Chapter 19
Jendra
I couldn’t speak. Could only stare up at him through my tears as my body trembled in this obscene position.
“Your pussy is very beautiful,” Beta continued, and I felt heat flood my face at the frank assessment. “I’m very much looking forward to enjoying it with my cock. To feeling your virgin sheath stretch around me. To teaching you what it means to be properly fucked by your master.”
I clenched hard at his words, and I knew he could see it.
Could see exactly how my body responded to the promise of what was to come.
I remembered Omega saying almost the same words, when he had bound me to the horrible frame and told me I would have to wait for my defloration.
It felt so different to hear the promise to fuck me from Beta, but in that moment I couldn’t have said why, or how.
Then my new master—my chosen master—spoke again.
“I know how badly you need it,” he said, his voice gentler now. “How desperately your body craves to be filled. To be used. To be claimed completely. That need is natural, Jendra. There’s no shame in wanting to be fucked.”
Tears streamed down my temples as I listened, my hands gripping my knees so tightly my fingers ached. It took a moment, but then a great deal became much clearer to me.
I had created Omega. Out of that shame—out of an attempt to rid myself of those needs that I had pretended was an innocent exploration.
Instead of exploring, and then leaving those mortifying desires behind, I had given them a monstrous form: Omega.
I had begun to believe him when he told me that submission to his brutal sexual domination represented my destiny—what I deserved.
Then Beta had rescued me. He had dominated me, but he had also given me a new choice. I had chosen to submit to him.
“You do need fucking very, very badly,” he continued, his expression growing more serious. “But a girl like you must also learn to recognize that her cunt can lead her astray. That the needs of your pussy, when not properly guided and disciplined, can make you do dangerous things. Reckless things.”
I felt my eyes go wide as I realized that Beta’s words traced exactly the same line of reasoning as my own thoughts. Omega, born of my pussy’s wayward needs. The summoning. Everything that had followed.
“You created a monster because you hadn’t learned to control these urges,” Beta said, each word sinking deep into my mind. “You nearly destroyed yourself, and you put the entire galaxy at risk, all because your cunt demanded satisfaction and you didn’t know how to channel that need properly.”
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. He spoke so coarsely, so brutally, but I could feel my body responding.
The part of me that had been so desperate that it had created Omega resonated with each terrible utterance, raising a strange hope that my new master would be very, very strict with me.
That only his harshness could tame the wildness inside my body. “Master, I’m so sorry…”
“I know you are,” he said, and his voice softened again.
“And now you’re going to learn. You’re going to learn that your master will whip your cunt when he deems it necessary.
When you need to be reminded that this part of you belongs to him.
That your pleasure, your needs, your very desires are under his control. ”
He raised the paddle slightly, and I whimpered at the sight.
“I need you to accept this fully, Jendra,” Beta said, his eyes holding mine with that same intense focus.
“I need you to consent again to having your vulva whipped, now, when your legs are spread and the paddle is right above your naughty cunny. And not just on this occasion, but whenever I decide you need it. Can you do that?”
The question hung in the air between us. This was different from the ceremony, from the vows, and even from when I’d asked for the punishment a few minutes ago. This was about something even deeper—about truly surrendering control of my most intimate self.
“I…” My voice broke. “I accept it, Master. I accept that… that you’ll whip my vulva when you think I need it. I consent.”
The words came out between sobs, but I meant them. Powers help me, I meant them.
“Good girl,” Beta said, and warmth bloomed in my chest despite everything.
Sala moved closer, her hands settling on my shoulders. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Hold on to me if you need to.”
Beta raised the paddle, positioning himself carefully. I could see his face over my exposed pussy, could see the concentration in his expression as he prepared to deliver the punishment.
The first lash landed with a sharp crack that seemed to echo through the entire room.
The pain was indescribable. It wasn’t like the cane—that had felt like sharp, burning lines.
This was different. This was a deep, thudding ache that seemed to explode through that entire, perplexing, misbehaving part of my body, from waist to knees.
My outer lips absorbed the impact, and the sensation radiated inward, making every nerve ending scream.
I shrieked, my body trying to curl up, but Sala’s hands held me firmly. My legs wanted to close, to protect myself, but somehow I kept them spread. Kept myself displayed for him even as I bucked against the bench as if I rode some ghostly saddle of fire.
“One,” Beta said calmly, as if he hadn’t just delivered the most intense pain I’d ever felt in the most sensitive place on my body.
I couldn’t speak. Could only sob and gasp, my chest heaving as I struggled to process what had just happened.
“You’re doing well,” Sala murmured, her hands gentle but firm on my shoulders. “Just two more, darling. You can do this.”
The second strike landed before I was ready, catching my swollen lips with the same precise aim.
The pain built on the first, intensifying it, and I heard myself wail.
My pussy felt like my master had set it ablaze, the agony searing—but also throbbing with an ache that seemed to pulse through my entire lower body.
“Two,” Beta said, and I thought I heard approval in his voice.
Tears streamed down my face in earnest now. My hands gripped my knees so hard I thought I might leave bruises, but I held myself open. Held myself in position for the final stroke.
“Last one,” Beta said, and there was definitely warmth in his tone now. “You’re being very brave, Jendra. Very obedient.”
The third strike landed, and this time I felt it everywhere. In my clit, in my lips, deep inside where my virgin sheath waited for him. The pain crashed over me in waves, and I sobbed so hard I could barely breathe.
But underneath the agony, something else stirred. Something that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.
