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both of them to drink, she darted toward the door. He sighed, not giving chase, knowing his long legs were quite capable of crossing the expanse of the large tent and foiling her escape before she got to the door. Instead, he poured two glasses of vilo , a fermented fruit drink that would help soothe them both and perhaps relax her for the upcoming evening. He did so while listening to her howl of frustration. As expected, her exodus had been thwarted by his guards blocking her way.
    Unhurriedly, he set the two glasses on a table by the bed, then crossed to the door to retrieve his charge where she struggled in vain against the hold his men had on her upper arms. Once he stood before all three, he gave a brief nod and she was released, the guards ducking back outside.
    Curling a hand around her nape, he began to guide her back to the bed, but she hadn’t given up her fight quite yet. She twisted around, babbling something in her native tongue he assumed was anything but complimentary. When she didn’t get the reaction she clearly expected, she tried to squirm free of his hold. That failed too, so she struck out at him.
    He easily gathered her wrists in one hand and spun her around, more out of fear that she would harm herself than any damage her weak blows might inflict upon him. Kerr grasped her around her waist and lifted her, pinning her under his arm facing backwards as he toted her once again to the bed. Halfway there, she surprised him by wriggling in his grasp, and as Mordrun had predicted, she bit him sharply on the back of his thigh.
    “You imp!” he exclaimed. “That’s twice.” With her rounded bottom in the perfect position, he gave her a dozen sharp open hand swats. Ignoring her yelps and unintelligible shrieks of protest, he barked, “No biting!” giving her two firm spanks on her upper thighs.
    She couldn’t understand his words, of course, but the way she stiffened and ceased her struggles told him his stern tone, and what to his way of thinking was the barest of punishments, managed to cross the language barrier. He found her instant response to his dominance interesting indeed.
    A male-oriented society, on Primaria the men were the leaders and undisputed heads of the family unit, the females falling under his authority and protection. They were treated well though, honored and respected for the life-giving role they held. However, the number of women had dwindled drastically in past generations, making them precious above all else. They had strict rules, in a social order that had worked well for them for centuries, placing females subservient to the male and subject to his discipline when needed. The use of corporal punishment was not out of the ordinary. In fact, the civil council of elders encouraged and allowed it by law, within limits.
    Kerr didn’t believe in the harsh punishments deemed acceptable for women. Most of his warriors were of the same belief. Being bigger and stronger than their females, they preferred more creative punishments to earn compliance, and from his experience, such corrections were very effective. He didn’t anticipate his little alien would require more than a trip or two over his knee, her bare bottom taking the brunt of his displeasure, before she learned their ways. Otherwise, getting her to comply would come in the form of bending her body to his will, which would end up being pleasurable for them both.
    He smiled as she squirmed in his hold, the sight of her rounded behind in the clinging uniform most appealing, as was her alluring female scent which filled the air. Her resistance seemed a token display at best, not the tooth and nail battle of earlier. The way she responded to his dominance made him suspect she wasn’t a stranger to male discipline; perhaps her own kind practiced similar male/female roles. With a grin, he swept his hand over her freshly spanked bottom and squeezed. She squeaked, and if he wasn’t mistaken, pushed her curvy backside ever so