by Sara Fields
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded, trying to stop the inevitable.
That same finger pushed against my reluctant hole, just enough to show me that he could. I stilled, not knowing what to do. My thighs trembled as I nervously waited for what he would do next. He increased the pressure of that digit and I whimpered, feeling a very deep sense of shame and arousal that he was doing this to me in front of everyone else.
My disobedience had cost me. Earning his forgiveness was going to be far more than I had bargained for and it was going to hurt in ways that I could never have foreseen.
That finger breached into my bottom and I cried out at the burning pinch of pain as he stretched my tight hole for the very first time. I couldn’t control myself as my thighs trembled from the confusing sensations coursing through my body. My pussy spasmed with need. Pain and pleasure molded into one and it became difficult to tell one from the other. It soon became one intoxicating sensation and I moaned as it quickly overwhelmed me.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
“I know you are, little mate,” he answered gently as he pushed his finger deeper into my bottom. I felt humbled and subdued by this more than anything else he had ever done to me, including the spankings and the switching he’d given me when we’d first met.
“I want you to remember this moment, omega. I am your alpha and you will do as I say. You will obey me and when you are disobedient, you will be very thoroughly punished. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, alpha,” I whimpered.
“You listen much better when my finger is in your tight little bottom, don’t you?”
I shuddered and a quiet cry escaped my lips.
“Answer me, omega.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, as my pussy quivered with need.
With one finger still inside my bottom, he caressed my wet folds with the others. Those digits slid along my moist flesh and I was thankful for the curtain of my hair that was hiding my shame.
“It makes you very wet to be punished this way, doesn’t it, omega?”
“Yes, sir,” I said softly, fruitlessly trying to control my body from reacting to his fierce dominance.
He added a second finger then. He wasn’t gentle.
I cried out from the burning pain and he pumped those digits in and out of my bottom. It hurt far more than I anticipated, and the ache hurtled up and down my spine. The pain was more intense at first, a cruel reminder that this was still a punishment. As it began to fade, I was left with a very deep sense of shame because it was making me very wet.
He was right. This was turning me on, and I didn’t know why. It felt naughty and wrong, but at the same time it was so incredibly arousing. It left me feeling needy and more than ever, it reminded me that I wasn’t in control. He was and he could touch me wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, including my virgin bottom hole.
“I want you to think about something. Right now, I have two fingers inside your tight little bottom. Before your punishment is over, my cock is going to be here instead. You’re going to come with my cock inside your bottom and you’re going to do it with the entire pack watching you. You’re going to come until there’s tears streaming down your cheeks, omega, and you’re not going to stop until I say you’ve had enough,” he warned.
My breath caught in my throat.
He couldn’t.
I started to beg. I pleaded for him to reconsider. I told him I was sorry, over and over again, but he ignored me. Instead, he removed his fingers from my bottom and grasped me around the waist. He lifted me up and deposited me over a fallen log. I watched with nervous fear as he picked up the thick black leather belt he’d put aside.
I could still feel the ache from his touch all over my bottom hole. My flesh stung from his palm and now I nervously waited for my spanking to begin with my very own belt. The terrible leather swung back and forth, an extremely menacing warning of what was to come.
He ignored my pleas. I had known he would. He laid that belt across my bare backside, its cool caress haunting and intimidating, and I feared him in that moment.
The first stroke from that belt was like a bolt of lightning searing into my flesh. It burned hot as fire and the air rushed out of my lungs in a single breath. I struggled to draw in another as the belt whipped against my naked ass once more.
The switching he’d given me before had been harsh, but it was nothing like this. This was far more intense, brutal even and there was nothing I could do but take it. I felt helpless and when the belt fell again, my breath hitched in my throat.
I had a feeling that this was going to break me.
Little did I know just how much it would.
He whipped me hard with that belt, over and over until I was sure that my entire bottom was welted from it. My fingers dug into the log, trying to hold on and keep myself from reaching backwards to stop him. The pace of the thrashing slowly increased, and I felt myself losing more and more control until the first tear rolled down my cheek.
Then I lost it all.
One tear fell after the next until they dripped off my chin down into the dirt below. The belt didn’t stop, nor did it slow down, welting my backside again and again as it hammered in the message that he would always be the alpha and I, the omega.
He was in charge. I wasn’t.
He whipped my naked bottom until I was sobbing and then he thrashed it some more. By the time he finally stopped, I was a bawling mess of tears and apologies and even then, I knew it wasn’t over.
He laid my shirt on the log beside me, before he lifted me up off of it and placed me on my back. He took the end of the belt and snapped it against my pussy, not even giving me the chance to prepare myself for its awful sting. I cried out and my thighs instinctively tried to close, but his hand prevented that from happening so that he could whip my poor little pussy with that awful piece of leather. He didn’t stop there though. He used that same leather hide to whip both of my nipples, one after the other in quick succession and I yelped in surprise, unable to defend myself. When my hands came down to cover my breasts, he grabbed at my wrists. Then he used a long vine to bind them together before he tied it above my head, ensuring that I wouldn’t get in his way as he punished my sensitive nipples and the even more delicate place between my legs.
