Chapter 10 #3
“The time for talking is long over,” he replied. I shivered and tried to pull away from him once more. He didn’t allow me to.
He placed a foot on a nearby ledge and tossed me over his leg, suspending me in midair over his thigh.
Face down.
I couldn’t reach the floor with either my hands or my feet. My vulnerability shook me to the core.
His men would be able to see my bare bottom, the tail inside me, and everything in between my legs. I realized with a cry that I was wet at that moment too.
“Already glistening, my little pet,” he observed pointedly, and my shame deepened tenfold. “I wonder how much wetter you’ll be after my men get to see this disobedient backside marked from my belt.”
I struggled over his thigh, but I tipped forward enough to make myself panic. I feared falling and hitting my face on the floor, but his firm hand on my hip steadied me. For that, I was grateful.
His other hand came down on my upturned ass with ruthless intent. There was no teasing or stoking of my arousal. From the beginning, it was very clear that this was a punishment and nothing else. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
Shamefully, that only made my pussy grow wetter.
His hand was insanely firm from the start. It stung heavily, the ensuing fire far more intense than I was ready for. I clasped my lips shut, vowing to keep silent for as long as I could. He spanked my bottom and all the way down my thighs. I couldn’t really kick unless I wanted to fall.
Being spanked like this made me feel so incredibly small. It really forced me to focus on nothing other than the inevitable terrible fall of his palm across my backside.
There was no mercy for me and even as I struggled to take it, I understood why. I’d been impatient. I’d spoken out of turn in a world that I had no place in other than by Talyn’s side.
His hand bit cruelly into the spot where my bottom met my thigh, and I knew that I would feel it long after. He did that several more times before he focused exclusively on the backs of my legs.
He broke through my vow of silence with a few firmly placed slaps to my calves, forcing me to cry out for the first time in front of his men.
I bit the side of my cheek with shame. I should have been stronger than that. I tried to renew my vow of silence, but it was too late for that.
As if he could read my mind, he started punishing me even more firmly. Each spank made me gasp in shock at its intensity and soon enough, my ass and the backs of my legs felt like they’d been scalded in a fire.
I told myself I wouldn’t beg. I told myself that I wouldn’t show the men watching that Talyn could break me with something as simple as a spanking over his knee. For a while, I was successful.
Then he began taking off his belt.
The black leather swished as he pulled it free from his belt loops. I looked back anxiously as he folded it in two, holding the clasp end in his hand.
Fuck. This wasn’t good.
He didn’t use the belt right away and I used that single moment to catch my breath, trying to grapple with the burning sting of his palm and nervously waiting for what was to come next.
He lined up the doubled end with my sore backside.
At first, he patted it gently against my trembling flesh and I waited with bated breath.
The leather was soft, pliable, and well worn.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. Maybe his hand had been the worst part.
When the belt snapped against my bottom for the first time, I realized I’d been wrong.
Very wrong.
The line of fire that followed that initial snap was like a brand. In the harrowing seconds that followed, the sting grew more intense.
“Your ass was made for this, pet. It’s positively breathtaking when it’s marked from my belt,” Talyn declared, and my legs trembled the slightest bit.
He whipped me with the belt again and I gasped, knowing what to expect now and not being able to bear it gracefully. I struggled over his knee to take it, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
He was right. This was his world. It had long since ceased being mine.
“Please, sir,” I finally caved, hoping it would be enough to stop the terrible lash from his belt.
He whipped me at a much faster pace and the escalating sting only grew that much more intense. The agony built on itself at a frightful speed, and soon enough, it consumed me. I could think of nothing else other than my burning backside and that terrible belt.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I wailed, and still, he didn’t slow. He only turned to whip the backs of my legs next, not sparing my thighs or my calves.
I thought I’d be brave and remain in control.
I couldn’t.
My eyes watered and I tried to squeeze them shut to prevent the inevitable. That only worked for a few seconds before he whipped my thighs even more cruelly than before.
My breath hitched and I cried out, trying to keep my tears at bay. I failed.
