Free Chosen by the Governor by Jaye Peaches

it here, but also, no leather products.” He picked up a long strap, which was two inches thick and amber in color.
    Freya swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together.
    He folded the strap and held it at the ends. When he slapped it against his palm, she jumped.
    “Six. Six reminders that you don’t act unwisely. You’ll forget those spying tendencies of yours, won’t you?”
    “Yes. Sir.” Her mouth suddenly was parched. One was too many. Her poor ass was already on fire.

Chapter Six
     
     
    He flexed the strap in his hand. Would this work? How much of this deep-seated need in him for discipline would she understand? It wasn’t just about spanking her; it was everything else, the whole package. As she watched him stretch the strap and snap the two sides together, her mouth gaped slightly. Her bright eyes reminded him of the fire rabbits he hunted as a young boy on planet eleven. The name came from the amber glow of the rabbit’s eyes. The color was different in her eyes but their intensity had triggered the pleasant memory.
    He circled around the desk, approaching her from the opposing side. She was balancing on the tips of her trembling toes and her knees were knocked together, locking her slit out of sight. He tapped her heels with the end of his boot and slowly nudged her legs back apart.
    Such an ass. He’d admired many a fine ass in his time, but this girl had one that could take the crown for best ass. The lobes formed perfect semi-circles at the tops of her thighs—two smiles to greet him. The skin was smooth and until he’d spanked her, the color had been an even shade of pale pink. Now each buttock had a round red patch in the middle. His handprints had merged together exactly where he intended to strike with the strap. He’d prepared her well. Too little and the strap would be intolerable; too much and the rawness would break the skin’s surface.
    “Please don’t hurt me,” she implored. She twisted her head around and looked over her shoulders with those startling eyes.
    “I’m punishing you,” he reminded her. “Don’t expect this to be easy. You must remain in position. If you move excessively, I shall repeat the stroke.” He was resolved. He had to remain firm and consistent. It was the mainstay of his leadership technique—don’t deviate from a decision.
    Her lower lip trembled, but she kept bent over and her legs apart. He positioned himself, raised his arm, and slapped the strap across both ass cheeks.
    She bolted upright, cried out, and clutched her bottom with both hands.
    He sighed. “That one will be repeated, Freya. Back down.” He pushed her between the shoulder blades, encouraging her to return to position. She whimpered, a little sound, but complied. He examined the mark—a single line had formed a welt. He traced his finger along it and noted it was hot, but the skin was intact. The next would strike a little lower.
    He switched sides and whipped the strap across her rump with a backhanded flick of his arm.
    Once again, she jerked, but managed to halt in time. “Better. That one will count.”
    “I can’t do this,” she sniffed. “I can’t hold position.” She clawed at the smooth surface of the table. He understood. Her need to stand up was unintentional; a reaction, not a decision.
    “I can help you, but you have to trust me. I can tie you down.” He waited, gave her time to consider the option. The second red line on her bottom had lifted, giving her two parallel marks. She was so unlike the other women he’d spanked. One Vendu woman had taken thirty strikes before uttering a sound. Vendu women were hardy but often seemed to him detached and dispassionate. He had to spank them for a long time before they surrendered to him.
    “Please help me,” she finally uttered.
    He laid the strap on the table and returned to his secret supply. Implements he’d brought with him, which he’d collected over the years from various locations, including Earth with its