Page 19 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“You have been warned to speak with respect,” he intoned. “And yet you continue to ignore the warnings and instead you speak to me as if I were one of your young human contemporaries, one of the men whose crotches you set aflame.”

Mika let out a gasp of shock and covered her face with her hands. “How do you know about that?” Her voice was muffled, but there was real turmoil in her voice.

“I know a great many things, Mika,” he said. “I know everything I need to know. I know that you and your contemporaries, rich wastrels, spoiled by your negligent parents, traveled to a location in which there were many thousands of others sharing the same condition and engaged in a series of decadent acts which would never be tolerated in my realm.”

“I didn’t mean to… I didn’t…” She let out a sigh and dropped her hands, looking down at her toes. “I feel like I’m explaining myself to my father.”

“I am not your daddy,” he drawled. “But perhaps I should be. Perhaps that’s what you need. A good spanking before you are sent back to bed like the bad little girl you are.”

* * *

Mika felt her pussy physically clench in response to his words. She was wet and she knew it. There was an unprecedented amount of moisture between her thighs, slicking every slight motion of her hips. This great, masterful beast of a man was making her hot and shy and embarrassed all at the same time.

“You are going to be punished, my pet,” he drawled as he reached for her. Mika was breathless as he drew her close until she was forced to tip her head back just to be able to look at the hard planes of his face, his icy eyes boring into hers.

“But…”

“You need this,” he murmured. “You have been raised without physical chastisement, I can tell.”

“It was never necessary. I didn’t behave badly.”

“Until you ran away and took drugs and wandered into the realm of a fearsome dragon king…what a mistake that was,” he purred softly, releasing her once more. “Turn over onto your stomach and present yourself.”

“Please…” she moaned softly. “No. I can’t.”

“You must,” he replied in a low growl, his voice entering a register that made her comply. He was a man who would be obeyed, and it was in every line of his hard features. It burned from his eyes. She whimpered softly as she rolled onto her stomach and waited for another dose of the king’s discipline.

His palm met her cheeks in a sharp slap that sent a blush of heat and sensation across her tender skin. She had never been physically punished, and suddenly she was glad for it. It hurt like blazes, the simple meeting of skin on skin.

Looking over her shoulder, her mouth open in an ‘o’ of shock, she saw the king’s hand sweep through the air and make contact with her right cheek with a slap that jolted her against the bed. The soft down gave way beneath her body in a way her own firm flesh did not give under the dragon’s palm. Her bottom was resilient and firm thanks to the twin gifts of genetics and a healthy lifestyle, but that firmness came at a price. His palm bounced off her bottom time and time again, imparting the full force of his punitive slaps with each and every swat. In mere seconds, Mika was crying out for mercy.

The king did not give it.

He held her in place, his large palm splayed in the small of her back as his palm continued to sting her rear.

“Are you learning your lesson, my innocent little pet?” He growled the question down at her. “Do you see how tender and vulnerable you truly are?”

“Owwwiieeyyeeessss!” She gasped the pain and the word in one long breath. “I get it!”

“I am not sure you do,” the king rumbled. “But I am sure you want the pain to stop before it gets worse. It has gotten worse with every slap, hasn’t it, pet?” He emphasized his words with a harder swat that brought a plaintive mewl from her.

“Yes!”

“Address me properly, pet.”

“Yes, my…” She hesitated and another of those swats landed in a sharp shot across her bottom. “Yes, my liege!”

“Good,” the king purred, his palm smoothing over the cheeks he had just spanked. She was sure they must be bright red. They felt swollen and very, very hot, and as the dragon king spread his palm across them, she was once again made aware of how very large he was as a man. His palm could almost span both her cheeks.

“There, you see,” he murmured. “You are capable of obedience. Remember that over the coming days. It will serve you well in your new life.”

He stood back, allowing her to scramble up from the embarrassing position, which she did. She wanted to be on her feet, but she could no longer meet his eye. It had been hard enough in the beginning when all she had was her native instinct to guide her. She had suspected then that he was not a creature to be crossed. Now she was even more certain of it. He had not harmed her. It couldn’t even be considered a display of power, either. It was something entirely different, a demonstration of her vulnerability. It left her feeling shaken and confused. The sting in her bottom was not unbearable, but it was unavoidable. Even when her gown fell back down to cover her body, she felt a shameful sense of being exposed.

“That seems to have been effective,” he mused, more to himself than to her. “Perhaps you will learn obedience quickly and this will not be so terrible for you. I think you could come to enjoy your place here in my household.”

She was not sure what he truly meant by his words, but she knew how he made her feel. There was that embarrassing wetness between her thighs growing, slicking the mound of her sex. Had he seen how her body was reacting? Did he know?

The king’s large hand ran over her head. She felt his fingers clench in her hair and gently, but very firmly, press her down to her knees. Mika did not resist him; she was glad to get closer to the polished stone floor, hoping it might open up and swallow her, save her from the shame of her reaction to his punishment.