He was going to spank me.
I renewed my struggles as he bared my panty-clad backside. He gathered the fabric of my chemise at my lower back, before trailing his fingers across my freshly bared skin. He edged along the hem of my panties, hooking a single finger beneath the edge and pausing for a long moment.
“Do you think these pretty white panties are going to remain in place for this lesson, Freya?” he asked.
“Don’t you dare,” I threatened. “You have no right.”
I didn’t want him to take them down. I didn’t want him to know that I was wet when I shouldn’t be. He couldn’t know what kind of effect he was having on me.
He edged them down so slowly that I could feel my shame compounding with every passing second. He revealed the tops of my cheeks first and I pressed my legs together, although that didn’t stop him. I fought him every step of the way.
“Open your legs. Your panties are coming off whether you like it or not. You’re not helping yourself if you continue to defy me,” he warned.
“Let me go, you bastard,” I scowled. I didn’t listen. I didn’t open my legs. I wouldn’t give in, no matter what he did to me.
“If you continue to fight me, Freya, you’re going to learn what my belt feels like before you’re allowed to have even just a taste of my cock,” he threatened, which only made me even angrier.
I fought him like a wild demon. His grip on my panties tightened and in one hard motion, he tore them off. The thin fabric pinched roughly at my wet folds and a soft whimper escaped my throat at the unexpected pain that raced through my most sensitive place. He tossed my torn underwear right in front of my face and a rush of shame hurtled through me at seeing how wet they were. He didn’t say anything, but I was sure that he could see the wet spot just as well as I could.
I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.
I had thought that was bad and then his fingers pressed between my legs, discovering my wetness for himself. Those fingertips slid up and down my folds. I shivered hard and closed my eyes.
No one had ever touched me like that before. Not even myself.
I had never made time for sex. I had spent my life learning how to fight and how to conquer. I had never felt attraction toward any man. My alpha solely felt animosity for anyone who thought they could take me. I had never even come across an omega male and felt nothing for any beta that had tried to seduce me. Sure, there had been plenty of offers, but I had turned down every single one.
I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted to feel something for the man who took me to bed. I didn’t want to feel anything for Aric, but I was afraid of what he was awakening inside me and I fought it tooth and nail despite how nervous I was right now of what he might do.
Aric’s fingers confidently explored my wet flesh, edging forward until he found the sensitive hardness of my clit. I gasped at the feeling, my core cramping down hard in response. He circled that tender bud and I felt more and more like I was losing control of the heated flush that was overtaking everything.
I tried fighting again. I twisted my body hard, back and forth, even though it didn’t seem to help me at all. His hold on my waist was strong and it put me at such a disadvantage. I screeched with frustration and his fingers left my clit.
My pussy throbbed with an incredibly needy sensation and I couldn’t make it go away.
His palm cracked down hard against my naked backside and the shock of it made me stop fighting immediately. The sound was loud, and it echoed shamefully throughout the room. Mortified, I came to the realization that if anyone was servicing my chambers or walking through the hallway, they would probably have heard the sound of it.
“I won’t be spanked like a naughty little girl,” I exclaimed.
“It’s no longer up to you, Freya,” he replied darkly, and I twisted once more, only to have his palm smack my ass once again.
Once the initial shock finally wore off, the pain from those spanks spread across my backside and I opened my lips as I tried to silently process them. I didn’t want him to hear how much he was affecting me, and I really didn’t want him to know how much this punishment was making my pussy tighten with even more need than I thought possible.
He held me firmly in place and then my spanking truly began. He spanked the upper curve of my backside, all the way down my thighs, ensuring that he left no spot unpunished. His palm was hard, it stung a great deal, and for the first time in my life, I started to feel out of control. I couldn’t stop him from spanking me. I couldn’t get off of his lap and I couldn’t stop the way my hips were rocking lewdly back and forth, trying to avoid each painful spank. He could probably see my pussy each time I did that, but the only thing I could think of was ending this painful spanking as soon as I possibly could.
“Stop. Please,” I whispered, hoping that he would hear the concession in my voice.
“This isn’t going to end until you fully learn your place, Freya, both over my knee and at the end of my cock,” he said darkly.
He chuckled and spanked me harder, focusing more thoroughly on the lower curve of my bottom and then my thighs. I squirmed back and forth, but his aim was true each and every time. I screeched as the full weight of what was happening finally washed over me.
Oh, fuck. This was a different kind of pain than one I experienced in battle. This was one I couldn’t fight back against. Instead, I was being held over his knees, getting my bottom spanked against my will and I had no idea when it was going to stop.
“Such a pretty little thing with a bright red little bottom,” he observed, and I shivered with shame.
“Fuck off,” I snarled. He tsked and spanked me even harder, ensuring to punish the underside of my bottom until I was breathless from the overwhelming sting.
It was then I realized that I could feel his rock-hard cock against my belly. It was enormous and for a second, I wondered how it would feel deep inside my tight pussy. My mouth went dry and my core twisted impossibly tight. A lightning bolt of desire cracked inside me and a rush of wetness dripped down my folds. I hid my face in the blankets, not wanting him to see just how much of an effect he was having on me. I didn’t want him to see how much he was making me blush right now.