He would strap one breast at a time, lashing that tiny hard bud until I cried out, tears dripping down my face as the terrible burn consumed me like fire. I whimpered and begged, but nothing stopped the eventual downfall of that belt on my tender chest.
At first, he just concentrated on my nipples. He didn’t just stop there though. He used the end of the belt to spank the rest of my breasts. I could see the red marks rising on my pale skin and I continued to cry because it hurt so very much.
He took that belt between my legs once more.
“This little pussy is going to be just as red as your bottom by the time I’m through with you,” he warned, and I keened with both fear and arousal.
I wanted to hate it. I wanted to hate him for his cruelty, for his harshness when he dealt with me, but I couldn’t.
Not when my body was reacting like this. Pain and pleasure twisted together in a depraved inferno of sensation, leaving me breathless with arousal. Even as tears rolled down my cheeks, wetness seeped from my pussy and he could see every last glistening droplet of it on my thighs.
The belt whipped between my legs once more and my clit pulsed with need. My cries of pain morphed into something that sounded more like passionate moans for more.
He laid the belt just below my breasts and his punishing fingers delved in the place he had just so cruelly punished. They glided along my scalded flesh and I keened. Even the gentlest touch hurt, reigniting the fiery burn from the lash. Carefully, he spread my pussy open and revealed my hard and very needy clit to his view. He put me on display for him.
He lifted the belt once more.
“No. Please. I’m sorry. Please don’t, sir,” I pleaded.
Again, my pleas fell on deaf ears.
He whipped the belt three times. It fell directly onto my clit and I screamed, even as my pussy spasmed with arousal.
“You protest, little mate, but you’re so much wetter now that this little pussy has been properly spanked,” he said firmly.
I knew it was true. I was wetter and when he pressed two fingers directly inside my pussy, his advance was made easy by the sheer amount of arousal leaking down my thighs. He pumped those fingers in and out of me roughly and I moaned, lifting my hips for him.
Fuck.
I wanted him so badly.
His fingers cupped my scalded pussy and the feeling of his flesh on mine was as possessive as it was painful. His palm pressed directly against my clit, he gently moved it in a circular motion, and my body almost jolted in his hands.
“Oh, God. Please,” I begged.
“This naughty little pussy hasn’t earned the privilege of orgasm yet,” he chided. Without hesitation, he started paddling my wet folds once more and I writhed and moaned from those punishing blows. My thighs flexed and splayed for him, even as he continued ensuring that I very truly felt put in my place by my mate.
His dominance was as thorough as it was punishing.
I knew I would think twice before I went off and did something against his wishes again.
He spread my folds once more and spanked my clit hard enough to make yelp and cry, leaving my already sore flesh stinging and aching.
When he was done, he ripped the vine holding my wrists captive with ease. He gripped my hands and pulled me up, before he deposited me on my knees in front of him. His cock jutted hard and erect in front of my face and I whimpered, even as my pussy clenched tightly with need.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded.
I obeyed as an anxious shiver raced down my spine.
As soon as I opened my lips, he thrust his cock onto my tongue. He wasn’t gentle and he didn’t give me any time to get used to his size. I struggled to draw in a breath as he plunged into me and in his harshness, even more tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. He peered down at me and that only seemed to make him use my mouth even harder.
He liked seeing me cry. He liked making it hurt even more.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked it too. I hated it at the same time.
“You will suck my cock, little mate, and then you’re going to swallow every last drop. You’re going to show me that you’re very sorry by just how enthusiastically you worship my cock with that soft little mouth,” he demanded, and I moaned around his length. His movements were rough, but I took every last thrust because that’s what he wanted from me.
There was no kindness in the way he used me. He punished my throat with his cock and before I knew it, I was sore and aching there too. I opened my throat for him as much as I could, but his shaft was so long and his girth was so wide that I could only give so much. He took what he needed anyway.
I moaned and cried around his cock, my sounds utterly shameful. I gave my all into sucking his cock and when he finally groaned with his own pleasure, my pussy quivered with delight. My bottom, breasts, and pussy were so sore, and it made me wet just thinking about how much they hurt. How he had made them hurt.
I grew even wetter when I remembered the rest of the pack, that they were watching as my mate used my mouth as hard as he desired.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, little mate, and you’re going to swallow everything I give you,” he demanded. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whined, speaking with his cock still in my mouth. The sound of my tongue bouncing off his shaft was embarrassingly shameful. My voice shook, gagged by the thickness of his cock and I shivered, feeling my own arousal gather between my thighs. I shivered with need as his length pulsed against my tongue.
I found myself wanting to please him. I craved everything he wanted to give me.
I realized at that moment that I was a dirty little girl.
I wanted these depraved things. I wanted him to touch me in the places I wasn’t supposed to be touched. I needed every drop of his cum in my belly.
