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panties down to greet my trousers at my knees and exposed my naked bottom.  I was mad especially when I felt the curls of my pussy rub against his lap. 
    Julian’s fingers stroked the skin of my bare bottom for the briefest of moments and instantly I felt the unexpected heat of desire swirl inside my stomach.  I widened my eyes shocked that such a simple reaction could produce a fiery reaction.  But it was to be short lived and quickly replaced by blushing humiliation and shame.
    His palm cupped one of my buttocks tenderly, almost lovingly as he braced his arm across my back and pushed down hard but not painfully to hold me in place.  I was trapped.
    “Please, don’t hurt me.  This is so humiliating.  I will do whatever you tell me.  Please let me go,” I am ashamed to say I begged.
    I was about to spanked and disciplined by a stranger.
    “No, Amanda.  This is for your own good.  It won’t hurt too much.  I will be gentle on you this time but if you continue to push me by being reckless with your safety then I will take my leather belt to your beautiful rump, baby girl.  Make no mistake.  This is an important lesson for you to learn,” he patted my bottom as he spoke then gave it a gentle squeeze just before he brought his palm down hard across my bare bottom.  “You could have been killed.  We Trian warriors are skilled knights, forged from our ancestors on the ancient battlefields of Trianon in service of our monarch, on our planet in the Balan Quadrant of the Andromeda universe, millions of light years from Earth.  He could have killed you instantly or violently claimed you as his own.”
    I howled in response shocked and surprised at the sting of the blow and the strange information he was imparting to me.  Before I knew it Julian rained several more hard slaps down upon my bottom curving them accurately with a practised stroke to catch the tender backs of my thighs where they met the swell of my buttocks.  The pain was hot, searing.  Shame burned my face and my tears spilled over.  I could do nothing else but lie still and accept my punishment with as much dignity as I could muster.  He was so strong and every effort I made to raise myself from his knees was stopped easily. So this was what it felt like to be spanked as a grown woman by a dominant man.  A dominant alien man?  Maybe I was going mad!  The humiliation of being spanked was almost too much to bear.
    Yet my negative feelings were to be crowned with a warmth that made me slick and pliant between my thighs.  It was made worse with every blow pushing my pussy down on to Julian’s legs until it ground against them.  My clit rubbed against the material of his black suit trousers to the point it was soaked in my milky juice.  I became more afraid of the fact I might leave a damp patch against his thigh for him to view with amusement when he had finished disciplining me.  The more Julian’s firm unforgiving hand struck my bottom to discipline my waywardness the more I dampened to the point that if he decided to take me I would be prepared for him and obediently willing to his needs.
    Angry and in fact highly disappointed at my feelings I cursed him out loud.  The slaps became harder in response until I sobbed begging relief, vainly attempting to placate him with false promises I would be more mindful of my safety and conduct.  I was a strong independent woman now and he could not just do this to me.  I would be my own counsel regarding my safety and not him.  The sooner he learnt that the better.  But I had little hopes I would be able to convince him.
    My bare bottom was burning with the strength of a furnace when Julian delivered his final strike and I was sobbing quietly like a punished child.  He massaged my bruised cheeks with the heel of his palm to soothe the ache before bending to brush his lips against one of the fleshy mounds.  His lips were cool, soft and gentle.  My vagina stirred with lustful need again.  I