by Rose St. Andrews
Demi lay on the bed and sobbed. Her life was in a downward spiral and she saw no hope of fixing it, no light at the end of the tunnel, as her dad used to say. No, if anything, the light in her tunnel was an old fashioned train coming right at her. Frankly, she welcomed the idea: a quick and painless death to end her suffering.
"Dem-me, are you all right?" a familiar voice said behind her.
Snapping up to a sitting position, she stifled her tears, and wiped her face before turning to face him. She managed a small smile. "Tyne, how many times have I told you, it's pronounced 'Demi'!"
"I am sorry, but there are aspects of your human language that still escape me. Again I ask, why are you troubled?"
"It's nothing, I'm fine. I have to be going. Your beds are all made; fresh towels are in the bathroom."
She moved for the door, but he was easily able to block her. They made for quite a pair. She a petite (a hair under five-feet) yet muscular young woman with a pageboy haircut (she liked keeping her black hair super short), and he a Florian. Tyne was part of the delegation from Planet Florian, the newest planet to join the Confederation, and they'd been on Earth for a month now negotiating the terms of the treaty. The Florians were quite the beautiful race: incredibly tall (seven feet was the minimum height), long golden hair, and features that made them look like elves or some other mystical beings. That first day, when they arrived at the diplomatic hotel, Demi had been smitten by Tyne, and been deeply moved by the fact that he treated her (an ordinary maid) like a real person.
Most people didn't, especially her ex-husband.
Tyne knelt down so they were almost face to face and scoldingly wagged his long index finger at her. "Dem-me, do not lie to me. What is troubling you?"
She stood there and hung her head, a tear trickling down her cheek. "The hotel is cutting my hours."
"Cut... hours? Ah, they are reducing your workload. That is not acceptable. Do you not have a high debt and must struggle to get your ends to come together?"
"It's 'make ends meet', Tyne," she said with a weak smile.
He cupped her tiny chin in his large hand. "At least it made you smile. Is there not something to be done for you?"
"Tyne, that's very sweet of you to ask about, but I'll deal with it. I can look for a third job and see if the casino will give me an extension."
"Cas-ino? I thought your debts were with financial institutions."
"Banks, we call them banks, and yes, most of my debt is with them, but my ex also gambled a lot, and left me with the debts at the gambling places."
"Ah, yes, our lead ambassador was taken to one of them. She found your games of chance quite intriguing. The whole concept of calculating odds and probabilities is fascinating."
"Yeah, well, my ex did a lousy job at that kind of math. Anyway, I have to go if I want to keep this job, minimal as it is."
"Very well, but do not make any decision in haste, perhaps I may yet provide help to you."
"That's sweet, Tyne, but I don't see you being able to do anything."
She darted out of the door before he could say more, and before he could see the tears running down her face. Once she was done cleaning and making up the other rooms, she headed to the employee changing room, and got ready to go to her next job. She had a little time, so she got on the hotel's Web Link, and pulled up the job listings for the area. It was the sort of thing she should do at home, but she couldn't afford to pay for access.
She didn't find anything.
Sadly plodding out of the service entrance, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Tyne, Ambassador Calypso, and the head of the human delegation were waiting for her.
"Um, is-is something... wrong, sirs and Madam Ambassador?" she squeaked.
"Miss Crane, might we have a word with you," Adam Green said.
"Ah, of course, sir, is something wrong?"
Tyne smiled. "Not at all, Demi, we have a proposal to put before you."
They went inside to the manager's office and laid everything out to her. Part of the treaty stated that each member of the Florian delegation would select a human to visit them on their world at some point in the future, once the treaty was formally adopted by their planet and the Congress of the Confederation. Well, it seemed Tyne had made his selection.
Her.
His offer was quite simple: she was to come and live with him on Florian, serve as both his guest and housekeeper, and he would cover her debts.
"Tyne, that is most generous, but... me? I'm nobody, I'm nothing. Don't you want your guest to be someone... special?"
He smiled. "No one is nothing, Demi, do not ever say that again or think like that! You are very special to me, and so it is you I select as my visitor, no one else. If you refuse, I will not give my consent on the treaty."
Ambassador Green pulled her aside. "Demi, Miss Crane, do I have to remind you how vital this treaty is to the Confederation? I did some checking, you are deep in debt. If you refuse, I've been empowered to inform you that all of your debts will be called in!"
She cringed. She was trapped and had no choice. Yet, she didn't really feel trapped. In fact, she was rather excited by the whole idea, and was prepared to accept. She was just so surprised that someone so wonderful and gorgeous would want plain old her.
"I agree," she said simply.
