by Sara Fields
“Come down to me, little mate, and I will ensure that you’re rewarded in the end,” he said, his voice just as soothing as it had been before. It made me want to come to him.
I gritted my teeth. I wasn’t going to give in that easily.
Carefully, I climbed down the tree. Painfully slowly, I made sure each foothold and hand hold was secure before I descended and eventually, I made it all the way to the ground. I turned to face the man who had come for me and he held out his hand, fully expecting me to come to him for whatever punishment he planned to give me.
I didn’t plan on getting spanked today though.
I bolted in the other direction and I heard him chuckle behind me in amusement.
“You’re going to regret this very much in just a little while, omega,” he murmured under his breath. I ignored him as I ran away.
My feet crashed into the ground, the dead twigs and dying leaves beneath my feet crunching as I tore away. I heard him behind me, his footsteps gaining closer and closer, and I ran even harder.
It wasn’t enough. His hand clasped around my upper arm and he ground to a halt, bringing me to a complete stop with him. I swung around and tried to land a punch straight to his throat, but his fist caught mine in midair and forced it down. I whimpered as he bent my wrist backwards just enough to warn me that he could actually hurt me if he wanted to until I gave in to him, relaxing my arm in the process.
“I think you’re not going to particularly enjoy what happens next, little mate, but rest assured, I certainly will,” he threatened gently.
I clenched my teeth.
“Don’t do this. I’m not the one you’re looking for. I’m only human,” I said brazenly. Right now, I’d say anything just to get away from him.
“My omega is supposed to be human. Your fate is written deep within your soul and it ties you to me. Tell me, don’t you feel it?” he asked before he pulled me into his arms and tenderly traced his fingers over the cusp of my right breast.
My pussy clamped down tight and my nipples tightened into sensitive little peaks beneath the protective layers of my clothing.
“You’re a monster,” I exclaimed, nervously trying to figure out how to escape his secure grasp. I soon realized that it wasn’t possible.
“Don’t lie to me, omega. You do not think of me in that way,” he murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of my temple. His touch was surprisingly tender, and I had to remind myself not to melt into his gentleness when he had already threatened such harsh retribution just minutes ago.
I knew he was right. I didn’t think of him as a monster. He was a mystery to me, a terrifying beast that could shift into a wild animal at a moment’s notice, but he was also a man capable of curling his arms around me and as much as his threats of punishment made me fear him, I felt a desire to find out more about him. I was also anxiously aroused for what came next.
I had a feeling I would soon find out.
“You won’t hurt me?” I ventured. I had to know. I wanted to know what he had in store for me.
“Your punishment is going to hurt, little mate, because I think that you need it to. But after it’s all over, I’m going to show you what it truly means to belong to an alpha. Even now, I know you want it. I can smell just how wet you are for me. Even though you know you’re about to go over my knee for a very hard spanking, you’re soaked, and you can’t hide it from me, even though you’re fully clothed. Does that make you even wetter for me, my little mate?”
I keened with surprise. His far superior sense of smell had picked up on my dirty little secret. I blushed with shame even as he chuckled knowingly at his discovery.
He pressed the hard length of his cock against my ass and I gasped at the feeling of it. It made me feel wanted. It made me feel special. It made me want him even more.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard I am when I think about how I’m going to take you over my knee, spank your naughty bottom until you’re sobbing, and then truly teach you your place at the end of a switch?” he warned. His voice shook with his own desire and a quiet moan escaped my lips at his dangerous threats.
I shivered with need.
“Don’t,” I replied.
“It’s no longer up to you, little omega. It’s about time you learned just that,” he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling the tiny hairs along my skin. His cock felt impossibly hard against me and all I wanted was to feel his thick length between my thighs. I needed him to fuck me.
I was used to having control. I was used to leading my own team, but I had the very distinct feeling that I was going to find out how very much I was out of my element very soon.
“I don’t even know your name,” I exclaimed anxiously, all while battling the rampant desire pulsing between my legs.
“My name is Kiba. Will you tell me yours, little mate?” he asked, and I found myself wanting to answer him.
“Dawn,” I whispered softly, and his answering groan was so arousing that it almost brought me to my knees. He grasped my chin and turned my face toward his before he captured me in a kiss that devastated me in a matter of seconds. He claimed me hard in that first embrace and I found myself melting into his arms. I kissed him back with fervor, despite the fact that I was so very reluctant to give into him. When he finally pulled away, it had left me breathless and unsteady. I was thankful for his strength in that moment.
“It’s nice to meet you, Dawn. I look forward to learning more about you, but I think it’s time you took your rightful place over my knee and learned what happens to naughty little mates who disobey their alphas,” he murmured, and I stiffened. I would have tried to run again, but there was nowhere to go, and his arms held me tight. He was faster than me. He was stronger and there was nothing I could do to keep myself out of his reach. I knew that now. Whatever was to happen next felt like it was inevitable, as if it was fate.
His hands squeezed tight around my shoulders and then, he moved quickly before I had a chance to run again. He unwrapped himself from my body and swiftly grasped the collar of my shirt before he ripped it open, popping the buttons off in a matter of seconds. Shocked, I watched them fall to the forest floor beneath my feet. He shredded my shirt right off my back, taking it and tearing it into strips with ease. I watched him nervously, resigned to the fact that I was at this beast’s mercy until someone came for me. That is, if anyone came to rescue me, but I had a feeling no one was coming.
