My pussy was so very tender and the wet sound of his palm against my soaked folds was mortifying, at least at first. Before long though, the only thing on my mind was how much his palm stung as it struck my vulnerable flesh and my fingers fisted into the blankets beneath me as if they were a lifeline. I didn’t let go.
My hips rolled back and forth trying to avoid his painful strikes, but it didn’t matter. He punished my pussy just as firmly as he had everything else and before long, my pussy was burning just as much as my welted backside.
“Roll on your back. It’s time for you to feel my belt on those pretty breasts and your wet little pussy,” he commanded, and every fiber of my body rushed to obey him. I rolled and sucked in a pained breath when my backside pressed against the sheets. I tried to lift my bottom, but he quickly grasped an ankle and lashed it to the corner of the bed. In no time at all, he’d secured the other and had taken my hands and tied them up over my head.
“This next part is going to be the hardest, my pretty omega,” he said, and he used the tip of the belt to thrash my left nipple. I arched clean off the bed and cried out at once, but the next lash struck my right side just as hard as the other.
I screamed and cried, but he welted my breasts too. My nipples burned hot and the pain escalated with every strike. I tried not to scream, but it was useless. It hurt and I pulled on the ropes that held me captive even though I knew I wouldn’t get away.
The belt whipped in between my thighs next and I writhed on the bed. The pain was so much more intense, and it took everything in me to handle it.
He punished my breasts and my pussy with that belt until he decided it was enough. It didn’t matter how much I squirmed and begged him to stop.
“I will keep you safe, omega. There’s no one else here that will. You are mine to protect and if I have to punish you every night until you learn that, I won’t hesitate, do you understand me?” he asked firmly.
“Yes, Alpha,” I cried, and he threw the belt to the side. He spanked my pussy hard with his hand several more times and I sobbed. His palm felt so much more personal and I found that even though it hurt, I wanted that kind of personal touch.
“Will you run from me again?”
He pressed his palm firmly against my pussy, sending a clear message that he would punish me endlessly until I submitted to him completely.
“No, Alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Alpha,” I sobbed.
Swiftly, he released my bonds and gathered me in his arms. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap. I lay against him as my tears continued to fall, pressing the side of my head against his chest. For a while, he just held me. Neither of us said anything at all as I shivered against him. He wiped away my tears and in time, my cries quieted to nothing. My ass and thighs ached from his belt. My nipples and my pussy throbbed with stinging fire, but as I lay there something else began to throb to life.
My core started to twist with blazing arousal, tighter and tighter until it was a little ball of agony inside me. At first, I tried to ignore it, but before long my slick was dripping down my thighs. I anxiously realized that it was likely leaving a wet spot on his pants and I went to climb off of him, but he didn’t let me.
Instead, he made me stay for a while longer and I finally gave in.
Even though it had hurt far more than I thought it would, I understood why he’d been so harsh. He’d needed to be. If the Cult thought he was being too gentle with me, they could have him killed. They could decide to deal with me themselves and I wasn’t sure that I would survive that.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” I whispered when I finally found my voice.
“I know, omega. I know,” he replied gently. With a hard sigh, he eventually pulled away. “Stand in front of me.”
I obeyed and climbed off his lap. He maneuvered me to stand in between his thighs. He reached to my nightstand and took the hairbrush I’d left there. I tensed, but then he began to tame my unruly hair with it. Slowly, he eased out the tangles and when he was finished, he wiped my cheeks free of every last tear with his thumbs.
“Come now. I’ve punished you as hard as necessary, but now we must attend dinner,” he explained softly.
“I’ll get dressed,” I answered quietly, and he shook his head.
“No. The Cult expects to see that you’ve been punished. You’ll be attending dinner with your bright red bottom on display so that my advisors can see that I properly punished my disobedient omega,” he continued.
I shivered and my nipples hardened into tight little peaks.
“Naked?” I whimpered.
“Yes, omega,” he replied. My eyes ticked up to meet his. He was entirely serious.
I chewed my lip, trying to figure out what to say.
“They would have shown you far more cruelty than I, my sweet omega. You will be welted from my belt for a few days, but those will fade. Their marks would have been branded onto your skin for a lifetime,” he said softly.
Why was he being so kind? I should hate him for punishing me so harshly, but I couldn’t. Not when I knew that every single word that he said was true.