Two Worlds Collide (An Erotic Spanking Book) (9 page)

I was
surprised at how steady she sailed. We must be on the ocean or on a
lake with the boat not moving at all. I thought about a movie I once
saw about the end of the earth. They all got onto huge boats too. Had
the world come to an end and the men decided that this was how things
were going to be?

We
entered the lunch room. The table was already set but not everyone
was here yet. I made it my goal not to get spanked or have sex during
this meal. I wasn't too worried about a spanking. He probably
wouldn't do that to me anymore. Not now that we loved each other.
That had been the goal. Now that it was achieved we could be happy
with each other.

We sat
down on his throne. Once we were sitting comfortably the others also
sat. He gave me my goblet. He had figured out how important water was
to me. Another woman was drinking too. Her man was giving her a
different goblet after every sip. I watched the way she smiled at
him, thankful that he cared to do that for her. I wasn't the only one
suffering from Stockholm syndrome. She seemed to like more than I
did. I just wanted water.

I
smiled at Aide. Their happiness rubbing off. He smiled back. He
reached for a bowl and sunk his finger into it. He offered it to me
and I ate as if I had never done anything else in all of my life.
More people were coming in. The late comers went into the middle of
the U-shaped tables and bowed. The men who had women made them bow to
Aide too. None of the other women had clothes on. I was still the
only one. Would I stay the only one?

The
last pair came in. He looked mad and so did she. They were both red
faced (she was also red bottomed). They looked like they had had a
huge argument. I was glad we didn't fight like that. He came forward
and bowed, jerking her forward but she wouldn't bow. He grabbed her
behind her neck and pushed her head down. Then he pulled her over to
the their spot and spanked the daylights out of her. I don't think
that I had ever been spanked that hard, not even when I bite him. He
smacked and smacked at her. Did he see her crime as being that large?

Aide
didn't make me watch. Maybe this was a crime that I couldn't commit.
The others were making sure that their women were watching. I was
afraid that she might pass out by the time he had finished. He pulled
her close and let her cry on his shoulder. He hugged her and gave her
tender kisses. She had been forgiven. He wasn't mad anymore and she
had apologized dozens of times while she could still speak, he just
hadn't understood her. She clung to him wrapping her body around him
as he whispered in her ear what I felt could only be words of love.

She
reached in between his legs and massaged him. Her need for him was
obvious to all of us. The whole room was watching them. Normally I
would never do something like that but the world's oldest excuse was
proving to be very true. Everyone else was doing it.

He
opened his pants so she could better get at him. As soon as his penis
was out she grabbed on to it and pumped it in her hand until it was
completely hard. She took him inside of her and moved up and down on
him much better that I had been able to. Would Aide prefer her to me
now? She was clearly better at doing 'it' than I was.

I
leaned into him and he laid his arm around him. He rubbed my arm like
we were watching a romantic movie, like Love Story or something.

She
was getting close to her climax. Had I been that loud before? All I
can remember was that I didn't care. In fact this scene in front of
us was increasing my need for him again. I wanted him more than I
wanted to eat. I turned and looked at him. He smiled at me. Should I
pet him like she had? I was tempted, really tempted. He stared in my
eyes as we listened to both of them climaxing behind me.

I
reach up and touched his face. He smiled and shook his head. Wasn't I
allowed to touch him either anymore? I started to worry. Did he want
her? And not me?

He was
laughing at me. I hoped he couldn't read my mind. He picked up my
goblet and let me drink something. He was content feeding me. I ate
my food from his finger until I was full. I leaned onto his thick
warm chest and watched him eating and looked around the room at the
others.

The
woman with the goblet was talking to her neighbor. They talked about
back home. Apparently they had lived close to each other and had
never meet. They asked each other if the other knew so and so or so
and so. Both knew a lot of the same people.

They
talked about escape and they talked about it so openly. This was
probably their only chance to talk. No one could understand them. No
one could tattle on them.

