The Paddle

Miss Clearway’s words echoed in my head as to carefully pulled the shift over my head. He does not tolerate delay or hesitation. I stood before him, naked, my shift clung awkwardly in my fist. I tried desperately to slow my breathing.

“Lay the shift on the bed, then stand back where you are, arms folded behind your back. Do you understand?” his voice was cold and commanding.

“Yes… Alpha,” I stammered. In three quick strides, he closed the gap between us and, before I even saw it coming, a slap landed hard across my face, knocking me to the ground. The taste of blood laced my lips as I fought back tears.

“Stand!” his voice boomed. I stumbled to my feet, fixing my eyes firmly to the ground. “I am not your Alpha. I am the Alpha of the Knight Moon Pack and its members. You are not a member of the pack. You are my Athena, my slave. I am your Master, and you will address me as such.”

“Sorry… Master,” my voice shook, barely above a whisper.

“I believe I gave you an order.” His voice was firm, final. It took me a second to remember, my head still rushing from the slap. I grabbed my shift, now on the ground, and quickly made my way to the bed, laying it out, before standing back in front of the Alpha, arms folded awkwardly behind my back. “Look at me. Who are you?”

I looked up, meeting his eye, causing a new wave of dread to wash over me. “Thea.” The Alpha moved to the back of the room and took a strong, leather paddle from the wall before sitting on a heavy wooden chair. 

“Here,” he commanded. “Bend over my lap and grab the legs of the chair. Quickly.” I made my way to him quickly and did as he asked. My breasts and torso rested on his lap, and my knees bent awkwardly, too far off the ground to kneel but not far enough to stand. He didn’t hesitate, and the first spank landed on my ass quickly. And then the next came. And the next. And the next. I gripped the chair legs hard and held my breath to stop any noise escaping. After a few dozen strikes, it suddenly stopped. I let out a shaky breath as tears fell free. My ass was burning, and a small sob escaped my lips. “It’s not over yet, pet,” he said with a chuckle. And then it happened, hard, brutal, and without mercy. 

Thwack.

The paddle hit with a force harder than I could have anticipated. I let out a cry and instinctively tried to move away. He grabbed my back and pulled me back into him. “I told you to hold onto the chair legs!” he barked.

I gripped the legs again. “Sorry, Master,” I replied shakily.

“Count the blows. How many so far?”

“One,” I said, trying to ready myself.

“Good.”

Thwack. “Two!” I squealed, tightening my grip and begging my body not to move.

Thwack. “Three!” tears splattered on the floor.

Thwack. “Four!”

Thwack. “Five!”

Thwack. “Six!” the hand on my back pushed down, pinning me to him as my legs gave out.

Thwack. “Seven!”

Thwack. “Eight!” I wasn’t even trying to stop the cries or sobs at this point.

Thwack. “Nine!”

Thwack. “Ten!” This one was harder than the rest, causing my body to jolt forward and my hands to drop to the ground to steady myself. The paddle tapped on my ass a few times, not hard, but warning me. I quickly got myself back in position despite wanting to do nothing less. “Sorry, Master,” I gasped out.

“For what?” he asked, sounding amused as though this were a game.

“For moving out of position, Master.” He chuckled, and the paddle moved from my ass and was replaced by his hand. His rough hand moved over my cheeks, squeezing and pinching as he saw fit. He worked my ass cheeks for a couple of minutes with little care for the pain caused by my freshly beaten flesh. Although he may have cared more than I wanted, as I felt his cock harden beneath my stomach. 

He stood quickly, pushing me off his lap and onto the floor. I curled up, covering my face, sobbing. I prayed to the moon goddess to let him leave me there, forget I ever existed. I heard him drag something heavy across the floor before barking his next order, “Here!”