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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

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  Chosen by the Senator

  By

  Jaye Peaches

  Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Jaye Peaches

  Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Jaye Peaches

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  Chosen by the Senator

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Chapter One

  Paige doodled another cat in the margin of the page and yawned. She’d had enough of tedious lectures. Just one more week, one more exam, and she was out.

  Professor Han droned on and on until Paige’s heavy eyelids drooped.

  He stopped, midsentence. Paige jerked her head up from where her chin rested precariously close to the desk. Two men had entered the lecture theater. One she immediately recognized—the mayor of New Phoenix, Carl Nillson. She sank into her seat and shaded her bleary eyes with her hand. What the hell was he doing here?

  The professor cleared his throat. “Class, we’re privileged to have the mayor with us today and his very important guest.”

  Paige peeked out between her fingers.

  The guest was a head taller than Nillson, which put him at over two meters. She stared, narrowing her gaze on his face. Each feature came into focus one at a time. Coal black eyes that scanned the room, smooth copper skin, and a narrow nose that twitched a little—was he amused or embarrassed by his introduction? Sitting next to her, Katie, her pint-sized roommate, giggled and turned a mottled shade of pink when he latched his eyes on her.

  Slowly, he shifted from Katie to Paige. He stared and his nostrils flared slightly, then his eyes widened into dark pits. Paige gasped and covered her mouth. She slipped further down her seat and wished she could vanish. She’d recognized him and given his reaction, which although subtle was apparent, he had also remembered her.

  Paige’s cheeks instantly boiled with shameful heat. Why today? Why her class? Couldn’t he have gone down the corridor and interrupted the lecture on intergalactic economics, instead of her Earth’s political studies?

  “Who is he?” Katie whispered. “I mean, I can see he’s not human. Too, you know, super masculine.”

  Paige shrugged. She had to pretend she didn’t know, because she couldn’t possibly explain where she’d seen him last night. “Well, obviously Vendu.”

  Katie nudged Paige’s shoulder. “He keeps looking over here. Should I wave?”

  “No!” Paige said, perhaps a little too sharply. She ducked her head down. Now she couldn’t see if he was still looking at her. The hairs on the back of her head stood on end. She squirmed on her plastic chair, suddenly conscious of each lingering mark on her ass.

  “Senator Jamen Hosta is touring the campus today,” Nillson said gleefully, “and we would all wish to extend a warm welcome to this special envoy as he familiarizes himself with Earth’s many fine institutions.” Nillson began to applaud. The class joined in.

  As the weak clapping died down, the alien visitor spoke. It was the first time she’d heard his voice. “Thank you, students. I apologize for interrupting.” A smooth voice, richly endowed with depth. Perfect English, too, with a faint trace of a unique accent. She lowered her hands, sat up a little straighter.

  He continued to address the gathering with his polished words, complimenting them on their university. Paige listened mesmerized as he expressed the importance of building bridges between humans and the Vendu. Good stuff, she thought, better than the fluff that spilled out of Nillson’s mouth.

  He ended the speech and the applause was more rapturous than the first time.

  The bell rang. Class was over. Thank God. She collected her notepad and pen and shoved them into her shoulder bag.

  Nillson’s guest was by the door shaking hands with each departing student. Paige held back as Katie hurried over to have her first handshake with a Vendu. Her fellow students, young and keen, seemed to have conveniently forgotten that this alien species had conquered Earth and stolen a whole continent. Now they were all supposed to be friends. The crowd thinned by the exit. Paige hoped Nillson and the senator would ignore her and move on.

  Senator Hosta glanced in her direction. She froze to the spot. For a second, it looked like he was going to walk over to her. However, Nillson gestured to the door and cut across the professor, who was jabbering away about his pet research project—the Earth’s Defense Council.

  “Let’s go, Senator.”

  Nillson glared over his shoulder at Paige. She got the message—stay away.

  Just as she thought she had saved herself any further embarrassment, the senator, undeterred by Nillson’s hastiness, smiled straight at her. Staggering backwards, she clutched her bag to her chest, trying to smother the thumping in her chest.

  He nodded, like a small bow, then turned and left the empty room.

  Paige slumped into a nearby seat. With luck, that would be it. Nillson wouldn’t say a thing about the tiny gesture of recognition—he had his public reputation to maintain. The senator would finish his visit and go back to his home world Halos. Nobody needed to know that the first time he’d clapped eyes on her wasn’t in the lecture theater, but a different arena.

  But why had he been there? What possible diplomatic advantage could be gained from an alien senator visiting that place?

  She rose, and cupped an ass cheek through her pants, feeling a residue of heat. She relaxed. Fuck it. So he’d seen her in her panties, bent over and being spanked, did it matter?

