Chapter 12
Ashleigh
By the time we returned to the chalet, the sun had already set.
We’d taken a few hours after dinner to meet some of the prospective couples that were interested in becoming Becca’s family.
Elijah and I liked several of them, but in the end, we decided on a couple that had long been unsuccessful with having a baby of their own.
They were married, both with stable jobs.
The wife, Melissa, was a science teacher, and the husband, Sean, held a position at a local bank.
They’d also agreed to allow us to be a part of her life if we decided to place Becca with them, which made me very happy.
We’d introduced them to Becca and the sheer joy on their faces had won both me and Elijah over.
She’d gone with them for the night, and we planned to check in on them in the morning.
In the end, we wanted to hear Becca’s opinion, but she’d taken to them really well from the start.
She even made them promise to make her chocolate chip pancakes in the morning and both Sean and Melissa seemed overjoyed to grant her request.
My hopes were high that she would be happy with the two of them. If it didn’t work out, we’d find another, but this one felt like the right fit.
Elijah and I walked into the kitchen. I grinned when I saw a bottle of champagne chilling on ice on the counter. He grasped the note lying in front of it.
“Compliments of the Swiss Historical Society,” he read with a grin. Without delay, he popped the cork and poured me a liberal glass while he dug into the pantry and found a bottle of whiskey for himself.
I remembered his threat from this morning and nervously glanced at the drawer where the wooden paddle was hidden. He saw the direction of my gaze and lifted me up to sit on the kitchen island.
“I’m proud of you, little wolf,” he said first. “You can relax. You’re not getting a paddling tonight.”
I squeezed my thighs around his waist as he moved between them.
“But you’re still going to spank me,” I sulked. I made a show of it and his eyes sparkled. I could play at being mad that he planned to put me over his knee tonight, but right now the thought was simply turning me on. Already, I could feel myself growing wet just imagining it happening so soon.
“You’re right, little wolf. You are going to go over my knee tonight. Do you know why?” he asked pointedly. His hand splayed against my lower belly and his thumb grazed over my pussy. I was still wearing my jeans, but his fiery touch was so intense that it felt like they weren’t even there.
“No,” I whispered hoarsely. He teased my clit with that thumb, and I gasped.
“Because your pussy gets soaking wet when I turn that perfect little ass bright red,” he murmured, and I sighed with pleasure.
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked.
“Most definitely, little wolf,” he answered.
He lightly spanked my pussy over my jeans, and I squirmed with desire at the slight stinging sensation before it was replaced with fervent heated desire.
I took a quick sip of champagne, and he grasped my chin.
I looked deep into his eyes, and I was lost in the incredible emotion I saw there.
He took my glass of champagne from me and put it aside.
“Since you were such a good girl today, I’m going to reward you with my tongue before I take you over my knee. When your bottom is as red as I want it to be, you’re going to ride me and come all over my knot,” he declared brazenly, and my entire body vibrated with anticipation.
He grasped my shirt and lifted it up over my head.
With a quick pinch, he unclasped my bra and tossed it aside along with it.
He pulled off my boots and socks, dropping them down to the floor beside us.
He wasted no time in unbuttoning my jeans.
He lowered the zipper and lifted me off the counter just enough so that he could slip them down my hips.
I still hadn’t been provided with any panties, so I hadn’t been wearing anything underneath my jeans.
Once I was fully naked, I was awash in sudden feelings of bashfulness. I covered my chest with my arms. I couldn’t close my legs because his body was between them. He grasped my wrists and pushed my arms aside.
Swiftly, he used the flats of his fingers to spank my left breast. He punished my nipple especially hard and when he was through with that one, he moved to the right. I squirmed and cried as he spanked my breasts, the stinging pain far more intense than I could have ever expected.
“Do not cover yourself again. When I bare this beautiful body, I want to see it,” he warned. My breasts burned and when I glanced down, I saw several pink fingerprints covering them. I bit my lip when I saw how hard my nipples had become.
“Yes, alpha,” I said quietly.
He took a step back and looked at my pussy deliberately.
“Have you been thinking of your spanking all day, little wolf?” he asked, and I blushed. I nodded and he smirked.
