After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.
Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention center, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.
The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to start out on the wrong foot, but I can see you’re going to need a firmer hand than most of our patients here. Now, where could you have hidden the rest of the implements?” His gaze focused back on her.
She shrugged and turned away, refusing to meet his questioning eyes. Feeling his presence move closer, she shivered and held her breath. His hand reached out and gently, yet firmly, grasped her upper forearm, forcing her to stand. With his other arm, he lifted the mattress, revealing the rest of the implements she had hidden there. Swallowing nervously, she peeked up to see his expression and quickly looked away when she saw his stern disappointment.
“Now, that’s awfully naughty for a young lady like you to do, hmmm?” He picked up each one up and returned them to the drawer, each one making a loud and awful sound as it dropped down onto the wooden bottom. Chewing at her lip, she nervously waited for whatever was to happen next.
She watched anxiously as he righted the mattress and put it back into place. His hands reached back into the drawer and pulled out the brown leather paddle and tossed it on the bed. In a whirlwind of movement, he sat down on the bed and threw her over his lap. In a fraction of a second, her nightgown was pushed up to the small of her back and her panty-clad bottom was in his full view.
“No! You can’t do this,” she exclaimed, growing angrier with each passing moment. She reached back and tried to cover herself with her hand, but that only resulted in him capturing her wrist within his broad fingers. “No! Stop it! You can’t spank me, you… you asshole!”
“Such language. Sean isn’t going to like that. I suggest you learn to curb your tongue unless you want to be punished frequently.”
She jumped when his warm fingers caressed the curve of her lower backside, almost like an unspoken promise that they were about to cause pain to the sensitive skin back there.
“Your file indicates that you’ve been spanked quite a few times since your arrival, isn’t that right, Jenny?”
“Whatever, just get it over with,” she huffed with false bravado. She glared at the floor as her annoyance grew to higher levels. As usual, she could feel her traitorous body responding to the idea of discipline, something she had noticed the very first time she’d been punished by one of the guards.
Her breathing deepened as she pressed her thighs closer together, sensing the wetness that was already gathering there. The first time that happened, she thought it had been just a fluke, but when it happened a second and third time, she knew that something was wrong with her. Spankings were supposed to deter her from behaving badly, but instead her body seemed to desire them, even crave them. She felt so ashamed of herself.
As his fingers lay calmly against her skin, she couldn’t help but moan softly in anticipation. Her bottom cheeks tingled, knowing that her pale white skin was soon to turn a cherry red. His palm patted gently a few times on each side and she stiffened, held tight against his thighs. She was distinctly aware of just how large his hand was as it cupped her ass, noting that it seemed to cover one entire side all by itself.
“Please don’t,” she begged, her voice much softer than before.
“All you have to do is behave, Jenny, and you’ll be able to avoid punishments such as the one you are about to receive. A spanking will be good for your attitude and your well-being. You must accept that you are no longer in charge. Now, no more arguing. It’s time for your first punishment under my care.”
Her whole body tensed when his warm palm left her skin. The first spank seemed to echo loudly off the walls and by the time the second one sounded, she felt the sting hit her at last and she shrieked.
“Ouch!” she cried out. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
I’m feeling extremely generous today and am going to give you a second snippet! Everything about this books sounds sexy, doesn’t it? Of course it does, and I’ve never steered you wrong before!
Bonus Sexy Snippet
She felt hands touch all over her body, poking and prodding every square inch. Dean’s hands were rough, Eric’s were more clinical, and Sean’s felt kind and caring. Dean’s fingertips pinched at her nipples and her back arched off the chair. A bolt of pleasure shot from her breasts straight down to her core and her pussy throbbed in response.
Sean massaged her bottom and felt up and down her thighs. Eric prodded her stomach, clearly looking for any signs of unhealthiness that the scanner hadn’t identified.
“I found nothing more to be concerned about. Did either of you?” Eric asked.
“No. Nothing of note. But look at how pretty her nipples are when I’ve made them all hard. It’s fucking sexy.”
“Dean’s right. Look at how flushed her body is. She’s very excited,” Sean responded softly as he ran his finger up and down her right outer thigh. Jenny shivered and licked her lips, her pussy clenching at the simple touch.
“Let’s attach the sensors next before we start with the internal exam,” Eric said calmly as he typed in a few commands into the holographic touch screen.
“What do you mean, internal?” Jenny asked nervously, her tummy tying in knots.
The three men didn’t respond, but started opening drawers to retrieve things she couldn’t quite see. Not long after, they began placing small round sticky monitors all over her body, including right on top of her mound, all over her hips, and belly.
“I have the special nipple clamp sensors here. I’ll put them on her,” Dean voiced gleefully. He stood closer to her and she could see that his face was darkening with excitement. She tried to wriggle away as his fingertips grazed over her hardened peaks, but there was no escape. He pinched them, first the left side and then the right and she groaned as energy buzzed underneath her skin.
“This is going to hurt a little bit. Don’t be afraid to cry out. In fact, I’d like it very much if you did,” he growled, his gravelly voice lowering as he bent down toward her ear.
She looked down at her breasts and watched with both horrified and lustful fascination as he laid a doughnut-shaped object over her nipple. With a soft click, he turned a tiny knob and at once, it tightened around her sensitive bud. Gradually the clamp constricted her and she groaned at the sensation. He repeated the treatment on the other side and when he was finished, her nipples felt big and extremely hard. Pinched as they were, her buds ached, both with pleasure and pain. Her breathing quickened as she struggled to get used to the idea.
Dean touched the tip of each nipple and she cried out at the incredible tremors washing over her. It hurt and it hurt a lot, but she didn’t hate it. Instead, every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and ready for more. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs. There was a growing need, deep in her core, for something more, something to satiate her lust, but she didn’t quite know what.
Eric’s voice startled her from her musings and she looked up apprehensively.
“I’ll insert the device into her vaginal entrance and guide the attachment into her anal cavity. Sean, why don’t you boot up the analytical software.”
Just who is Sara Fields, you may be asking yourself…
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.
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