“You were a very bad omega and that demands a harsh punishment, little one. Before this is over, your bare bottom, your pretty breasts, and that soaking wet little pussy will bear the marks of my belt,” he said dangerously.
“Please, Alpha,” I begged.
I was scared now. Very scared.
“I’m going to enjoy marking this beautiful body and when this is over, I’m going to take you to dinner so that everyone in the castle can see what happens when an omega disobeys her king,” he warned me.
Another sob shook me from within. Slowly, he pulled his belt free and the slinking sound of leather against cloth made me shiver with anxiety. Carefully, he folded it and placed it a few inches in front of me. I stared at it, knowing that in a very short while I was going to learn what a belt felt like punishing my naked cheeks.
He didn’t thrash me with it right away. Instead, he sat next to me and ran his hand up and down my back as if he was petting me. I didn’t want it to, but his touch soothed me. I found myself pressing back against his fingers, even when they ventured lower to caress my naked cheeks and thighs. He even reached for my face and brushed my tears away, which melted a place deep inside me despite everything I did to prevent it.
I didn’t want to care for him.
When my tears had dried and my whimpers had gone quiet, he lifted the belt off the bed and laid it across my bottom.
“This is going to hurt, little one. Your bottom is going to bear the marks from my belt for several days,” he warned, and I tried to prepare myself for what was to come.
I couldn’t have though. I didn’t know how much worse it was going to get.
When he first lifted the belt, I steeled myself by tensing every single muscle in my body. I heard the belt swish through the air, and I tightened even harder.
A line of fire exploded across my backside. His palm had hurt, but this was ten times worse. The sting went deeper. It felt stronger and more intense and a soft keening sound of shock escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
The belt cracked against my bottom for a second time. And then a third. After that, I lost count.
The leather whipped against the tops of my cheeks all the way to the bottom, but he didn’t stop there. He thrashed the backs of my thighs too. Sometimes, the tip of the belt even caught the inner curves of my bottom cheeks. Worst of all, it clipped my soaking wet folds in between my legs, which made me cry out every time.
My backside became one mass of unending stinging sensation. It didn’t take long for my tears to begin falling anew and my once-soft cries grew louder and louder until I was sure that the entire castle could hear that I was getting my bare bottom belted hard by my alpha.
When I tried to roll away, his hand descended down onto the small of my back, firmly holding me in place so that he could thoroughly punish me as hard as he wanted. Over and over the belt thrashed me until it was my entire focus. My bottom felt scalded and with every lash of the belt, I could feel a welt rising in its place. Before long, my entire backside and my thighs felt like a mass of welts, but the pulsing sensations between my legs grew ever stronger.
“Please, I’m so sorry,” I begged.
“I know you are, my little omega,” he said gently. He whipped me several more times with the belt and I moaned into the bed, watching as my tears stained the sheets beneath me.
Finally, he laid the belt to the side.
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bsp; “Is your little bottom sore?” he asked.
“Yes, Alpha,” I answered.
“Open your legs,” he demanded, and an icy cold jolt of fear raced down my spine.
“Yes, Alpha,” I answered, but my voice was hoarse and shaky. Slowly, I obeyed him, and his palm pressed up against my naked pussy.
“I told you that this naughty little pussy was going to feel my belt too, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I moaned.
A single finger slid up and down my slit, teasing and taunting me with pleasure. Anxiously, I waited, not knowing if he was going to continue or if he was going to punish me there too.
“Are you afraid of me now, my feisty little omega?” he pressed.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Good,” he answered, and that icy fear exploded into something that bordered on terror. His palm left my pussy, and it came back down just as quickly. He spanked me there several times just as firmly as he had my backside.