by Lizzy Bequin
But she would deal with that situation when it arose. For now, she was simply relieved to know that she would see Rolf again soon.
“I understand.”
“Good,” Thusar growled. “Now, we have another matter to attend to.”
“We do?” Ika asked. “What’s that?”
Thusar’s eyes glinted cruelly in the firelight.
“Your punishment, Ika. Your punishment.”
CHAPTER 22
“My punishment?” Ika stammered.
She looked around at the other ukkur seated around the fire, but none of them came to her defense. Not even Muk, who was supposed to be the nice one of the bunch.
“Don’t look at them, Ika,” Thusar growled. “They’re not going to help you now.”
She turned back to the pack leader with a heated glare. Just a moment before, she had been hugging him and showering him with gratitude for his promise to take her back to Rolf, but now she was upset again. The way that Thusar changed from hot to cold was messing with her head.
“What am I being punished for?” Ika demanded.
“What do you think? Didn’t I tell you if you tried to escape you would receive another thrashing?”
“Oh…”
It was true. Thusar had said that. But somehow Ika had thought the situation had changed. Many things had happened in the intervening hours.
Thusar seemed to read her thoughts.
“I am an ukkur of my word, Ika. It is my duty as the leader of this pack. If I say I’m going to do something, then it is necessary for me to follow through. And this goes double for you. I must teach you that I do not make idle threats.”
Ika’s naked behind heated with the memory of her previous thrashing. It was all she could do to keep her legs from shaking in fear.
“I believe you, Thusar,” she whimpered.
The pack leader shook his head.
“That’s not good enough, Ika. If I don’t follow through on the rules I set for you, it will only set a bad precedent. I must train you, Ika. I must train you to obey me, even if it hurts.”
Thusar’s lips curved upward in a wicked smirk.
“But this time I will grant you one small mercy, Ika. I will allow you to choose the implement of your punishment.”
Ika’s pulse quickened. The blood sped in her veins.
“What do you mean?”
Thusar gestured casually toward the side of the cave where a pile of sticks and twigs had been gathered. Leftover kindling for the fire.
“Go to that pile and pick out a switch.”
“A switch?” Ika gasped.
“That’s right. Tonight I’m not going to use my hands to discipline your defiant little backside. I’m going to use a stick instead. Now go over there and pick one out.”
Ika shivered.
Getting spanked by Thusar’s hand yesterday had been humiliating enough. The thought of him whipping her behind with a stick was almost too much to bear. But she had no choice. If she defied Thusar now, she ran the risk of earning an even heftier punishment.
Without a word, Ika crossed to the pile by the wall.
A minute ago, this had looked like nothing more than an innocuous collection of sticks. Now, however, each one looked like a little weapon. As Ika flicked her eyes from one stick to another, she imagined the stinging mark each one would leave on her behind.
“Thusar…” she whined plaintively.
“Pick out a switch, Ika, or I will pick one for you.”
Ika tried to swallow. She stooped, and after a bit of searching, she snapped off the tiniest, thinnest twig she could find and held it out to Thusar.
The pack leader scoffed.
“That’s not a switch, Ika. Hell, that’s practically a splinter. Now pick out a proper switch, and if your next choice does not please me, I’ll pick one of my own.”
Ika felt a scorch of anger in her chest.
“That’s not fair,” she cried. “Now you’re just changing the rules.”
Thusar let out a low, rumbling sigh and started to get to his feet.
“No, wait!” Ika blurted. “I’ll pick another one. I’ll pick another one.”
Thusar settled back onto his seat, but his face was set in a stern, unyielding expression.
“A proper one,” he growled. “It is unwise to toy with me, Ika, unless you wish to earn even more punishment.”
Ika turned back to the pile of sticks with a thudding heart. Her mind raced. Surely there was some way that she could escape this humiliating punishment. She just needed to think.
Suddenly, an idea came to her.
Ika knew that Thusar was protective of her. He intended to punish her, but he did not wish to cause her any permanent injury, of that she was fairly certain. Therefore, if she chose a really large stick, Thusar would be forced to go easy on her.
It was a gamble, but Ika decided to try.
She selected a branch that was almost as big around as her wrist and showed it to the pack leader.
“This one,” she said.
The pack of ukkur stared at her blankly for a moment, then they erupted into roars of laughter that shook the walls of the cave. Thusar rose and approached her. He took the branch from her hands.
“I’m going to spank you, not kill you, Ika.”
Thusar broke the stick over his knee and tossed the halves into the fire where they sent up a swirl of orange sparks.
“I’ll give you one last try, little one.”
Ika gulped. She was sweating now, and her heart was almost pounding out of her chest. She turned back to the pile of sticks and selected one. A long, straight twig. It was narrow but sturdy, and her backside tingled at the sight of it.
She offered it to Thusar, who took the switch and held it in the light, examining it carefully.
“Yes, this will do nicely.”
He gestured toward the empty fur where he had been sitting a moment before.
“Now get over there and assume the position.”
“The position?”
“Hands and knees,” Thusar growled coldly. “Face down, ass up.”
Ika whimpered.