  Chapter Two

  The previous day

  The mayor dashed Jamen’s hope of retiring early to his hotel suite. The evening’s entertainment involved an extra item that Nillson had added to the original agenda: a visit to an establishment he recommended.

  “Your kind of place, Senator,” Nillson declared when they finished the evening meal at his residence.

  The house sprawled in all directions, rather like Nillson and his portly belly. His face, however, was surprisingly thin and his eyes close together.

  “In what way?” Jamen asked.

  Nillson winked. “You’ll see.”

  Jamen gritted his teeth. One more week in New Phoenix and his tour of Earth’s key administrative cities was finished. He had learned a great deal and was sure his final r
eport would impress the emperor, but Jamen was tired of human politics and attending cultural events. Tonight was promising to be another such occasion.

  The street they drove along was dark and poorly lit. Jamen frowned but kept his face hidden in the shadows of the vehicle.

  “It’s called the Bow and Tie,” Nillson revealed as they left the car and approached the black door of a windowless building. Before they reached it, the door swung open automatically.

  The lights were fixed into the floor and barely illuminated the murky entrance. A man emerged from somewhere and greeted the mayor by name.

  “I’ve a special guest.” Nillson cocked his head at Jamen. “Don’t want any trace of him having visited, okay?” He tapped his nose.

  The next door took them straight into the heart of the private venue. A gathering of people, mainly young, but not entirely—an elderly gentleman brushed past Jamen, swinging what looked like a thin stick in his hand. The men wore bow ties; a clothing accessory Nillson had insisted Jamen used. It wasn’t comfortable. The women wore remarkably little: bare arms, short skirts, or skintight tubes on their legs. A hubbub of voices, male and female, tussled to be heard without actually raising themselves above whispers. There was a distinctive set of sounds filtering through the hum. A whoosh, then snap, followed by a yelp or a squeal.

  Nillson, grinning, strutted by people and shook a few hands.

  “What is this place?” Jamen said impatiently. He was tired of the mayor’s games.

  A sea of people parted to expose a low dais and on it, a bent figure of a slender, pale woman, whose head dangled somewhere on the other side of a bench as she presented her bottom to the rest of the room. A strip of fabric hid her sex, but otherwise she was nude. Crisscrossing her ass were thin welts, none of which had broken her skin, but they seemed under the lights to be vivid and real.

  He turned to the mayor. “You’ve brought me to a punishment block?” A secret one, because Earthlings shunned physical punishments.

  Nillson laughed. Jamen thought his response disrespectful and pivoted on his heel, ready to leave.

  “No, wait. We don’t have those kinds of punishments, not like you Vendu. No, no. This is for fun.”

  “Fun?” Behind him came the swooshing noise and squawk.

  “Yes, like your, now what do you call them, Voltas?”

  Jamen faced the dais again. The female human wriggled her splendid bottom in a tempting fashion and whimpered. To one side stood a tall black-clad female wielding a rod.

  “How naughty have you been, Paige?” the older woman demanded haughtily.

  “Oh, very, Mistress,” the woman pleaded. Jamen detected something in her pathetic tone that sounded contrived and lacking in distress.

  There was perhaps no harm in watching.

  “Voltas are for off-world military personnel,” Jamen said. “They provide respite from fighting and relaxation. We don’t have them in the senate. They are unnecessary.” He didn’t take his eyes off the girl as she received another whack of the stick. Her bottom quivered in response.

  “Oh,” Nillson said, failing to hide his disappointment. “So you don’t have clubs like this?”

  Jamen sighed in frustration. He was fed up of explaining Vendu mating practices. “There are pleasure palaces for those that need them, but nothing is hidden. Why do you do this here, in a dingy building? What has she done?”

  “Done? Nothing. She’s being disciplined and she likes it, the spanking, the cane. It’s what she requested.” Nillson’s defensive comment was accompanied by a swoosh and whack of the rod.

  Jamen slipped past Nillson to get a better look at the young woman. He edged around the dais until he stood alongside her head. A curtain of sandy hair hid her face and she gripped the bench legs with taut knuckles. She inhaled deeply, an audible sucking between teeth followed by a lick of her lips. When the cane touched her between her legs and glided up and down her inner thigh, she moaned softly.

  The woman tapped the cane against her bare ass. “Going to be good now, ma cherie?”

  She lifted her head and Jamen glimpsed two glassy eyes, but no tears. She twisted her torso so that she was looking right at him, almost through him, then she blinked as if finding her focus. Her lower lip trembled and she lifted her chin to answer.

  “Yes, Mistress,” she said in a neutral voice.