When the first sob broke free, my shame was insurmountable. My tears dripped down my cheeks in earnest soon after that. I sobbed harder and Talyn slowed, welting my bottom harshly each time after that. My body slumped over his thighs as I cried freely.
He tossed the belt aside and gathered me in his arms for a brief moment. I had hoped that my ordeal was over, but he carried me over to leather couch in the middle of the room. He bent me over the back of it.
“Lift your bottom and spread your legs. Show me you can be a good girl for the man who owns you,” he demanded.
With my bottom burning in agony, I didn’t need to be told twice. I sniffled back my tears and presented myself to him properly, knowing that my ordeal was only partially over now.
He was going to punish me with his cocks next and it was going to be far, far more shameful that the spanking I’d just received because his men were going to watch the whole thing.
“Your body knows you belong to me, my pet. You’re absolutely soaked,” he announced, and I whined pitifully into the cushions of the couch. I was thankful for the curtain of my hair hiding my face at that point.
“Offer me those pretty holes, my pet. Ask me to take them as a thank you for giving you the punishment you needed,” he instructed.
“Please,” I begged.
He spanked between my thighs hard enough to thoroughly scald my slickened folds. The slap sounded wet and echoed throughout the room. If his men couldn’t see it, they would have heard it.
“Please use my pretty holes, sir,” I whimpered.
“Louder,” Talyn commanded.
“Please use my pretty holes, sir. As a thank you for punishing me,” I repeated, but my voice shook the whole time. I had managed to be louder, but only by a little. I prayed it would be enough.
Talyn growled and I waited for another stinging spank between my thighs.
That slap never came, but I was able to discern the quiet noise of him freeing his cocks.
I tried to lift my hips obediently for him, to show him that I had been punished enough and that hopefully maybe he’d grant me mercy when he fucked me.
It was a foolish hope.
He removed my tail gently and I didn’t know what to make of it, but there wasn’t time to think because then his cocks surged into both of my holes at the same time. There was no stretching me open or preparing me for what was to come.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
There would have been no preparing myself for it even if he had warned me. His secondary cock was already slick, but the painful bite was more intense than ever before as it slammed into my bottom hole.
He forced himself inside me so roughly that I opened my mouth to plead for leniency, but nothing came out other than a strangled pained cry. My pussy and my asshole both tightened instinctually, trying to push him out. That only made the incredible agony that much worse.
My entire world was consumed by the searing hot stretching burn. I tried to relax and open myself for him, but that proved to be impossible. The punishing pain only grew more intense with every clench, radiating up and down my spine.
I was already sore from the night before. This made it that much worse.
By the time he’d sunk fully inside me, I was gasping for air. He stilled for a moment, petting his fingers across my naked lower back as if to remind me that everything was going to be okay. It was in stark contrast to his harsh roughness.
I tentatively reached back, not to block him but to further that touch. His fingers closed around mine, pinning my hand down, but also giving me the reassurance I needed in that moment. I took in a breath and tried to relax, but his entry still hurt.
“That’s a good girl. You look so pretty when you’re full of my cocks,” he purred and slowly, my body acclimated to him. The pain became more manageable. I knew it would remain for some time, but I sniffed back what was left of my tears and focused on the needy feeling developing between my legs.
Slowly, he began to fuck me, sliding his lengths in and out of me steadily and surely enough to snap my arousal forward like a slingshot.
“You needed this, didn’t you?” he questioned, and I shuddered as the lubricant from his cocks began to sink into my flesh.
I grew warmer, my arousal stronger and I briefly wondered if he had any control over that.
My body seemed to open for him and the soreness from his initial entry retreated a bit more.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
“Your tight little holes keep clenching around my cocks, my needy pet. You need more than this,” he observed brazenly. His other hand snaked up my back, settling at the base of my scalp. I whined warily, but that didn’t stop his fist from closing around my hair.
He jerked me up, forcing me to look up at the men in the room.
“Let them see the look of pleasure on your face after you’ve been punished. Let them see how much you’re enjoying the feeling of being filled with my cocks,” he announced.