He paused, dragging his fingers up and down my thighs. Was he looking at me? Did he like what he saw?
“The spanking you received at my crowning was a gentle one, omega. Tonight, your spanking is going to be much harder because you’ve earned it every last second of it,” he said darkly and every muscle in my body tensed with anxious fear.
“Don’t you dare,” I exclaimed. I tried to keep my voice strong, but there was a panicked edge that slipped out anyway. My punished breasts pressed against the bed, the residual sting from his fingers leaving them almost too sore to touch anything at all, but he didn’t give me a choice. His fingers squeezed my bottom gently at first and I couldn’t help but press back against him. He gripped my pale flesh even more tightly and when it finally ached enough to make me suck in a harsh breath, he released only to repeat it on the other side.
“It’s no longer up to you, omega,” he growled.
His palm smacked against my bare flesh hard. He didn’t begin slowly or gently, but hard and fast, just like he’d promised, using the entirety of h
is palm to punish my backside. His fingers were rigid, and it felt as though the sting went far deeper than I remembered, so deep that it settled right in my aching core.
In my willful challenge against him, I’d forgotten how much the spanking he’d given me had hurt the first time. In my volley to save my pride, I’d probably just made this that much worse and as his palm painted my backside with a brilliantly painful sting, I began to wholeheartedly regret my words. I pushed against the bed, but the fingers of one hand curled around my hip and pinned me against his thigh. I tried to do anything I could to twist off his lap, but his hold was too strong to break. With my legs split by his knee, I couldn’t really kick or even budge just the slightest bit.
Then he spanked me harder and I began to grow nervous. I wasn’t going to be able to get away from him. I wouldn’t be able to stop his hand from punishing my backside and if he decided to begin spanking between my thighs, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. His strength held me captive and his ruthless palm never stopped falling.
As the terrible sting continued to grow, I soon realized that this wasn’t going to end when I wanted to. Nothing I would do could make this stop.
He was the one in control.
“Wait,” I blurted out.
“I’m just barely getting started, omega,” he said darkly, and a nervous shudder raced down my spine. His hand cracked hard against the lower curve of my bottom, just bridging onto the tops of my thighs enough to make my breath catch in the back of my throat. He didn’t stop there though. He continued downward, smacking my thighs just as hard as he had my bottom.
Even though I’d done my best to stay silent so far, the spanks against the backs of my thighs undid me. I tried to clamp my lips together, but his palm smacked even lower still, and the sting overwhelmed me. Even though I tried not to, my mouth flew open and I cried out loud at the building fire.
“You will learn to listen and obey me, omega,” he scolded, and he spanked the inner curve of my thigh. His fingers reached inward and just barely punished my wet folds, causing me to cry out once more.
This hurt far more than the last time, and I could do nothing but lie over his lap and take every last punishing spank.
“Yes, Alpha,” I squeaked. Thankfully, he didn’t ask me to say anything more. Honestly, I didn’t know if I would have even been capable of it.
I squirmed over his lap as much as I could in a last attempt to break free, but his hand fell true each and every time. He didn’t miss a single square inch of my backside, from the tops of my cheeks to in between them. He even angled my hips up just enough so that he could harshly punish the lower curve where my bottom met my upper thighs.
The longer the spanking went on, the more out of control I felt. The pain built on itself until my entire bottom felt like it had been scalded in a fire and still it burned hotter because his palm never stopped.
“Please,” I began to beg.
He ignored me.
“I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t run from you again,” I pleaded.
Still, his hand punished my backside as if I hadn’t said anything at all. I bit my lip to try to keep quiet, but it was useless now. My cries were getting louder, more desperate, and the spanking didn’t even begin to slow.
It only seemed to get harder.
“Please, Alpha. I’m sorry,” I begged.
I knew now though that my pleas were falling on deaf ears, but I said them anyway. I hoped that maybe he’d hear them. I said them because I needed to.
Soon, it became too much, and my breath hitched at the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and I tried to stop the inevitable. I held on for as long as I could, but then he focused solely on the backs of my thighs and I lost control completely.
The first tear dripped down my cheek. Then another, and another, until my face was soaked with them. I sobbed openly over his knee and his palm slowed, but his spanks were firm and so thorough that I could feel the painful ache of each one deep into my core. Finally, the spanking stopped, and I simply lay there trying to catch my breath as my backside burned with scalding hot hellfire.
His arms wound around my body and he lifted me as he stood. He took several pillows and laid them in the center of the bed, before depositing me over the pile. He situated them under my hips and I nervously realized that he’d propped my bottom quite high in the air. I hummed anxiously, more than aware of the vulnerability such a position put me in.
I watched in horror as he grasped the buckle of his belt and undid it.
“Wait, please. I’m sorry,” I cried.