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His palm crashed down into my naked bottom much harder than before, over and over again until I was sure that he’d painted my whole backside red. He didn’t miss a single inch as he paddled from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the bottom curves of my ass, ensuring to spend extra time in the place where my thighs began.
“Stop!” I shrieked as the pain really started to build on itself. It felt like a thousand bees had stung me at once. My bottom was quickly becoming very sore and I just wanted it to end.
“Your punishment is far from over, little omega. You’ve earned a very thorough lesson and I’m going to ensure you remember every moment of it,” he replied darkly, and a shiver of pleasure and fear raced down my spine. My core twisted hard with need.
Despite all of my protests, the spanking continued. His palm rained down on my bottom until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. But I did. He was going to ensure that I took a whole lot more. I tried to hold in my cries. I tried to remain stoic and strong so that he didn’t think me weak. Before long though, I was whimpering despite how hard I tried to stop it.
He spanked me hard, his punishment ruthless, or at least I thought it was until he started paddling my thighs.
If I had thought it had hurt as much as it could before, I had been wrong. Very wrong. His palm felt that much harsher on the backs of my legs, the terrible sting that much more intense. My cries got louder and more desperate and I started to beg.
“Please. Please, sir. Please don’t,” I pleaded. I don’t know why I’d said those words. Nothing could take them back. Something about calling him sir felt right though and I tried not to think too much into it. I certainly didn’t think about the fact that it made me even wetter as the words had escaped my mouth.
He ignored me. He continued to punish my bare bottom and my tender thighs with cruel precision and even as I tried to fight it, I could feel myself beginning to spiral out of control. My breath hitched in the back of my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to stop myself from crying. That only lasted so long.
Then he spanked me even harder.
I squirmed. I whimpered, and I tried everything I could to escape. I kicked and rolled my hips, yet nothing worked. His hand on my hip held me firmly against his thighs, ensuring that I stayed in my place as he spanked me very hard just like he’d said he would. I tried to reach back to cover my exposed backside. His forearm prevented it and I whined as I wrapped my fingers around his ankle, trying to get ahold of myself before I broke down completely.
“Please!” I begged. I was struggling not to cry and the tremor in my voice gave away just how very close I was. He’d be able to tell. There was no doubt in my mind.
The worst part of it all was that I knew how very wet this was making me, how much more aroused I was than before this all started. I could feel the desire to come even more strongly. Liquid heat gathered between my thighs, so much so that I could feel it dripping down my legs. I was probably leaving a wet spot on his skin beneath me and I was so very ashamed that getting a spanking was having such an effect on me.
I shouldn’t be getting turned on by this. I should be angry, furious even, but the only thing I wanted to do when h
e finally let me up was jump on his cock and ride it with everything in me. I craved it. I needed it and when this was all over, I sincerely hoped he would give it to me.
I knew he was just as turned on as I was. I could feel how hard his cock was against my hip. It was throbbing with his own need.
Fuck.
He slapped my thighs particularly hard then and it broke me out of my thoughts. He focused on them now entirely and my breath hitched once more.
It hurt. Fucking hell, it hurt so much.
I could feel myself losing control. After several more particularly merciless smacks against my thighs, the first unwilling tear escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheek. Followed by another. And another until I was openly sobbing over his knees.
Still, the spanking didn’t end.
“Now, little mate, I think you’re ready to begin accepting your place. What happens next is going to make sure that you remember it,” he warned.
His palm paddled me quickly and more harshly than ever. I sobbed, unable to stop myself from crying as his hand cracked down on my very sore bottom over and over. It was as though a fire was blazing across my tender flesh and nothing was ever going to put it out. He spanked me hard and fast, a very clear message that I no longer made the rules. He did and he wouldn’t hesitate to remind me of that whenever he deemed necessary. I accepted his painful punishment as tears rolled down my cheeks.
I finally gave in. I submitted to my alpha.
I cried hard. I pleaded my apologies and I promised to be a very good girl. The spanking began to slow, but each slap carried with it the weight of the world as they cracked against my naked backside.
I sobbed even harder.
“I’m sorry for running from you, sir,” I whispered, and I curled against him.
The spanking finally stopped.
“That’s a very good girl. I’m proud of how well you took your very first spanking over my knees, little mate,” he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing as I cried over his lap. He gathered me in his arms and held me against his chest. My bottom burned hotly as it pressed against his thighs, a constant reminder that this man had stripped me and put me over his knees for a very hard and painful spanking.
My tears dried as he held me, and then he cleared his throat.
Chapter Five
