Primal (Alpha Brotherhood 2)

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good. It’s time for the real lesson to begin,” he said firmly, and I stiffened before his palm cracked back down against my naked backside. If I had thought his palm was terrible before, it was nothing compared to how hard he spanked me now. Over and over, he punished me until the only thing that I could process was when the next spank was going to fall. The pain continued to build until it consumed my entire focus.

I tried to keep quiet. I failed.

In no time at all, I was whimpering and crying out with every cruel blow, but that didn’t stop him. There was no place that went unpunished, from the entirety of my ass to the backs of my thighs. There were several times that I made the mistake of splaying my legs and his harsh fingers connected with my wet folds, giving me a terrible preview of how much it would hurt to receive a real spanking on my soaked pussy. I did my best to take every last punishing strike, but it was so hard, and it hurt so very much.

I begged and pleaded for mercy. I received none.

If anything, it only earned me harder punishment as a thorough reminder that right now, he was in control and I wasn’t. I tried to reach forward and crawl away, but a few especially hard slaps against the lower curve of my bottom at the tops of my thighs stopped me in my place.

I whined and asked for it to end. I was as repentant as I dared and still it didn’t stop. The only way it would was when he decided that I had learned my lesson and I sincerely hoped that he would decide that I had soon because I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could handle.

Soon though, I would learn that I would take everything he gave me.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat and my struggle began anew. I knew what he wanted. He’d told me that he was going to make me cry and I didn’t want him to see my tears. I didn’t want him to know that he was so very close to breaking me that way. I was afraid of letting him see me like this and I feared that he was going to take that choice away from me

“Please, Alpha. I’m sorry for not being obedient,” I pleaded.

He punished the backs of my thighs exclusively for what felt like forever after that.

My breath caught again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the inevitable from happening whether I liked it or not.

“Please,” I begged.

The sounds of the first sob to escape my throat felt especially polarizing because they came out of me entirely unheeded. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried. Entirely unbidden and unwanted, a single tear dripped down my left cheek and dropped down into the dirt beneath me. It didn’t take long for another to follow and soon, I was sobbing over his knee like a naughty little omega who had been properly punished by her alpha.

I no longer begged because I knew it wouldn’t do anything at all. The spanking slowed to a much steadier pace after that, each blow terrible and hard and jarring in its intensity. My bottom burned with a fire like that I’d never imagined it could.

“Lift your bottom. Present yourself to me,” he demanded.

I did. I obeyed immediately. His arm tightened around my hips and lifted me even higher. It revealed the place where my ass met my thighs and he quickly and very thoroughly punished that spot with several very hard spanks that left me breathless and sobbing all over again.

When he was finished, his hold on my waist relaxed and he readjusted me over his knees so that my legs were no longer pinned.

“Will you hesitate to obey me next time, Luna?” he asked gently. His palm returned to my bottom, not to punish it this time, but to caress it softly instead.

“No, Alpha. I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

I lay over his lap for the longest time while my bottom burned and ached. I cried for a while after that and he never stopped touching me. He massaged my lower back, my bottom, and the backs of my thighs in a way that calmed me far more than I thought it would.

“You’re forgiven, sweet girl. You just needed to be taught a lesson and it’s over now,” he murmured.

It took several minutes for my tears stop falling and as they did, I realized that the terrible agony his palm had imprinted across my backside was settling in my body far differently than I had imagined it would. I wanted to hate him, but this was such a different way to be handled that it left me feeling a little bit hesitant.

He could have struck me. He could have smacked me across the face and bruised me for all to see, but he didn’t. Instead, he’d painstakingly stripped me and put me over his thighs and the most unnerving part of it all was that it felt natural. I wasn’t angry. Perhaps I should have been, but the pulse between my thighs was far too strong for me to ignore.

“Your bottom is bright red, but it will fade by morning. You’ll likely be sore for the rest of that day, but that will remind you to heed my instructions with every step, won’t it, little Luna,” he murmured. His tone was gentle.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, sliding my legs against one another as I recognized that he

was right. My thighs slid so easily. I was so wet for him.

I wasn’t even in estrous. This had happened without medicinal force. It was simply his touch that had made me this way and that scared me.

Hesitantly, I let my legs fall apart just enough so that the breeze sweeping through the forest could caress between my thighs. I was impossibly soaked. My body was producing slick of its own accord and I didn’t know what to make of it.

My clit pulsed. Needy. Wanting.