from head to toe, goose flesh breaking out on her skin.
“Whoa! What was that for?” His dark eyebrows shot up into his forehead.
“Uh…nothing.” She looked around and realized that she was lying in a barn on a bed of hay, and Onyx was in a stall nearby eating. She hadn’t woken when he moved her off the dragon.
How exhausted am I?
“Nuh-uh. That wasn't anything, don’t lie to me. Why did you shiver like that?” His eyebrows furrowed and the nostrils on his long thin nose flared.
The skin on her backside crawled, his tone carried a warning that she was already familiar with. “I was remembering…your hand is so big…and attractive…but scary. And…well, I remembered how much it hurt.” Her cheeks flushed, and the blush quickly spread to her neck as well.
The corner of his mouth kicked up into a smile, and he winked at her, his eyes twinkling. “I’m glad you remembered how much my hand hurt your little ass.” He erased the smile, replacing it with a stern glare, his eyebrows knit in disapproval. “It’s too bad you didn’t remember that when you bit me and disobeyed, putting all our lives at risk by yelling at Rhython.”
She squirmed, the hay rustling under her and poking through her dress to aggravate her slightly sore bottom from her last spanking by this huge Warlord.
“That’s right; you need to wiggle uncomfortably, you’re going to be punished again, bad girl. You’ll realize quickly that this planet, and in particular, I don’t tolerate defiance well, and as a woman in our society, we feel the best way to deal with such disobedience is with a bare bottom spanking.”
“But…but you already spanked me tonight.” Unbidden tears filled her eyes, and she swore she would have done just about anything to avoid this unpleasantness.
“It doesn’t matter to me that you’ve had one or ten spankings. When or if you do something that deserves consequences, those repercussions are received as soon as possible.” His hands grasped her, and with nothing more than a gentle tug he pulled up to stand before him.
Thistle had to arch her neck backward to see him, her nose coming to the middle of his chest. “I’m sorry.” She hated how small her voice sounded, and knew that this was only the beginning of her humiliation.
“Not as sorry as you will be. You’re a grown woman, and I’m pretty sure you know how to behave better than that, and have been trained to obey orders, especially orders that are issued for your protection.” Artemis pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly. “I know you’re probably still sore, but you asked for this.”
Thistle sniffled, tears tracking down her cheeks and she wished she could stay cocooned in his embrace all night, she’d never felt so secure…and safe. Nothing in the world could harm her or come near her with this huge strong man protecting her.
“Let’s get this over.” He walked her down the center aisle of the barn, to a stall that had no straw and a small stool and wooden chair. Propping his leg up on the stool he scooped her up by the waist and plopped her over his leg, successfully keeping her off the floor and unbalanced.
Thistle screeched and grabbed onto his leg with both hands to steady herself, kicking her legs behind her, hoping to throw herself off his leg.
“Stay still.” He punctuated the order with a hard, crisp slap to her dress covered backside.
It was then that a male voice, one that shocked Thistle into gasping, that interruptped Artemis’s punishment. “Artemis, would you like me to bring you a kneeling bench or a table to bend her over?”
“Nah, thank you, Zayvoc, I prefer this position, it keeps her completely under my control and close to me.” As he was answering, he pulled her dress up and with no delay hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down to her knees, leaving her bottom and sexual charms exposed to not only the Warlord but to this man in the barn as well.
Are there other people in this barn? Doesn’t he care about my dignity at all?
“It appears that she was spanked recently.” Zayvoc whistled low. “She’s gonna be a sore little girl tonight.” The man chuckled, obviously enjoying the prospect of her being spanked twice in one night.
“I’m not little! And who the fuck are you?” Thistle looked over her shoulder at the mammoth man and tried valiantly to escape from him with no success.
Instead, Artemis slapped her bottom vigorously, slamming that meaty hand in an irregular pattern from her thighs to the cleft of her ass, setting it on fire. “And, Zayvoc, it appears that this little brat will get a good taste of some solosic sauce as well.”
