Frantic (The Omegaborn Trilogy 2)

Ravick maneuvered his knees, just enough to lift my ass up even higher for his punishment and exposing the sensitive area where the curves of my backside met my upper thighs. Then, after he tightened his grip on me, he began to punish me there.

If I had thought the spanks to the full part of my ass had hurt before, I was wrong. He punished my thighs and the lower curves of my bottom and soon, I was begging and pleading for him to stop.

But nothing stopped my alpha from teaching me the most painful lesson I’d ever had in my life.

Agony like I’d never known tore across my vulnerable flesh, and it didn’t stop. Ravick was relentless, his strikes harsh, and it didn’t take very long at all for me to feel like a naughty little girl who had earned her time over her man’s knee.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” I whimpered and Ravick purred gently, which made me feel just a little bit better, but still he continued to spank me. It didn’t take long for tears to gather in the corners of my eyes and I struggled to hold back my cries.

“Good omega. I’m glad to see you’re learning that you’re no longer in control,” Ravick answered, but still my punishment didn’t stop. In fact, it got even harder than before. “Now, spread your legs and show your alpha where you deserve to be punished.”

I whimpered. He couldn’t be serious.

“Now, omega,” he demanded, and I cowered as I slowly obeyed. His hold loosened just enough so that I could spread my thighs and I did.

“Wider,” he scolded, and he smacked my inner thigh firmly in warning.

I spread my thighs as wide as I could and then, his fingers ventured between my folds.

“Sopping wet. Just as I expected,” he said loudly so that everyone could hear. I moaned with shame and then he centered his palm over top of my pussy.

He spanked me there, hard and I cried out from the terrible sting that spread across my folds. Again and again he slapped my pussy, ensuring that I felt the full embarrassment from each and every strike. The wet slap echoed throughout the room, showcasing my body’s betrayal, that I was turned on from being spanked like a naughty little girl.

Then my spanking began anew. This time though, his strikes felt less controlled and a few harsh strikes glanced against the wet folds of my pussy, causing me to cry out and rock my hips back and forth in an attempt to avoid his punishing blows.

I was getting the most thorough punishment of my life and I had no control when it would end. I had little doubt that soon, I was going to be sobbing over his knee, feeling very well and thoroughly disciplined by my alphas.

Tears began to fall, gathering at the corners of my eyes and leaking down my cheeks. I squeezed them shut, trying to hold them back but it was futile. I cried harder, sobbing as Ravick continued to punish me.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over as his palm cracked against my sore and aching skin.

I whined, trying to control the pain that cascaded throughout my body, but then something happened. Amongst the incredible agony of my spanking, pleasure began to rise from deep within my core. Desire twisted with pain, morphing into an uncontrollable lust that soon began to take over my body despite everything I was doing to fight against it.

I began to grow wild with my desire. The omega within me yielded to her alphas, submitting to whatever punishment they decided I needed. My back arched, taking each and every spank harder and deeper than before. I whimpered and cried at the initial pangs of agony but was then rewarded with an ever-growing sense of pleasure.

“Please,” I begged.

Ravick growled softly in warning and I quieted down. His spanks slowed, becoming harsher with every strike so that I felt the full effect of each and every one deep within my body and in the depths of my core.

“I think it’s time our omega experienced her first taste of the belt,” Lothgar murmured and the others grunted in agreement. Quickly, Garret arranged a few pillows on the bed and Ravick stood up with me in his arms. Before I knew it, he had deposited me over the thick pile. My ass seemed impossibly high in the air, like a vulnerable target meant for discipline. I glanced backwards, catching a glimpse of the angry red of my punished skin and sucked in a nervous breath. This new position was both comfortable and incredibly nerve-racking. When my eyes found the thick leather of Lothgar’s belt, I couldn’t tear them away. It was a wide, well-conditioned implement that seemed to scream that the worst was soon to come.

I had a feeling I was about to regret my behavior very much.

“Each of us will give you ten with the belt and then, the first part of your punishment will end. Lothgar will begin. Garret will follow and I will finish,” Ravick continued and I lifted my head to meet their eyes. They were dark and slightly dilated, fully embracing their alpha natures and their dominance over me.

I whimpered, watching as Lothgar took his place beside me, the thick, wide leather belt folded over and hanging by his side. He lifted his arm and placed the implement across my ass. He paused, steadying himself before he began what was going to be the most terrible part of my punishment. The soft leather curled around my skin, almost like it was trying to soothe me before it made me cry and sob with regret.

The leather hide lifted then, and I heard it whip through the air before it connected with my ass for the very first time. It was even worse than I imagined. I cried out as a line of fire blossomed over my naked cheeks, hot and blazing and terrible. The initial pain was far more intense than Ravick’s palm and every muscle in my body tightened as I struggled to cope with it. Lothgar whipped me a second and third time and air whooshed out of my lungs in a single breath. I whimpered, but my alphas were harsh, and the belt fell again and again until I was sure I couldn’t take anymore.

But I did and I cried through it all.

Lothgar made sure each of his strikes would leave a lasting impression. The last three were harsher than all the rest, landing on the place where the lower curves of my ass met my thighs. By the time he finished, my face was soaked with tears. He handed the belt to Garret and I moaned with nervousness.

Garret took his time and I used those seconds to gather myself once more. He lined up the belt across my naked backside and he paused, brushing the hair free of my face so that he could see all of it.

“Turn your head. Face your alpha when you’re getting punished,” he commanded and I obeyed, too lost in the throes of submission to do anything else.

His intense yellow eyes captured mine and the two of us connected. His gaze calmed me and I took a deep breath, letting it out a few seconds later. The omega within me bowed to his alpha and then the next strike of the belt fell. Garret whipped me hard and fast in a no-nonsense manner that left me gasping by the fifth strike. By the eighth, my eyes had started to tear up once more and as he whipped me for the tenth and final time I was sobbing once again. My body shook with my cries as he placed the belt beside me.