by Sara Fields
A cold chill raced over my skin.
His fingers gripped the fabric of my nightgown and I tensed.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarled.
“It’s not up to you anymore, Freya,” he said softly. Painfully slowly, he raised my chemise, baring my calves, then the backs of my legs until he paused just before baring my bottom.
“I’m going to kill you,” I threatened.
“I’m sure you will, but if you’re going to try, I’m going to make sure you have a bright red bottom when you do,” he answered.
Wait.
What?
As he pulled the fabric up even higher, I came to the realization that Aric had every intention of punishing me for ignoring his command.
He was going to spank me.
I renewed my struggles as he bared my panty-clad backside. He gathered the fabric of my chemise at my lower back, before trailing his fingers across my freshly bared skin. He edged along the hem of my panties, hooking a single finger beneath the edge and pausing for a long moment.
“Do you think these pretty white panties are going to remain in place for this lesson, Freya?” he asked.
“Don’t you dare,” I threatened. “You have no right.”
I didn’t want him to take them down. I didn’t want him to know that I was wet when I shouldn’t be. He couldn’t know what kind of effect he was having on me.
He edged them down so slowly that I could feel my shame compounding with every passing second. He revealed the tops of my cheeks first and I pressed my legs together, although that didn’t stop him. I fought him every step of the way.
“Open your legs. Your panties are coming off whether you like it or not. You’re not helping yourself if you continue to defy me,” he warned.
“Let me go, you bastard,” I scowled. I didn’t listen. I didn’t open my legs. I wouldn’t give in, no matter what he did to me.
“If you continue to fight me, Freya, you’re going to learn what my belt feels like before you’re allowed to have even just a taste of my cock,” he threatened, which only made me even angrier.
I fought him like a wild demon. His grip on my panties tightened and in one hard motion, he tore them off. The thin fabric pinched roughly at my wet folds and a soft whimper escaped my throat at the unexpected pain that raced through my most sensitive place. He tossed my torn underwear right in front of my face and a rush of shame hurtled through me at seeing how wet they were. He didn’t say anything, but I was sure that he could see the wet spot just as well as I could.
I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.
I had thought that was bad and then his fingers pressed between my legs, discovering my wetness for himself. Those fingertips slid up and down my folds. I shivered hard and closed my eyes.
No one had ever touched me like that before. Not even myself.
I had never made time for sex. I had spent my life learning how to fight and how to conquer. I had never felt attraction toward any man. My alpha solely felt animosity for anyone who thought they could take me. I had never even come across an omega male and felt nothing for any beta that had tried to seduce me. Sure, there had been plenty of offers, but I had turned down every single one.
I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted to feel something for the man who took me to bed. I didn’t want to feel anything for Aric, but I was afraid of what he was awakening inside me and I fought it tooth and nail despite how nervous I was right now of what he might do.
Aric’s fingers confidently explored my wet flesh, edging forward until he found the sensitive hardness of my clit. I gasped at the feeling, my core cramping down hard in response. He circled that tender bud and I felt more and more like I was losing control of the heated flush that was overtaking everything.
I tried fighting again. I twisted my body hard, back and forth, even though it didn’t seem to help me at all. His hold on my waist was strong and it put me at such a disadvantage. I screeched with frustration and his fingers left my clit.
My pussy throbbed with an incredibly needy sensation and I couldn’t make it go away.
His palm cracked down hard against my naked backside and the shock of it made me stop fighting immediately. The sound was loud, and it echoed shamefully throughout the room. Mortified, I came to the realization that if anyone was servicing my chambers or walking through the hallway, they would probably have heard the sound of it.
“I won’t be spanked like a naughty little girl,” I exclaimed.
“It’s no longer up to you, Freya,” he replied darkly, and I twisted once more, only to have his palm smack my ass once again.
Once the initial shock finally wore off, the pain from those spanks spread across my backside and I opened my lips as I tried to silently process them. I didn’t want him to hear how much he was affecting me, and I really didn’t want him to know how much this punishment was making my pussy tighten with even more need than I thought possible.
He held me firmly in place and then my spanking truly began. He spanked the upper curve of my backside, all the way down my thighs, ensuring that he left no spot unpunished. His palm was hard, it stung a great deal, and for the first time in my life, I started to feel out of control. I couldn’t stop him from spanking me. I couldn’t get off of his lap and I couldn’t stop the way my hips were rocking lewdly back and forth, trying to avoid each painful spank. He could probably see my pussy each time I did that, but the only thing I could think of was ending this painful spanking as soon as I possibly could.
“Stop. Please,” I whispered, hoping that he would hear the concession in my voice.
“This isn’t going to end until you fully learn your place, Freya, both over my knee and at the end of my cock,” he said darkly.
He chuckled and spanked me harder, focusing more thoroughly on the lower curve of my bottom and then my thighs. I squirmed back and forth, but his aim was true each and every time. I screeched as the full weight of what was happening finally washed over me.
Oh, fuck. This was a different kind of pain than one I experienced in battle. This was one I couldn’t fight back against. Instead, I was being held over his knees, getting my bottom spanked against my will and I had no idea when it was going to stop.