“Well-deserved from what I can see. Who is this, she looks exactly like Satin?”
“This, good Sir, is Satin’s twin sister. She wanted to come here, escaping her family. It appears it has become my job to show her what her new life will be like here. She’s been over my lap twice now, and it’s been less than a few hours since we met.”
Leaning down to make eye contact with Thistle, Zayvoc said quietly, “Just so you know, ma’am, this is normally a very calm and pleasant man, you’ve brought out a different side of him this evening.” Zayvoc slapped Artemis’s shoulder. “Good luck to ya, man. Enjoy the task; she has a great ass.”
“That she does—that she does. And I plan to give it a nice red hue before I’m done.”
It was with that last statement that Artemis began to slap his hand on the meatiest part of her ass, the sharp slaps making her buttocks wobble. He marched his hand up and down her bottom, including smacks to each thigh.
Thistle had sworn that she would keep silent, not crying or shouting. She’d show him how courageous and grown up she was, not crying and whining like a small child, but taking her punishment like a woman. But within just a few spanks, she found herself groaning and murmuring with each swat. Her cries of “ow” and “ouch” became more and more until they were a long string of those two words.
It was then that Artemis focused most of his spanking to her thighs, increasing the intensity and rhythm, until she’d given up and sobbed openly, tears cascading down her face, wetting the barn floor below. Her hands reach back to protect the inflamed flesh, but he expertly grabbed both of them pinning them to the small of her back.
Her pleas for mercy and swearing she’d be a good girl forever seemed to land on deaf ears and she had begun to worry that it would never end, a bit of panic lacing her cries and keening. But exhaustion took over, turning her frantic sobs into pitiful wails, her body limp over his strong muscled thighs. He ceased spanking her bottom and rubbed her freshly paddled cheeks, squeezing them in an attempt to ease the pain, but she swore that he made it worse, but not wanting to increase his wrath she kept that complaint to herself.
“I’m s-sorry. I w-will listen. I promise.”
“I’m sure you will, baby. You’re such a good girl, you were just nervous and not knowing how to behave, but now that you know you’ll be good as gold. I have no doubt.” His voice was low, and barely a whisper, soothing her frazzled emotions.
When her sobs eased into hiccups, and her tears ceasing, Artemis grasped her by the waist stood her before him, tucking the back of her dress into the neckline, leaving the whole of her bottom exposed, and looking down she realized that she’d lost her panties in the skirmish, and she searched to find them.
“Oh no, don’t worry about those yet.” Reaching down he scooped the white panties up, shoving them into his pocket. “You’re going to stand in the corner over here in this stall for a bit. I want you to think about how you’re going to give us a different impression of who Thistle Tempest is tomorrow. I want to see a completely different woman, or we’re going to tussle again. Now go and think. I expect answers when you come out.” With a small pat on her bottom, he nudged her toward the corner.
This was her first experience with standing in the corner, and Thistle vowed to avoid it at all costs, her tears refused to stop, and she felt small standing her with no panties on, her bare bottom facing the barn…and whoever was still in there.
What was it I was supposed to think about?
The task had been to think about how she’d behave differently tomorrow. And she would too. This couldn’t become a common occurrence; she’d speak in measured words and tone, not offending anyone, especially the large man who was quietly staring at her spanked bottom now.
Slowly turning her head, Thistle looked over her shoulder to see where Artemis was.
His dark countenance was looking directly at her, his eyebrows knit in anger, his eyes narrowing and he swiveled his forefinger at her indicating that she needed to turn around. “Unless you want me to paddle that red hind-end some more, I suggest you face that corner, little girl.”
Jerking her head forward she stuttered, “Y-yes, Sir. I’m s-sorry, Sir.” She wrung her hands in front of her and feared that she’d made a bad decision in escaping from Zelora.
What if I hate it here? How will I return home?
