Give her what she craves

"Do you know what happens to rebellious young women like you?" Your voice is as low and menacing as you can make it.

"I'm not afraid Earthman, I've been spanked before." You were kind of thinking along those lines, but to have this lovely woman be the first to use the actual word somehow makes it a little less outrageous. Regretfully, you release her plump breasts. You've never felt anything quite as amazing, but there is a limit to how long you can spend squeezing those milky globes without breaking down and tearing away the skimpy tee-shirt costume. Besides, the feeling of her ass rubbing against your groin reminds you that there is more to this lovely young woman than just her fat tits.

Lying on the table just within reach is your father's old drafting ruler and it will be the perfect tool to whack this firm bottom. When he gave it to you as you headed off to college as a freshman your dad probably didn't think it would ever be used for something like this, but who knows. The antique maple straightedge is 18" long and almost 1/4 of an inch thick and although you've never before considered using it in this way you know that the thick ruler will do the job perfectly.

"How many strokes do you think it will take to impression upon you the changes that this planet of yours is going to undergo now that there are men to retore the natural order of things?" You use the ruler to trace the curve of Sandra's round ass as you ask the loaded question. The soft white cotton of your tee-shirt is stretched tightly around her backside, just barely covering her and you wonder if she is wearing panties or if she is completely bare beneath this one thin layer.

"I'll never accept that a man like you can tell me what to do, you Pig, no matter how many times you strike me." Your first experimental swat does little more than make Sandra squirm and she mocks your lack of effort. "What a pathetic weakling, I thought men were supposed to be fearsome." You realize that you'll have to spank her harder than that if you want to give Sandra the experience she is craving. The second whack is quite a bit firmer, but it is the third blow even harder than the first two that makes Sandra gasp and clutch at the table. Satisfied that you've found the right amount of **** to apply, you smack her four more times across her backside trying to keep the ruler landing evenly on the lovely target. By the time the last 'whack' lands on her raised ass, she is no longer mocking you.

"Are you starting to understand what it is like for a woman to be at the mercy of a male master?" You ask cruelly, "I think five more to make it an even dozen should be a good amount for this pretty bum of yours."

Sandra's only response is a muted groan and to settle her forearms onto the table which lift her ass into an even better position.

"You are doing very well, Ms. Morelli," You compliment her during the brief pause. By this point your breathing has become ragged as hers and your heart is beating like a drum, and not from the physical demands of swinging the ruler either. You've barely even warmed up, but the unexpected excitement you feel from putting this lovely brunette in this position and paddling her backside makes it feel like you've gone three rounds in an MMA ring.

"I hate you, Sir! You and every other man who thinks they can come to our planet and plunder its treasures." Her words make you pause, and perhaps sensing your confusion she explains. "We've studied your history, Earthman." Between soft yelps and gasps as the ruler lands on her barely covered butt she continues her defiant criticism. "Time after time when your male-dominated culture has come to foreign lands you've subjugated the native occupants and ravished their helpless females." As you finish the last five blows, Sandra's little squeaks make you more and more sure that sure that she is getting excited too. She is still yapping softly after each smack making her contempt for men clear. "Why should our paradise be any different?" She demands, "Millions of innocent prizes to plunder - oww! - sweet young women who have never even seen a male, too weak to resist ... aigh ... already you and your crew are taking your pick of fresh young maidens every night ... soon rocketships full of lust-filled Earth males will be landing to ravish this planet's living treasures ..." There is something about this coarse assessment of mankind that makes you hesitate, but by this point you are well past the point of rational thought.

You pull Sandra up off the desk and twist her around until you can see her flushed cheeks and breasts straining to be free of her skimpy costume. "That first part was just the beginning, Miss Morelli," You use the heavy ruler like a pirate might wield a cutlass tracing the curve of her breasts until you see her nipples pop. "Are you ready to see your place in this new world order?" Sandra's eyes widen but she immediately shakes her head although you see her whole upper body tremble either in fear or anticipation. "Take this top off and lay back down on the table." You can't believe you have the nerve to talk to anyone like that, not to mention the woman you've had the hots for the past few weeks, but there is something about her that makes you take the chance.

There is only the tiniest hesitation before she silently slips her arms one at a time through the sleeves and lowers the t-shirt in a bundle around her waist. She's not wearing anything under the loose top and her huge breasts swing freely as you stare at her in wonder. Sandra could be a porn star, except her tits are all natural and clearly super responsive. She lays back across the heavy table, so her head hangs off the far side and her breasts are lifted up almost like some ancient sacrifice.

This has gone way too far, way too fast, but seeing Sandra like this just drives the baser instincts that you hadn't even realized were so strong in you out into the open; with a moan almost as needy as Sandra's you step closer. As much as you'd like to grab the offered treats and bury your face between them, you decide to stick to the role of the trainer for defiant Venusian rebel maidens. You use the heavy ruler to tap gently on her puckered nipples.

"Sir, you can't! It's too cruel!" The teats that had already been puckered before, seem to grow almost another centimeter when the polished maple of the ruler touches the darker flesh. "Please, Master. you have to stop; I can't renounce everything that I was taught." Sandra surprises you with Master, but it only confirms that this is what she wants and so you slap her six times on the tits, three on each one leaving red lines on her pale white flesh. With each smack she lets out involuntary squeaks that sound like a mixture of pain, excitement and maybe even pleasure? By the time the fifth blow lands on her nipples she is no longer protesting.

"From now on, Ms. Morelli." You growl out as you finish applying the punishment. "These tasty tits of yours belong to any man who wants them." Her eyes are whirling as small tears form in the corners, "Do you understand?" With her final moan of agreement, you land the last of the sharp blows making her round globes jiggle as the ruler lands sharply against her swollen nipple.

"That's enough for tonight, girl." You tell her as she blinks away her tears. "Your training is going very well, time for you to get dressed. I have three other rebels to see tonight, I only hope they are all as cooperative as you."