Chapter 8 #3
After he was finished, he stood there and just let the fact that I was completely naked sink in.
My ability to speak words flew out the window and I tried to move to cover myself, but he quickly pinned my arms behind my back, putting all of my body on display for his pack.
He forced me to look out at the crowd and my tongue went dry.
I could see them watching me, looking up and down my body with open interest and a soft keening whine escaped my throat.
“It is unfortunate that your introduction to my pack had to go this way, little mate,” he purred, and my body revolted.
My nipples pebbled and a single drop of wetness slid down the expanse of my right inner thigh.
“Your feisty nature has a time and a place, Ava, but now is not it. I am alpha of this pack, and no one questions my authority, not even you. I do not tolerate defiance and you will be punished, but since you refused me in front of everyone here, they all are going to watch as you learn a very shameful lesson,” he warned, and I froze.
He couldn’t mean that.
I tried to rip my hands from his grasp, but his grip was too strong. I bent forward, attempting to throw him over my shoulder even though he was more than twice my size. Not surprisingly, that didn’t work either. I tried every maneuver that I knew, but nothing was enough to free me from his hold.
He kicked my seat out of the way and while holding me firmly with one hand, moved the other into the center of the platform.
I tried to take advantage of that single moment, but he moved too quickly and before I knew it, he was sitting down and pulling me toward him.
He released my wrists and took hold of my hand, jerking me forward hard enough to make me lose my balance and fall face down over his lap.
He was going to spank me in front of everyone.
I struggled hard once that realization hit me, but he was prepared for that.
Without ceremony, he tipped me forward and forced a leg over the back of one of mine.
The effect of the position was instantaneous, putting everything in between my thighs on display for everyone to see.
With one hand, he pinned me to his lap and no matter how much I pushed at his leg beneath my hips, I didn’t budge the slightest bit.
“You already know that the scent of your arousal is especially enticing to me, but you should know that the rest of my pack can smell it too. All of us knew you were wet before I put you over my knee, but now all of us can see just how soaked that naughty little pussy is, can’t they, little mate? ” he asked.
I cried out in dismay.
He swatted between my legs firmly, sending a stinging frisson of pain radiating across my sensitive folds.
I tried to squeeze my thighs shut, but his leg prevented that.
Instead, I managed to kick my other leg, yet it did nothing to make him let me go.
I stopped moving once I realized I was just exposing myself even more when I did that.
“Answer me, mate,” he demanded sternly, and I growled in frustration.
His hand settled on my backside, still and threatening all the same.
“Don’t!” I screeched and he spanked my bottom hard, causing my right cheek to jiggle just enough to expose the entirety of my pussy to those watching. He did the same to the left side and I vowed that I wouldn’t make a sound, no matter how hard he spanked me.
I should have known better.
His hand was ruthlessly cruel. He spanked me with purpose, wanting to punish me and maybe on some level, to break me so that he could teach me a lesson for undermining him in front of his pack.
He punished up and down my thighs, over every square inch of my backside and he even used his hands to spread open my bottom cheeks so he could spank there too.
Those were especially hard, and I struggled to take them, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
From the very start, he spanked me so hard that it felt as if my ass had caught fire.
Every smack smoldered and sizzled with stinging pain.
Prickles of sharp agony blossomed across each cheek, spreading and settling inward until it reached the center of my core.
My pussy quivered and I knew that I was getting wetter the longer this went on.
I wanted to beg him to stop, but I kept my mouth shut. The punishing bite of his hand never lessened, but he eventually paused long enough for me to catch my breath. I renewed my vow to keep quiet, banking on my inner courage to help me keep it.
“I expect a proper answer, little mate,” he demanded. I refused to give him one.
“Fuck you,” I said instead. I don’t know why I continued to challenge him, and I don’t know where I found the bravery to do it, but I did.
The sound of his pack gasping in shock was audible and my insides twisted in sudden anxiety. I whimpered quietly, actively regretting the words immediately after they left my mouth. They had been foolishly brazen, and I knew at once that I was going to pay dearly for them.