But she knew it was useless to resist. Reluctantly, she walked to the fur spread on the floor, taking slow steps to postpone her punishment a few seconds more. Then she got down on all fours, pressed her tear-moistened cheek against the soft, warm fur, and raised her naked hindquarters like an offering.
Ika heard Thusar’s feet scuffing on the floor as he circled her, appraising. There was a moment of shadow as the ukkur passed in front of the fire.
“Spread your knees a bit more.”
Ika complied. Warm air ghosted over her sensitive recess, and she felt eight ukkur eyes focused on the nakedness between her thighs.
“Good,” Thusar growled. “Very good.”
Ika sensed him kneeling, taking up a position beside her. His huge, calloused hand smoothed over the curve of her lower back. The gentleness of that touch belied the rough punishment that she knew was coming.
But somehow, even now, she held out hope that Thusar would change his mind. That he would see she had learned her lesson, and there was no need for a thrashing.
When Thusar spoke, the coldness in his voice quickly dispelled all such hope.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” he growled. “Twenty blows. For each blow, you’re going to count out loud, nice and clear so we can all hear you. If you miss a number, we start over from the beginning. Do you understand?”
Ika shivered and whimpered.
“Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good…”
Ika flinched as the tip of the switch touched her bottom. Thusar had not struck her. Not yet. Instead, he was caressing the end of the switch gently and lovingly over the contours of her upraised backside. For an instant, the tip brushed her nether lips, and Ika sucked a sharp inhale through clenched teeth.
“Very good…”
The touch disappeared. There w
as a faint whistle as the switch split the air, followed by a loud FWAP as it connected with her soft skin. A streak of fire stung her Ika’s bottom, and she yelped and tried to scramble away.
“Catch her,” Thusar roared.
Strong hands caught her arms from both sides. Gunnar on one side and Muk on the other. The two ukkur forced her back into position on the fur cloak. Face down, ass up, just as Thusar had demanded.
The pack leader growled.
“Hold her there so she can’t run.” Then to Ika he added, “You forgot to count. We’re starting over from one.”
“Please,” Ika whimpered. “Thusar, please don’t do this—“
swish
FWAP!
Ika cried out as the switch came down again, drawing another stinging line across her naked rear. But this time she remembered to count.
“One!”
“That’s better,” Thusar grunted in approval.
swish
FWAP!
“Two!”
Thusar swatted her again and again, and soon Ika’s backside was on fire from the switching. After every two or three strikes, Thusar would pause to pet Ika’s inflamed skin. The contrast of gentle and rough messed with her mind and confused her senses.
And just as before, when Thusar had punished her with his hand, Ika’s body started to respond in shameful ways. Her nipples stiffened and throbbed, her skin prickled with goosebumps, and her slit leaked with arousal.
Her body liked this rough discipline.
One of Thusar’s blows connected a little lower than expected, across the top of her thighs, and her nether lips received some of the sting. The shock and pain shot straight into her deepest core, forcing a ragged gasp from Ika’s throat. “Oh fuck…”
“What was that?” Thusar growled. “I didn’t hear you.”
Gods, what number had that been? Fourteen? Fifteen? Ika chose to play it safe and guess low.
“Fourteen,” she cried.
“Wrong. We were on seventeen. Now we have to start again at one.”
“What?” Ika shouted. “Thusar, that’s not fair!”
“I told you, Ika. Miss a number, start over from the beginning. Ready?”
Before Ika could answer yes or no, the switch swatted her again across both cheeks.
“Eighteen,” she hissed defiantly.
Thusar snorted.
“Wrong.”
swish
FWAP!
Ika shuddered. Her backside burned with the multiple criss-crossing welts where Thusar had swatted her. The ukkur was hurting her, but her slit was wet with desire. So wet it was trickling down her inner thighs.
“Nine…teen.”
Thusar snarled with rage.
“You’re only prolonging your punishment, Ika.”
He struck her again, and this time a small climax rippled through her core. Her legs wobbled and gave out, and Ika dropped onto her belly.
“Ass up,” Thusar commanded.
But Ika wasn’t listening. She was too busy humping the fur underneath and moaning softly.
“Ass. Up.”
Thusar swatted her again, and Ika let out a sound that was halfway between a sob and a moan. She writhed on her belly, grinding her crotch against the fur while Muk and Gunnar held her arms.
“Fine,” Thusar grunted. “Have it your way.”
He brought the switch down on her ass again and again. The lashes stung like fire, but each one sent a stab of hot pleasure jolting through Ika’s pelvis. Soon the fur beneath her was sopping wet with her secretions as she continued to hump and hump and hump, grinding her sensitive nub into a shuddering climax.
Moans and screams burst from Ika’s lips, which only served to drive Thusar further into a frenzy. He rained blows onto her stinging behind, grunting like a beast as he did so.
Suddenly, there was a crackle of splintering wood.
The thrashing ceased.
Ika’s rump was blazing. She turned and glanced over her shoulder panting and teary-eyed, and she half expected to see smoke rising from her tortured backside. Behind her, Thusar crouched red-faced and feral looking. He was clutching the broken switch in his massive fist.
Ika knew she shouldn’t provoke him. She really shouldn’t. But some part of her simply couldn’t resist the temptation.