In less than a week, all the details were done, and Demi found herself sitting in among the Florians as their ship approached the Jump Gate out near Jupiter. She felt very tiny alongside the others, all were at least seven feet tall, and she definitely didn't feel qualified to be there. They were all statesmen and women, and/or scientists. She had a high school diploma and had never even journeyed to the moon colonies.
Tyne's large hand patted hers. "Everything will be fine, Demi; ours is a world of peace, and none of our people have ever even seen a human. You will be quite popular."
"Oh? Well, that does make me feel better."
The Gate activated, the ship moved into it, and they were surrounded by the swirled multicolored lights of hyperspace for close to ten minutes. Demi remembered a few things from her lectures before departing and she realized that Florian was very far away! When they emerged from the other Gate, she got her first glimpse of the planet.
It was incredible! A beautiful blue-green planet, lush and covered with seas and white-capped mountains, and encircled by wide rings. Demi didn't know people could live on such a world. Once they landed in the spaceport, she truly understood just how rare she was, and what an attention-grabber. The terminal teemed with aliens from at least a dozen different worlds (most of which she didn't recognize), yet all eyes were on her as Tyne led her through immigration.
She felt like a rock star!
"Tyne, a word please," a man said.
He turned. "Yes? Ah, Dr. Glyph, what brings you here today?"
His eyes fell on Demi. "Your new bride. I was informed of her arrival and that she was an alien race that had never been here before. So, a full exam is required. Shall we?"
"Ah, yes, I had not thought of that. Yes, Demi, come along," he said, taking her by the hand.
They were marched off to a private room, and her jaw dropped at the medical equipment arrayed before them. It looked like some sort of operating theater combined with a gynecologist's office! The door locked behind them and the doctor slipped on gloves.
"Madam Tyne, if you would undress and get on the table, we will begin."
"Huh? Wait a minute. Madam? Bride? Tyne, what the hell is he talking about?"
Tyne's face took on a slightly greenish hue (their version of blushing). "Apologies, Demi, I should have told you sooner. Under our laws, because I covered your debts, technically that makes us husband and wife."
"Holy shit! Huh, what's the ancient saying, a shotgun wedding? Okay, we'll deal with that later, but I'm not getting undressed in front of a stranger, I don't care if he is a doctor!"
"Demi, it is a matter of public health and safety. We cannot risk contamination. Now, do as the doctor orders or... I will be forced to use domestic discipline on you."
"What?!" she screeched, backing away from him. "Tyne, I'm beginning to suspect this was a trick to get yourself a little slave girl from Earth. You so much as touch me and I'll rip you to shreds and go home."
"Demi, calm down and be reasonable. You cannot go home, there are no ships going to Earth for at least six months, and then there is the matter of your debts. Now, just comply with the doctor, and we will go home."
"No!" she snapped.
"Tyne, your little human is most troublesome. Are you sure you wish to keep it?" Dr. Glyph said with a smug grin.
He smiled and nodded. "Quite. She is most lovely and loving, and I care deeply for her. She is merely undisciplined, which I will correct, right now."
Tyne sat in a large chair (well, large from Demi's point of view), pulled her across his lap and... Smack! His huge hand just about covered her firm bottom. Demi's jaw dropped and her eyes grew large. Never in her life had anyone done that to her. She was so shocked; five spanks had landed before she found her voice and could protest.
"Tyne, stop this at once! Ouch, you can't do this to me, I'm a grown woman."
The doctor chuckled. "Goodness, Tyne, you have linked your star to a fiery comet. Sure you can handle her without getting burned?"
"Oh, she will work out. She is sweet and caring, and I love her very much."
Demi gasped again. She knew Tyne cared for her, but he'd never used the 'L' word. Now she really felt bad. Despite the spanking not hurting very much, her eyes filled with tears, and she sniffed as she fought the urge to bawl. Instead, despite the humiliation of the situation, she gave in.
"All right, ouch, you win," she choked out.
"There, you see, Doctor," he said happily. "My little one can be reasonable. So, Demi, you will behave and do as you are told, yes?"
She seethed at being spoken to like a child, but, frankly, in her current position that's what she felt like! Given their size difference, she felt all of about ten across his huge lap, and her hands and feet didn't touch the floor. And there was that hand, his large and supple hand that just kept spanking her defenseless bottom. She was in a simple little green dress and matching panties, and they seemed quite thin right now. Then there were her new found feelings for Tyne. They tugged at not only her heart, but her mind and sense of responsibility.
It's only my first day here. Hell, it's not even my first hour, and I'm already causing a fuss. "Ouch! Okay, husband of mine, I'll behave."
He stopped and lifted her down to stand next to him, smiled, and patted her shoulder. "Thank you for your compliance."
She mumbled a reply about it not being her choice and then unzipped her dress, let it drop, and slipped off her bra and panties.
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