“Toboe. Do me the honor of fetching a wooden spoon from the kitchen, please,” Lawson called out.
“You got it, boss,” Toboe answered with far too much glee.
“No!” I shrieked, but Lawson cut me off before I could finish.
“Little mate, you should know I will thoroughly take you in hand no matter where we are or who we are with. I will deal with you properly whenever you need it. Right now, you need your bare little bottom spanked hard with a wooden spoon until you’re sobbing over my knee.
That should make you nervous, but the part that should really make you nervous is going to come after that,” he declared, and a hot shiver raced down my spine.
“You can’t,” I gasped.
“I can and I will. You need to be punished and I intend to do exactly that,” he said darkly.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said softly, trying to volley for his mercy even though I knew the chances of him taking the bait were slim to none.
Instead of answering right away, he slipped his fingers between my thighs, and I gasped. I was immediately ashamed of just how easily his thick digits slid along my slick folds and of how everyone watching could see him touch me like that.
“Ava, you’re protesting an awful lot for a little girl with a pussy this soaking wet,” he observed and the heat that had been creeping along my face very nearly exploded with sizzling intensity.
I heard the wooden doors open and close. Toboe’s footsteps echoed as he jogged down the stairs and joined us. Lawson’s fingers pulled away from my pussy and soon enough, the cool surface of the spoon pressed against my backside.
I couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of doom that was about to rain down on me.
He tapped the spoon lightly against my bottom and a soft sound of quiet nervousness escaped me. He popped my right cheek gently, but the resulting sting was enough to catch me off guard. Maybe I was right to fear it.
“I’m going to enjoy reminding you of your place very much, little mate, but I’m quite certain you’re not going to feel the same way,” he murmured, and I jerked hard just before the spoon connected with my left cheek much harder than the warning tap he’d threatened me with before.
The sting was instantaneous, but far sharper and more overwhelming than his hand or even his belt.
A cry escaped my lips and I slammed them back together, trying to swallow the sound.
Another hard spank with the spoon followed on the opposite side, harsh and ruthless and it was then that my punishment truly began.
There was nothing other than my naked bottom and that dreadful spoon.
My world became one with the vicious pain that radiated across my entire backside with every cruel spank.
He left no spot unpunished, thoroughly disciplining the entire expanse of my cheeks and my thighs.
He even spread open my bottom and exposed me to the crowd as he used the spoon to punish the inside of my cleft.
I shrieked at the intense sting, trying to take it with dignity, but I was quickly losing that. I’d broken my vow.
I don’t know how long I lasted without making a sound, but it didn’t much matter really.
That spoon was vicious, and I fought him with every breath, trying to squirm and escape its bite.
I never did. That spoon met its mark every time, cruel and brutal, and as it continued, I began to feel like I was losing control.
He had taken that control and he wasn’t letting go.
He started to punish the lower curve of my bottom and the tops of my thighs even harder than before, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.
I blinked several times as I tried to stop the inevitable, but I knew it was a losing battle.
My eyes watered and no matter what I did to try to hold it back, the first tear dripped down my cheek of its own accord.
Another followed. Then another, until a volley of tears stained my cheeks.
As I sobbed, it was as if the fight had drained out of me.
I no longer kicked or fought. The spanks still came, harsh and mean, but they’d also started to slow.
Eventually, he stopped, and I was left to suffer the full stinging weight of the aftermath of that dreaded spoon.
I was still though, suffering with my red bottom on display.
“Open your legs, little mate. You have three more to take on that naughty little pussy,” he commanded.
I sobbed harder, but I obeyed. I was showcasing myself to the audience and I knew they would be able to see just how wet my punishment had made me, but it didn’t much matter.
My alpha had given me an instruction and I needed to follow it.
Fearfully, I spread my thighs as much as I could. He placed the back of the spoon against the bare lips of my pussy.
“These are going to hurt, mate, but I want you to always remember to follow your alpha’s command. I want you to remember how sore your pussy was after you defied me. Do you understand me?” he pressed.