“I told you,” she whispered. “You should have used a bigger stick.”
CHAPTER 23
“What did you say?” Thusar growled.
“I said you should have used a bigger stick.”
Thusar raked his eyes over the defiant little creature lying face down on his fur cloak on the cavern floor. Her round little backside so rosy red from Thusar’s brutal thrashing that it practically glowed in the firelight. And deep in the recess between those succulent thighs, her wet arousal glistened.
The image of that tortured rump and wet slit sent a pulse through Thusar’s hard pole, and he almost spilled his sap right then and there. It was only through a supreme effort of his will that he managed to clench the internal muscles that kept his fluid in.
“A bigger stick?”
Thusar gripped his cock and brandished it like a club. Ika whimpered at the sight and tried to scramble away again, but Gunnar and Muk still held her arms, keeping her defiant little body pinned firmly in place.
“I’ll give you a bigger stick.”
The ukkur pack leader slapped the head of his hard meat against Ika’s ass and she squealed. He thumped his cock against her like he was beating a drum, and each impact left a temporary white imprint on her reddened cheeks.
“Thusar stop it!” Ika cried, her face flushing to the same ruddy hue as her abused rump.
“You asked for this,” Thusar rumbled. And then to his pack brothers: “Turn her over.”
Gunnar and Muk followed their pack leader’s order and flipped Ika onto her back. As soon as her sensitive rear touched down on the pad of fur under her, she yelped and raised her pelvis. Thusar shoved her knees apart and positioned himself between her spread thighs.
“I think it’s time to give this side some punishment too.”
“No,” Ika whined.
But her hips were gyrating and thrusting her pelvis up to meet Thusar’s hard cock. It was clear her body knew exactly what it needed.
Thusar gripped the base of his cock again and levered his shaft up and down, hammering his blunt head against the little pink pearl at the top of Ika’s slit.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ika’s hips bucked and shuddered as if possessed.
“Oh gods, Thusar,” Ika mewled. “What are you doing?”
The sound of her voice set his pole to throbbing. His tip drooled with arousal, staining her patch of fur with the precursor of his sap.
“I’m going to claim that tight little hole.”
Thusar angled his pole downward and wedged his tip against Ika’s opening.
Gods, that hole was so small though. Had Slaine truly managed to fit himself inside of her? It didn’t seem possible. Thusar had no reason to think that Slaine would lie to him about such a thing. But perhaps the half-mad ukkur had been confused. After all, it must have been dark inside that abolith.
Still, Thusar had to try, even if it meant splitting Ika in two.
“Thusar, wait,” she gasped.
But he had already started to push. Her hole was tight but slick, and with some force, Thusar’s rounded head popped inside her. Ika winced and yelped softly, and Thusar grunted as his cock leaked more of his precursor fluid inside her hole.
Gods, she felt fucking good.
Thusar just held himself there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Ika’s wet opening snugged around his throbbing head. Ika mewled and writhed beneath him. The sight of her like that, impaled on his erection, quickened his pulse.
Something about it felt so right, so natural.
Thusar was beginning to understand. This was where his meat belonged. Buried deep between Ika’s quivering thighs.
He
pushed deeper. Her slippery walls squelched around him.
“Thusar,” Ika whined. “Stop…it’s too big.”
Too big? She could be right. His pole was a bit thicker than Slaine’s. But if that crazy bastard could fit inside her, then so could Thusar.
He had to. He couldn’t stop until he felt every inch of her soft, wet interior gripping his long, hard cock.
Thusar sank into her, inch by throbbing inch, until his aching balls were pressed tightly against her ass, and his tip was nudging against the innermost limit of her cavity. Ika gave a wet gasp, The sound was so delicate and sweet that Thusar nearly spilled again, but he held back.
He intended to savor this feeling first.
The sensation was incredible. Ika’s tight little hole stretched around Thusar’s girth, and her wet inner walls conformed perfectly to his shape. So much better than the grip of his callused fist. Even better than Ika’s sweet little mouth.
This was where he belonged. His rightful place. Hilt deep in Ika’s quivering wetness.
Thusar’s cock had found its home.
He drew back slowly, enjoying the silky slip of her channel around him. He drew back until only his throbbing crown remained inside her rim. Then he plunged into her again, eliciting another beautiful cry from Ika’s mouth.
Thusar growled and crushed his lips against hers. It was a hungry, devouring kiss. Ika opened for him and moaned, sucking on his tongue while down below her other slippery lips sucked his aching cock.
Gods, she felt good. Her tiny, soft body offered pleasures the likes of which Thusar had never known or imagined.
Old Rolf had not been lying. Ika truly was a gift from the gods. But now she belonged to him, to Thusar. He owned her with his mouth and with his cock. He would share her. He would grant his pack brothers access to the wet pleasure of her hole. But first and foremost, she was his.
His pet. His plaything.
His Ika.
Thusar’s humping picked up speed. He pounded into her hard and fast. Ika raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts, and the cavern filled with the sound of skin slapping wet skin. Ika’s thighs and crotch were slathered with her secretions, and each time Thusar pulled back, strings of viscous fluid stretched between their bodies.