I sucked him more fervently than before. I showed him my devotion with my mouth, swirling my tongue around his length and suckling hard around his thick head. He groaned once again, and his thighs trembled just the slightest bit before his speed spurted deep into my throat. Desperately, I swallowed around him, taking every last drop into my belly just like he demanded of me.
My thighs clenched hard.
I grew even wetter than before.
My desire for orgasm intensified. I had just suckled him to completion, but I craved his enormous cock inside me. I wanted to come all over it.
His seed was warm and thick, spurting in thick gobs into my belly until he’d emptied completely. I took it all and when he was finished, he pulled free from my mouth. For a long moment, he stared down at me and I knelt there before him, feeling so incredibly small right there in front of him.
On my knees for my alpha. In my rightful place as the omega of the pack.
He reached for me and offered me a hand. I took it tentatively, unsure of what he would do to me next. He roughly pulled me to him and kissed me, his lips gentle and cruel in the same breath. While his lips ravaged mine, he reached between my legs and pinched my clit hard. I cried out and he swallowed my sounds, only punishing my clit even more harshly than before. I struggled in his arms to take it, but he was so strong, and I was so much smaller than he was. I whimpered and tried to submit to his cruelty, but it was so very hard.
“You will bend over that very same log you were spanked over and show yourself to me. Show me where you need to be fucked, my naughty mate,” he commanded, and a whine escaped my throat. Even before he made me do it, his words made a flush of humiliation come over my face and a rush of liquid heat gather between my thighs.
His knowing eyes peered back at me as if he could see right through me. As if he already knew what he was doing to me.
My blood practically simmered with heat. The very air that drew into my lungs felt hot and my heart wanted to beat right out of my chest.
I needed to come, but most of all, I needed his cock.
Hesitantly, I obeyed his instructions. I bent over the fallen log, grateful for the thick coating of moss that padded underneath my belly. With trepidation, I arched my back and presented my swollen wet pussy for him. He kicked my heels a bit wider, putting me on display even more than before. I felt so terribly exposed like this, knowing he was staring straight at my nakedness and that he could see just how very wet that this was making me. Not only that, but everyone else could see it too.
I shivered when the thought of all those eyes on me crossed my mind.
“Spread yourself for me. Show me that naughty little bottom hole,” he declared, and I shuddered with shame. When I didn’t immediately obey his command, his palm smacked upward, spanking my pussy hard. I cried out and hurriedly gripped at my cheeks while he continued to punish my wet and very sensitive folds. When I could manage it, I spread myself wide for him and keened with humiliation as I showed him my virgin hole.
He finally stopped spanking my pussy then.
His cock nestled at my entrance and I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to take my bottom just yet. My pussy tightened with need and I hoped that he would allow me to come for him soon. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
He was hard again. For me. That should have scared me, but I didn’t know any better. Not yet.
I arched my back, pressing up against his thick length. His cockhead pushed against my pussy, stretching me slowly and I whimpered. He was so big, and my pussy felt so very tight. He’d fucked me before, but he was so enormous that it felt like the first time, every time.
His advance into me was gradual just to show me that he could. He claimed my body inch by gloriously long inch, all while I held myself open for him. In a possessive maneuver, he trailed his fingers up my thigh as
he pressed even more deeply into my pussy until his thumb rested directly on top of my bottom hole.
I whimpered nervously. He pistoned his hips backwards, pulling his cock out leisurely until he slammed it back into me. I cried out at the sudden ache as he forced himself inside me and then back out. His thumb gathered my wetness and then he pushed inside my bottom with his thumb at the same time that he fucked my pussy.
I shuddered with a violent wave of desire and my pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him tightly with my need.
I didn’t want to come this way, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to have a choice. His thumb fucked my bottom roughly while his cock claimed my pussy. There wasn’t a single ounce of tenderness in the way he used me then. He fucked me so hard that it hurt. He punished me with his massive cock, and I took every last inch of it.
I screamed. I cried. I begged for mercy and I received none.
That only earned me a harder fucking. My inner walls fluttered around his length and I pleaded for him to forgive me.
Arousal blazed hot inside me as the pain from his punishment melded together with the pleasure coursing through my veins. My clit pulsed and my bottom tightened around his thumb, depraved desire pumping through me. There was nothing about being taken this way that wasn’t shameful, from his finger inside my virgin ass to the pack watching him fuck me.
Naked. Wet. On display for everyone watching.
I was so turned on. I wanted to come. I needed it so very badly.
“Please let me come, alpha. Please let me come all over your cock,” I begged. Every word that left my lips made me shudder with embarrassment, even as it made my pussy clench around his cock.
“Do you really want it, omega? Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Please, alpha,” I pleaded. His hips slapped against my pussy, the motion hard and just as punishing as his palm had been against my sensitive flesh.
My clit pulsed, throbbing with need.
“Answer me properly,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with my need.
“That’s better,” he replied calmly. “Brace yourself on the log, little mate. You do not have permission to come yet.”