Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
As far as sins go, it’s not ostensibly a huge one, but I told her what to do, and she immediately disobeyed me. I cannot abide that. One little act of disobedience can swiftly compound into a whole lot more. I don’t want to do what I’m about to do, but I’m going to do it anyway.
She gives me a wide-eyed look as I stride toward her.
I pick her up from the couch, sit down, and put her over my knee. The blanket she had wrapped around her falls away, leaving her naked and vulnerable over my lap. Her ass is so cute and shapely, soft and round and spankable as hell.
“When I tell you what to do, you do it,” I lecture her. “I give orders, not suggestions. In my pack, my word is law.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
“I’m sure you are. I am also equally sure that you will be a good deal more sorry shortly. Part of being my mate, part of being in my pack, and part of being a wolf, is following orders.”
I smack her ass. Not very hard, but hard enough to sting.
Her yelp is loud and dramatic. Her skin has barely changed color, so I know that there’s no way I have done anything resembling damage. She’s either being dramatic, or doesn’t like how being corrected feels. I hope it’s the latter. I don’t want to have to do this too often.
It might seem like I’m being a tyrant, that she’s a grown woman who can decide whether or not she goes to bed. But it’s not that simple. We are not mere people. We are wolves. Order is not only essential to the functioning of the pack, it is required for all of us to be mentally healthy and stable. An alpha who cannot maintain order will have a sick mate and a sick pack.
I spank her again, firmly.
This time a light pink palm print appears on her cheeks, accompanied by another yelp.
I’d rather discipline her for something like this than have something worse happen, a more dangerous piece of defiance.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes!” she agrees immediately, but of course this can’t be over that quickly. A couple of slaps isn’t nearly enough to teach a lesson.
Kira
I can’t believe this is happening. I guess he did tell me to stay in bed, but I never thought it was like, a proper order. I figured it was more of a suggestion, something he wanted me to do, but it wouldn’t matter if I got out.
Now that I am prone over his powerful thighs, and my butt is stinging along with whatever was left of my pride, I’m starting to wonder why I ever thought that. He’s not exactly a chill, relaxed kind of guy. He’s type A. In his case, A stands for alpha, and I know I already put him through a lot today by making him chase me through the park.
It doesn’t hurt as much as it could. He is very strong, and he could be beating the hell out of me if he wanted. I might have been a virgin before I met him, but I am no stranger to being whipped.
This feels different. He is holding me carefully, and he is making sure that I am not uncomfortable, other than in the way he wants me to be. I am snuggled close to his body, and his tone is firm, but not cruel. He almost sounds like he doesn’t want to be doing this at all.
I squirm as several more slaps land, each one of them measured and deliberately placed. I can feel the care in every single one of them, each of them calibrated to ensure they don’t hit too high or too low. The sting is growing slowly, and steadily, and it is starting to feel almost… good?
Guilt rushes through me. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this. He’s trying to punish me. But being held by him feels like a reward, and even these slaps are sort of nice. The sharp pain is followed by a flush of heat and a little tingle of excitement between my legs.
He starts to spank me a little harder and a little faster. Maybe I’m not reacting the way he wants me to. Maybe he thinks he needs to do more to teach me a lesson. I don’t know. What I do know is that it’s making me feel increasingly good. I find myself holding my breath and trying to still my hips because I don’t want to give myself away, but the harder he spanks me, the more intense that tingle of pleasure becomes.
My legs start to spread and kick, ostensibly because the spanking hurts so much but actually because it lets me grind my clit against his thigh. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know it’s against the spirit of what he’s trying to achieve—but I like pleasure, and every time he swats me, I am jolted firmly against his thigh and my body is flushed with a freshly generated supply of hormones.