Page 69 of Feast

Ika shivered and whimpered.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good…”

Ika flinched as the tip of the switch touched her bottom. Thusar had not struck her. Not yet. Instead, he was caressing the end of the switch gently and lovingly over the contours of her upraised backside. For an instant, the tip brushed her nether lips, and Ika sucked a sharp inhale through clenched teeth.

“Very good…”

The touch disappeared. There was a faint whistle as the switch split the air, followed by a loud FWAP as it connected with her soft skin. A streak of fire stung her Ika’s bottom, and she yelped and tried to scramble away.

“Catch her,” Thusar roared.

Strong hands caught her arms from both sides. Gunnar on one side and Muk on the other. The two ukkur forced her back into position on the fur cloak. Face down, ass up, just as Thusar had demanded.

The pack leader growled.

“Hold her there so she can’t run.” Then to Ika he added, “You forgot to count. We’re starting over from one.”

“Please,” Ika whimpered. “Thusar, please don’t do this—“

swish

FWAP!

Ika cried out as the switch came down again, drawing another stinging line across her naked rear. But this time she remembered to count.

“One!”

“That’s better,” Thusar grunted in approval.

swish

FWAP!

“Two!”

Thusar swatted her again and again, and soon Ika’s backside was on fire from the switching. After every two or three strikes, Thusar would pause to pet Ika’s inflamed skin. The contrast of gentle and rough messed with her mind and confused her senses.

And just as before, when Thusar had punished her with his hand, Ika’s body started to respond in shameful ways. Her nipples stiffened and throbbed, her skin prickled with goosebumps, and her slit leaked with arousal.

Her body liked this rough discipline.

One of Thusar’s blows connected a little lower than expected, across the top of her thighs, and her nether lips received some of the sting. The shock and pain shot straight into her deepest core, forcing a ragged gasp from Ika’s throat. “Oh fuck…”

“What was that?” Thusar growled. “I didn’t hear you.”

Gods, what number had that been? Fourteen? Fifteen? Ika chose to play it safe and guess low.

“Fourteen,” she cried.

“Wrong. We were on seventeen. Now we have to start again at one.”

“What?” Ika shouted. “Thusar, that’s not fair!”

“I told you, Ika. Miss a number, start over from the beginning. Ready?”