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“I’m enjoying seeing my marks on your beautiful bottom, little omega,” he said softly, and my eyes flicked up to look at his cock once more. It stood high and gloriously erect and I wanted it inside me so very badly.
The switch was ruthless, and I hated every cruel bite despite the fact that I could feel how very wet it was making me. Each welt burned like a blistering brand that seared into my sore flesh. I could feel each one rising, the scalding pain building as the seconds crept by after each fateful lash.
This was a very hard lesson, one I was struggling to take.
I squeezed my eyes shut and folded my hands together. There was no way for me to reach back because of the way he’d restrained me. I couldn’t roll to avoid the switch either, bound as I was to the fallen log. There was no choice left for me except to take what he gave me, and I soon wondered how much that would be.
Then he started to whip the backs of my thighs.
Almost immediately, I choked back a sob. When the second painful lash fell against my thighs, I wailed and I began to beg. Not long after that, I started to cry. I told him how very sorry I was, how I would never defy him again and if he would please consider my lesson over. I asked for his mercy. I begged him for it.
“Please, let me make it up to you. Please let me suck your cock. I’ll do anything. Please,” I pleaded through my tears. I sobbed openly. I no longer cared how shameful the words coming out of my mouth were. I only wanted the switching to stop.
“Don’t worry, little omega. You’ll do all that and more after your switching is over,” he assured me, and I wailed in defeat. Nothing I did or said would convince him to stop. I understood that completely now.
The absolute power he had over me was in stark contrast to my complete lack of it. He’d taken thorough control of me because he was my alpha, and because I was his to control.
Even as I cried, my pussy throbbed with need, calling for him to claim me in the way I was meant to be taken.
He switched me another five times in quick succession and I sobbed hard. I hardly noticed when he’d placed the cruel switch back on the boulder. Then he returned to me and untied the clothing around my waist. After that, he freed my wrists and I was able to unwind my arms from around the log.
“Come. Stand here,” he instructed. I sniffed back my tears and obeyed, too fearful to even think about being disobedient. He tossed the long piece of fabric over a strong branch above me and proceeded to lift my arms over my head. He bound my wrists with that same strip of cloth.
“I want you to test it. Put all of your weight into your wrists and suspend yourself in the air,” he directed. Obediently, I pulled myself up by the strength of my arms so that my feet left the forest floor. The branch and the restraints held my weight with ease. He purred his approval and my nipples pebbled with desire.
Next, he spread my legs apart and bound each of my ankles to two nearby saplings. My legs felt spread obscenely wide and I whimpered, realizing how much I was on display for him. I tried to bring my thighs together and hide the wetness I knew was practically dripping from me, but I couldn’t. His restraints prevented that.
My punished backside ached, the residual smolder from the welts left by the switch still burning hot. I ached to touch them and soothe the painful marks, but bound as I was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to for some time.
He didn’t pick up that medium length switch right away. Instead, he stood before me and admired my naked form, taking his time to let his eyes drift up and down so that he could see absolutely everything. He circled me and I’d never felt more like a lamb left out to slaughter than I did at that moment. His fingers glided down my back and onto my bottom, tracing the welts he’d left behind.
“It gives me great pride to see my mark on your beautiful skin. Your bottom is so very pretty when it’s properly reddened and welted to my satisfaction,” he murmured, and a shudder of desire raced down my spine and pooled between my thighs.
His touch skated along my flesh, circling my hips and smoothing across my stomach until he lifted my right breast in his palm. He grazed his thumb over top of my nipple, causing it to harden under his touch. Gently, he pinched it between two fingers and a moan of desire managed to escape my lips. He smiled knowingly and he lifted his other hand to capture my left breast too.
He teased my nipples, pinching them softly and making them pebble under his skillful touch. Gradually, the pinches grew harder, the twists rougher and I tried to turn my body in order to break his hold. Instead, he t
ook each nipple firmly between his fingertips and lifted my breasts with them. I whimpered, feeling how very heavy they felt with desire and then he pulled them away from me.
I whimpered because it started to hurt. His fingers squeezed and twisted harder. He punished my nipples until I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, pain lancing across my breasts. When he finally released them, I bit my lower lip as a second wave of hurt followed the first.
Then, using his hand, he began to spank my breasts. I whined in alarm as they jiggled shamefully but as he slapped them a bit harder, I no longer cared what they looked like. I was only concerned with the fact that it stung. Over and over he slapped each one, ensuring that he covered the entirety of my vulnerable and tender flesh. He didn’t stop until my skin was bright pink and I was once again whimpering for his mercy. After that, he returned to punish my nipples, pinching them hard enough that I knew they would remain sore long after he released them. When he was finished, he slipped his hand in between my thighs.
“You’re soaking wet, mate,” he said loudly, and I shivered with shame. He coated two fingers with my wetness and removed them from my pussy, only to press them against my lips.
“Open. You’re going to clean these off for me,” he instructed.
I obeyed and opened my mouth. He pressed his fingers in between my lips and onto my tongue. My own sweet musky flavor surprised me. I didn’t hate it, but it felt so shamefully wrong to be made to taste my own arousal like this. Tentatively, I began to cleanse his fingers with my mouth. I did the best that I could, ensuring to swirl my tongue around his digits until the taste of myself gradually faded away.
“Good girl,” he murmured softly, and I could have sworn my heart leapt in my chest. I found myself suddenly wanting to hear those words fall from his lips again.
“Are your nipples sore now, little mate?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I answered. Perhaps he’d decided I’d earned his sympathy.
“Good,” he replied, before he turned around and lifted the medium switch up off the nearby bolder.
“Such pretty pink nipples you have, little mate. It becomes you to have your beautiful breasts spanked bright pink to match them,” he said, carefully admiring his work. I couldn’t help but notice the incredible hardness of his enormous cock and my pussy clenched down hard with need.