  He couldn’t stop staring; something kept his attention and he bent slightly to level his head with hers. She blushed and shook the hair out of her watery eyes. Her face screwed up as the cane whipped another faint line across a buttock, then another and another, all in quick succession and forming neat rows. She stomped her foot on the floor, gasping for breath, but remained folded over the padded bench and if there were tears, they weren’t falling like raindrops. She was neither bound nor trapped and there were no enforcers holding her down. If she wanted, she could get up and walk away.

  Jamen hadn’t expected a human female to be so submissive. Clearly, his brother had told him the truth.

  Nillson touched his elbow. “Come on, there are other rooms—”

  “No, no, thank you. I’ve seen enough.” Jamen straightened up, annoyed by Nillson’s constant needling.

  “Well, if it’s not your thing,” he sneered.

  Jamen was under orders not to offend his human hosts. Too much was at stake to risk jeopardizing their fledging relationships with Earth. He unclenched his fists. “One more room, then.”

  He turned back to the bench. The girl was gone and the crowd was dispersing. He searched over their heads, but there was no trace of her. Pity, he thought. For the first time since he’d arrived on Earth, he’d seen someone he fancied knowing more about, especially a female who braved a place like the Bow and Tie. What made her choose to be spanked? And why the spectacle of being watched? Unlike the women of the Voltas who received training, what could this Earthling gain from being disciplined with a rod when there were far more intimate and pleasurable ways to submit?

  The next room was less inspiring. One man flogging a tall woman. More of the same perhaps, but different—the couple was playful and laughing. Nillson was right; the club was about fun and pleasure. So why hadn’t the other pair demonstrated it? Something wasn’t right.

  Nillson got the message a second time when Jamen requested they leave. During the journey back to his hotel, Jamen almost asked the mayor if he knew the girl but thought better of it. In three weeks he’d be gone; what would be the point in meeting her?

  He ignored the mayor and tried hard not to feel disappointed.

  Chapter Three

  She stuck her head out the door. There wasn’t anyone outside the lecture theater. If the mayor was really gone, she could at least avoid any further embarrassment. She hurried along the corridor to the nearest exit. The quicker she reached home, the better. She couldn’t bear the thought of exposure and having to explain to her fellow students why she went to the Bow and Tie once a week.

  Skidding around a corner, she bumped into someone big and bounced off his chest. Peeking up, she saw who blocked her path—the alien. She jumped back and hugged her bag.

  “Uh, excuse me,” she muttered. Glancing around, she spotted a few students, but nobody she knew and no sign of Nillson.

  The Vendu senator leaned a shoulder against the wall and folded his arms across his beefy chest. “Nice to meet you. Again.” He arched his black eyebrows.

  “I’ve never met you,” she said quickly. “You’re mistaken.”

  He refused to budge. “She called you ma cherie—what does that mean?”

  Mistress Marie. He was talking about the domme who had spanked her ass the previous night. Another visitor to the club, but this one had come from Marseilles. Paige closed her eyes and sighed. “My darling. It’s French. I guess you don’t know French. Your English is excellent.” She had to admit he had a body of a barbarian but was clothed like a smartly dressed executive. The Vendu were physically stronger than humans and built to fight. She barely re
ached his shoulders.

  “Thank you.” His eyes gleamed. “I worked hard on learning your language before I left Halos.”

  The big planet at the center of the Vendu Empire—Halos. He had come a long way and here he was, chatting up a student. Why? And where was Nillson?

  “The mayor?” She rose up on tiptoes and peeked over his shoulder.

  The corner of his thin lips twitched. “I escaped. He offered to take me back to the hotel, but I prefer to walk. Would you accompany me?” He pushed himself off the wall.

  “Which hotel?”

  “The Canyon Oasis? Not too far for you?”

  She shook her head. He was staying in the grandest hotel in town. She’d never stepped foot in it. Most residents of New Phoenix lived in the high rises built after the Vendu invasion had destroyed most of old Phoenix. The hotel was a recent addition and part of the ongoing rejuvenation of the city. It had taken decades to recover from the destruction and slowly, cities all over the planet were re-growing and people were returning from the country, where they’d lived in relative safety. The Vendu hadn’t touched the rural provinces and left much of it unspoiled; consequently, more and more virgin land had been cultivated. They were running out of fertile soil.

  He held the door open for her. The sun was dipping behind the tallest buildings, casting shadows down the street. Canyon Oasis was three blocks away from the campus.

  Senator Hosta strolled while she practically jogged to keep up with his long legs. “Why were you waiting for me?” she asked.

  “I am curious. Nillson thought I would enjoy visiting the Bow and Tie.” He slowed and she ceased trotting.

  “And you didn’t?” She moved the bag to the other shoulder. Her books weighed a ton and the heat of the sun was cooking her.

  “Allow me.” Before she could protest, he slipped the strap off her arm and effortlessly carried the bag as if it was made from feathers. “No. I had not asked to go.”