“Yes, alpha,” I replied shyly.
“I thought you might. You should know that I’ve been looking forward to it too.”
He was leaning over me now and the closeness of his presence was driving me crazy.
My core was tightening with need, and I nudged his cheek with my face.
He grasped my chin a bit roughly and pulled me into a kiss.
I wound my arms around his neck, boldly pressing my still-stinging breasts against his chest. His fingers slid up along my stomach until he grasped one nipple and pinched it hard.
I cried out, but he swallowed my sounds with his kiss.
By the time he pulled away, my lips were swollen, and my clit was throbbing along with my heartbeat.
“Alpha,” I murmured.
“What is it, little wolf?” he answered. His fingers were sliding along my inner thighs, teasingly close to my pussy. I squirmed, wanting to make him touch me there, but he made certain that he didn’t.
I closed my mouth, biting the inside of my cheek in order to keep quiet.
I didn’t want to admit to wanting him to touch me, that I wanted to come on his tongue.
I hid my face in his shoulder and he spanked my pussy three times in quick succession.
The burn spread like wildfire, and I keened, squeezing my arms around him as I contended with the stinging brand of his hand in between my legs.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” he warned.
“But alpha,” I whined. With a growl, he smacked my pussy again. It was much harder this time and I struggled to take it.
“Do I need to paddle you after all, little wolf?” he asked, and I shook my head against his neck.
“No, please, alpha,” I exclaimed.
My pussy burned fiercely, and he grasped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Tell me what you need, little wolf, or we’ll start this night very differently from what I had imagined,” he demanded.
His hand still cupped my pussy, possessing it threateningly.
If I wavered any longer, I was putting both my pussy and my bare ass in danger.
I glanced to the side at the drawer, and he saw.
Slowly, he reached over and opened it. My mouth went dry as he grasped the paddle and laid it on the counter beside me.
“Elijah, don’t,” I began, and his jaw tensed in warning.
His movements were so fast that one moment I was sitting on the counter and the next I was face down over it with my bare bottom on full display.
There was a big hand splayed across my lower back, holding me down.
My hearing was on overdrive all of a sudden and I heard the sound of wood clinking against stone, which could only mean he’d picked up the paddle.
“Wait! Please!” I cried.
The coolness of the paddle pressed against my exposed skin, causing me to tense. I flushed, panicking a little that someone would walk in and see me about to get a paddling like a naughty little girl.
“Do you feel like answering my question now, little wolf?” he asked pointedly, and I pressed my thighs together nervously. My entire focus was forced on the paddle as he circled it over my backside.
“Please, alpha. Not the paddle,” I whispered fearfully.
“Do you get to decide how your alpha deals with you, my naughty mate?” he asked.
“No, alpha,” I murmured with a pout.
I don’t know why I was pushing him. Maybe I wanted him to punish me. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I just wanted his roughness and the pain that came with it so that I could enjoy riding his cock soon after with my bottom still burning.
Something had to be wrong with me.
“Let me tell you what is going to happen then, little wolf. I’m going to paddle your pretty little bottom until you tell me what you need.
I may give you what you want, or I might take you over my knee and finish paddling you hard enough to make sure you’re very sore and very sorry for delaying in the first place,” he warned, and I tried to push myself up from the kitchen island.
I was high enough that my legs didn’t reach the floor no matter how much I kicked.
I felt so small, and he forced me back down with ease.
The paddle cracked against my bottom far harder than I expected. It was so loud, I almost thought it was a gunshot, but then the instantaneous sting that came with it was anything but that. I squeaked in surprise as the lick of fire scalded my left cheek.
He spanked my right side with it next. The burn was far more intense than I could have ever imagined.
“The paddle hurts on your bare little bottom, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, alpha,” I wailed, knowing that avoiding his questions right now would be to my own detriment.
He paddled me far more quickly after that.
I would have tried to stay quiet, but that horrible piece of wood made it impossible from the start.
I couldn’t keep my legs still. I kicked and squirmed, but that terrible paddle painted a sizzling stinging burn across my backside so swiftly that it left me reeling.