“Such a pretty little thing with a bright red little bottom,” he observed, and I shivered with shame.
“Fuck off,” I snarled. He tsked and spanked me even harder, ensuring to punish the underside of my bottom until I was breathless from the overwhelming sting.
It was then I realized that I could feel his rock-hard cock against my belly. It was enormous and for a second, I wondered how it would feel deep inside my tight pussy. My mouth went dry and my core twisted impossibly tight. A lightning bolt of desire cracked inside me and a rush of wetness dripped down my folds. I hid my face in the blankets, not wanting him to see just how much of an effect he was having on me. I didn’t want him to see how much he was making me blush right now.
I tried to push all of it away, but it simply seemed to grow stronger and stronger until it felt like it was a part of me.
It almost felt like instinct.
Except it couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.
He gave me no time to think about it any longer. His palm cracked hard against my backside again and again until I was so incredibly sore. My skin felt like it was burning with fire and my thighs ached, but he didn’t slow down. Instead, he spanked me even harder and I was unable to keep quiet any longer.
I begged him to stop. I begged for mercy. He gave me none.
“Are you feeling in control right now, little girl?” he asked carefully, taking a moment to thoroughly spank the backs of my thighs so hard that I had difficulty answering him until he paused. My entire backside burned hot, and I whimpered loudly with how very much it hurt.
“No,” I mewled.
“Good. Then we are just getting started,” he replied.
He spanked me even harder after that. He didn’t say anything more,
simply punishing me far more thoroughly than I ever could have expected. It didn’t seem like it would ever end. My breath hitched in the back of my throat and I tried to swallow down my noisy cries of pain, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t possible, no matter how hard I tried.
The moment I realized I was going to cry over this man’s knee, I broke a little inside. My core twisted hard and I whined in pain, a senseless surge of desire racing through me even as I lay over his knees, my bottom bare and so incredibly sore.
This was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening, but nothing I could do would make it stop and once that realization fully settled on me, it was the beginning of the end of me.
When the first tear fell, I wailed in defeat. When the second fell, I moaned with arousal, feeling the rampant wetness gliding down my thighs as I tried to avoid the painful bite of his palm.
The tears began falling faster and my body went slack, the fight subdued in me as I tried to grapple with being forced over his knee and punished until my bottom was this sore. He grasped me about the waist and deposited me on my belly in the middle of the bed. I turned my head, pressing my palm to my mouth in an effort to quiet my sobs, but at the same time, I watched as he unclasped the thick belt. He slid the thick leather through the loops of his pants and folded it in his hand.
It hung ominously by his side and I swallowed hard, anxiously watching it swing back and forth.
He held me in place with a single hand on my lower back. Carefully, he released me, only to reach in between my legs with those fingers.
“So very wet for me, Freya,” he observed, and I moaned with shame. “It’s dripping down onto your thighs now. I think there’s a part of you that’s enjoyed this.”
He laid the folded belt on top of my ass and just held it there.
“Tell me. Why are you so wet, Freya?” he asked expectantly.
“I don’t know,” I whined. I reached back, feeling the heat emanating from my punished backside and his touch returned to my clit, circling and pressing harder than before. I was so ashamed that my body seemed to react of its own accord. I couldn’t stop the way my hips ground against his fingers and I desperately wanted to.
Why was I like this? Why did I want him to touch me at the very same time I didn’t?
I felt so hot, so feverish with need and it was so unfamiliar that I didn’t know how to handle it. The need for more was impossibly strong, and so heavy that for a moment, I wondered if it was charged by instinct. I sincerely hoped that it wasn’t.
“It’s time you learned how very much you’re out of your element now, Freya,” he murmured, and the warm leather of his belt pulled away from my skin. I chewed my lip and pressed my forehead into the bed, fully relinquishing the fact that he was going to stop when he decided I had enough and not a moment before.
I heard the belt cut through the air before it connected with my naked backside. Immediately, a blazing brand etched across my tender flesh and I keened.
“No. Please,” I begged.
“You know already what’s happening to you, don’t you, little alpha?” he said darkly, and my hips lifted to meet the next painful lash. “Even though you protest, your body is bowing to my alpha. You’ve spread your thighs for me. You’ve been raising your hips in acquiescence of your punishment and even now, you’re displaying yourself for me as I whip your defiant little bottom with my belt.”
“No. I’m not,” I protested. My voice carried with it an air of panic and fear that he could be right about everything he was saying.
“You are, Freya. I could spank that little pussy bright pink and still, you’d continue to spread your thighs for me, wouldn’t you? Even though it would hurt?” he observed.
I shook with shame. This couldn’t be. I couldn’t want these things. I was an alpha. I should be fighting him every step of the way, but instead, here I was lying on my belly waiting for the next terrible strike of the belt.
He whipped me hard and fast ten times in a row, lashing my bottom and the backs of my thighs. The tears came faster and before long, I was sobbing into the sheets.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
I was horrified at myself when I did.