The prospect of being often spanked in a foreign land, run by large Dragon Warlords and huge fire-breathing beasts pushed her to the brink of despair, and although she struggled to hide her cries and anxiety, she choked on a sob, the tears breaking forth from behind her restraint and she succumbed to the melancholy and forlornness. Covering her face with both hands, she openly wept, self-pity becoming her friend—it seemed her only friend at this point.
I’ve made a terrible mistake!
Arms like tree trunks grasped her under her arms, and behind her knees, and looking up through her tears, Artemis had her cradled in his arms.
“Oh, sweetling. Why are you crying like this?” He lightly kissed her cheeks, sitting in the nearby wooden chair. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
Her chest heaved with her sobs and hiccups, and for a while, she couldn’t speak and feared he would think she was defiant and start punishing her all over again. She couldn’t handle another spanking, not for a while at least. “I …I can’t…speak…I’m not bad. I’m a g-good girl.”
“I’m sure you are, sweetling. All evidence tonight is to the contrary, but I do not doubt with some sleep and supervision, you’re a very good girl.” He brushed the hair from her face, swiping at the tears that wouldn’t relent.
“My bottom h-hurts.” Her lip pouted, and she wasn’t looking for sympathy, not directly at least, she just wanted him to know that he’d gotten his point across and she was well and truly sore.
He chuckled, “I’m sure it is. That’s what happens to girls who don’t listen. You could have gotten us all killed. You won’t do it again, will you baby?” His voice softened with the last question; he wasn’t stern, just truly curious.
“No, Sir. I’ll be good.”
“I know you will because anyone can see that you’re a very good girl. Just as pretty as you are sweet.” He pressed her to his chest. Swaying with her in his arms. “Tell me why you were crying so hard, girl.”
She didn’t know how to tell him the truth and wasn’t sure sharing her fears and concerns with him was wise at this point. After all, she had just met him.
“Tell me.”
His tone brooked no disobedience, and since she was still lying in his lap with a very sore bare backside, she didn’t want to push any limits with him. “I’m afraid I may have made a mistake by coming here. What…What if I don’t fit in…or I’m in trouble all the time?”
He held her head tight to his chest, kissing her hair softly. Artemis’s heartbeat thumped under her ear, the scent of leather, basilisk, and sandalwood comforted her anxiety.
“Well, you just said that you’re a good girl, and I promise that we’re all very nice. We believe in discipline—harsh and immediate—but we are also loyal and protective, and you’ll see that we’re gentle, caring men. We care about what is ours.”
She looked into his golden eyes and saw warmth and kindness that eased her worry. Pulling in a shaky breathe, her hiccups eased, and her eyes blinked slowly with sleep.
“No-no, no sleeping yet. We need to see King Quinn at the castle, along with your sister and Prince Quinn to discuss the battle and your capture.” He eased her into an upright position, his hands on her hips steadying her until her knees stopped shaking and locked into position
“B-but…I need…May I, please have my panties.”
“I did contemplate making you walk in with your red, spanked bottom exposed, but since you’ve asked so nicely, I’ll give them back. But rest assured, brat, if you misbehave they’re coming down. Clear?” Fishing her white underpants from his pocket, he dangled them off of one finger in front of her waiting for her answer before turning them over.
“Oh, no. Would you do that, Sir?”
“Yes, I would. Don’t doubt what I’d do for one moment, and if you’re smart, you’ll never dare me. It wouldn’t be prudent.”
With a nod in her direction, he then moved his finger closer to her, offering the panties.
Quickly snatching them before he changed his mind, she donned them, gasping when the elastic scraped over her welted bottom. “Ow!”
“A sore bottom will keep you compliant and submissive.”
The man showed not a smidgen of remorse or pity for her sore backside, but his tenderness when it came to her tears and worries, showed his real nature.
Maybe I’ll be happy here.
He spun her around, tugging the dress from her neckline and smoothing it over her hips. Then raking his fingers through her hair, he expertly tied it into a pony tail and turning her to face him, wiped at her face pronouncing, “There you’re ready for our meeting. Come along, let’s not delay, they’re waiting for us.”