My pussy clenched hard, and I felt fresh moisture gathering despite—no, obviously, because of—the punishment. The shame of it made me cry harder, but I couldn’t deny what my body was telling me.
“Three,” Beta said quietly, setting the paddle aside. “It’s done.”
Sala’s hands helped me lower my legs slowly, and the movement made my punished pussy… my punished cunt… throb with renewed intensity. Every part of me ached—my bottom and thighs from the cane, my pussy from the horrible, special paddle, my shoulders from holding my position.
“You did beautifully,” Sala whispered, helping me sit up carefully. The moment my punished bottom made contact with the bench, I gasped at the pain, but she steadied me. “So brave. So good.”
She pulled me into an embrace, and I collapsed against her, sobbing into her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me as I shook with the aftermath of everything I’d just endured.
“There, there,” she murmured, stroking my hair. “The worst is over now. You survived it. You submitted so perfectly.”
I clung to her, desperately needing the comfort of another woman’s touch after such brutal punishment. She held me until my sobs began to subside, until I could breathe somewhat normally again.
Finally, she pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I have to go now,” she said gently. “Alpha is waiting for me. But you’re in good hands with Beta. He’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you,” I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming and crying.
Sala kissed my forehead tenderly, then stood and walked toward the door. I watched her go, feeling suddenly very alone with my new master.
Then Beta was there, his strong arms sliding under me, lifting me as easily as if I weighed nothing. I gasped as the movement jostled my punished flesh, but he held me carefully against his broad chest.
“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” he said, carrying me out of the discipline room.
We passed through the living area and into the bedroom.
It was even more luxurious than I’d thought if from my glimpse earlier—a massive bed dominated the space, covered in soft fabrics that looked impossibly inviting.
And there, just as he’d warned me, were the mirrors.
Large ones, positioned on the walls and even on the ceiling so that…
so that someone on the bed could see themselves from multiple angles.
My breath caught as I realized what that meant. What he would indeed make me watch.
But Beta didn’t take me straight to the bed.
Instead, he carried me to stand right in front of one of the mirrors—this one taking up most of one wall.
He set me down carefully, my feet touching the soothingly cool floor of textured stone, maintained I felt sure at the optimal temperature for comfort. My master positioned himself behind me.
“Look,” he commanded softly.
I raised my eyes to the mirror and gasped at what I saw.
My face was flushed and tearstained, my eyes red from crying. My hair was disheveled, falling around my shoulders in tangles. Down below, where the sight of my bare cleft brought heat to my cheeks, there was a pink hue that almost seemed to glow, from the cunt paddle’s terrible lesson.
Gently, with his hands on my shoulders, Beta turned me, as I watched the revelation in the mirror, mesmerized. I turned my face to look over my shoulder, until at last I saw it: the place where my master had told me a girl like me needed to feel the correction of the man responsible for her.
My poor little bottom.
The cane had left its mark exactly as Beta had promised. Parallel red lines striped my rear cheeks and thighs, some already darkening to purple. The welts stood out starkly against my pale skin, a visible testament to what I’d just endured.
“Beautiful,” Beta murmured from behind me, and I felt his hands settle on my hips. The twisting position made the welts burn, but I couldn’t look away. I’d been marked. Thoroughly, completely marked as his.
Beta reached for something on a nearby table—a jar of cream. He opened it, and the scent of something soothing filled the air.
“Watch,” he said, and I kept my eyes fixed on the mirror as his large hand, now coated with the cream, approached my punished flesh.
The first touch made me gasp. The cream was cool against my burning skin, and Beta’s fingers were gentle as he began to work the cream into the welts.
Despite the care he took, each touch made me gasp at the mixture of pain and relief.
The burn of the stripes seemed to intensify for a moment before the cooling properties of the cream began to take effect.
I watched in the mirror, transfixed, as his blue hand moved over my reddened flesh.
The contrast was striking—his enormous palm against my small, pale bottom, his fingers tracing the lines he had put there.
Each stroke of his hand served as a reminder of what had just happened, of what I had submitted to, of what I now was.
His concubine. His property. His to punish and to pleasure as he saw fit.
“Keep watching,” Beta murmured, his voice low and intimate in my ear. His breath was warm against my neck, and I shivered at the sensation. “I want you to see what you look like right now. How beautiful you are in your submission.”
I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to.
My reflection showed everything—the tear tracks on my flushed cheeks, the way my small breasts, just visible in profile, rose and fell with each rapid breath, the vivid evidence of my punishment marking my backside.
And in front of me, towering over me, Beta’s massive blue form as he tended to the welts he had created.
His hand moved lower, spreading the cream over the stripes on my thighs, and I whimpered at the sensation. The pain was still intense, but underneath it I felt my punished pussy’s need building with a rapidity that made my knees wobble.
“Do you feel that?” Beta asked softly, his lips close to my ear. “That heat spreading through you? That’s not just from the punishment, is it?”
I shook my head mutely, unable to form words. My face burned with mortification at what he was implying, at what we both knew to be true.
His hand moved back up, cupping my bottom possessively now rather than applying cream. I watched in the mirror as he squeezed gently, his enormous hand engulfing my small cheek, and a moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.
“You’re more aroused right now than you’ve ever been in your life,” Beta said, and it wasn’t a question. “Aren’t you, Jendra?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, the admission tearing from somewhere deep inside me. “Yes.”
“Do you know why?” His other hand came around to rest on my hip, holding me against him.
I could feel something hard pressing against my belly—his cock, rigid and demanding.
“Because this is what you needed all along. Not Omega’s cruelty.
This. Real discipline from a real master who cares about you. ”