He grabbed the flimsy material of my bra and ripped it in half. My bra fell open, baring my breasts and I moved my hands to cover myself, embarrassingly ashamed of being exposed in such a barbaric fashion. He quickly knocked my hands away, growling in warning. I pressed my hands to my naked belly nervously, taking his threat to heart.
If I did it again, I would surely regret it.
Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them slowly over my hips almost as if he was sending a message that he could do whatever he wanted with me. He pushed them down to my knees before he tore them from my body in a feat of strength only a man of his kind could be capable of. I whimpered nervously, standing before him now in only my panties and my hiking boots.
I’d never been stripped like this. He was tearing my clothes from my body and throwing them aside as if they were nothing just sheets of paper.
It was terrifying. It was arousing. It was all that and more.
“Don’t,” I tried to say.
“It’s not up to you anymore, little omega. It’s up to me, as your alpha,” he answered. I trembled before him and he caressed my breast gently before sliding his fingers down my belly and cupping between my thighs.
“You protest, but your little pussy is telling me what you need. You’re so wet that I can smell you and now I can feel it against my palm. You want this and as much as you try to deny it, you need your alpha to put you in your place. You need me to punish you, don’t you, little mate?”
He wanted me to answer. I couldn’t give it to him.
His fingers traced along the hem of my lacey blue underwear, teasing me with his soft touch. Without thinking, I just reacted, and my hips curled forward toward him.
I wondered what his fingers would feel like as they touched the place I so desperately wanted to be touched, what they would feel like as they pressed deep into my pussy. Fuck. I wanted him to take me and I hated that I did.
I was so aroused. I’d never felt this turned on in my life. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be reacting like this, but I couldn’t make it stop.
His fingers grazed over my mound, finding my clit and circling gently over top of it. He teased and taunted me until I was breathless with need and then he slipped his hand beneath the lacey fabric of my panties, gripped and tore it from my body in one brutally hard motion. I cried out as the fabric pinched at my wet folds. It hurt and I whimpered from the painful bite. I tried to press my fingers in between my legs. He didn’t let me.
Instead, he placed his finger there in my place. Carefully, he pressed against my wet channel, but he didn’t enter me. He just held it there instead, a firm reminder that he could do as he pleased with me and I had no power to stop it from happening.
“Such a very wet little pussy. I think you want me to punish you, don’t you, little mate,” he murmured, and I rocked my hips against him, trying to give myself relief but he pulled his hand away and I found none.
Unexpectedly, he curled those wet fingers around my wrist as he sat down on a nearby boulder. Before I even had a moment to stop what was happening, he jerked me forward and I fell over his thighs, completely naked and vulnerable to whatever he had planned for me.
Fuck.
I tried so hard to get away so this wouldn’t take place, but now it was happening anyway. I attempted to push myself up and his hand curled around my hips, pressing down firmly and holding me in place. All of my efforts to squirm and break out of his grasp were thwarted and I found myself drumming my toes against the ground in defeat. He chuckled and pressed his palm carefully against my bottom before he glided it over top of my bare flesh.
I stilled, suddenly far more nervous than before.
His fingers dipped between my thighs and slid along my wet folds. The direct contact of his skin on mine was humbling, thoroughly reminding me that I was helpless to whatever he wanted to do with me. His touch glided back and forth. I whimpered, with either pleasure or shock I didn’t know. Without thinking, I arched my back and aided in his explorations. He found my naked clit and circled it, ensuring that he kept the pressure light enough to tease me into a mindless frenzy of need.
He continued taunting me, edging me closer and closer to orgasm until I thought I would break apart over his knees.
“This wet little pussy knows that your alpha is about to teach you a very first lesson. It knows to obey its master,” he said quietly, and a tremor of pleasure quaked through my thighs. I was ashamed that he was right. I was soaking wet for him as I lay naked over his lap about to be spanked for the first time in my life.
His fingers abandoned my soaked pussy and I whined in disappointment. He’d left me on the edge of release and my core throbbed with need.
His palm returned to my naked backside.
“Can you feel how aroused I am when I’m about to spank you?” he asked, before he lightly slapped my right cheek, just jostling my bottom enough to make my pussy clench down hard.
I could feel it. His hard cock was pressing into my hip and I wanted nothing more than for him to lift me up and sit me down right on top of it.
But I wasn’t going to get that. I had a punishment coming first.
He lightly smacked my ass once again and I lifted my hips, an invitation for his fingers to make their return to my needy little pussy. They didn’t and I pouted with disappointment.
Instead, they roughly squeezed the flesh of my bottom before his palm spanked me hard for the very first time. My mouth opened wide in shock as the sound echoed all around me, bouncing off the trees deafeningly loud and so very shamefully. Anyone nearby would be able to hear what was happening and know that I was getting punished in the way that naughty little girls were meant to be punished. He spanked me again and I squeaked in surprise as the sting came over me for the first time.
Fuck. It hurt quite a bit more than I expected. His palm was broad and as he spanked me, the area of it encompassed much of the entirety of my backside. He slapped each cheek hard after that and I tried to kick and escape it, but his aim proved to be true each time. I whimpered loudly as the full realization of how very unprepared I was to be spanked by him.
“You don’t have to do this, Kiba!” I exclaimed, trying one more time to appeal to his senses and stop the spanking before it went too far.
“I really think I do,” he answered and then the spanking truly began.
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.