Captain Sarnath

The human female placed the discarded robe on the bed and stood before him naked. As she had done before, she tried to hide her chest mounds. Sarnath gently tapped her arm with the end of his riding crop.

“Hands at your sides, human. I need to see all of you.”

After another moment’s hesitation, she obeyed. As the firm, pink tips of her mounds came into view, Sarnath felt the blood rushing into his groin, and his mating appendage became rigid with desire. He had known from previous experience that this might happen, so he had worn a traditional Rakese loincloth beneath his breeches, bound extra tight to hold his member in place. He did not want his body’s involuntary impulses to interfere with the dispensing of discipline.

While he studied the contours of the human's naked body, he held his riding crop in both hands and gently flexed it. The implement was a traditional part of a Rakese military officer’s uniform, a throwback to his species’ primitive past.

In the old days, before the aliens of the Convenant had come to Rak and jumpstarted the planet’s technological revolution, Sarnath’s race had lived a primitive existence. Rakese tribes had dwelt in simple huts and sustained themselves through hunting, gathering, and limited agriculture.

And they had warred.

Back then, the battles they had fought had been minuscule compared to the conflicts that awaited them once they took to the stars. In those olden times, an army might comprise only a few thousand warriors from a small handful of allied tribes, and they would do battle using weapons fashioned by hand from wood and stone. The leaders would ride at the head of the army astride varkaryodon steeds, which they would control using simple reins and primitive riding crops. Later, when the armies of Rak had traded their war animals for flying ships, the crops had remained as part of the officers’ uniforms, symbolizing power, authority, and most of all discipline.

Sarnath’s crop was not made of wood and leather as the ancestors’ had been. His was constructed of synthetic materials. However, it was every bit as effective for meting ot punishment if necessary.

He placed the end of his crop under one of the female’s chest mounds and lifted it gently. The flesh there was soft and cushion-like, making it well suited for receiving punishment. However, when he ran his crop lightly over one of the erect pink buds, the female gasped and shivered, indicating that this region of her body was hypersensitive.

No good. Sarnath wanted to displine the female, not torture her.

He decided to look for a different target.

The end of his crop moved down her body, sliding over the smooth surface of her belly. As part of his preparation for this mission, he had learned about human reproduction, so he knew that human female’s carried their offspring inside their bellies for a period of time before releasing them into the world. For a moment, he imagined how S’vana’s belly would look with a baby swelling it, and his appendage throbbed painfully.

What was he doing? He needed to focus.

When it came to discipline, her belly was out of the question. There were too many valuable organs beneath the skin. He did not wish to risk damaging them.

“Turn around.”

This time, the female complied without hesitation or resistence. She turned away from him and presented her bare backside for inspection.

Sarnath stepped closer, and the scent of the female grew even stronger in his nose. He used his free hand to sweep the soft purple hair away from her upper back. Her skin was exceedingly smooth. The area was relatively broad and flat compared to the rest of her body, which made it a viable target for discipline, but the proximity to her spinal column concerned him.

His eyes drifted lower, until they lighted on her rump.

Another surge of arousal flowed into Sarnath's member, and he let out an involuntary groan. He quickly cut his eyes in the direction of the other three Rakshas bearing witness, to see if they had heard him.

They had not. Their attention was all focused on the naked human.

Sarnath’s gaze returned to the female’s firm, round rump. Perhaps this was a suitable target for discipline? The flesh here was plump with fat, much like the glands on the female’s chest, but surely not as sensitive. She used that ample backside for sitting, after all.

Sarnath decided to inspect further. He prodded S’vana’s bottom with the end of his crop, then followed up with a very light test slap. The female gave a small gasp that seemed to be born more of surprise than of pain.

Perfect.

Sarnath moved around beside the human female and pointed to the bed with his crop. “Bend over and place your hands on the bed to steady yourself.”

The human turned and looked at him with wide eyes.

“What? Seriously? You’re going to spank me?”

“I’m going to discipline you, S'vana. Now, bend over.”

This time he growled the command. He had not meant to put any real emotion behind that growl, but it came out sounding more aggressive and intimidating than he had intended. That was the female’s fault. Her very existence threatened to bring down the structure of self-control that Sarnath had so carefully cultivated over many cycles. He had never met a creature who challenged him in that way. He would have to be exceedingly careful during the administration of discipline to the little human. This was going to be much harder for him than it would be for her.

Fortunately, Sarnath’s growled command had the desired effect. The female immediately bent over and spread her hands against the surface of the bed for support. That was good.

But not perfect. And Sarnath demanded perfection in all things.

“Spread your feet wider, human. Wider...”

With his boots, he gently coaxed her ankles apart until she had assumed a wider stance, which would provide more lateral balance. It also had the unintended effect of spreading the cheeks of her rump, thereby giving Sarnath a glimpse of the holes nestled between her legs.

“That’s better,” he said, finding it hard to keep his voice steady. “Now tilt your hips up... higher...”

The human female complied, and he was able to see even more of her. Inside his breeches, his mating appendage pulsed and leaked a surprising quantity of pre-seed fluid.

“Perfect,” he said at last. “Just like that. Now, are you ready, human? Are you ready to receive your discipline?”

The female clutched at the sheets and nodded silently.

“Say it,” Sarnath demanded.

“I’m ready for my discipline.”

“I’m ready for my discipline, sir,” he corrected.

The little human female tossed her hair and glared defiantly back at him over her shoulder. The dark centers of her eyes looked like a pair of guns trained on him.

“I’m ready for my discipline, sir!” she said hotly.

At the same moment, the pheromonal scent of her body seemed to increase tenfold within the room. Sarnath knew he wasn’t merely imagining that, because he heard the other three males let out a simultaneous groan behind him.

He understood their pain. His mating appendage felt like it was going to explode with arousal, and it took all of his discipline to keep from whipping it out and manually relieving his agony.

He needed to get this over with, and quick.

Using the tip of his riding crop, Sarnath caressed the female’s bottom, first on one side, then on the other. Once he had selected his precise target, he drew the crop back, held it for a beat, and then brought it down again with a sharp THWACK!