His palm pressed against my naked pussy and he slapped it, hard. My hips rolled, trying to avoid another painful strike, but then he did it again, three times in quick succession. It hurt, but my belly roiled with arousal and when his fingertip just pressed against my entrance, I tried to twist my hips in a way to force him inside me.
“You still think you’re in control, don’t you, little alpha?” he questioned.
“Please,” I begged.
Wetness seemed to pour out of me, soaking the sheets beneath me, and I moaned as my body rolled, aching for something although I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t want to think about it any further because I was afraid of what it might mean.
I didn’t want to figure out what I actually wanted because I was terrified that I wanted his cock, that I wanted him to fuck me.
He gripped the cloth of my thin chemise and tore that too. He ripped it into shreds and used a piece of it to bind my wrists. He gripped one ankle and then the other, before spreading me wide and tying each ankle to the bedposts with the remnants of my nightgown.
His palm returned to my pussy and he spanked it hard for what felt like forever. He held me still with one hand on my lower back, while the other continued to punish my wet, sensitive flesh until it was sore to the touch. It was painful to even press myself against the bed and I tried to lift my hips so that it wouldn’t hurt as much, but the belt whipped my bottom again.
My pussy spasmed with need and more of my arousal pooled beneath me.
Naked and on display, I’d never felt more out of control in my life. My body was getting hotter and hotter, the arousal spinning through me with growing intensity with every passing second, and the wetness between my legs was quickly soaking the bed. I wanted to feel relief. My skin itched with need and my fingers curled into my palms, pressing hard enough to ache, but nothing could have quelled the rampant urges that were developing with terrifying speed inside me.
I was petrified that I knew what was happening and I pushed it away with everything in me.
It couldn’t be. I couldn’t want this.
The belt continued to fall, relentlessly painful and I sobbed. The tears fell with wild abandon and nothing could stop them.
Nothing but Aric’s cock.
My body burned with need. I panted and cried, and his palm returned to my pussy, only to punish it once again. The sound of his hand spanking my pussy was embarrassingly wet and I shuddered with shame at the same time I wailed at the painful ache. My inner walls fluttered hard and his fingers teased my clit one more time.
Over and over he teased me, leaving me cruelly on the edge of release. Orgasm felt so close each and every time, but then he would take his fingers away only to slap my pussy once more, driving me insane with pleasure and pain the more he tortured me.
With every last breath, I fought the only possibility for all of this with everything that I had. My clit throbbed with need and my core twisted harder and more painfully than ever. I didn’t know how much longer I could survive this. Everything hurt. I was incredibly aroused. I was so impossibly wet, and I didn’t want to accept what all of this might mean.
“It can’t be,” I sobbed.
“What’s happening, little alpha?” he asked.
“There’s no possible way,” I whispered.
“Tell me, Freya,” he demanded gently. “What’s this between your thighs?”
His fingers traced down my legs, gliding across the rampant wetness that was gathered there. I was so soaked that there was only one possibility for what it was. I wailed, digging my fingers into the sheets beneath me, before I finally answered him.
“It’s slick,” I whispered forlornly. My hips twitched and rolled against his fingers. He wasn’t teasing me anymore and I came to the sickening conclusion that I was doing it to mys
elf.
“Why would an alpha be so wet with slick?” he pressed, and I screamed into the blankets. There was no question of what this was anymore. I could fight it all I wanted, but that wasn’t going to stop this. This was estrous. I was going into heat. I could feel my alpha fading away and another presence inside me coming to life.
“Because,” I began, but I couldn’t finish the thought. I screamed again, not wanting to continue.
“Why are you this wet, Freya?” he pushed, his voice far too calm.
“Because I’m going into heat,” I sobbed. Tears raced down my cheeks and everything in me fought against what he was saying.
“Please, make it stop,” I begged.
“What are you, Freya?” he pressed, not allowing me to change the subject or ignore what was really happening to me right now.
Disbelief raced through me. I wanted to refuse to accept what he was insinuating, but even now, my entire body was twisting so hard with desire that it was quickly becoming more painful than I could bear. I needed relief and I needed it soon, or else I felt like I was going to be torn apart from the inside out.
His fingers gently caressed my clit and then he slipped one single digit inside me and I clenched around him desperately. He purred, the sound low and enticing and my core tightened so hard that I keened from the aching sensation. Slick poured down my thighs as my body prepared to take his length and there was no doubt left in my mind after that.
Alphas didn’t respond to another alpha’s purr. Alphas didn’t have slick pour from their bodies, and they didn’t go into heat.
Omegas did.
Which could only mean one terrible thing.
“I’m an omega,” I whispered with horror, as it finally hit me. Sobs racked my frame and his fingers continued to explore me. I hated it. I loved it.
I screamed.
My world fractured. A part of me died inside and another piece of me flared to life.
“That’s right, little omega. You’re going into heat and you need my cock, don’t you?”
I wailed as he teased my clit and he purred once more, making my entire body answer to his call. More slick poured down my thighs and rampant desire amplified in my veins until I was nothing more than a panting animal that needed to be fucked.
