"Good girl," he murmured, yet still he never touched the place where I needed him the most.
I closed my eyes, imagining the view he had of my very bare and vulnerable backside, of the wetness on my legs and my naked pussy in between my thighs.
"Are you feeling defiant right now, little omega?" he asked.
"No, Alpha," I mumbled. He finally moved his palm and settled it ominously on my backside.
"Such a beautiful bottom. I'm going to very much enjoy watching it turn pink and then bright red over my knee," he said sternly, and I stiffened.
He didn't just mean to look at me. He meant to spank me. I renewed my efforts to push myself off his knee and get away.
I kicked and squirmed, yet it didn't seem to matter.
He was so much bigger than I was. He was stronger and I seemed to fit perfectly over his lap as if it was made for me, which was making it hard to break free of him.