I
looked at the woman who had been spanked. Her man was feeding her.
She looked like a changed woman. I had a feeling like the spanking
had turned her on. Could a spanking turn me on too? I couldn't
imagine it.

I
looked at the two women on my left. They were talking too. They were
talking about the woman who had disappeared. They wondered about her.
So did I. They worried that their men might not want them anymore
too. They were afraid of being spanked and being forced to have sex
in front of everyone like I had been and like the woman just now had
been.

The
funny thing was that of all the women here she looked the happiest at
the moment.

The
last woman who was sitting directly on my right was just as quiet as
I was. I smiled at her. I wasn't allowed to do more. I felt sad
again. I felt sorry for her too. Because the two women next to her
were becoming best friends she didn't have anyone to talk to. I would
have been her only chance to talk to someone but I was allowed.

I
looked up at Aide. He glanced at me for a second, smiled and
continued talking. I waited. I wanted something to drink. I didn't
need it. I just wanted it. This would be a test to see if he would
see what I wanted. He was too busy talking.

Aide
was allowed to talk, just I wasn't. I was getting grumpy. I was still
turned on and he wasn't talking to me or letting anyone else talk to
me. I felt frustrated.

He
stood me up and got up behind me. I tapped his shoulder like a child.
He finally looked at me. I pointed to my water. He picked it up and
brought it to my lips. He didn't let me touch it but gave it to me
himself, carefully tipping the cup to my lips and very lovingly
letting the water dribble into my mouth. He set it down when it was
empty and kissed me. I stood their stupidly and brought my fingers to
my lips. He chuckled as he pulled me out of the room.

Today
everyone followed us out. The men brought us into a room. The women
all huddled together. Aide pulled me to the side. He brought his
finger to his mouth and made a shh noise.

Tears
welled in my eyes but I nodded.

The
men all left. I stayed to the side watching the women hug each other
and talk to each other. The one who had just gotten spanked wasn't
here but otherwise the other five were. They tried to figure out what
had happened to us. They all spoke of bombs and fire and then just
being here. None of them were brought here by anyone. They talked
about teleportation. That was how I had gotten here too but he had
carried me.

The
funny thing had been that he didn't have any soot on him at all
although he had been there so long. I would love to hear the answer
to that one. Things weren't on the up and up here but what could I do
about that. I certainly didn't feel like I had the power to change
anything.

The
others seemed to have turned on me. They wanted to know why I got to
wear clothes, why I hadn't come in with the others and why I got the
leader.

I
shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. They all stepped closer to
me. They resembled an angry mob. I cried as they came closer to me
but I was mad too. I hadn't done anything wrong. I pointed to the
ceiling and then laid my hand behind my ear.

“You
think they are listening to us?” one asked.

I
nodded. I was pretty certain that they were. This was probably a
test. I wanted to pass. I was already feeling very sad because we
weren't together.

One of
the women turned away from me. She grabbed the hand of the woman who
sat next to her at the table.

“My
name is Kate and her name is Tanya. Who are the rest of you and does
anyone know what happened to the other women? The one who wasn't here
today?”

“Her
name was Sarah. She told me she knew karate and that she would
protect herself. The man who took her looked fine. Maybe they killed
her?” the lonely woman said, who sat next to me at the table. “Oh,
and my name is Francesca.”

“My
name is Becky,” said the woman who sat on my other side. “What I
want to know is why we were separated from the others and what
happened to them.”

“My
name is Jenny and I was a virgin before I came here. I noticed that
the women were singled out when the machine was over our . . .” She
could hardly bring herself to say it but I knew she was right. “It
was a test to see if we had yet and we were the few who hadn't yet.”

I
nodded agreeing with her. The others all nodded too.

Jenny
continued, “since I have been here I have been beaten and raped.”
She sobbed after she finished talking.

Everyone
nodded again.

