Not so clean

My victory was short lived however as I stood up quickly and was met with the stares of the thousand other inmates of the facility. In my desperation to get free I must’ve failed to notice that the machine had dragged me all the way to the canteen. With a panicked yelp I slapped my hands over my privates and quickly broke into a sprint, however either I tripped on something or someone else tripped me up because the next thing I knew I had fallen onto a table and face first into someone else’s food tray. I looked up, wiping porridge from my eyes as I was met with the angry stare of Staren, a Sontaran enforcer for various crime syndicates. While his round, potato like head and small stature did not look intimidating, I was all too aware of the strength that he possessed.

“You impudent boy!” He barked, with militant authority. “Interrupting the allotted meal break of a Sontaran?! Such a tactic is a dishonourable war crime! But that’s still no excuse.” I tried to get up but he pinned me to the table with a hand on my back. “And no armour either! I admire your bravery and boldness!” I relaxed a little bit, thinking that if I had appealed to the Sontaran’s sense of honour then I would still live to write another page. “However, I can’t be too merciful. I’ll let you off with some light disarmament!” And with that he picked me up and bent me over his knee.

I only had a few seconds to process what was about to happen before the first slap made contact with my bottom. I’m afraid to admit that my response to it was a high pitched squeal, as with the next slap, and the next, and the next. Normally when it comes to this type of foreplay I’m on the Dom side, I never knew how painful it was to be on the receiving end. And I also discovered that I’m not that keen on having an audience for such things, everyone in the canteen had stopped eating at this point and had formed a large circle around us for the duration of the spanking.

I don’t know how long it went on for, all I know is that it couldn’t have ended sooner. When Staren finished I rolled off his knee exhausted and onto the floor before jumping up wide awake when I landed on my bottom. Clutching my pained posterior I ran out of the canteen, completely forgetting my state of undress, and went straight to the infirmary.

My bum was as bright red as my cheeks by the time the robotic nurses got a look at it, and it was also burning intensely. They had to place a special healing cast all around my hips in order to soothe it. While it was certainly better than the pain the cast did limit my leg movements and **** me to waddle around slowly, and while it did mean that my buttocks and pussy were covered and I could just focus on covering my breasts I still looked utterly ridiculous in it, mostly because it looked exactly like a nappy.

Still it was only for the one day. The nanites were reprogrammed and I was given a stormcage uniform to wear this morning, although it didn’t matter as everyone got a very good look yesterday. I also had the cast removed a couple of hours ago and my bottom feels better than ever. But now I have to sign off for today, I hear the familiar groan of my husband’s ship and I’ll be damned if I’m staying here a moment longer. Hopefully he’ll be able to come up with something.