Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Fawn
Fifteen years later…
I first courted Wolf’s wrath for mischief when I was a little girl, and not long after we moved to the Blackrock pack. He found me eating a stash of moonberries. I was sick, and he carried me home by the scruff of my shirt in wolf form, where my mother scolded me and didn’t let me play outside for a week.
His real name is Jude, but to me, he is always simply Wolf, my wolf, the Blackrock Pack enforcer.
Today, he is at his sternest as he paces back and forth, filling the confines of my cottage in the woods. He is in half-shift, or werebeast form as I call it, and presents a captivating, if fearsome, figure. This form stands on two legs, and his big, bushy tail stands tall and proud. His giant, beastly fists clench and relax as he berates me, telling me in his stern voice how foolish I have been.
Blue, my faithful hound, watches from the fireside, whining as though in pain.
“You have been reckless, Fawn. Left your cottage safe within the bounds of the pack lands and traveled all the way to the castle ruin where you know bandits have been spotted. Why would you take such a risk?” he demands, his voice deep and growly around his beastly jaws.
“It is pretty there, and the daffodils always bloom first. I wanted some for my kitchen table to brighten up my home.”
I snap my mouth shut when Wolf fixes me with a glare.
I have known Wolf all my life, well, since I was five and we moved here, which is virtually all my life, and I can read his beastly expressions as easily as his human ones. He is furious, but it comes from a place of caring—he has always cared. Wolf is like a solid rock in the churning sea of life. He is also big, protective, and a little scary when vexed. I do not like to court Wolf’s wrath, yet I can admit it also excites me to taunt the beast.
He continues to lecture me in his stern, protective voice as he paces. I get a little starry-eyed as I watch all that resplendent male power moving back and forth before me, his big body covered in a beautiful tawny coat.
My Wolf. I have loved him for as long as I can remember.
“…and you will be going straight over my lap for a spanking, young lady.”
Wait! What? I have missed a large chunk of the conversation mooning over him. My tummy gets all fluttery thinking about him putting me over his lap. I have thought often of how it might feel to have Wolf’s hands upon me, touching the secret place between my thighs, the one that tingles so good when I pet myself there in the deep of the night, imagining Wolf leaning over me in my nest, telling me I am good.
“…you have been a very bad girl, Fawn.”
I swallow. My thighs squeeze together, seeking to ease the building ache.
He stops abruptly. His nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow on my movement, reminding me he is a shifter with an impressive sense of smell.
I don’t breathe as he stares at my secret place hidden behind my pants.
Does he know I’m aroused? Can he guess all the naughty thoughts swirling through my mind?
His eyes lift and pin me where I stand. “Have you listened to a word I just said?”
“Yes, Wolf,” I say.
“Do not lie to me, Fawn,” he growls. “Only bad little girls lie.”
Oops. My heart races. I wonder if he will punish me for being bad. I really like it when he tells me I’m a good girl, but today, I unexpectedly get a little tingly because he has told me I am bad.
“Sorry, Wolf.” I squirm under his censorious glare, cheeks hot, confused about this development. I want to be good for him, but I’m also thinking about my dream where his strong body pressed me into my bed, holding me still, whispering that I’d been naughty and he would need to punish me.
Only I don’t think it was the spanking kind of punishment the dream version of Wolf had in mind.
Wolf growls.
My hound, Blue, pins his tail beneath his legs and slinks under the table. I think about joining him there because Wolf sounds very angry.
“What are you thinking about, lass? I swear I’m talking to myself half the fucking time.”
Oh, dear. Was Wolf talking again?
“There is no hope for it.” He shifts to human as he strides forward.
It is considered rude to look at the private places on a shifter who has just transitioned. Yet my eyes have a mind of their own and immediately lower to his cock. I catch only a glimpse of the thick appendage swinging before I find myself upturned over his knees. “Uff!”
His big hand comes down over my ass with a thunderous clap.
“Ouch!” My pants offer little protection.
Spank! Spank!
I twist and try to cover my ass.
“It seems this is the only way to gain your full and undivided attention.” He catches my flailing hands, pins my wrists to the small of my back, and spanks me three more times in swift succession.
“You will not go to the fucking castle.”
Spank! Spank!
“You will pay attention when I am talking to you about important matters such as your safety.
Spank! Spank!
“You will be a good girl for me.”
It stings a great deal—more than I expected. It also makes me feel small, powerless, and cared for.
I struggle, twitch, and twist, trying to avoid his disciplinary hand. He is still talking to me, but my mind drifts once again, taking me down a meandering path where I find great interest in how easily he masters me. I like this very much. Not the spanking, for it has risen from a mild sting to a fiery burn—but the holding and subduing, how much stronger than me Wolf is, how he only does this because he seeks to keep me safe and is truly worried about me when no one else has since my mama passed away.
“You have not answered me, lass.”
Spank! Spank!
Answered? Oh, what did he ask? I peer back, trying to judge what he might have said, but my hair has fallen over my face, so I have no cues. Also, he is still spanking me, and it is hard to think of anything at all. “I am sorry!”
His hand stills, settling against my burning flesh, so big it covers both cheeks.
There is a buzzing in my ears. My breathing is more of a choppy pant. My entire focus is on his hand against my ass.
“There, it is over now, lass.” His hand smooths downward, pausing to squeeze my right cheek in a way that feels affectionate.
My pussy clenches. My bottom feels hot and swollen, but so does my pussy. When I squeeze my legs together, I can feel how slippery I am.
Belatedly, I realize that his hand has stilled again—that all of him is still. His fingertips are also very close to my pussy… and something hard is poking into my hip.
He shifts to werebeast. The body beneath me disappears.
I’m falling, spinning.
I land face-up with my ass against his firm, fur-covered thighs. I squeak—my bottom is very sore.
Blinking, I brush my hair off my face and try to work out what happened and why he shifted back to a beast. This close, I can see flecks of gold in his beautiful blue eyes. He is more mature than me in ways and years, but he is also a wolf shifter and will live longer than an average human. I should not be counting how long we both have to live and share together, but I do.
“I won’t tolerate any mischief. Especially where the castle ruin is concerned.”
“No, Wolf.”
My spanked bottom throbs. My pussy throbs, too. He smells so nice—I’m getting squirmy and struggling to concentrate again.
His sigh is heavy like he senses my thoughts drifting again. “You will not enjoy the kind of spanking you receive if you put your safety at risk again.”
My tummy becomes full of butterflies. Wolf knows I liked the spanking, even though it was firm. I have also latched onto the kind of spanking part . Does this mean there are other ways of spanking? Would I like it better if I am only a little bit bad?
I lower my eyes to where my hands fidget together on my lap.
He sighs again like I am a lot of trouble, which I dare say I am.
“I need to return to the pack, and you need to bolt this door for the night. Keep Blue close so he can guard you while I’m away.”
He sets me aside, and I’m instantly sad.
I want to fling my arms around him and beg him to stay and protect me. Tell him how I would be very good for him and only him. But before I can do any of this, the door slams shut, and Wolf is gone.