“I
want to get out of here. Who is coming with me?” Jenny looked
scared. She was in a fight or flight situation and she chose flight,
but she didn't want to go alone.

“If
you know how, I'm with you,” Kate said as she looked at Tanya, who
nodded.

“Let's
try to open the door.” Becky went and stood in front of the door.
She was trying to make the noise the men did to get it to open up.

She
got it to open at about her twentieth try. We all stepped forward
surprised. I went to the door and looked out with the others. The
hallway appeared to be empty. Becky smiled at Jenny and grabbed her
wrist and pulled her out with her. They giggled as they left. Kate
and Tanya left next. I looked at Francesca, she shrugged her
shoulders and went out the door. I peeked out and looked up and down
the hall.

We
huddled together as we walked down the hall. I had no idea where we
were going but I had a terrible feeling like we shouldn't be doing
this. I wanted to go back. I took Francesca's hand.

“My
name is Melissa,” I whispered to her.

She
smiled at me and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

She
looked ready to cry too. “I miss him. I want to go back.”

I
nodded my heart was breaking too. “Should we just turn around and
face the music and get it over with?” I asked her.

“I
don't know what I want,” she sobbed.

Becky
was standing in front of a door trying to open it. It opened and she
smiled as she peeked in. “If we can get beamed into this room then
maybe we can get beamed out.”

Francesca
was bawling uncontrollably. I petted her hand but I was in despair
myself. I regretted leaving the room so much that I too was crying.
Becky was looking for a machine to beam us back.

“I
wasn't beamed in here but into a medical room far from here. There
was no machine there either. I think the voice on the intercom
controls everything.” They all looked surprised that I had talked.

“So
you are talking now. Then answer our questions. Why weren't you with
us?” Becky was getting on my nerves.

“He
came and got me. I was in a school building that was hit and there
was fire all around me. I was worse off than the rest of you. I had
been choking on ashes and soot. He appeared out of nowhere like he
was looking for me. He picked me up and then we were on this ship. He
saved my life.”

“Oh,
please, spare us. They were the ones dropping the bombs. They didn't
save your life they tried to take it and we are their sex slaves.”
Tanya was very bitter.

Francesca
was crying on my shoulder. “I want to go back to him. It hurts to
be away from him.”

“I
know.” I patted her on her back and cried along.

“Did
you two go through a brainwashing, or what? How can you forget that
you were beaten for everyone to see twice and who knows how many
times that we don't know about. And he raped you in front of us too.”
Becky seemed to be the self-appointed leader of our group.

“It
wasn't rape. I wanted him too. I needed him. Of course, I would have
preferred to have been alone with him but in the end I just didn't
care. I love him and I need to get back to him. Please, open the door
for us so we can go back. It hurts us not to be with our men.”

“Forget
it.” Becky went back to looking for a way out.

She
looked and looked but she couldn't find anything. My heart was
clenched so tightly together that I could hardly breathe. My need to
be with him was truly hurting me. I was already crying. I wanted to
fall to the floor and pound my fists against it in my desperation to
get back to him.

“This
was so not worth it. You just got us all in trouble,” I gripped at
her.

“Melsa!”
I turned and looked. Aide and his men had come in. Every man went to
his woman. I flew to him and apologized for being so very bad.
Francesca did the same. The others were off and running, hiding from
their men.

Aide
grabbed me from the side and bent me forward. Up came my skirt and
down came his hand. It hurt worse than ever before.

“I'm
sorry, so so sorry. It won't happen ever again,” I promised that it
would never happen again and I meant it. To prove my regret I raised
my behind up to his hand every time after he had spanked it down. We
both knew that I needed to be taught a lesson.

I
could hear Francesca getting a spanking too. She was begging for
forgiveness too. I saw that Jenny had been caught too and she was
screaming out in pain. Kate got caught and he slapped her hard before
he started her spanking. Did he know that she was the one had started
everything? She screamed and tried to get away from him. She was mad
at him even.